Xiangyang felt Marshal Huang's killing intention and said silently in his heart.
But he was not afraid, because master was there.
"What? Do you want to open it this time? That's right. Look at mu miaolu's coquettish eyes. If you don't kill me again, you will definitely abandon you." Xiangyang continued to read in pieces.
"I came here today to find fault. If you are not angry, I really can't explain to master."
"In that case, I'll meet your requirements."
"Death!"
Marshal Huang's magic decision is exactly the wind god sword technique of the wind god sect.
This move is extremely fast. The air is filled with wind blades formed by sword Qi, sharp and swift, and there is no room to escape.
"I'll chop you into pieces."
Boom!
The wind blows.
Everyone stared, expecting Xiangyang to be cut to pieces.
If he dies, everyone's shame can be washed away today.
It can be said that except ye Chen, there is no one who wants Xiang Yang to live.
But things are changing, and Xiangyang survived.
I saw a long sword standing on the head of Xiangyang. It emits a faint purple light to cover Xiangyang. Once it meets the purple light, all the wind blades disappear.
"This is..."
Marshal Huang was more angry: "this is my father's personal sword, Xiangyang, you deceive too much!"
Huang Tianba was shattered by Ye Chen, not to mention the bones, and even his soul was gone.
As the son of Huang Tianba, marshal Huang didn't have any relics.
Instead, Xiang Yang took out his father's personal sword, which was a great irony.
"This is deception? When I was insulted, it was ten thousand times worse."
"Die, die, die!"
Regardless of everything, marshal Huang suddenly rushed to Xiangyang, wrapped in wind blades, and was invincible.
But Xiangyang didn't move, just waved his hand.
A huge palm appeared in midair and fell from the sky.
Bang!
Poof!
The ground was patted with a five finger pit by a huge palm, and marshal Huang was lying in it with blood spitting at his mouth, dying.
This scene shocked everyone.
Even Marshal Huang's martial uncle couldn't say a word.
The power of psychic fingerprints has surpassed their cognition.
The strength of Xiangyang even more shocked everyone's heart.
Martial uncle looked at Xiangyang with complicated eyes and said respectfully, "little friend, you and marshal Huang have no great hatred of life and death. Can you keep him alive?"
"Master, how to deal with him?" Xiang Yang asked.
"Kill, originally there was no dead enemy, but after today, he and you will definitely disagree. It's not a good habit to let the tiger go back to the mountain."
"I've been taught."
Xiangyang silently said, "no, I will kill him."
"Little friend, you are forcing Fengshen sect to a dead end!"
Martial uncle looked around, Xiangyang full of confidence, obviously backed up.
The strong Yuanying at home must be hidden around.
If you are distracted at this time, I'm afraid you will suffer a lot.
But he didn't expect that there was no Xiang family here. The real evil star was actually an ordinary handsome man beside Xiang Yang.
Boom!
The giant palm formed again and fell down.
Marshal Huang's whole body was photographed into the ground. He couldn't bear the huge pressure. The whole person turned into a piece of meat pie, which was terrible.
"Despicable, you unexpectedly sneak attack."
Martial uncle glared angrily.
Seeing such a cruel scene, Xiangyang felt a little uncomfortable.
It was the first time he had seen someone die so miserably.
He forcibly lifted a little spirit and shrugged his shoulders. "Who attacked secretly? I told you clearly that I wanted to kill Marshal Huang."
"You..."
Martial uncle was in tears.
"Heaven is going to kill my fengshenzong."
The two patriarchs of Fengshen sect have died miserably. Now there are no leaders. How can we create brilliance again?
And seeing the enemy in front of him, martial uncle couldn't do it himself.
If he is free, he will definitely not let Xiangyang go.
But he returned to discipline the sect and led his disciples back to the sect.
"Xiangyang, with your talent, it will certainly not be ordinary. In the future, we will meet on a larger stage. At that time, fengshenzong will kill you."
The voice just fell.
Martial uncle didn't miss it at all and left directly with the people of Fengshen sect.
But what he didn't know was that Xiangyang was actually gas refining garbage. In the following decades, he didn't hear the news of Xiangyang until martial uncle died
"Master, why didn't you stop him? Yuanying is a strong man. I will definitely be killed by him in the future." Xiangyang said with fear.
"He wants to run, so I can only catch up. But if I go, are you sure you are not in danger?" Ye Chen said faintly.
"I'm not sure, hehe!"
At this time, Xiangyang was forced to go to heaven and looked down at mu miaolu.
"Kneel down, kowtow, apologize!"
Mu miaolu looked at the familiar and strange Xiangyang, with mixed feelings in her heart.
Who would have thought that a waste would have a comeback day.
Poop!
Kneel on your knees.
The stone in Xiangyang's heart that had been overstocked for a long time finally fell.
"Xiangyang, I apologize to you. It was my betrayal that made you bear more stigma and humiliated you by quitting your marriage. I'm sorry!"
Bang bang!
Three heads in a row.
Mu miaolubei's teeth clenched, and blood spattered on his forehead.
Seeing her helpless, Xiangyang immediately felt dull.
Some people think that everything in the world is a passive choice, because you want the whole world to accept you. But on the contrary, as long as you accept the whole world, why can't you take the initiative to choose?
Mu miaolu's choice is to become stronger.
This is understandable, but on her way to becoming stronger, she became a victim.
Now the roles are reversed. If I humiliate her again, what's the difference with her?
"Get up. In the future, you and I will not offend the river. If you dare to provoke me again, I will choose the set meal."
Leave a word, Xiangyang left naturally.
He did not abandon mu miaolu as he had originally thought.
He doesn't know whether his actions are right or not. Anyway, he is very awesome and free and easy
Mu miaolu looked at his back and felt for the first time whether he had made a wrong choice.
Of course, what makes her endless reverie is a word, that is, what is "set meal one"?
Mu miaolu looked at the people in doubt, but everyone was puzzled.
Is this a kind of slang exchanged by the strong?
Pay more attention in the future.
"Master, how's it going? Am I free and easy?" Xiangyang asked with a playful smile.
"Your mood has improved a lot."
"Really? I feel like I'm really different."
"Well, go home and get ready to start tomorrow!" Ye Chen said faintly.
"OK, master, see you in Jianghai!"
"No problem."
The two were separated.
Ye Chen returned to Gongsun's house. He thought everyone had already fallen asleep, but he didn't expect that the lights were still bright.
And Gongsun Bo, Jiao Feiyi and Gongsun Qing were sitting in the lobby, as if waiting for his return.