Yu Yaxiao's beautiful face was full of fierceness, and she pointed at Ling Xueyan and scolded angrily:

"What nonsense are you talking about, is it reasonable for him to kill my eldest brother? Today, this surnamed Jiang must die, if you want to stop it, I will kill you together. ”

Ling Xueyan looked at her murderous appearance, and knew that she would not listen to what the other party said. However, Xue Zimu's cultivation is extremely high, she is worried that Jiang Yi is not an opponent, and she wants to persuade the two sides to shake hands and make peace, but she doesn't know how to speak.

Xue Zimu looked at Ling Xueyan with indifference in his eyes and said:

"Miss Ling doesn't need to say any more, let's get out of the way, there is no room for turning around in this matter."

Then he said to Jiang Yi:

"I don't want to pay attention to the rights and wrongs of this. If you kill Brother Yu, I will have to kill you, if you have any last words to say, I can give you some time. ”

Jiang Yi felt that this Xue Zimu's words were quite appetizing, if he wanted to kill, he would kill, why talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, he had to find a high-sounding reason for himself.

He bowed his head slightly and said:

"Looks like you're going to have to kill me today. But you're no match for me, so I'm afraid I'll have to give my life for nothing. ”

"I haven't done it yet, how do you know I'm going to lose?"

Xue Zimu's eyes were neither happy nor sad, plain and pleasant.

Jiang Yi turned his head to Ling Xueyan and said, "You should retreat a little, so as not to be hurt by the aftermath." ”

Ling Xueyan looked at the situation and knew that this battle was inevitable, so she just instructed:

"Then be careful, his swordsmanship is very high."

Jiang Yi just nodded.

Ling Xueyan withdrew more than ten zhang away, stood under the eaves next to the street, and nervously looked at the two people facing each other in the field.

The people who came and went on the street also avoided it far away, and did not dare to approach the two of them.

When everyone else retreated, Xue Zimu maintained that calm and calm manner, and said to Jiang Yi:

"I heard that your sword spirit is very domineering, I hope it won't disappoint me."

As he spoke, his slender and white, strong right hand slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.

Jiang Yi just raised the corners of his mouth, revealing an arrogant look, and the momentum on his body kept rising, as if a volcano was about to erupt:

"Don't worry, this will be the strongest sword technique you can see in your life."

"I hope so."

As the words fell, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in Xue Zimu's eyes, and his figure flashed and appeared in front of Jiang Yi.

Recite!

The shining sword light, with a white aura, was gently sent towards Jiang Yi's chest.

Xue Zimu's swordsmanship movements are free and natural, like flowing clouds and water, like clouds and clouds, without a trace of fireworks.

It is like a sea of clouds on a high mountain, with a lofty and distant artistic conception.

Just one sword, it shows the strength that he should have as a super-first-class master.

No wonder he dares to claim to be the person with the highest talent and the strongest swordsmanship in the Yuntai Sword Sect in a hundred years.

In the face of Xue Zimu's ethereal swordsmanship, Jiang Yi did not show weakness, stepped forward, and slashed with his sword.

Call!

The raging flames condensed into a crimson sword qi, turning into a dazzling red ray, which shot out through the air, rolling up a blazing wind and whistling.

Rumble!

A blinding flame shone brightly, and a scorching firework exploded in the air.

The raging waves spread out in the air like ripples.

Xue Zimu snorted, retreated ten steps abruptly, and after standing still, he looked at Jiang Yi with a solemn look in his eyes, and praised:

"It's really a good knife technique."

Jiang Yi is also not stingy with his appreciation:

"Your swordsmanship is not bad, either."

Xue Zimu's face was extremely serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"You are the strongest opponent I have ever faced after Yi Tianxing. Next, I will use the strongest sword technique to kill you. ”

"yes, then I'll see."

Jiang Yi just said noncommittally.

The next moment, Xue Zimu's figure slowly disappeared like smoke.

In the air, only an ethereal sword light remained, with a vague white mist streaked across the sky, striking towards Jiang Yi.

Looking at the approaching sword light, Jiang Yi felt as if he had stepped into an ink painting scroll in the south of the Yangtze River.

The world around him suddenly faded into color, leaving only simple black and white, and the indomitable and brilliant sword light.

Jiang Yi at this moment is like a character under Xue Zimu's brush, as long as he takes the pen and lightly strokes on the scroll, he can erase Jiang Yi's life.

It's a pity that although this ink painting scroll of Jiangnan is beautiful, for Jiang Yi, it seems a little fragile.

As Jiang Yi's mind turned, his internal force poured like a river, roared and surged, and the long knife was raised, and the flames jumped up.

The crimson flames instantly set the entire world of the scroll into flames.

Compared with Xue Zimu's beautiful sword light, Jiang Yi's pure sword aura was a little rough, without any artistic conception, full of domineering, destructive, and tyrannical aura.

Boom!

The sword qi and the sword qi collided violently in the air, and the violent energy burst out, emitting a deafening roar.

A violent hurricane swept across the long street with a roar, causing the shops in the street to rattle and the windows to thump violently.

Xue Zimu's strength was weaker than Jiang Yi after all, and he was beaten upside down by the Red Absolute Sword Qi and flew out, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

After Jiang Yi resisted the two silky subtle sword qi, his body couldn't help but shake and took a step back.

At this moment, a mutation protruded.

A hoarse, old voice suddenly sounded.

"Hahaha, boy, give me Yue Fei's relics."

A black shadow suddenly popped out from the side of the street, and a terrifying palm that was so thin that only skin and bones remained, with a rich black poisonous aura, slammed into Jiang Yi's right hand holding the knife.

Obviously, he was going to take advantage of Jiang Yi's time to react, abolish his palm, and then take it down and force him to ask about the whereabouts of Yue Fei's relics.

"Seven evil palms, it's the old monster of Xuanyin."

Xue Zimu, who flew out upside down, recognized the identity of the old man and couldn't help frowning.

Xue Zimu was arrogant by nature, and he was extremely disgusted with outsiders interfering in his own battles.

Yu Yaxiao, who was watching the battle from a distance, was overjoyed when she heard the name of the old monster of Xuanyin.

This Xuanyin old monster is a well-known cult master. Although his cultivation is not yet at the super-first-class level, his martial arts are vicious, he is good at sneak attacks, and he acts unscrupulously. Even those who are stronger than him tend to die at his hands.

At this moment, he took advantage of Jiang Yi and Xue Zimu to make a sneak attack, and the timing was just right, Jiang Yi didn't have time to react, and he would definitely die.

Thinking that his eldest brother's revenge could be avenged, Yu Yaxiao's eyes flashed with excitement, and she stared at Jiang Yi in the field, looking forward to seeing his miserable death.

Boom!

A slap of the Seven Evil Palms hit Jiang Yi's right arm firmly, making a dull low sound.

The black robe and golden silk soft armor were instantly torn apart by the palm force, revealing Jiang Yi's pale golden arm.

The Seven Evil Palms, which were enough to destroy gold and break iron and shatter muscles and bones, struck with all their might, leaving a faint red mark on Jiang Yi's arm, but other than that, it was unscathed.

"How is that possible?"

The old monster of Xuanyin had a look of horror on his face.