"Song Fuxiao, I don't care about your reputation. I, Yan Xiangma, are not afraid of you. You apologize to my careful sister immediately, and then take your people to get away from me quickly. I can think that nothing has happened. If you dare to bother me, don't blame me, Yan Xiangma, for turning against me, ruthlessly."

"Oh, is it? Song wants to see how Changshi Yan is ruthless." Song Fuxiao is really a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. He ignores the arrival of Yan Xiangma, and looks like he will never give up until he achieves his goal. Today, he must search this carriage.

"It seems that Song Fuxiao really doesn't take us Cui Yan's family seriously." A hint of mockery appeared on Yan Xiangma's lips. "Since that's the case, let Yan learn your tricks well."

"Why should Chief Yan fight with each other?"

"No, it's because you, Song Fuxiao, are too bullying. With the support of the Song family, I will not take me, Cui Yan and the other two seriously at all. If you were asked to search the carriage today, how could our Cui Yan and the other two go out to meet people in the future? I'm afraid the whole Tiandu City will laugh at our two families for being cowardly and incompetent?"

"Since that's the case--" Song Fuxiao stretched out his hand, and a death-taking hook that looked like five fingers appeared in his hand. The life-seeking hook was made of a meteorite in the sky and was also Song Fuxiao's famous weapon. Under the iron claws, there were countless people hooking. "Then please ask Changshi Yan to take the move."

Yan Xiangma stared at the iron hook in Song Fuxiao's hand coldly, but said to Ning Xinhai: "Master, I'll deal with Song Fuxiao. Please send your sister to go back and rest early. It's not good for girls to stay up late."

Ning Xinhai looked at Yan Xiangma's back and said, "Okay. You have to be careful."

"Don't worry, Master. If you can beat me, you will run away if you can't beat me. If I don't believe that he really dares to kill me?" Yan Xiangma looked at Song Fuxiao with a smile. "No matter what, I am the chief of the supervisor. I will kill important officials of the court in public - he doesn't want his life?"

Ning Xinhai nodded, held the reins in his hand and controlled the carriage and horse. As long as Song Fuxiao made way, he would immediately drive the carriage away.

choke!

Yan Xiangma pulled out the sword from her waist, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and her eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Shi Yan has such a great murderous aura--" Song Fuxiao said with a smile.

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xiangma's body had already jumped up, and his body rushed down from a high point, slashing at Song Fuxiao's head with a sword.

Hiss--

The sword energy was turbulent, and a silver rainbow appeared above the sky.

The surroundings were illuminated by the silver rainbow, and you could clearly see Song Fuxiao's blood-red eyes and the deadly hook emitting black light from his hands.

Snap!

The silver light flashed, and then disappeared in the sky.

Everything returns to peace again.

Everything returns to darkness again.

The only difference is that Yan Xiangma rushed out and staggered backwards.

Bang bang bang-

After his feet landed on the ground, he took more than ten steps in a row before he could barely stand his body.

"Su Ma--" Ning Xinhai asked hurriedly. "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Yan Xiangma glanced at the clothes that were being pulled away by the death hook on his chest, and said in a deep voice: "Master, take your sister with caution."

As a shadow of Song Gudu, Song Fuxiao's skills are indeed unique.

A ghost claw is elusive, and it is simply not necessary to be guarded.

When Yan Xiangma slashed over with a sword, he was clearly aiming at Song Fuxiao's head. But the sword fell into nothing.

When he found that the situation was not good and wanted to retreat, the dark deadly hook suddenly appeared in his eyes, and then hooked his chest with one claw.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and had great skills, he would have cut his chest open and grabbed his heart.

Song Fuxiao's body was still standing there, as if he had never left.

"Shi Shi Yan, you are the true nature of a wise man. With you alone, I am afraid you can't stop Song, right?"

"If you can block it, you have to block it first--" Yan Xiangma naturally refused to retreat at this time. "The sword just now was not good, so you can try to eat my sword."

When Yan Xiangma spoke, his body once again soared into the air.

The blue shirt jumped over the night sky and changed to nine angles in an instant.

Moreover, a sword was slashed out at each angle, and a total of nine swords were slashed out.

This is the "Nine Swords of Wind" in the Cui family's "Sword of Tribulation". It is an improved sword move by a genius swordsman from the Cui family who excerpted from "Sword of Tribulation". Because it does not belong to the core mystery of "Sword of Tribulation", it can be passed on to foreign relatives.

Yan Xiangma likes the name "The Nine Swords of Wind" very much and has put a lot of effort into this sword.

Nine sword lights, nine silver rainbows.

The sky was crisscrossed and covered up tightly, making Song Fuxiao airtight.

Then, he slashed horizontally and hit Song Fuxiao's neck with a sword.

Thunderbolt-

This is the sound of the space being slashed by the sword energy.

Because the energy is too intense, even the air is ignited.

A burning fire appeared in the direction where the nine sword energy was located.

The fires intertwined together, forming a red fire wall.

If this sword is firm, Song Fuxiao's body will be torn into pieces immediately.

Song Fuxiao's expression was solemn, looking at the nine sword energy in the sky, and said in a deep voice: "It seems that Yan Changshi has worked hard for the past two years, and this sword is a bit chewy."

This time, Song Fuxiao did not dare to be careless, and his body actively rushed towards the red fire net above his head.

The body also moved and moved in the air, changing into the space nine times, and the death hook in his hand also pointed at the place where the nine flames were located nine times.

Then, his body rushed upwards, and the death hook in his hand grabbed the long sword in Yan Xiangma's hand.

Bang--

A flame was extinguished.

Bang bang bang-

The continuous explosion sounded, and the other eight flames were also extinguished.

That is why Yan Xiangma's sword energy was broken by the death hook and it was difficult to continue in the air.

The sword energy disappeared, and the sword formation was naturally broken. The danger above Song Fuxiao's head was eliminated in an instant.

Yan Xiangma didn't expect that Song Fuxiao was so powerful, and he broke his "The Nine Swords of Wind" in every move.

However, Feng Lin’s Nine Swords are nominally the Nine Swords, but in fact, the tenth Sword has the most core lethality.

That is the sword that Yan Xiangma slashed horizontally.

The nine swords in front were broken, and Yan Xiangma was extremely angry.

He knew that if he could not intercept Song Fuxiao today, he would be afraid that things would be bad.

Yan Xiangma gritted his teeth and activated his true energy to pour it into the long sword in his hand again.

This time, he used twelve minutes to defeat Song Fuxiao.

Moreover, when he originally swung the sword, his body should have remained in the air. In this way, he would have a defensive posture. If he failed with one blow, he could also change his moves in time.

However, in order to kill the enemy with greater strength, he turned passive to take the initiative and actually rushed forward, killing the enemy in a posture of leaving no return.

This is a move to die together.

"Damn it—" Song Fuxiao's eyes flashed red, and the soul-catching hook in his hand also turned blood red.

The long red hook is made of red light, and the blood is soaring into the sky.

Huhu--

Moreover, when waving the hook, ghosts and wolves howl, which is breathtaking.

"Go to death-" Yan Xiangma shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silver arc, cutting towards Song Fuxiao's head like lightning.

The silver arc passed through Song Fuxiao's body and through Song Fuxiao's neck.

Song Fuxiao's body was cut in half, his head and body separated—

However, a more dangerous feeling came.

Yan Xiangma's body was still rushing forward, and he was still slashing the sword in his hand.

Click—

His back lit up, as if he had been pierced by something sharp.

Looking down, the dark iron claws emerged from his chest, revealing the five sharp and slender fingertips.
Chapter completed!