flow from evil

The four seasons in Huaiyang reflect the flow between heaven and earth.

This is Yang Yanfeng's usual Yingliu sword. The person in front of him, except that his age seems to have gone backwards by 30 or [-] years, is indeed the head of his family, Yang Yanfeng has no doubts.

"Brother Kang, Brother Ouyang, don't come here without any harm." Shan Simiao changed his tone and imitated the temperament taught by Yang Yanfeng to the woods.

How could Kang Liu and Ouyang Sheng not recognize him, they were shocked and suspicious, looking at his appearance, it seems that his face is always there, could it be... that blood glass?

"Yang...Brother Yang? You're not dead?" Kang Liu said in embarrassment. A moment ago, they wanted to turn against each other and point their swords at the Yang family. Now they saw Yang Yanfeng, who was easy to deal with by Shan Si Miao, and suddenly withered.

"This night, the direction of the wind outside has changed a bit quickly."

Everyone knew what he was referring to, and within a short time, they turned back again and again, and the thin-skinned ones blushed.

"Yang...Brother Yang, wait for me to explain..." Ouyang Cheng rushed forward, but he saw that old man Kang Liu took the first step and grabbed the hand of "Yang Yanfeng" in front of him.

"Brother Yang, that's really great. Right now, there are internal troubles outside the Yang family. We have more than enough energy to wait, and we are like headless chickens. Now that we see you, everyone will feel at ease."

Shameless to the extreme... that's about it...

Shan Simiao thought to himself, only felt that his hand was getting tighter and tighter, until he fought with internal strength, he realized that the other party was just trying to test.

It's a pity... Kang Liu didn't know the person in front of him, and he was carrying the formula of Wuxiang.

After a while, everyone saw that Nakang was dripping with cold sweat, his complexion was like paper, he suddenly took two steps away and gasped for breath.

Now, no one dared to doubt the identity of the person in front of him.

At this time, Yang Yingsong who came from outside the door naturally also saw "Yang Yanfeng" falling from the sky, Hu Bugui only felt the breath of the person in the wheelchair suffocate, and two of the steel needles in his hand were broken instantly.

"He...is he really not dead?" Hu Bugui murmured, a little dazed.

"Impossible... Impossible!" Yang Yingsong shouted loudly, and the corpses all over him rushed in, encircling the Yang family again.

"Oops! Then Yang Yingsong made a move!" shouted the people inside.

"The disciples of the Yang family listen to the order," Shan Simiao raised the Yingliu sword in his hand, and said in a clear voice, "It's a time when the Yang family is in danger, there are bandits in the front, and villains in the back. If you have any concerns If you are willing to stay, you can go out with me! With this sword, I swear to protect the soul of the Yang family!"

"..."

Disciples of the Yang family are in a state of confusion these days. There is no one left in the Yang family. Recalling the glory of the Yang family back then, they used to be a powerful and famous family, and under the leadership of the patriarch, they all had pride in their hearts.

"kill!!"

After a moment of silence, it is not known who took the lead to yell out first. Many disciples of the Yang family seemed to have forgotten the predicament of many days, the despair of dying, and the blood in the blood. All of a sudden was awakened.

Fighting resumed, but it was no longer the situation where they just fell head over heels.

The Yingliu sword in Shan Simiao's hand was like a shooting star under the weak moonlight, and the sparks ignited wherever it went brought a little, a little, more hope.

"Master...Master...Which side are we helping?" Lian Yishuo asked weakly.

"Which side can you help? You didn't see that Yang Yanfeng came back from the dead!" Kang Liu shouted at him angrily, and reluctantly drew out his sword.

The highly poisonous puppet seemed to have lost all its lethality in front of Shan Simiao. Seeing this situation, Kang Liu and the others, who dared to disagree again, followed suit and killed the corpses one after another. When the middle heel came out, the whole situation seemed to be turned upside down.

"Look at this kid who is usually taciturn. I didn't expect to win people's hearts like this." Yu Chanzi clicked his tongue twice, and patted the dust on his sleeve.

A moment ago, in the building.

"No! Doing this is not equivalent to handing over the Longevity Gate and the Yang family to him, an outsider." Yu Chanzi objected.

"Yu'er, don't worry, I have my own measure."

"Boy, I want to ask you a few questions." Yang Yanfeng ignored Yuchanzi's objection, and only stared at Shan Simiao in front of him.

"Senior, it's okay to ask."

"Why did you venture into the rivers and lakes?"

Shan Simiao never thought that he would ask this question, he was slightly taken aback, and then said, "At first it was for survival... Now, it is for better survival."

Yang Yanfeng didn't seem to expect him to answer like this. The two looked at each other for a long time, and then asked again, "How do you think the difference between good and evil in the world."

Shan Si Miao did not hesitate this time.

"Good and evil are twins, but there is no absolute good in this world, only absolute evil. Goodness is like a flow, and evil is like a flow. Just do what you want."

"Okay!" Yang Yanfeng couldn't help but praise, "It's not easy to have a clear mind at such a young age. Let me ask you the last question."

"Where did your martial arts come from? What is the relationship between Lei Jian, the bodyguard of the Lei family, and you?"

"...This, I'm sorry I can't tell you." Shan Simiao said honestly, "However, I believe that senior has already guessed a bit."

Hearing this, Yang Yanfeng sighed softly, "Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty. Since you have obtained the supreme secret book, you are naturally doomed to not be able to live in this Jianghu, you understand."

"Naturally understand."

"Okay, I'll trust you this time."

"Yan Feng..."

"I agree to your request."

"Yan Feng!"

"Yu'er..." Yang Yanfeng raised his hand and said firmly, "I entrusted the Yang family to him, not because I have no other choice, boy, just remember, when you stand on a high place, don't forget to take a look Those under your feet are your foundation."

"Juniors, keep this in mind."

"Go ahead, Yu'er and I still have a few words to say."

"Elder Yu, you have survived a desperate situation, congratulations." Jun Wuyi, who was standing in the distance looking at the battle situation, suddenly came up to Yu Chanzi when he saw Yu Chanzi.

"Hmph, it's just that Tengwang Pavilion is going to return empty-handed this time, and made wedding clothes for others in vain." Yu Chanzi sneered.

"Really, not necessarily." Jun Wuyi walked away shaking his fan, symbolically eliminated a few puppets, then took out a cloud-piercing arrow from his sleeve, and released it into the sky.

Seeing it, Yuchanzi narrowed her eyes, and turned around to give Suyan Yaxiang some instructions.

Half an hour later, almost all the puppets were killed, but Yang Yingsong, who was in the wheelchair, still held his breath.

"Who exactly are you?"

He couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Yang Yanfeng, or he couldn't believe it at all.

"What do you think?" Shan Simiao said indifferently, and raised his sword to attack the person in the wheelchair. That sword was like a rainbow, with a hidden aura of opening up the world.

"Yingliu sword paired with Siji swordsmanship, I haven't seen it for a long time." Yang Yingsong sighed in a daze.

"Perhaps, this is also the last time I can see it." Shan Simiao replied to him.

"Heh." Yang Yingsong chuckled, and then the chuckle turned into a big laugh, as if hearing some unbelievable joke, he laughed so hard that he almost knelt down.

And in front of him, in the place where he lived since he was a child, the faces of every disciple he was familiar with were actually standing behind others, looking at him with full of vigilance.

"Okay, okay, let me open my eyes."

When Yang Yingsong stood up, Shan Simiao subconsciously raised Yingliu in his hand and laid it in front of him.

The long sword is like a rainbow, with white gaps everywhere.

If it is said that Shan Simiao's Four Seasons swordsmanship uses Wuxiang Jue to extract its essence, then Yang Yingsong's sword is like old wine brewed in a jar, and it is not the mystery that he can understand overnight.

If he hadn't lost a pair of legs, he would definitely be an outstanding heir of the Yang family.

Shan Si knew that he wanted to compete with him with the Four Seasons Sword Art, so he only used the Four Seasons Sword Art to defeat his moves.The two of you come and go, although the moves are similar, but each has its own strengths and weaknesses.Shan Simiao's sword is fast and accurate, without any fancy embellishments or ostentatious movements.But Yang Yingsong's sword is like a spirit snake, which is unpredictable. Spring rain and autumn thunder, cold river and winter snow, changes are easy to come by.

"Who are you? If you don't show your housekeeping skills, I will show no mercy." Yang Yingsong said in a low voice.

"Who? Didn't you already know?" Shan Simiao didn't intend to hide it from him, as long as he could bluff Kang Liu and others, that would be enough.

"How did you get the Reflecting Flow Sword? Is that old guy really alive?"

Shan Simiao turned back to Yan Piaoyun and pulled away, "What is the difference between death and immortality? You should know from the day you shot him that you will never be the heir of the Yang family."

Yang Yingsong's expression turned cold when he heard the words, the sword in his hand shook, and the fury of thunder came in a moment.

Shan Simiao also refused to show weakness, he raised his Yingliu sword to block this menacing sword move, but the opponent seemed to have murderous intentions, he only felt a shock in his mouth, and Yingliu almost fell out of his hand.

The opponent flipped his sword away with his backhand, and pierced his chest with a blow of Baihong Piercing the Sun.

Yang Yingsong's blow was a sure hit, he was almost ready to end the contest, but unexpectedly, when the sword point had pierced the opponent's clothes, the opponent's internal energy suddenly rose, and the menacing internal breath forcefully bounced him away.Yang Yingsong turned the tip of his sword and rose from the ground, using his strength to pull himself out again, the sword move in his hand changed suddenly, and Shan Simiao slapped him out of balance, causing him to lose his balance.

He couldn't stand on both feet, and he was about to fall to the ground, but he saw four puppets with the same shape suddenly rushing out from the side, and the four puppets formed four corners to firmly support him in the middle.

Using puppets instead of transportation is very ingenious.

Shan Simiao had to admire the intelligence and talent of the person in front of him, but it was a pity that he was not with him after all.

Slightly raised the corners of his eyes, and shot again, only his afterimage was still there, but the reflection in his hand instantly attacked the lower body of one of the four puppets. Don't know his reaction.Raising his feet to hide, it will inevitably make the person on his shoulders unsteady, and then he will have a chance to succeed in one fell swoop.

But these four puppets reacted faster than he imagined.Probably because of some special training, the other three pre-determined as if suddenly let go of the person being attacked, and formed a triangle without any confusion, forming a fishing net sword array with the person being attacked with one hand. After defeating Shan Simiao, Yang Yingsong on top was like a fish in water, the sword in his hand was shaped like a dragon, and the wind of the sword was fierce, and a stance of Qiuhong suddenly pierced into Shan Simiao's chest.

Shan Simiao was a little surprised, he didn't expect that he not only learned the essence of the Four Seasons swordsmanship with a disabled body, but also cultivated these four walking puppets in a short period of time, he really cannot be underestimated.

"The game is over." Yang Yingsong said this when he stabbed his chest for the second time.

The sword pierced into the flesh, and the pain came suddenly. Shan Simiao subconsciously held his sword with his backhand to prevent him from hurting his internal organs.