Shan Yi waved his hand to catch his hair, his two fingers twisted gently, but his expression was unmoved, his eyes stared coldly at the sword-wielding man and said slowly, "It seems that you want to take my life~~~."

"Yes and what" The scribe held a long sword, although this sword did not hurt him, but it could be regarded as a preemptive, if it wasn't for the young man next to him, he would already be a dead man, no matter what, he had the upper hand, so the momentum was not weak.

"If you want my life, you can~ However, you need to pay a price!" Shan Yi's eyes flashed, and his figure moved to the scribe in an instant, and a palm was slapped out, between the chest and abdomen of the Chinese warrior.

Fierce internal force gushed out, the scribe's mouth spurted blood and flew backwards, rushed out of more than 20 meters, hit a rockery before stopping, at this moment his face was gray, his chin was stained with blood, although this palm did not want his life, but the internal injuries were heavy, if there is no one or two months of careful recuperation, I am afraid it will be difficult to heal, this is still the mercy of the mountain wing's men, otherwise a palm will kill him.

The scribe's eyes were split, staring at the mountain wing viciously, it was not that he was unprepared, but the mountain wing was moving too fast, and he didn't think that he would shoot when he said it, so he would be caught off guard, and he was very unwilling.

At the same time, seven or eight sword lights lit up in the field, and Shan Yi and Zhang Liao were immediately surrounded by groups, and the crowd was excited, it seemed that this was a game of endless death.

Shanyi swept everyone around, and snorted disdainfully, "Do you want my life too~~ The consequences are very serious~~".

"Bold fanatics, dare to hurt people, even if you don't take your life today~~ You don't want to escape from here, all my colleagues~~ Take this person together and hand it over to the master!" One of the middle-aged scribes spoke, and everyone nodded their heads in agreement, but no one was willing to do it first.

Shan Yi smiled and said, "It's really upside down, he stabbed me with a sword, I don't say that I can't talk about people's lives, and I also hurt people with a palm~~ Now I want to bully more and less~ I see you idiots, all the books have been read in the dog's stomach~~".

"Phew! Fanatic junior, dare to insult my Holy Gate Wensheng, and when you are beaten to forgiveness, it depends on whether you have a hard mouth~".

"Don't talk nonsense, since you want to do it, hurry up, Lao Tzu is not here to chat with you~~" Shan Yi snorted, beckoned, and said lazily.

"Death!" Everyone was so angry that they immediately raised their whole body strength, and several long swords were cold and light, intertwined into a sword net in an instant, and stabbed towards the two of them.

"Up!" Shan Yi gave Zhang Liao a look, they didn't wait for everyone to form an encirclement, as soon as the sword light flashed, they rushed out like two fierce tigers, one in front of the other, fists * plus, each of them against three or four scribes.

For a while, the wind was raging in the field, the sword light and the palm wind were intertwined, the whole courtyard was in chaos, and the poor and the brave hurriedly dispersed to the periphery, for fear of accidentally hurting themselves, and there were several masters standing around, their eyes always observing the situation in the field, so as to help in time.

Zhang Liao's body is like a tiger pounced on food, has been practicing hard in the army, fighting on the battlefield, he has developed the habit of being brave and unstoppable, domineering, opening and closing his fists, his body is as fast as lightning, facing the sword formation of the three scribes and slamming violently, a look of death with the enemy, that fierce look, scared the three of them to retreat again and again, although the weapon is in hand, there is a numerical advantage, but no one dares to shake its edge for a while.

The mountain wing is a relaxed freehand, with one enemy four, the body sometimes moves smoothly, sometimes as fast as a goshawk, the fists are continuous, slapping left and right, interspersed with four long swords, mastering the situation, and the eyes still look at Zhang Liao's side from time to time, and can take care of one or two at any time.

When the four scribes saw that he despised him so much, their hearts were even more furious, and they all stepped up the offensive in their hands, and wanted to stab the mountain wing to death here with a sword.

"I don't know how to lift!" Shan Yi snorted coldly, suddenly turned around, and somehow came behind a person, stretched out his hand and slapped him on the back of the shoulder, followed by a supplementary kick, the scribe suddenly lost his center of gravity, and the whole person rushed forward.

A scribe in front of him was just about to stab a sword, when he saw his own people rushing towards him, he hurriedly collected his sword and retreated, but at this moment, the mountain wing followed, stretched out his hand and grabbed his shirt, and turned back, and the two of them collided face to face and fell together.

"Hahaha~~Dog eats dog~ Don't run away!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped it out, and a scribe wanted to sneak attack from behind, only to feel a flower in front of him, the mountain wings disappeared, and he came to his side in a flash, followed by a strong force, and his body staggered, and fell right on the two people.

Shan Yi smiled, raised his foot and stepped on the back of the heart of the person above, looked at the middle-aged scribe and said with a smile, "How?" I look at your tricks~~ I can't kill me~ Look over there, it's almost over."

The middle-aged scribe was shocked, and when he looked back, he saw that the fierce Zhang Liao had beaten the two of them to the point of spitting blood, lying on the ground with a painful face, and the last person was also forced to a dead end, and he was in danger of being hit at any time, and his face couldn't help but change, the strength of these two people was greatly beyond his expectations, and he didn't expect that the two of them were young and had such skills.

It's not that he doesn't measure himself, if he really measures it according to his internal strength and true qi, I'm afraid that each of them will not be much worse than Zhang Liao or even Shan Yi, and some are even half a step higher, and the time to practice qi is not one or two decades, but these people usually talk about poetry and poetry to discuss the Four Books and Five Classics, and what they practice is self-cultivation and the method of strengthening the body, how can they compare to the fight on Zhang Liao's battle array, not to mention the will and means honed by Shanyi's birth and death.

If you really want to talk about it, maybe their strength can't even compare to the elite in the yellow scarf, and the kind of warriors who crawl out of the pile of dead people are not something that ordinary people can deal with.

As he spoke, Zhang Liao had already defeated the last scribe, and reached out to clasp his neck, his face was cold, as if looking at a dead man, as long as he exerted a little force, his neck would be twisted.

"Don't~~Don't~~Kill me~~" The scribe didn't feel scared until now, he was shrouded in death, and he had long since lost the so-called discipline of Confucianism, just begging for mercy again and again.

The middle-aged scribe looked angry, but he dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and a few others who did not do it began to hesitate in their hearts, whether to help or not, if they did not make a move, everyone was a familiar Confucian scholar, and they did not know how to meet each other in the future, but if they made a move, they were not sure of victory, and they could only add humiliation.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a shout from outside, "Who is making trouble here!!" With the voice, a group of soldiers rushed in, and the first person to bear the brunt was also dressed as a Confucian student, but with a long knife at his waist, dark and slightly fierce.

When the middle-aged scribe saw the visitor, he was overjoyed, "The capture is here, and please call the shots~~."

The person who came was the person of Confucius, and he was also a foreign son of Confucius, named Kong Fan, who did a thief in the drama city, at this time the Confucian ceremony, Kong Fan was leading a team to patrol the street, and someone reported that someone in the treasure building was making trouble, and he immediately ran over.

With an angry face, he looked at the middle-aged scribe with his eyes, and arched his hand with a little surprise and said, "Mr. Ma is also here~~ What a real interest~~ What the hell is going on?" ”。

The middle-aged scribe's face turned red, and he coughed dryly twice and said, "These two maniacs entered the Jubao Building without permission, and they hurt people if they disobeyed the discipline, you see~~ These are all injured by them" After saying that, he pointed to the two scribes who were still lying on the ground, and the two more seriously injured scribes.

Kong Fan glanced at it, the courtyard was full of messes, and there were many injured people, he couldn't help but look unkind, looked at Shan Yi and asked viciously, "Now the human and material evidence are there~~ Do you still have a good peace?" ”。

"That's right, I hit the people~~ but they were the first to strike, I was just defending myself, and there were only two of us, they bullied more and less, and their skills were not as good as others~~ Who can blame them if they are injured."

"Humph! I still dare to quibble, and when I get to the prison, I will see if you dare to sharpen your teeth~~ Arrest you! Kong Fan gave an order, and immediately rushed up more than 20 soldiers, surrounding Zhang Liao on the mountain wing like an iron bucket.

Zhang Liao's expression changed, and he said angrily, "You are bending the law for personal gain, this is a serious crime!" ”。

"Humph!! Here I am the Fa, and what I said is the Fa~ Take it away! ”。

"I see who dares!" Shanyi slapped a soldier with a palm, reached out and grabbed a steel knife, and shouted, and the audience was shocked.

Kong Fan was startled, took a step back and shouted, "If you dare to disobey, I will order you to be killed on the spot~~."

Shan Yi didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but he couldn't stand by now, his eyes were staring at Kong Fan, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Then let's see if you have this ability~~ Originally, I didn't want to kill~ If you force people too much, don't blame me for being ruthless."

A murderous aura surged out, and it was only now that the mountain wing used its true strength, between ordinary fighting and life-and-death fighting, although it was only a line of distance, but the means used were very different.

"It's so murderous~ Isn't it an Oiran conference today?".

At this time, a group of people came to the outside of the treasure building, and just before they arrived, the person in charge suddenly changed his face and opened his mouth to say.

Several people next to him were dressed as scribes, but their eyes were shining, and they obviously felt this murderous aura, and one of the people in white smiled slightly and said, "Kong Sanye~~ It seems that today's Oiran Conference is much more lively than usual~".

"Yes, I can't wait~~ hehehehe" The other also laughed.

Kong Sanye sighed and said, "You two are so impatient, it's really insulting to the name of Confucian~~~~."

"Hahaha~~ Everyone has a love for beauty, and fighting bravely is for the husband, but my Zuo Chengzu loves both~ Doesn't Kong Sanye also love this way~~".

"Haha~~That's right~~~~We're all raccoon dogs~Hahahaha~~~" Kong Sanye laughed and walked inside, and several people behind him also followed.