Huo Xinxin ran over from the side exit in a panic, and when she saw He Dongping who was screaming on the ground, and then looked at Yang Jing with a gloomy face, she couldn't help asking, "Yang Jing, what are you doing here?" ”

"Hmph, a rookie who has just entered the early days of the day after tomorrow dares to provoke me. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info boy, don't take your little force value too seriously, there are some people you can't provoke. ”

"This, He Dongping, what are you doing to trouble him?"

Huo Xinxin was not a fool, when she heard Yang Jing's words, she immediately understood a little, and her gaze at He Dongping also became disgusted.

In normal times, He Dongping did not show off his identity as a martial artist, and he was still dancing in front of her, self-righteous.

has pestered her for so long, and has refused many times without giving up, always being like her boyfriend, which makes her very disgusted.

For this reason, she also violently beat several colleagues and men who pursued her, which made her very embarrassed.

When the battle was over, it was supposed to leave the field in order. But she found that He Dongping was not there, which made her instinctively a little worried, and hurriedly ran over.

Sure enough, things happened the way she thought.

It's just that the ending is different, it is not Yang Jing who suffers, but He Dongping.

She also instantly understood that Yang Jing was not one of the ordinary colleagues He Dongping had bullied before, but a real martial artist.

She has seen the martial arts competitions arranged by the Security Bureau many times, so she naturally knows the division of strength of some martial artists. With He Dongping's little ability, it is nothing at all.

"Woo!"

He Dongping wanted to speak, but his chin was crooked by the scabbard, and he couldn't make a clear voice at all.

He had blood flowing from his hands and feet, and he couldn't get up from lying on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

However, the eyes that looked at Yang Jing were full of hatred, as if they wanted to tear him to pieces.

Huo Xin couldn't help but be shocked when he saw him in such a miserable appearance.

"Yang Jing, you're too much!"

"Hmph, if you don't have the ability, don't learn from others to cause trouble. Today, for Huo Xinxin's sake, I won't kill you. But remember, I Yang Jing can't be humiliated, there is no next time. ”

stared at He Dongping, smiled contemptuously, ignored Huo Xinxin and turned around and walked into the elevator.

"Yang Jing, what do you mean, if you don't pretend to be forced, you'll die."

Huo Xinxin was extremely unhappy in her heart, Yang Jing was so faceless that she didn't even look at herself, let alone respond.

"It's all the bad things you caused, do you want me to thank you? Your friend is very interesting, he wants to slap me as soon as they meet, today is in the wrong place, I will have a good exchange with him when I have time in the future. ”

After speaking, a cold light flashed in his eyes, which made He Dongping feel excited, and he actually lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Yang Jing. It's just that the hatred in that eye has not decreased, and even intensified. The agitation caused the blood flow to accelerate, and the blood spurted more unrestrainedly.

"You!"

It's a pity that the elevator door has been closed at this moment, looking at the declining numbers, Huo Xinxin can only stomp her feet angrily.

When he turned around, he saw He Dongping, who was full of injuries, and scolded a few words angrily, but endured it again.

took out his mobile phone and dialed the number of the Security Bureau, thinking that with the medical skills of the Security Bureau, it would not be a problem to treat He Dongping at all.

Yang Jing went to the underground parking lot and walked in the direction where the Porsche was parked.

In my imagination, Zhang Zishan's sneak attack did not happen, and it was normal to get into the car, and after opening it, he left the parking space.

Driving along the passage, just as he was about to leave the parking lot, Yang Jing suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and then a strong wind hit from the side.

He didn't think about it, and shrank to see if he had dodged the attack.

Quickly slamming on the brakes and turning the steering wheel, the Porsche made a rudimentary drift and quickly distanced itself from the dark shadow.

His body and mind flew, and he casually lifted the iron sword in the passenger seat, and his figure broke through the window and got out.

Rumble!

A loud bang came from behind him, and Yang Jing, who was rolling on the ground, saw that the roof of his Porsche was split with a knife again, and the burly figure that flashed by, his face was hard to see.

Clang!

The iron sword was unsheathed, and before it could fully stand still, the tip of the sword stabbed sharply into the furious blade that slashed at it.

The moment he made contact, he felt a domineering force coming from the blade, and Yang Jing flew out without surprise.

The sword body followed the wrist and trembled, unloading the strength in it, looking at Zhang Zishan in front of him, Yang Jing was silent.

Just now, I thought that Zhang Zishan would be concerned about the existence of the Security Bureau and would not act at will. Now it seems that the arrogance of the warrior has gone deep into the bone marrow.

"No wonder Zihe will die, it turns out that you are still deeply hidden."

Zhang Zishan's voice was a little hoarse, and his cold words were full of fiery murderous intent.

"I didn't kill him, if you want revenge, you should also find the dealer."

Zhang Zishan smiled cruelly; "Of course I'll go, but whoever kills him."

Yang Jing's heart sank when he heard this, and then he smiled confidently: "Although it is very unreasonable, but it is just right, use you to try my sword." ”

According to the "Wandering World" in the Quanzhen Sword Technique, the sword body trembled endlessly, making a piercing buzzing sound.

And his figure quickly rushed towards Zhang Zishan and plunged straight into the other party's throat.

Zhang Zishan sneered, he knew Yang Jing's strength, he had just entered the middle of the day after tomorrow, his cultivation was a little worse than him, and he was only a third-rate martial artist in the martial arts. He was confident that with his sword skills, he could easily kill this young martial artist.

Seeing that the tip of the opponent's sword was stabbing sharply, Zhang Zishan immediately stabbed the horizontal knife, and the tip of the sword stabbed sharply on the knife, Zhang Zishan actually did not retreat.

Yang Jing was not surprised, and the iron sword followed the trend, turning into a strange arc and attacking towards Zhang Zishan's left eye.

Zhang Zishan took half a step back, and the blade slashed at Yang Jing's chest in the retreat.

In the blade of the knife, an indomitable strong momentum surged, seriously affecting Yang Jing's mind.

"I didn't expect that there is such momentum in a single knife technique, and this guy's attainments in knife skills definitely surpass me."

With a quick calculation in his heart, he also had to stop the offensive, waved his arm, and made a move "Dingyang Needle" like a mainstay, pointing on the blade.

Among them, the terrifying force exploded, and in the piercing collision sound, the two figures quickly retreated.

"Although it has momentum, it is flashy and unrealistic, and it can only affect the mind. If I hadn't cultivated the Soul Shifting Dafa, and then I had the power to control my heart and blood, I might not be an opponent. But it's a good thing to give me a deep sense of momentum, and maybe it will also allow me to take a step forward in kendo. ”

The strong battle intent was surging, surging out, and Yang Jing's sword-holding body seemed to be a few points taller.

After Zhuang Wei's stimulation, his mind has begun to change, and the warrior should be indomitable, and any troubles and enemies should be killed with a sword.

At this moment, his brain was clear, as if everything around him was in his eyes, and the sword in his hand was more intimate, like an arm swing, which was incomparably natural.

Staring at Zhang Zishan's burly body and the fierce momentum on his body, Yang Jing's heart was wild.

"Kill!"

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