Long Haotian didn't use the flying sword either. He swung the big sword in his hand without any fancy moves and slashed straight towards Yang Kun's face. It seemed that he couldn't relieve the pain in his heart without splitting Yang Kun in half.
Hate seems to be enough.
In the face of a master like Long Haotian, although Yang Kun did not dare to rely on others, in order to avoid arousing suspicion, he did not plan to use broken characters, because there were many seniors here, and they were a mixed bag. His current plan was to try his best first
Use Yang Clan's kung fu to deal with this troublesome guy.
Yang Kun shouted loudly, threw the sickle aside, then squatted down, stretched out his palm to face the charging Long Haotian, and shouted: "Xuanming Palm!"
ah?
Everyone was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "What the hell is Yang Kun doing? Could it be that he wants to use Xuan Ming Palm to block the sharp sword in Long Haotian's hand?"
Fort Master Yang was also a little disappointed and sighed: "Hey, is this kid's brain not working well? Why are they both my grandsons? Why are their intelligences so different?"
Xie Ling'er cheered for Long Haotian in the audience: "Brother Long, come on, cut that annoying guy in half with a knife, and use his blood to honor my sword!"
Yang Kun on the stage actually didn't have much confidence in his heart, but he had no choice but to risk his life, so the strength in his hands became a little stronger.
Peng~
Sonorous~
First there was the sound of Long Haotian's sword being held in Yang Kun's palm, and then there was the sound of the sword breaking!
Everyone opened their eyes in disbelief and exclaimed: "How is it possible that Yang Kun actually blocked Long Haotian's sword with Xuan Ming Palm?"
The big knife in Long Haotian's hand was broken into two pieces. One piece fell to the ground, making a crisp sound and immediately exploded into a pile of iron filings.
Long Haotian's face turned pale. He dropped half of the blade in his hand and felt his arm numb, as if it had been broken. He raised his head slightly and looked at Yang Kun in horror, only to see Yang Kun slowly put away his palm as if nothing had happened.
stood up.
Yang Kun picked up the sickle on the side, showed a weird smile, and said with an evil smile: "Now it's my turn to take action!"
Only then did Long Haotian react and quickly sacrificed the flying sword. With a hiss, it turned into a sword shadow and flew towards Yang Kun.
The sickle in Yang Kun's hand also moved, and he heard him shout loudly: "Dugu Jiu Zhan, split Huashan Mountain with all your strength!" Yang Kun did not dodge, but faced Long Haotian's flying sword and struck him head-on.
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Ding dong~
The flying sword hit the sickle in Yang Kun's hand and was bounced back.
Long Haotian caught the flying sword and was about to attack again. He looked up and saw Yang Kun's figure was close at hand. He only heard Yang Kun shout: "Second style, rising dragon slash!"
Phew~
Long Haotian felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and at the same time, his body was lifted by Yang Kun for more than ten feet. Before Long Haotian could react, he suddenly heard Yang Kun roaring like the death sentence: "Taishan is crushing the top!"
Bang~
Yang Kun jumped two feet high, and the sickle in his hand suddenly pressed down, hitting Long Haotian hard on the head.
Ah~
Long Haotian howled like a killing pig, and then fell heavily on the high platform. Yang Kun tapped his toes and stood steadily not far from Long Haotian with the sickle. He saw a line on Long Haotian's abdomen.
The blood-red gash, his face was covered in blood, and he looked dead.
"Oh my god~ Long Haotian was defeated, Long Haotian was defeated!"