"Young Master, be careful!"

Seeing that Xiao Yao was shrouded in countless cold lights, Yu'er's face couldn't help but change greatly, the little heart wrapped in the chest cavity was raised to her throat in an instant, her nervous delicate body trembled, her fists were clenched, and her palms were full of cold sweat.

But at this time, Xiao Yao didn't hear Yu'er's scream full of worry at all, his pupils suddenly contracted into pinholes, and a trace of flame danced inside, staring at one of the cold lights in the sky without blinking.

As for what he was doing, he couldn't tell, in short, the moment the cold light flashed, his eyes involuntarily stared there. Intuition also told Xiao Yao that the cold light was the real sword, and the others were all illusory shadows.

"It's crazy. ”

Seeing Xiao Yao standing there motionless, the anger on Leng Chen's face was a little more, his wrist flicked, and the cold light sword rolled up countless cold lights, and within two meters around Xiao Yao, they were all shrouded in this sword qi. No matter which direction you dodge, you can't seem to dodge.

But Xiao Yao, who was surrounded by the cold light, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled confidently, and then, his right arm holding the knife suddenly reached out and met the cold light he had been staring at.

"Ding!"

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the knife in Xiao Yao's hand met the sword blade in Leng Chen's hand impartially.

In an instant, the sword qi in the sky disappeared without a trace, and Leng Chen's body fell to the ground after drawing a semicircle in the air, and the cold light sword in his hand was still horizontal in front of his chest.

At this time, the anger on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a solemn face. Although it was just a face, Leng Chen had to admit that Xiao Yao in front of him did have arrogant capital, and he must not take it lightly.

Xiao Yao's knife was also in his hand, but the blade was broken by the cold light sword, his face did not change and stared at Leng Chen, and he asked meaningfully, "Why did you slip away?"

"You're strong!"

Leng Chen also stared at him with an unchanged face, and said in an affirmative tone, "If you don't slip away, I'm afraid you'll see blood." ”

Years of experience hovering between life and death made him keenly capture a trace of danger at the moment he broke Xiao Yao's blade, so he gave up the opportunity to attack a second time in the light of lightning and flint, and chose the safest way to retreat.

"I'm strong?"

Hearing Leng Chen's approval, the corners of Xiao Yao's mouth suddenly raised a self-deprecating arc, although the other party was unintentional, but when these words fell into his ears, it was like knocking over the five-flavor bottle, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

But the next moment, he returned to normal, his face turned pale, and he shouted in a deep voice: "It's my turn!"

"Please!"

Leng Chen flicked his wrist, and after holding up countless sword flowers, he was ready to defend. Now he doesn't dare to underestimate the inconspicuous knife in Xiao Yao's hand anymore.

"Whew!"

Xiao Yao did not hesitate, raised his right arm, and under the illumination of the moonlight, the knife in his hand was as bright as a meteor, piercing the night sky, whistling, as fast as lightning.

"So fast?"

Leng Chen's expression changed slightly, but then he shouted "Good coming", he had already done a good job of defense, and with a wave of the cold light sword, he easily blocked the flying knife that arrived in the blink of an eye.

With a "ding", sparks flew everywhere, and the flying knife was shattered.

However, just when the flying knife and cold light sword were still in mid-air, Xiao Yao was like a high-speed train running at full speed, roaring, mixed with the indomitable impact, and his right fist smashed into Leng Chen's chest like a cannonball.

"Huh?"

Although Leng Chen was surprised by Xiao Yao's speed, Leng Chen, who was experienced in combat, was not panicked, tiptoe to the ground, and the whole person rose into the air again.

"It's cold!"

Leng Chen in mid-air let out a low shout, the sword in his hand was immediately cold, the majestic sword qi was swung out of the sword, and every inch of space between heaven and earth seemed to be filled with a cold and cold atmosphere, thousands of sword shadows were like stars shattering and the moon breaking, spilling out countless sword rays, carrying awe-inspiring killing intent, gathering from all directions in the west, the cold light flashed, the trees flew sideways, and even the ground was drawn out of deep sword marks.

"What a great swordsmanship!"

Seeing this scene, Xiao Qingfeng couldn't help blurting out, his sharp eyes staring at Xiao Yao who was at the center of the storm, his face was slightly solemn.

"Kid, can you catch this?"

Although Xiao Yao has a good talent and is also very hardworking, he has not experienced hardships, it can be said that he grew up in a greenhouse, whether he can resist the killing move of Leng Chen, who has been wandering between life and death all year round, Xiao Qingfeng has no bottom in his heart.

Knowing that Lu Dao Leng Chen would not be able to go into the water to kill him, Xiao Qingfeng was still secretly ready to respond, once he found that Xiao Yao couldn't resist it, he would not hesitate to come to the rescue.

"Good time!"

In the face of Leng Chen's fierce killing move, Xiao Yao laughed, and the awe-inspiring battle intent buried deep in his bones was completely stimulated, he admired an opponent like Leng Chen, and liked this kind of battle!

Xiao Yao, who came galloping, squirmed all over his body, and the strength was transmitted to his feet in an instant, and he slammed on the ground, like a bird resting on the ground, "whoosh" and flew up, instantly breaking away from the shroud of the sword in the sky.

When he jumped up to about two meters above Leng Chen's head, he suddenly twisted his waist and fell down with his big head down, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Leng Chen.

At the same time, Xiao Yao's left fist and right fist staggered back and forth, one punch after another, as fast as a meteor, slammed into Leng Chen's back, and forcefully gave Leng Chen down in mid-air.

The speed of the fist is so fast that people's eyes can't catch it, but they can vaguely see a series of fist shadows.

"What kind of kung fu is this, how could Xiao Yao jump so high, how could his speed suddenly speed up many times?"

Xiao Qingwu's face was shocked and shocked, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe it was true. How is it possible for a person to be able to jump five or six meters high with the strength of his body?

Not only him, but even Xiao Qingfeng's face changed greatly, his brows were slightly furrowed, his pupils shrank sharply, staring at Xiao Yao in mid-air, and an inaudible murmur slowly floated out of his mouth:

"How is this possible?"

When the two brothers were surprised by Xiao Yao's performance, Leng Chen had already fallen to the ground. As soon as he landed, he suddenly jumped out of the jaw six or seven meters away, "Poof!" A mouthful of blood couldn't help but spit out.

"How could he have such a strong physical strength? Could it be that he is already a high-level martial artist?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Leng Chen subconsciously put his hand on his back and rubbed it gently. Although he didn't break his muscles and bones, the hot pain on the surface of his skin made him extremely uncomfortable.

"This guy's body is a little scary!"

After landing on the ground, Xiao Yao was secretly surprised in his heart, although he was very happy just now, but when he hit Leng Chen's body, it was as if it was smashed on the steel wrapped in cotton, and there was a little pain on the surface of his fist.

"You're really strong!"

Leng Chen turned around, put away his long sword, and challenged Xiao Yao again: "Find a place tomorrow, let's have a real battle?"

It seems that this guy is really a battle maniac, and when he encounters an opponent of equal weight, he has itchy hands.

However, after listening to Leng Chen's words, Xiao Yao's face suddenly darkened, and he understood that the real battle was for both sides to let go of their hands and feet and use their aura to have a hearty battle.

If it had been before, he would have agreed without hesitation, but now......

"Dad, sixth uncle, I'll go back to rest. ”

Politely said hello, Xiao Yao turned around and left, Leng Chen's words pricked his sensitive nerves and made him feel very uncomfortable.

"What, look down on me?"

Seeing that Xiao Yao indirectly rejected the challenge he initiated, Leng Chen frowned, and jumped in front of Xiao Yao, the aura in his body turned, and a wisp of orange light flashed on his fist, looking at the color, it seemed to be an intermediate martial artist.

Xuanling Continent, generally speaking, the realm of one star to three stars is called a low-level martial artist, four to six stars are intermediate martial artists, and seven to nine stars are high-level martial artists.

Looking at the not thick and not faint orange, Xiao Yao was shocked, he was able to reach the realm of an intermediate martial artist at the age of eighteen, if he didn't have any adventures, he was a person with supreme talent. Walking on the street, it will definitely become the object of the major forces.

"You're amazing, better than me!"

Xiao Yao praised from the bottom of his heart, he had been staying in Yewu City, he always thought that he was extremely talented, and from time to time he was complacent about reaching a seven-star warrior at this age, and even a little carried away.

But after seeing Leng Chen, he realized that he was the frog sitting at the bottom of the well looking at the sky, and there were countless talented teenagers on the mainland, compared to them, his achievements were simply scum, and he couldn't do it at all.

Even if he still has half a year to eighteen years old, even if his cultivation is still there, he is not completely sure that he will improve his strength to the realm of a nine-star warrior within half a year, let alone reach the realm of an intermediate martial artist like Leng Chen.

However, Xiao Yao's words made Leng Chen frown, and undisguised anger appeared on his cold face, and he said coldly:

"Are you humiliating me? stronger than you, I was so damn that I vomited blood when I was beaten by you just now?

"Hey!"

Without waiting for Xiao Yao to speak, Yu'er, who had already seen Leng Chen's displeasure, walked over with an angry face, and scolded directly:

"Bastard, how can you speak? Our young master was assassinated by someone, and his cultivation was lost, how can you let him compare with you? What kind of man are you taking advantage of people's danger?"

"Forget it, he doesn't know what to do?"

Xiao Yao grabbed Yu'er, who stepped forward to give Leng Chen a punch, smiled bitterly, and then, turned around in silence and walked slowly towards his room.

"Young Master!"

Looking at Xiao Yao's broad but seemingly isolated lonely back, Yu'er's big eyes flashed a little crystalline, and she bit her lower lip until her back disappeared, she clenched her right fist, and as soon as she turned around, she gave Leng Chen, who had an extremely ugly face, a punch.

There is a thick red glow on the fist, and if you look closely, you will find that there is a very faint orange on the edge of the red glow......