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In the parking lot, dozens of figures stood in the corner, watching the rabbits rise and fall, and the two people whose swords kept colliding, all of them showed fanatical and frightened colors.

Huo Xinxin clasped her hands, her face full of worry.

She wanted to stop it, but she knew she wasn't qualified to do that.

The Security Service had been notified, but several members of the Security Service stood by and watched from a short distance, showing no sign of stopping it.

This made her angry, but there was nothing she could do.

"Damn, why does this guy always have so much trouble."

Huo Xinxin was very angry in her heart, resentful of the inaction of the Security Bureau on the one hand, and angry at Yang Jing on the other hand.

looked left and right, but still didn't see Wang He's figure, which made her even more anxious.

The battle was as fierce as her thoughts, swords clashing from time to time, making a piercing metallic sound.

But more than that, it's a crisp sound.

Yang Jing knew very well that how could the sword technique be comparable to the ferocity of the sword technique, so he naturally did not want to resist it too much.

In this way, you can only use the whole heart method, this set of sword techniques is both offensive and defensive, and the power is not weak at all.

Even his kendo comprehension made his attainments in this set of swordsmanship catch up with the level of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.

With his profound swordsmanship attainments, Yang Jing barely managed to attack and defend, although he vaguely had the upper hand, he gradually let go of his hands and feet.

Quanzhen swordsmanship is so exquisite, and it is Taoist martial arts, once it is unleashed, it is endless.

Zhang Zishan's attainments in knife skills are really good, but they are all in the bonus of momentum.

Yang Jing's sword technique is Huohuo, sometimes fast, sometimes gentle, but he can always resist Zhang Zishan's attack. Sometimes he can even fight back against the other party, so that Zhang Zishan's gradually brewing momentum has to fall.

In this process, he constantly experienced the existence of momentum.

Slowly, suddenly a flash of realization flashed in my mind, and the whole person changed from vigorous to peaceful.

But such a change in momentum made his swordsmanship even more unfathomable.

In an instant, the sword light flickered, and it hit the blade at a strange angle.

Zhang Zishan couldn't hold it, and his right arm flipped slightly.

With only a slight change, Yang Jing quickly grasped it, the blade of the sword flashed, a bloody light bloomed, and there was a trace of blood in the air.

If Zhang Zishan hadn't dodged fast enough, maybe this sword would have been enough to kill him.

"Is this momentum? In fact, it is just a resonance of one's own body, internal force, spirit and will, and it is not very useful to make the air around him sharp when facing Wang He that day. ”

Wang Bazhiqi may be this kind of thing, Yang Jing feels that he has made some progress in martial arts, and it is still decisive.

"Interesting!"

Feeling the momentum on his body, he is very peaceful, but he has an awe-inspiring and inviolable bearing.

In an instant, Jin Yangong unfolded, and his figure rushed towards the surprised Zhang Zishan.

Zhang Zishan had so much combat experience, if Yang Jing continued to attack and kill before, maybe he would only be exhausted. But now that he has been given a chance to breathe, he will naturally not be so embarrassed anymore. And he knew that he was underestimating the other party's speed of progress in the end.

Seeing the sharp stab of the sword, he immediately swung his sword and slashed down.

Seeing that it was about to collide, Yang Jing's body paused, and then twisted his body, and he was about to stagger.

Zhang Zishan also changed his tactics quickly, looking at his actions, he didn't see too much jerky.

Without the triple impact of momentum on body, spirit and will, he did not think that Zhang Zishan would still be his opponent.

At this moment, Zhang Zishan's knife technique is still extremely fierce in the eyes of outsiders, but in his opinion, it is just like that.

For a while, the swordsmanship was completely exerted, and Zhang Zishan was suppressed.

Each of his swords contains a powerful force, although the angle is not weird, but it goes with the flow, blessing a vast momentum, so that Zhang Zishan has to block.

His body style was not as good as Yang Jing, and he was tired of coping with it at the moment, falling downwind, and his body was also covered with sweat.

Seeing Yang Jing wandering the world with another move, he was ruthless, and he waved the Yanling knife in his hand without hesitation, ignoring the tip of the sword that stabbed him.

This is a trick that will end up together, and he has performed it once before.

If Yang Jing can be ruthless, he can naturally work hard for this, not to mention that he still has a system, but he doesn't think it's worth it.

Such an opponent is the best whetstone for sharpening swordsmanship, how can he let it go so easily. What's more, where does he need to be so desperate with the other party.

The snake walking raccoon flovering technique was quickly unleashed, and his figure was suddenly as dexterous as a tanuki, and he actually dodged the blade of the Yanling knife by a fraction of a millimeter.

The direction of the tip of the sword remained the same, and when it swept in, it looked like it was about to drill into Zhang Zishan's throat.

In an instant, Yang Jing felt that his hair stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, and his temples were beating violently.

He didn't think about it, his body that was still in mid-air twisted, and a kick was put on Zhang Zishan's chest. And the right wrist twisted, the blade of the sword waved, only to hear a crisp sound of ding, and a silver needle fell to the ground.

Bang!

Zhang Zishan was kicked and flew up, his mouth was full of blood, not to mention, the Yanling knife in his hand couldn't be grasped and fell to the ground.

The moment Yang Jing landed, he didn't think about it, so he quickly rushed forward.

"You dare!"

A piercing sound of breaking the air came, and Yang Jing took a wrong step under his feet, waving his right arm without squinting.

Ding Ding Ding!

Several silver needles were hit, and when he was about to step forward, his face was on one side, and he flew back a few steps.

At the same time, the silver needle in front of Sangen turned at a strange angle, brushing his clothes.

If he hadn't been alert, I'd have gotten into his chest.

When he stopped, he turned around and saw Chen Yong approaching quickly, and not far behind him, several figures stood tall, one of whom was holding a silver needle in his hand.

In the face of the menacing Chen Yong, Yang Jing did not back down, his whole body was churning, his internal force was rolling, and even the physical strength that had been retained completely exploded.

The sword in his hand hummed, and there was a sharp edge brewing in it.

The moment Chen Yong approached less than five meters, his arms waved, turning into countless palm shadows and sweeping towards Yang Jing.

This change made everyone present can't help but exclaim, in their eyes, Yang Jing is a flat boat in the lonely sea, which will capsize in the waves at any time.

"Dingyang needle!"

With a low cry in his heart, he took half a step back with his right foot, formed a bow with his body, and stabbed the shadow of his palm all over the sky.

Bang!

The dull sound of the collision made everyone's bodies tremble, and they saw Yang Jing's figure retreat violently, and he didn't stop until he hit his own Porsche.

A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but the hand holding the sword remained calm, and even shook it slightly, shaking off a few drops of blood on the tip of the sword.

Chen Yong looked at the wound in the palm of his right palm, and a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes: "With such strength at a young age, it's no wonder that you are so self-righteous." ”

"Hehe, if it weren't for your Yongle Gang finding fault for no reason, how could I feel unbearable!"

A trace of shame and anger flashed on Chen Yong's face, and a murderous aura flashed in an instant: "Boy, you are looking for death!" ”

"Maybe, but my Yang Jing's life is hard enough, and it is still unknown who will kill the deer!"

The two of them were on the verge of breaking out, and a man not far away put away the silver needle in his hand, and said with a smile: "Two, this is the Security Bureau, how about giving me Zhao Xianshi a face, just forget it." ”

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