The three old men hugged Jiang Yi in an instant.

Ye Junlin looked at the four people who were quite embarrassed, without any expression on his face.

Ye Junlin originally thought that after his 'nonsense', either no one would chase him, or more than twenty horsemen and horses would come out.

never expected that such a lineup would be chasing.

The murderous aura surged out of his eyes and spread little by little.

"Cheap dog! Take your life!" Jiang Yi saw Ye Junlin, like a wild dog on the loose, and the 'Bronze Flowing Water Sword' in his hand surged with a rich Xuan Qi.

"Five Halls of Swordsmanship!"

Jiang Yi's sword swinged, and the monstrous Xuan Qi roared towards Ye Junlin.

"Humph!"

Ye Junlin snorted coldly, and the bronze broad-bladed sword in his hand, with a slight wave, slashed the Xuan Qi that Jiang Yi shot out into the sky.

"What?" Jiang Yi let out an exclamation on his lips, but his heart was overturned.

"Who is this kid who can break my sword moves so easily?" Jiang Yi thought secretly.

"It's a pity to put the Xuanji of the Yellow Rank in your hands. Ye Junlin muttered.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Yi suddenly became even more angry when he heard Ye Junlin's slightly mocking words.

The nephew of the owner of the dignified 'Sword Casting Villa', the 'Pride of Heaven' of the Chixiao Mortal Domain, was only seventeen years old, and he broke through the mystery, and also mastered the mystical technique of the 'Yellow Rank Middle Grade'.

Everything that Jiang Yi was most proud of became worthless in a young man's mouth, which was difficult for him to accept.

However, anger is anger, and Jiang Yi is not angry to the point of losing his mind.

Jiang Yi knew that he was not Ye Junlin's opponent, so he gritted his teeth fiercely and instructed the three old men beside him: "Three are elders." Please help me take down this boy who doesn't know the height of the sky, I will take him back to the Sword Forge Villa, and let him live better than die. ”

Jiang Yi said, his eyes flashed with a heavy fierceness.

"Yes, Childe. ”

After listening to this, the three old men each held their weapons in their hands, and the shot was a powerful mystical skill.

"Long Row Knife Technique!"

"Heavenly Xuan Palm!"

"White Ape Sword Technique!"

The three strands of red, black, and white Xuan Qi were like three giant dragons, with bloody mouths, and pounced straight towards Ye Junlin.

"Humph!"

Ye Junlin snorted coldly again, and there was a trace of contempt in his eyes.

"What about the dragon, I am the 'Dragon Slayer Warrior'!" Ye Junlin shouted, and the bronze broad-bladed sword in his hand suddenly struck.

"Jian Yi, Breaking the Wind!"

The Breaking Wind Style is like a white Lang, carrying the colorful Xuan Qi and endless sword intent, surging over.

When you meet the mountain, you open the mountain, and when you meet the river, you break the river.

The sharpness of the wind-breaking style made the three high-level mysteries who had been famous for a long time couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

The dragons of all colors encountered the white lang, like a small snake hitting a sharp blade, and was cut into two pieces in an instant. The Wind Breaker continued to push forward, slashing straight towards the bodies of the three old men.

"Hugh is rampant. ”

The purple-clothed old man swung a few swords in a row, and the white Xuan Qi was thrown out in large quantities, and finally barely resisted Ye Junlin's attack.

"But that's it. Ye Junlin said coldly.

"How dare you laugh at the old man!

The black-clothed old man suddenly let out a rage, and on the palm of his hand, the Xuan Qi surged.

"Tianxuan Serial Palm!"

The old man in black waved his palms continuously, and a huge black palm print suddenly appeared in front of him, judging from the fluctuation of the Xuan Qi, the old man had already used the most powerful Xuan Technique.

"Go!"

The old man in black suddenly pushed out his palms, and four huge black palm prints slapped straight towards Ye Junlin.

"Broken!"

Ye Junlin's bronze broad-bladed sword slammed out and stabbed straight towards the black palm print.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The greatsword passed through the palm print, and was rubbed into bursts of sparks. The originally hard sword body actually produced small cracks at this moment, and these cracks actually had a tendency to expand.

However, fortunately, Ye Junlin's sword qi was quite strong, and I saw that the four black palm prints, after being pierced by Ye Junlin, scattered like broken glass.

Ye Junlin disposed of the four palm prints, and his face became arrogant again.

The old man in black was both annoyed and shocked when he saw that his strongest attack had been cracked: it was really surprising that a teenager could have such a strong combat power!

"Let's get on it!"

Seeing the situation, the old man in purple saw a trace of anxiety between his brows. I don't care about the rules of one-on-one fair fighting, right now, as long as I can take down this demonic boy, I can do anything.

Black iron swords, red long knives, black palm prints, and triple attacks rushed towards Ye Junlin like a storm.

"The people of Sword Forge Villa are really so despicable!"

Ye Junlin was furious, and the sword qi in his hand also surged.

The sword is like a wind, like a thunderbolt.

Constantly nimbly and skillfully shuttling between the attacks of the three old men.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Xuan Qi dances like the wind, and the moves are as powerful as thunder.

In the midst of the lightning, the four of them unleashed more than 100 attacks one after another.

In this chaotic battle circle, the four of them fought inextricably, and no one took advantage of it, and no one suffered a loss.

Ye Junlin was resisting the attacks of the three old men, and he thought about it in his heart: "Originally, I thought that with the Wind Breaking Style, even if I couldn't kill them in seconds, at least I could kill one or two people after more than a hundred moves, right?"

The three old men also became more and more frightened: their Xuan Qi, after using a few moves of the 'Yellow Rank Middle Grade' Xuan Technique one after another, there was not much left, and the young man in front of him used a few sharp sword moves one after another, but the Xuan Qi was as full as ever.

"This kid must have cultivated some extremely high-level 'cultivation mystical technique'. The old man in purple secretly calculated.

"Boom!"

The four of them bombarded each other again, and a huge explosion dispersed, and the four people who were originally glued together were separated in an instant.

The three old men were already out of breath, and they all stuffed a few 'rejuvenation' pills into their mouths.

But Ye Junlin still looked at the three of them arrogantly as if he was fine.

"Die!"

At this moment, Jiang Yi, who had been watching the battle for a long time, suddenly broke out.

Ye Junlin's 'demon' made him extremely unbalanced psychologically, he has always been narrow-minded, and he will never allow such a person to exist in the world who is better than him.

I saw two more round balls in Jiang Yi's hands, these two balls were as crystal clear as pearls on the outside, but there was a violent energy swimming inside.

"Die!"

Jiang Yi was furious again, and the two small balls were thrown towards Ye Junlin suddenly.

"Is this the 'Heavenly Thunder Son'?" said the old man in purple in surprise.

When Ye Junlin heard this, his face quietly changed. Although he didn't know what the 'Heavenly Thunder Son' was, he knew that what could shock a high-level mystic who had been famous for many years was definitely not an ordinary thing.

Thinking of this, Ye Junlin suddenly jumped back.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The two small balls hit the ground, and a huge explosion occurred in an instant. On the originally flat ground, two large craters with a depth of several meters were blown out.

And although Ye Junlin had already retreated dozens of steps away, he was still shaken by the huge shock wave generated by the explosion, and his blood was churning. The 'bronze broadsword' in his hand could no longer withstand the impact and shattered into pieces of scrap metal.

Ye Junlin was secretly shocked: If this 'Heavenly Thunder' hit him directly, he would probably blow him to pieces.

Jiang Yi saw that the 'Heavenly Thunder Son' did not cause the slightest harm to Ye Junlin, and he was furious again, and two crystal clear balls appeared in his hands.

"Not good!" Ye Junlin secretly screamed, he didn't care about hunting someone anymore, he threw away the broken sword, and fled towards the 'Valley of Lost Souls' with the White Wolf King

"There's a kind of you don't run!" Jiang Yi's loud scolding came from behind him.

"It's a fool not to run!"

Ye Junlin dropped a word, and then ran faster