"I said your strength was too weak. You don''t believe it. Now you know the gap between you and me?" Yang Xuan shrugged, looked down at Tang Ming in front of him, and said mercilessly.

    "Cough, I''ll admit it this time." Tang Ming coughed blood and his face became more and more gray.

    "You''re a man. I''ll let you go and kill you today." Yang Xuan threw down a sentence and turned and left.

    "Hiss!"

    But he didn''t take a few steps. Behind him came the sound of a sharp blade piercing the air.

    "Die." Yang Xuan was furious. He stepped on his foot and quickly hid to one side, just avoiding a knife light.

    "What, you''ve got to get away!" Tang Ming cried out, looking unbelievable.

    The crowd couldn''t believe it. Tang Minggang suddenly attacked Yang Xuan with a knife. They all thought Yang Xuan was dead. Who knows, Yang Xuan seemed to have eyes behind him and easily hid away.

    "If you beat a snake, you will not die but suffer from it. Thank you for giving me a lesson."

    Yang Xuan''s eyes were cold, staring at Tang Ming, and his whole body was full of killing thoughts.

    He was really angry. He didn''t expect that his good intentions would not die around the other party. In exchange, it was the other party''s sneak attack. If he hadn''t awakened his previous life memory and rich combat experience, he would have become the soul of Tang Ming''s sword.

    Feeling Yang Xuan''s killing intention, the surrounding crowd was cold, and everyone withdrew from a long distance.

    "Kid, don''t you fucking dare to kill me?" Tang Ming shouted angrily. His words were fierce, but he was obviously short of spirit. He had seen that Yang XuanZhen dared to kill himself.

    Yang Xuan is really going to kill. After the sneak attack just now, he will never be soft hearted from now on. If he is an enemy, he must kill him mercilessly.

    At the moment, he didn''t speak. He held the sword handle at his waist in his right hand and strode towards Tang Ming.

    "You..." Tang Ming was frightened and kept going backwards.

    "Why, now I know I''m afraid. Where''s the spirit when I just attacked me?"

    With a loud drink, Yang Xuan''s speed soared and came to Tang Ming.

    "I''ll fight with you." Tang Ming is crazy and cuts with a knife.

    "It''s over." Yang xuanleng drank, his right arm worked hard, and suddenly pulled out the golden lightsaber in the iron sheath around his waist.

    Click!

    A sharp and dazzling sword flashed, and the long knife was broken in two. Tang Ming''s throat was swept by the tip of the golden lightsaber.

    However, the sword was so fast that Tang Ming didn''t even realize it. He was stunned. He looked at the broken knife in his hand and the golden light sword in Yang Xuan''s hand. He trembled and said, "you, the sword in your hand is a treasure!"

    Only a treasure can easily cut off the fine iron long knife in his hand.

    Hearing his words, the nearby people turned their eyes to the golden lightsaber in Yang Xuan''s hands. Each expression was quite wonderful, some shocked and some incredible. They could see that the golden lightsaber was probably a treasure.

    In Luoshui City, treasures are definitely in demand. Every time a treasure appears at Tianfeng auction house, the largest auction house in the city, it will attract all forces in the city to compete at a high price.

    "Yes, it is indeed a treasure, and it is also a middle-grade treasure."

    "Medium, medium treasure!"

    "Well, you''re almost dead." Yang Xuan stopped talking nonsense, shook his wrist, put the golden lightsaber back in its sheath, and spit out a cold word in his mouth.

    "What are you talking about?" Tang Ming opened his mouth and immediately felt a sharp pain in his throat. He stretched out his hand and found that his hands were full of blood.

    "You, you..." a face turned pale, and Tang Ming was completely frightened. At the same time, an extremely eye-catching red mark appeared in his throat, and the red mark quickly enlarged and cracked. In a short moment, a large stream of blood gushed out.

    "Ah..." he screamed and covered his neck with his hands, but the blood still gushed out.

    Soon, a strong sense of suffocation came. He shook his body a few times and fell unwilling in a pool of blood.

    "Dead!?" the crowd gasped, and someone trembled and said, "he, how did he do it? I, I didn''t see him do it!"

    "Have you forgotten his sword just now?"

    "What, you mean that sword killed Tang Ming?"

    "Yes, one sword to the throat!"

    "What kind of sword is that? We didn''t see it just now."

    "Even Tang Ming didn''t see it. How can we see it? That sword is too fast!"

    The crowd whispered, and everyone looked at Yang Xuan in horror.

    It''s terrible. No one expected that Yang Xuan''s sword technique was so terrible that he killed Tang Ming with one sword.

    Yang Xuan ignored the crowd around him. After killing Tang Ming with a sword, he turned and left. When many people saw him coming, they were all frightened and gave way. They all regarded him as a demon.

    ……

    Walking all the way to the gate of Yang''s house, Yang Xuan was a little excited. The reason why he could kill with a sword just now did not rely on the basic sword technique, but on the secret technique of pulling the sword.

    The sword pulling skill is a first-class secret skill of heaven level. It stresses that the sword must be killed when pulled out. The sword is like thunder, and its lethality is amazing.

    But the premise is to be close to the body, because the sword pulling technique is to compress the vitality and their own spiritual will into the scabbard, and produce a terrible explosive force and extreme speed at the moment of pulling the sword, so as to kill every blow.

    During the seven or eight days on the ship, Yang Xuan spent the rest of his time practicing sword pulling, in addition to practicing Xuanwu Da Li Jue and Da Fen Tian Gong.

    Relying on his excellent talent in Kendo and the experience of Shura demon king in his previous life, Yang Xuan constantly pulled out his sword and integrated his vitality and spiritual will into the scabbard. He became a swordsman in a few days.

    With this technique, as long as you let him close, it is enough to kill all Ningyuan martial arts, and even pose a threat to Zhengang martial arts.

    Yang mansion is very imposing. Outside the gate are layers of stone steps made of white marble.

    When you climb the stone steps, you will see a vermilion painted gate with a gilded plaque of "Yang Fu" hanging above it.

    On both sides outside the gate, two stone lions lying on the ground are even more powerful and stand tall.

    In addition, there are several strong men in tight black clothes and swords outside the door.

    "Stop, who are you? How dare you break into Yang''s house?"

    At the moment, seeing Yang Xuan stride forward with a calm look, a burly man with a scar on his face immediately stepped forward and stopped Yang Xuan.

    "Why, you can''t recognize me if you haven''t seen me for five years?" Yang Xuan frowned.

    These big men were guards recruited by the Yang family. When Yang Xuan was still in the Yang family, his status was not as good as these guards. After all, everyone else had a fairly good residence, but he and his father Yang Tian could only live in a remote place with weeds outside the house.

    "Are you?" the scar faced man looked up and down at Yang Xuan with sharp eyes. After a few seconds, he finally recognized what and shouted, "you, you are Yang Xuan, the sick child!"

    "Who do you say is sick?"

    Yang Xuan''s face suddenly sank. Before he returned to the Yang family, he had decided to make an example of the others. Otherwise, in the future, the people of the Yang family would really regard him as the former waste, and anyone could step on two feet.

    "Oh, drink, I haven''t seen you for several years. You''re a waste of courage. I won''t let you into the house today. I think what can you do?" the big man with scar face laughed angrily. His name is Zhou Gang. He has been a guard in the Yang family for seven or eight years. When Yang Xuan was still in the Yang family, he even said a few words of humiliation.

    "Ha ha, what can he do? He has to go through the back door."

    "Waste, get out of here. You''re not qualified to go through the front door."

    Several other Yang family guards also spoke and scolded, staring at Yang Xuan with contempt on their faces. They didn''t pay attention to him, the former young leader of the Yang family.

    Not to mention them, the whole Yang family, many humble slaves will not pay attention to Yang Xuan.

    "A group of dog slaves, you''re looking for death." Yang Xuan''s nameless fire broke out on the spot. He raised his hand with a slap. He only heard a crisp sound. Zhou Gang''s head was tilted and several bloody front teeth flew down. The whole person was staggered and backward by this slap.

    "You, dare you do it!" the other Yang guards saw that Zhou Gang was slapped in the face. They all shouted angrily and rushed up and surrounded Yang Xuan.

    "Don''t do it, let me come." a violent drink, Zhou Gang rushed up and stared at Yang Xuan fiercely.

    "Why, do you want to kill me?"

    Yang Xuan''s mouth was slightly tilted and there was no fear on his face. In the end, Zhou Gang and several other Yang family guards in front of him were just three or four times of cultivation in quenching body environment. He could kill them by turning his hands.

    "You, you think I dare not?" Zhou Gang was furious.

    "You just try?" Yang Xuan sneered.

    "You..." Zhou Gang was furious. He was slapped in the face by Yang Xuan on the spot. He was so ashamed and angry that he almost burst his lungs and pinched his fists.

    "You, you dog slave, although I''m not the young master of the Yang family, I''m also the legitimate son of the Yang family. Do you dare to commit the following crimes against me?"

    Yang Xuan was very overbearing, Leng hum.

    "You want to die." Zhou Gang gnashed his teeth and was extremely angry.

    "It''s you who''s looking for death. I advise you not to do it, or I won''t blame my ruthlessness for splashing your blood on the spot." Yang Xuan sneered, and his eyes flashed cold and cold.

    In contact with his cold and piercing eyes, Zhou Gang and several other Yang family guards couldn''t help fighting a cold war. They had found that the waste in front of them was completely different from before. Their eyes were like a sharp sword, and they could kill people at any time.

    But soon, they all sneered. Just this waste, what can they do with sharp eyes?

    He is naturally weak and ill. Although he has practiced in qixuanmen for five years, what can he achieve? He is doomed to be a sick child all his life. He will never look up in the Yang family.

    "Get out of my way again. Don''t blame me for being rude to you." Yang Xuan was anxious to see his father. He didn''t want to talk more nonsense with the dog slaves in front of him. He drank coldly and was ready to enter the house.

    However, as soon as he moved, Zhou Gang turned his body horizontally and blocked his way again. He said coldly, "that''s still the sentence, you waste can only go through the back door."