A moment later, Ji Changkong and Ji Tianxing took the Xuanbing Sword and rushed to the gate of the Ji Mansion together.

When the two of them arrived at the first courtyard, they saw that Ling Sihai and the others were already standing in the wide courtyard.

At the gate of the Ji Mansion, there were several corpses of guards lying on the ground, all of them lying in a pool of blood and already dying.

Ling Sihai, dressed in a black robe, stood in the middle of the courtyard, his face cold and solemn, and his body was filled with thick anger and murderous intent.

Behind him, there were also eight middle-aged men holding swords, all of whom were martial arts masters above the seventh level of the True Yuan Realm, and they were also in a murderous posture.

Around the courtyard, more than a dozen Jifu guards had already gathered, all holding swords and staring at Ling Sihai and the others.

No one gave orders, and the guards did not dare to act rashly.

Ji Rufeng, the second elder of the Ji family, and several principals of the Ji family, as well as some children of the Ji family, were standing at the door of the meeting hall.

Ji Rufeng pretended to be angry and spoke loudly, constantly persuading Ling Sihai to calm his anger, let him dissipate his anger and solve the matter calmly.

But he only paid lip service, and did not take out his sword or weapon, nor did he give the order for the guards to attack.

Several principals and young disciples of the Ji family also looked at him as the horse, and they did not see the courage and blood of the Ji family.

It wasn't until everyone saw Ji Changkong and Ji Tianxing arriving that they showed an expectant look, and their eyes focused on them.

Ji Changkong glanced at the corpse at the gate, glanced at Ji Rufeng and the others with a cold look, and walked towards the courtyard with the sword in his hand.

He looked at Ling Sihai with fierce eyes, and shouted murderously: "Ling Sihai! You dare to lead people into the Ji Mansion, when there is no one in the Ji family?"

With that, his gaze swept over the eight masters behind Ling Sihai, and he shouted angrily again: "Who killed my Ji family's guards just now?

As Ji Changkong's words fell, he emitted an invisible powerful murderous aura all over his body, rolling towards Ling Sihai and the others.

Ling Sihai's body stood as tall as a sword in the courtyard, not at all deterred by Ji Changkong's murderous aura.

He glared at Ji Tianxing with a fierce look, his eyes were stained with a layer of blood due to anger, and he roared in a low voice: "Ji Tianxing! You killed my son Yunfei, I will break your body into ten thousand pieces to comfort Yunfei's spirit in the sky!"

As he spoke, he couldn't hold back the tyrannical murderous aura in his mouth, and suddenly drew his sword and shot.

"Boom!"

Ling Sihai, who was fourfold in the Xuan Realm, swung his sword with all his might, and actually slashed out three dark cyan sword rays, killing Ji Tianxing who was five zhang away in the air.

Each sword is more than two feet long and three fingers wide, and contains a powerful and violent force.

Ji Tianxing was looking at Ling Sihai and the eight masters behind him, not guarding against Ling Sihai starting to do it as soon as they met.

Seeing the three sword rays slashing at a rapid pace, his complexion changed, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat and dodge.

At this moment, Ji Changkong's figure flashed and rushed out of the distance, blocking in front of him.

"Boom!"

Ji Changkong instantly pulled out his sword, and slashed at the three sword rays.

"Bang bang bang!"

In a series of muffled sounds, the three sword rays emitted by Ling Sihai were all slashed to pieces.

The sharp and furious sword qi also forced Ling Sihai to take two steps back, his face pale.

Ji Changkong held the sword in his hand and pointed obliquely at the ground, stood proudly in the field, and shouted in a deep voice: "Ling Sihai, if you want to kill my son Tianxing, I will cut off your head first!"

"Ji Changkong!" Ling Sihai roared angrily, his eyes glaring angrily: "Yesterday, Ji Tianxing sent a letter to my daughter Yunfei, asking her to meet in the plum garden in the western suburbs in the evening. Last night, my daughter Yunfei was killed by him and died tragically in Meizhuang. ”

"Killing people to pay for their lives and paying off debts, this is a matter of course! Ji Changkong, if you don't hand over Ji Tianxing today, don't blame me for killing!"

Ji Changkong immediately sneered and said, "Hehe, Ling Sihai, you keep saying that my son Tianxing killed Ling Yunfei, what is your evidence?"

"Without evidence, you are a bloody spurt, and you are slander!"

"Do you want proof?" Ling Sihai also sneered sharply, took out a letter from the sleeve of his robe, and shook his hand at Ji Changkong.

"This is a letter written by Ji Tianxing to Yun Fei, this is the evidence!"

A cold light flashed in Ji Changkong's eyes, and he reached out to catch the letter with an unchanged face.

He opened the letter and glanced at it a few times, then threw it on the ground casually, and sneered: "Hehe, what can a letter represent? This letter can represent, did my son Tianxing kill Ling Yunfei with his own hands?"

"Ling Sihai! We used to be good friends, and we almost got married. And your daughter Ling Yunfei was despicable and shameless in murdering Tianxing, causing his skills to be abolished, and he was laughed at by the world!"

"Don't say that Tianxing didn't kill your daughter, even if he really killed Ling Yunfei, then your daughter deserved it!"

Ling Sihai immediately laughed angrily, his face turned black with rage.

His muscles and bones tensed to the limit, making a crunching "click" sound, apparently pushing his strength to the limit.

"Ji Changkong, since you are determined to protect Ji Tianxing, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Give it all to me! Kill Ji Changkong first, then kill Ji Tianxing, and avenge Yun Fei!"

Ling Sihai, who was furious, waved his hand on the spot and gave the order to besiege and kill Ji Changkong.

The eight murderous martial arts masters have long been secretly accumulating strength and preparing to attack.

At this time, after receiving Ling Sihai's order, they immediately pounced on Ji Changkong with hideous faces, brandishing their swords and launching a siege.

Ling Sihai also shouted angrily, and fiercely pounced on Ji Changkong, swinging his sword and splashing sword light in the sky.

Nine martial arts masters surrounded Ji Changkong, each of them using their peerless skills to launch a furious attack.

Ji Changkong was fearless, and he fought against Ling Sihai and the eight masters with a sword alone, and he also showed the demeanor of a master.

He used the Ji family's ten mystical swordsmanship, showing very mysterious kendo attainments, and wherever the sword light went, everyone was forced to retreat again and again.

With his sixfold strength through the Xuan Realm, he was enough to be proud of the audience and despise Ling Sihai and the eight martial arts masters!

After all, Ling Sihai, who was the strongest, only had the four layers of the Xuan Realm.

And among the eight martial arts masters, there are three True Yuan eighth, ninefold masters, and only five masters of the Xuan Realm, and all of them are the strength of the first to three levels of the Xuan Realm.

Even though Ling Sihai and the others had the advantage of being outnumbered, they were helpless to take Ji Changkong for a while, but they were forced by him to be in a hurry, and they were extremely embarrassed.

Suddenly, the sword light and sword shadow in the courtyard suddenly appeared, and the cold light was shining.

The raging sword qi swept through the space within a radius of twenty zhang, and the bluestone slab ground was also divided into ravines.

The sound of swords colliding with each other was endless.

The fierce battle made everyone in the Ji family dazzled and held their breath.

In just a few breaths, the two sides exchanged more than a dozen moves.

At this time, Ji Changkong forced back the surrounding masters with a sword, jumped out of the crowd, and withdrew from Sanzhang Yuan to stand still.

The fighting stopped for the time being.

Ji Changkong was unharmed, still with a calm breath, but his face was slightly pale.

However, Ling Sihai and the others were a little embarrassed, and they were all injured.

The two True Yuan Realm masters were the worst, their chest, back, and shoulders were all swords, their clothes were soaked with blood and stained red, and their capes were extremely embarrassed.

Several masters of the Tongxuan Realm also had one or two sword wounds on their bodies, but none of them were fatal.

Even Ling Sihai, who was the strongest, was hit by a sword in the chest, and a white bone could be seen in the bloody wound.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the Ji family showed a thick and incredible expression, and let out bursts of exclamations.

Only Ji Rufeng and Ji Hao's faces were a little gloomy, and their eyes flashed with thought, not knowing what they were thinking.