Chapter 109: He San's hand
While!
The weapons of the two sides touched, and after receiving the power of the other party, Yan Qingcheng bounced into the air again, stepped on the beam with one foot, and Yan Qingcheng bent his legs and catapulted downward.
Ding!
The crisp sound of weapons intersecting sounded again in the gambling house.
Although Yan Qingcheng is very strong, the strength of the six people who made a move to stop Yan Qingcheng is not weak, and their cultivation is all in the late stage of the True Yuan Realm.
As soon as he fought, Yan Qingcheng felt the pressure of the mountain, he couldn't have imagined that there were so many masters hidden in this gambling house.
He has been outside for nearly an hour, and he has not found any masters entering the gambling house, could it be that these people are all invited by the gambling house?
didn't have time to think about it, Yan Qingcheng once again transported the Taiyi sword technique, and the sword move was used, Yan Qingcheng replaced the defense with attack, and suddenly recovered a trace of decline.
Looking at Yan Qingcheng in battle, the masked leader said, "Tsing Yi swordsman, he has become stronger again. β
In the last encounter, although the swordsman in Tsing Yi was one against seven, except for him, the rest of his cultivation was only in the middle of the True Yuan Realm, and three of them had just broken through to the middle of the True Yuan Realm.
Therefore, at that time, he was the only one who could really pose a threat to the Tsing Yi swordsman.
However, today, the Tsing Yi swordsman was able to draw with the six masters of the late stage of the True Yuan Realm, and this Tsing Yi swordsman is still the one who attacked.
He San looked at the masked leader and frowned: "Jiang You, what's going on, didn't you say that he was dead?"
There was a hint of anger between He San's words, more than ten days ago, after the heavy rain that night, Jiang You swore in front of him that the swordsman in Tsing Yi was dead.
Now, the swordsman in Tsing Yi has reappeared, bad for his good deeds, and also announced his identity, so that he is not angry.
"I ......"
Jiang You's words were stagnant, and he didn't know what to say, but whether it was a broken soul or a long sword piercing his chest, the swordsman in Tsing Yi would definitely die.
However, these two Tsing Yi swordsmen took possession, and instead appeared in front of him alive.
What can you say about him, he used all the secret techniques to improve his combat power, but as a result, not only did the other party not die, but his cultivation became more sophisticated.
If you want to say depressed, who can have him depressed.
He San looked at Jiang You and said coldly, "You shouldn't lie about the results of the battle." β
"I'll take him down with my own hands!"
Jiang You didn't defend it, because he knew that the swordsman in Tsing Yi was alive, no matter what he said, it was redundant, and no one wanted to believe it.
He drew his long knife and swept away, attacking the swordsman in Tsing Yi, at this moment, only action is the most convincing.
Sonor!
Jiang You made a move, Yan Qingcheng felt a lot of pressure, and put down Jiang You's blow, Yan Qingcheng only felt that his whole arm was trembling, and the strength of the other party was beyond his imagination.
Reckless again!
He thought that there was only He Sanyi, who could know that this special thing was actually an evil nest, and there were many masters.
While!
Dealing with seven people, Yan Qingcheng gradually became overwhelmed.
"Swordsman in Tsing Yi, die!"
Jiang You shouted, and the long knife slashed towards Yan Qingcheng, who hurriedly blocked the front with the long sword.
Sonor!
The swords collided, and Yan Qingcheng flew out upside down in response.
Step!
After taking a few steps backwards, Yan Qingcheng stabilized his body, and he exclaimed, "It's you!"
The other party's moves are very familiar, like the masked leader who intercepted and killed him in Laoqiaopo that day, and the person in front of him is the same as the person on that day.
Seeing it by the swordsman in Tsing Yi, Jiang You didn't feel strange at all, and said: "Swordsman in Tsing Yi, I didn't expect your life to be so big, and you can still survive if you are killed by Soul Breaking." β
Under the dispersion of the soul, if there is no antidote, it will become a corpse, there has always been no exception, even if it is a master of the Daoji Realm, without the antidote, he will die of hatred, but there was an accident on the swordsman in Tsing Yi.
But it doesn't matter, today is the death date of the swordsman in Tsing Yi!
Yan Qingcheng said in a deep voice: "There are many things you can't think of. β
While talking, he was not idle, secretly running the "Little Creation Divine Technique" to recover himself, his consumption was too great, and by talking time, he could recover a little bit is a little.
"Want to recover?"
Jiang You's face showed a hint of sarcasm, "Swordsman in Tsing Yi, you are too naΓ―ve.
Do you think that if I stop to talk to you, I won't know that you will take the opportunity to recover?"
Ha ha!
Jiang You laughed and said, "Swordsman in Tsing Yi, you are already a caged bird. β
Taking advantage of this opportunity to talk to the swordsman in Tsing Yi, he hinted that the door of the gambling house was closed, and there was a master handle outside, even if the swordsman in Tsing Yi had the ability to reach the sky, he would not want to escape from the gambling house.
Well?
Yan Qingcheng's face changed slightly, the door was closed, and it was even more difficult to escape, just now he was only taking the opportunity to recover the true yuan, but he didn't expect that so many people on the other side would still engage in such a small action when they had the advantage.
It seems that the other party really doesn't want him to leave this gambling house.
"Jiang You, don't talk nonsense with him. β
At this moment, He San's dissatisfied voice came, Jiang You's face changed, and he shouted at the other people besieging the Tsing Yi swordsman: "Go up together and kill him!"
"Kill!"
Yan Qingcheng and the seven people were killed again, Yan Qingcheng didn't recover much after all, and he only fought five or six moves, and he was already defeated.
"He San. β
At this moment, Zeng Jie, who was standing at the end of the crowd, called out "He San".
He San looked back, his eyes looked at each other, and there was a brief exchange of eyes, He San suddenly understood, nodded, and ran Xuangong.
"Shake the Mountain!"
He San let out a low snort, and a palm gang struck at the Tsing Yi swordsman with lightning speed.
What the!
A palm gang suddenly came, and Yan Qingcheng was shocked.
Slash the moon with a sword!
Yan Qingcheng hurriedly used the ninth form of the Taiyi Sword Technique, although the sword slashing the moon was not the strongest style, it was the easiest way to gather strength.
Boom!
He San's mountain-shaking palm roared, and although Yan Qingcheng slashed a lot of palms with a sword that slashed the moon, he was still hit by most of the palm power.
Slammed on the sturdy gate, Yan Qingcheng's eyes showed a hint of horror, "Daoji!"
He San turned out to be a Dao Ji Realm martial artist, Yan Qingcheng had followed He San several times, he always thought that He San's strength was not strong, but he didn't expect that this person was so deeply hidden, he turned out to be a Dao Ji Realm martial artist.
No wonder, no wonder he was discovered when he followed He San, it turned out that He San's cultivation had reached such a point.
One palm, just one palm, he beat himself to a serious injury, and he wanted to kill him!
Just when Yan Qingcheng lost his mind, He San's cold and ruthless voice came: "Take him down!"
Brush!
He San's words fell, Jiang You jumped towards Yan Qingcheng and grabbed Yan Qingcheng with one hand.
Worst!
Yan Qingcheng secretly screamed, at this moment he was seriously injured, his body was not running smoothly, and he finally mentioned a little true yuan, but it was not enough to support a sword move.
Could it be that you can't be captured alive by this evil martial artist today?