Ling Xueyan also anxiously rushed to Jiang Yi's side and asked worriedly:

"Brother Jiang, are you okay?"

Jiang Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, pretended to be weak and coughed lightly twice, and smiled reluctantly:

"I'm fine."

Ling Xueyan saw that his injuries were not light, and persuaded him:

"Brother Jiang, there are many of them. Otherwise, you might as well run away, with your light cultivation, no one here can stop you. ”

When Zhang Qiqiao heard this, he immediately sneered twice, and shouted:

"If you still want to leave, you asked us first if you would agree."

As he spoke, he looked at several martial arts masters of the Shaolin, Tianxing and Yuntai Sword Sects, and encouraged:

"Several, this Jiang Yi is now at the end of the crossbow, what are you waiting for, this is a good opportunity to work together to get rid of this martial arts scum."

Qi Xingshu, the head of the Heavenly Star Sect, Mu Sihong, the Great Elder of the Yuntai Sword Sect, and the three Shaolin Temple masters glanced at each other and nodded fiercely:

"That's right, you don't need to talk about the rules of the rivers and lakes with this kind of scum, let's go together and eradicate Jiang Yi."

If Jiang Yi was in his heyday, they would still hesitate and dare not make a move, but now that Jiang Yi is fighting against Yi Jifeng and Zhang Tao one after another, his internal strength must have lost a lot, and it seems that he has been injured, and his strength has been reduced.

Several of their first-class masters joined forces to besiege them, and they still had a chance to win.

Zhang Qiqiao saw that a few people were moved, so he silently retreated, helped Zhang Tao to the corner, and waited to see a good show.

Jiang Yi pushed Ling Xueyan back, raised the long knife, and pointed the tip of the knife with a cold glow at the five people, and shouted:

"If you're brave enough, let the horses come!"

After the abbot of Xuanzhi exchanged a few glances, he formed a circle and slowly stepped forward to surround Jiang Yi.

They paced slowly, forming a circle, and kept walking around Jiang Yi, looking for flaws.

The atmosphere in the courtyard gradually calmed down, and the air began to become heavy, as if a storm was coming.

Qi Xingshu, the head of the Heavenly Star Sect, held a sword tattooed with stars, silently walked behind Jiang Yi, and glanced at Mu Sihong, the great elder of the Yuntai Sword Sect on the opposite side.

Mu Sihong and he have been old friends for many years, and they instantly understood what the other party meant, his eyes narrowed, a flash of essence flashed, and he suddenly shouted:

"Jiang Yi, come here!"

As he spoke, his body moved, and the moire sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out, and the sword was cold and sharp.

The body is like a breeze, and the sword is like a flowing cloud.

The sword light is misty, like a white cloud, gathering and dispersing invisible, and it is difficult to distinguish between virtual and real.

In the face of this move, people have the feeling of being shrouded in clouds and mist, and they don't know where the clouds and mist will suddenly attack a deadly sword light.

Jiang Yi did not show weakness, stepped forward, and the black sword light wrapped in the crimson flames, slashed down angrily.

No matter what is true or false, regardless of the vagaries of the sword light, the furious sword light is wrapped in flames, and it slams into the white sword light in front of him, arrogant and domineering.

The scorching energy was agitated, and the gale howled and swirled, blowing away the clouds and mist, and disappeared without a trace.

However, Mu Sihong's sword was just to attract Jiang Yi's attention, and when he took out the sword, he left three points of strength, and the moment the sword was broken, his figure retreated abruptly, avoiding Jiang Yi's fierce attack.

Don't confront Jiang Yi head-on at all.

At the same time as Jiang Yi took out the knife, Qi Xing, who had been waiting for an opportunity behind Jiang Yi, moved.

Phew!

A terrible scream rang out, extremely piercing.

The sword in Qi Xingshu's hand suddenly turned into a streamer, piercing Jiang Yi's back of the heart, and the speed was extremely fast.

On the tip of the sword, there is a sharp sword, dazzling, like a star. Obviously, he was going to kill Jiang Yi with a sword under the sneak attack.

However, Jiang Yi's perception was so keen, as soon as Qi Xingshu behind him moved, he noticed it.

The long knife in his hand was not easy to change, so he simply leaned forward slightly, and kicked his left foot backwards violently.

It's like a poisonous scorpion raising its long tail.

Jiang Yi's foot is like an antelope hanging on its horns without warning, which makes people unavoidable.

Bang it.

The left foot kicked Qi Xingshu's sword-holding hand violently, kicking the opponent's hand high, and the sword collapsed.

Qi Xingshu snorted and took two steps back.

"Three masters, do it quickly!"

Seeing that Qi Xingshu's sneak attack failed, Mu Sihong suddenly shouted loudly, and at the same time, he also used his own tricks.

Between the flips of his wrists, Yingying's sword light suddenly flourished, and with a howling wind, he went straight to Jiang Yi's door.

Recite!

The wind swirled, the remnant clouds shattered, and the sword was awe-inspiring.

"Amitabha."

Master Xuanzhi proclaimed the Buddha's name, but his attack was extremely ruthless, and he lifted the internal force of his whole body, and slammed out a powerful Vajra palm under Jiang Yi's ribs.

The palm is powerful, fierce and domineering, if it is solid, it is enough to beat people to pieces, and kill them with one blow.

On his right, a taciturn yellow-faced monk also used a thousand palms, and the palm prints were layered on top of each other, making people dazzled.

The first seat of the Luohan Hall, Xuanfeng, also let out a deep sigh, and raised his hand to punch out with an Arhat punch.

The boxing movements look mediocre, but the strength and momentum are extremely condensed.

In just an instant, several key points around Jiang Yi's body had been shrouded in the offensive of the four, and the situation looked extremely critical.

Facing the joint siege of the four people, Jiang Yi shouted angrily, making a desperate appearance of suppressing the injury and strengthening his true qi.

His figure turned slightly, unfolding his mysterious body technique, and in a flash, he avoided Xuan Zhi's powerful vajra palm and Xuan Feng's Arhat fist.

Then with a wave of his right hand, the long knife slashed through an arc and slashed out horizontally.

The red flames were raging, the strong wind was agitated, and the thousands of armies were swept away, and the momentum was invincible.

Rumble!

The strength was violently dissipated, and Jiang Yi repelled Mu Sihong's Liuyun Sword and the yellow-faced monk's thousand-handed palm with a single sword.

Then he didn't give the four of them a chance to continue attacking, and with the strength of the collision, his body suddenly retreated, his body flipped in the air, and a knife fell from the sky, slashing at Qi Xingshu, the head of the Heavenly Star Sect behind him.

Qi Xingshu's eyes flashed with tyrannical murderous intent, and he shouted:

"Starry."

Airplanes!

The sword trembled, and the brilliant blade of the sword lit up silver stars in the air, like starlight, like the Milky Way deep, brilliant and colorful.

Boom, boom, boom.

The dark red sword light was like a waterfall, slashing straight down at the galaxy.

The fierce and violent sword qi carried an unstoppable momentum, crushing the silver stars like a withering and decaying, bringing a series of crisp explosions.

It is domineering and ferocious.

Starlight debris slowly annihilated.

Laugh at!

The blade drove straight into Qi Xingshu's chest with blazing fire, erasing his life in an instant.

After Jiang Yi killed Qi Xingshu with one sword, his body flashed and swept away a zhang, not giving the four people behind him a chance to besiege.

After standing still, he turned to look at the remaining four, and spat out another mouthful of blood, with a sickly blush on his face.

Obviously, he had just forcibly raised his true qi against the enemy, which made his "internal injury" even more serious.