The eight people who besieged Ling Yan were all taken aback, and the three swordsmen couldn't believe that the strength of the three of them was actually broken by the stinky kid in front of them, especially the crescent moon that always came out of the back of their heads, which made them extremely jealous.
The eight of them each looked at each other and nodded.
The three swordsmen collected the sword qi in the sky, gathered the sword qi in the sword, Ling Yan's expression was solemn, this sword qi was much more powerful than just now, the sword qi could be broken one by one when it was dispersed, and it would be much more difficult to deal with it in one place.
However, Ling Yan couldn't talk about any fear in his heart, after all, he was going to have a big battle, what was he afraid of.
The swordsman who held a wooden sword made of hundred-year-old peach wood in his hand was full of sword energy, he was the strongest person among the three swordsmen, and he was the oldest in the scene, he was unwilling to suffer a loss in front of Ling Yan, so he rushed directly towards Ling Yan with a peachwood sword, Ling Yan could not avoid a sword aura with his bare hands, and he shouted: "Borrow a sword!"
” The sword held by the officers and soldiers in the city suddenly lost control, and when he looked at his saber again, he was excited that Lord Ling actually used his own sword, which was passed on to the glory of a lifetime, and he had a capital that could be blown on all the time when he ate and drank at home in the future.
Although the peachwood sword was made of wood, it could collide with the long sword forged of steel in Ling Yan's hand with an extremely loud metal collision sound, the wooden sword continued, but the long sword in Ling Yan's hand had a tendency to crack, Ling Yan sighed in his heart, after all, it was not comparable to this kind of divine weapon.
The two of them exchanged hundreds of moves in the sky above the city, neither of them took the slightest advantage, this person swung out a sword qi as thick as a water tank towards Ling Yan into the palace, Ling Yan's body took thirty steps back before annihilating this sword qi in the air, and the long sword in his own hand was beginning to break inch by inch and finally became fragments, ordinary swords could not withstand this peachwood sword at all.
"How?
Do you still have to resist?
” Ling Yan spread out his hands, palms upward, the sword master in front of him did have a few brushes, but he was not easy to mess with, even if he didn't have a weapon in his hand, he couldn't show his timidity.
Ling Yan looked at these people coldly, and said disdainfully: "Just now I was just playing with you, but now I'll be serious." ” When he said this, the eight people laughed, this little rabbit cub dared to make such a big fuss.
The owner of the peachwood sword and the other two swordsmen had a good heart, and the three of them fought with Ling Yan again, and the scene fell into a panic for a while, flying sand and rocks, and the heavy rain in the sky became subtle because of the violent agitation of the sword qi around him, and all the rain that approached the four of them was evaporated.
With one enemy and three enemies, Ling Yan suffered multiple injuries on his body, and every inch of skin began to ooze blood, but it was stopped by Ling Yan in time, the sword qi in the hands of these three people has its own merits, one person's sword qi is as amazing as a dragon's murderous aura, and the other's sword aura is dark and difficult, and the one who uses the peachwood sword has a heroic and righteous aura, and Ling Yan is tired to deal with it.
A sword was received on his left shoulder, this sword was extremely fast, and before Ling Yan could react, the wooden sword pierced into his left shoulder, Ling Yan's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly unloaded most of the sword qi of the wooden sword, and then his body quickly retreated.
He stood on the other side with a jealous expression, and secretly exclaimed that it was really thrilling just now, and if he hadn't dodged it faster just now, the wooden sword in this person's hand would have slashed off his entire shoulder.
As soon as Ling Yan's body stood up to the attack of the other two, they were like flying immortals from the sky swooping down from the sky, and the tip of the sword was emitting cold light, this was the cold light of killing, and more importantly, the qi machine carried after falling from the sky became violent, these two swords were like the sword of heaven's judgment against the people of the world.
Ling Yan waved his hands, Zhen Shige had never been so strong, and the whole person was filled with infinite power.
When the sword was only three inches away from his head, Ling Yan held his hands up, like a giant standing up to the sky, and the stone slab on the soles of his feet was also three inches deep, and the powerful true qi and manic sword qi between his hands confronted each other.
The fluctuations of the battle spread out at the moment when the two just came into contact, the head of the city had been flattened, and none of the people under the city could stand unharmed, Yang Zhi hurriedly protected Yang Yingfeng in front of him, but he was still knocked out by the aftermath several meters away before stopping.
Ling Yan's face gradually became hideous, his green muscles were exposed, and he yelled, "Ah!
The endless flow of qi in the body burst out, shattering the two swords that dared to show murderous aura to themselves, but unfortunately the two people holding the swords in their hands were not small characters at all.
Holding the sword in one hand, the other hand pressed against the hilt, they were also doing their best.
The three of them were in an extremely delicate state of confrontation, but unfortunately, this state was broken by outsiders, and the owner of the wooden sword who was adjusting his breath outside moved, he stood in front of Ling Yan, the murderous aura poured into the wooden sword, the corners of his mouth showed a cruel smile, and the soles of his feet jumped slightly, but his body seemed to have experienced a long period of accumulation, and the sword went straight to Ling Yan's chest.
"Be careful, sir!"
Zhu Siwang hurriedly shouted when he saw this thrilling scene.
Ling Yan's head moved slowly, and finally he was at eye level with the owner of the wooden sword, his eyes were blood-red, which was full of blood, and he raised his hands high to resist the two people above his head.
Ling Yan couldn't free up his hand to stop the wooden sword that was stabbing at his chest.
"Two leaves silently enter a thousand homes" This is the second level of the realm of Zhen Shige, the more Ling Yan feels the magic of this Zhen Shige technique, at this time his limbs are extremely tired, and the two people who resist the sky have spent the greatest strength, no one can think that he can still do anything, he can only wait for death.
It's a pity that Ling Yan still exceeded their imagination after all, when the operation of the Zhenshi Song Exercises was dozens of Great Zhou Tian, Ling Yan's limbs and bones were full of strength again, Ling Yan gritted his teeth and struggled upwards, the original stalemate was instantly shattered, the two of them felt an extremely strong murderous aura coming towards their faces and hurriedly moved their bodies, this move Ling Yan seized this opportunity to fly the double swords in one fell swoop, and then hit the wooden sword head-on, using the body as the most powerful weapon, the surface of the body was glowing with imperceptible streamers, A faint layer of light on the surface of this body unloaded most of the strength of the wooden sword, and then Ling Yan grabbed the wooden sword with his right hand, and broke the wooden sword abruptly.
"Die!"
Ling Yan took advantage of the victory to pursue and punched the owner of the wooden sword, and this passionate iron fist made this person unable to avoid it, and he was in the horror of his beloved wooden sword being broken.
Ling Yan's speed surged again, originally his speed was half a step higher than these three people, but now he had three more steps.
The world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable, the chest of the owner of the wooden sword was pierced by Ling Yan, his eyes widened and he never thought that he would die here, this time it should have been an action that had no reason to fail, how could he die?
"Die!"
Ling Yan took his life, and the fist that was still staying in this body suddenly stirred and smashed his body into countless pieces of minced meat, blood flowed on his eyes, and he could still feel its temperature, the minced flesh scattered on the ground was disgusting, and this bloody scene shocked everyone's hearts.
The other two swordsmen couldn't help but be terrified, and they couldn't accept such an outcome.
Ling Yan was bathed in blood, he reached out to wipe the blood from his eyes, he could see that the rest of the sword masters seemed to be a little relaxed, he planned to kill another person in one go, but at this time he suddenly heard someone speak indifferently, at this moment Ling Yan clearly felt that his own back was cold, like throwing a person in an ice hole, a biting cold.
After many days, he once again felt the smell of death, sneak attack.
Ling Yan reacted immediately, he gave up the opportunity to be able to severely damage or even kill a swordsman, and exchanged his life for his own loss.
The attacker was the man with a bow on his back and thirteen arrows in his quiver, he had been looking for an opportunity just now, they never cared about the defeat of the swordsmen, I just had to do my own thing, and as for your death, it was only your life.
If you die, then I'll do it, now that you, the little prince of the Zhenshi Palace, have completely let go of his back, how can I let it go?
So he brazenly shot out his most proud arrow, this person's arrow is unparalleled, just this arrow can be seen, the arrow broke through the starry sky and collided with Ling Yan's flesh and blood.
Ling Yan was still hit by the arrow after all, and his body fell heavily under the city, Ling Yan's body was motionless in the majestic rain, the arrow pierced through his body, the arrow feather was being tested by the rain, the blood flowing from Ling Yan's body mixed with the rain flowed on the ground, Zhu Si cried to death, there was no hope in his eyes, only endless despair.
"My lord, I'm here to accompany you!"
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Zhu thought about dying, but now some people don't want him to die, so he didn't die.
The arrow who shot this fatal arrow looked indifferent, as if he had just done a trivial matter, and Yang Yingfeng and Yang Zhi, who were in the city, had an unreal feeling that he was really dead.
Yang Yingfeng was hesitant in his heart, how to deal with the investigation of the imperial court now, but Yang Zhi did not have this kind of fear and worry, he was just a little confused, feeling like a dream, this high-ranking Lord Qincha really died in front of him.
Yang Xiao smiled outside the city, and so did Yao Shunan, she couldn't help but recall the countless actions of the organization to assassinate this person's father, each time the organization thought that it was an action that would not fail, but in the end, it ended in failure, even if it was the last successful killing of that person, but the organization paid a heavy price after all, and the price was so great that it has not been slowed back until now.
Yao Shunan, the son of the assassin man, naturally had a shadow in his heart, afraid that this person would be as special as his father to kill, and now the organization could not afford to experience this kind of failure, and could not bear the consequences of failure.
Fortunately, it succeeded in the end, although one person died, but for the organization, a master realm can still afford to lose, as long as this person is killed, the Zhenshi Wangfu will definitely be chaotic, and the world that the organization has insisted on for many years will eventually come again, and this Taizheng Dynasty can no longer stop them.