Kyoto, Kenkaku.

The Sword Pavilion is a temple for Chinese sword practitioners, and it is also a place that many swordsmen dream of.

There is only one reason, there is the owner of the Sword Pavilion, Xiao Jian.

At the door of the Sword Pavilion, twenty bodyguards with swords stood straight at the door.

The cultivation of these twenty people turned out to be a staggering fourth-grade martial artist.

Using a four-rank martial artist as a doorman, even the super family of Huaxia can't do it.

You must know that the annual salary of a four-rank martial artist in any company or family is more than one million, but here, he can only become a doorman.

The Sword Pavilion is divided into several parts, and the front yard is the martial arts hall, which is the place where the Sword Pavilion teaches kendo.

The swordsmen here are all martial artists of the fifth rank and above, and then the central hall is the place to welcome guests, and the back of the central hall is the residence of the Sword Emperor.

The Sword Emperor rarely appears in front of the world, and even the Sword Pavilion is taken care of by his eight disciples.

In the depths of the Sword Pavilion, Xiao Jian was playing chess with a middle-aged man.

Xiao Jian was about thirty years old, dressed in fancy clothes, with a faint smile on his face, and across from him sat an old man.

This old man is Yang Xiao's military advisor Yang Mo.

"Mo Lao, you are really immortal. Xiao Jian smiled faintly.

"Haha, Brother Xiao Xian's chess skills are becoming more and more exquisite. Yang Mo also complimented.

"I'm curious, Yang Xiao, a waste of the Yang family, actually exchanged a top-grade exercise, is Yang Feng really so dangerous to the eldest young master, or can he threaten Young Master Yang Xiao's future position as the head of the family. Xiao Jian asked with some confusion.

"Don't hide it from Brother Xiao, although the head of the Yang family superficially demoted Yang Feng to the sea, he actually protected it, and I don't know what Yang Feng has this year, Yang Feng has the rest of the rest, he suddenly rose, and several masters sent by the eldest young master died under his hands, if he doesn't die, the eldest young master can't feel at ease. ”

"Interesting, there are only two possibilities for the sudden rise in a year, one is that he really encountered some adventures, and the other is that he has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Xiao Jian smiled faintly.

Yang Mo nodded: "No matter what kind of possibility, this Yang Feng is a very dangerous existence. ”

"Don't worry, I've already asked Song Yuanqiao to take a few disciples of the Sword Pavilion to ambush him at the door of their house, maybe after this game of chess, the news of his death will come. ”

"Haha, that's the best, no matter how powerful Yang Feng is, he is just an ant in front of Brother Xiao. ”

Xiao Jian, a peerless genius in the Chinese martial arts world, has reached the ninth grade at the age of thirty-five, and has a body of swordsmanship, known as the Sword Emperor.

Yang Mo was sure that as long as Xiao Jian made a move, it would be difficult for Yang Feng not to die.

Xiao Jian smiled faintly: "Okay, let's continue to play chess and wait for good news." ”

At this moment, at the gate of the Sword Pavilion, an off-road vehicle rushed straight to the gate of the Sword Pavilion.

The guard at the door originally thought that the other party would brake when he arrived at the door, but he didn't expect that the other party not only did not slow down, but the speed of the car became faster and faster.

"Damn, stop him. The faces of the twenty Sword Pavilion guards changed.

However, the off-road vehicle was driving too fast, and it was too late for them to stop it.

"Boom!"

In the stunned eyes of everyone, the off-road vehicle crashed directly into the gate of the Sword Pavilion.

The heavy iron gate collapsed in disbelief from countless people.

The sound was loud, like summer thunder.

"I'll rub it, this is who ate the bear's heart leopard gall and dared to hit the gate of the Sword Emperor. ”

Many people were frightened when they saw this scene.

At this time, Yang Feng appeared beside everyone with a young woman in his arms.

Yang Feng flicked the delicate face of the girl in his arms, and then his gaze looked into the depths of the Sword Pavilion gate.

Immediately, there was a strong killing intent in his eyes, and he shouted like thunder.

"Xiao Jian gave me out to die. ”

The earth-shattering voice, with a cold murderous aura, instantly resounded through this Sword Pavilion.

Suddenly, countless passers-by and martial artists inside and outside the Sword Pavilion were staring at Yang Feng with shocked expressions.

"Who is this kid, such a, he dares to shout with the Sword Emperor. ”

"I know this person, it's Yang Feng of the Yang family!"

"What? Yang Feng, isn't it the Yang family's waste?"

......

The gate of the Sword Pavilion became more and more crowded.

Everyone was a little surprised, whether Yang Feng was crazy or stupid that he dared to go wild at the door of the Sword Emperor.

Although many people have heard about Yang Feng's return to Kyoto.

But after all, Yang Feng used to face the younger generation of martial artists of the same age.

But now he is facing the Sword Emperor, who is a figure at the top of the Huaxia Martial Arts.

No matter how strong Yang Feng is, provoking Xiao Jian is simply an act of death.

However, the momentum on Yang Feng's body just now also made many people's blood boil.

They wanted to know what Yang Feng relied on to dare to challenge Xiao Jian, the sword emperor of Huaxia.

Boom!

The twenty bodyguards at the door rose to the top, and their eyes were full of cruelty and bloodlust at the moment.

At this time, Song Yu, a great disciple of the Sword Emperor, ran into the inner room in a panic.

"Master, Yang Feng killed the Eighth Brother and the Sword Pavilion disciples brought by the Eighth Brother, and now he actually killed and injured the Sword Pavilion directly. ”

"Hmm!" Xiao Jian listened to his disciple's report and raised his eyebrows.

Song Yu had a look of grief and indignation on his face: "Master, Yuanqiao's death is too miserable, you must not let go of this little brute, I will break him into thousands of pieces to avenge my brother." ”

Song Yuanqiao is Song Yu's younger brother, and the two of them worship under Xiao Jianmen together.

The relationship between the two brothers has always been good, but they didn't expect Song Yuanqiao to suddenly die in the hands of Yang Feng.

Song Yu was going crazy when he heard the news, his eyes were flashing with flames at the moment, and he was even going to rush out now to break Yang Feng's body into pieces.

Xiao Jian was holding the chess pieces in his hand, and there were not many emotional changes on his face, but at this moment, his heart was full of anger.

Yang Feng was too arrogant, not only killed his own apprentice, but also killed his own door, which was undoubtedly slapping him in the face in front of everyone.

"Master...... Please let me take someone out and kill that brute. Song Yu said coldly.

Xiao Jian spilled the chess pieces in his hand onto the chessboard and said lightly: "Mo Lao, let's play chess here first, let's take a look at the play, I want to see what Yang Feng has to do, dare to break into my sword pavilion." ”

At this time, the influence of the Sword Pavilion door had already appeared on the screen in front of Xiao Jian.

Xiao Jian, Yang Mo, and his seven personal disciples all stared at the screen tightly.

At the door of the Sword Pavilion, Yang Feng seemed to feel that someone was watching him, he raised his head and stared at the monitor: "Xiao Jian, I'm here to take your life." ”

Although Yang Feng's voice was not loud, from the shape of his mouth, everyone could see what Yang Feng was talking about?

Xiao Jian's face suddenly became a little gloomy.

In the whole of China, no one has dared to be so arrogant and ask for their own lives.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and there was endless killing intent in his eyes.