The liver produces the strongest player

Chapter 82

I saw the man in the black robe easily grasping the woman's arm, and there was a bit of teasing in the eyes of the two of them.

He carefully looked at the woman in front of him, although she was in her thirties, she was still very beautiful.

"He old ghost." The man in the Xuanqing robe said in a serious voice, "All the female family members of this farmer are top-quality, and now you can enjoy it."

The man with gray temples laughed when he heard this, with a bit of evil on his face.

Suddenly, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy in white clothes got up from the ground, raised a knife and roared: "Let go of my mother!"

His eyes are tearing apart.

It's just that what greeted him was a palm like a blue shadow!
Straight to the forehead!

"do not want!"

Everyone present seemed to see the scene where their brains burst in the next moment.

At this moment, expressions of extreme horror, fear, and resentment appeared on their faces.

In the end it all turned into despair!
It's like the last twilight of the setting sun sinks, and the whole world will be plunged into darkness.

Just at this moment, there was a ray of light that pierced the entire darkness.

Jiang Yang drew his sword and stood up!

clang!
The cyan palm hit Jiang Yang's sword sharply, causing the sword to vibrate like waves of water.

Huge strength was transmitted from the blade of the sword to Jiang Yang's palm, and poured into Jiang Yang's body.

But now his internal strength is no longer what it used to be, and with a circle of the sword's edge, he can dissipate this strength.

He stared coldly at the two people in front of him.

"Who are you?" The two also stared at Jiang Yang.

The faces of the two were a little displeased, as if a good thing had been disturbed by someone blocking the way, but in a flash they looked at Jiang Yang with sneer and sarcasm, thinking: It's just a young man, nothing to be afraid of.

"How dare you block my palm?" The man in the Xuanqing robe was not angry, but showed a somewhat playful expression, "I will let you taste the taste of Youfeng Palm before you die!"

Xuanqing Paozi instantly felt an unprecedented killing intent.

Then he slapped his palm in anger, and slashed directly at Jiang Yang's chest!
Jiang Yang activated the Lingwei Zhou Tiangong to resist, and he felt that strange feeling rising from the bottom of his heart again, that unstoppable feeling!
Then a cold glow suddenly appeared in his hand, and the sword came out like a dragon!

Immediately there was only the sound of bones cracking, this sword pierced directly from the palm and came out from the elbow!

what--!
Blood spurted out!

The screams instantly swept through the entire mansion!

Jiang Yang pulled out his sword, and looked at the two of them: "Say something harsh to me, have you guys thought it through?"

The grey-haired man's face became ferocious, and then he saw him pointing out his fingers angrily, heading towards Jiang Yang's death spot!

Jiang Yang also drew out his sword at the same time, and he slashed at the opponent's pointing finger without any fanfare!
Seeing the other party's face suddenly showing panic, he twitched his fingers and flew back.

Jiang Yang's sword slashed out, almost splitting the opponent's entire arm by just a little!

"Hiding?" Jiang Yang ran his lightness kung fu to catch up, and then pierced his neck with a sword!
This sword came extremely quickly, like a lightning bolt piercing the void.

He saw the horrified expression on the opponent's face, and then hurriedly used his most proud fingering skills to pinch the sword's edge fiercely.

Jiang Yang only felt a huge force clamping on his sword like iron tongs.

But at this moment, Jiang Yang seemed to have an unstoppable momentum in his heart, and without hesitation, he still stabbed straight with his sword!
"Why do you block!?" Jiang Yang roared, and the force of his fingers responded instantly, the face of the opponent changed wildly, and the next moment, a sword pierced through the throat!
"how is this possible?"

Unwillingness flashed in the other party's eyes, and he fell down immediately.

A chilly breath spread from Jiang Yang's whole body.

Only then did Jiang Yang look at the man in the Xuanqing robe.

One of this person's hands has been completely crippled, and there is only a look of fear left on his face.

"I have no grievances or enmities with you, why do you want to make things difficult for us?"

"Your heads are worth several thousand taels." Jiang Yang said in a deep voice, "I have no grievances with Qian, and I will not make things worse for Qian."

"You—!" Xuan Qingpao's eyes were full of hatred, and then he performed lightness kung fu, turned his head and ran out.

"Want to run?" Jiang Yang immediately performed lightness kung fu, and at the same time the special effects of the equipment were turned on, and the whole person flew forward like an arrow from the string!

This sword came out directly from the heart!

Jiang Yang pulled out the sword, shook off the blood on the sword, and put the sword back into its sheath.

He felt that the internal strength of these two people was not weak, at least three or four hundred, but these two people couldn't stop his sword at all.

He is still reminiscing at this moment, only feeling a little unfinished.

Tong Ling said that when she drew her sword, she looked like a Taoist statue.

He carefully recalled the statues of the gods in the Taoist temple, and there was indeed an aura of calmness and prestige.

He pondered again in his heart, and at the same time he felt that the momentum on each statue seemed to be different.

Some are as stable as mountains, some are as angry as frost, and some are...

He took a deep breath, only feeling that this set of martial arts is really profound and extraordinary.

And when he was thinking, the people around him didn't dare to go forward, until he groped for something and left, then the surrounding people burst into voices.

Crying, anger, and panic seemed to have been accumulated for a long time, and at this moment they erupted like a tide.

But Jiang Yang has already left.

Get on your horse and disappear into the dark night.

Since then, the legend of a young swordsman has been circulating in this small town, but that will be in the future.

At this time, Jiang Yang had already returned to Suhe City overnight.

The Lingnan Chamber of Commerce at night is a little quiet.

There was the sound of insects chirping in the grass in the garden, and a crescent moon hung high on the treetops outside the courtyard.

In the teahouse, Wen Guanshi also had a bit of surprise on his face.

"Jiang Shaoxia finished the matter so quickly?"

Jiang Yang nodded: "Old Steward, are the things I want ready?"

Wen Guanshi immediately beamed with joy: "It's only natural."

He asked someone to present a brocade box, and when the brocade box was opened, it contained all the wild ginseng medicines that Jiang Yang needed.

Jiang Yang glanced at it, then stood up casually: "Thank you, Manager Wen."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first?"

Wen Guanshi replied: "Jiang Shaoxia's skills are really good. If there are other lucrative things in the future, the little old man will inform the young man."

"Thank you." Jiang Yang thanked him and strode out the door.

At this moment, Jiang Yang saw a light blue aura suddenly appear, and there were spirit butterflies flying above his head.

Almost going back again.

He looked at the medicines in his hands: Maybe he can take them home and try them out?
Thinking this way, he went all the way back to the inn.

……

Jiang Yang stayed in the inn, staring at the night outside the window, as the night gradually darkened, the spirit butterflies above his head fluttered down.

Checking out items...

is returning...

The scenery in front of him changed, and he returned to the living room again.

(End of this chapter)