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Using a 'Senior Swordsman Qualification Card', his body is still empty and has no fighting energy, but he has the consciousness and reaction of a senior swordsman, and the performance of various sword skills is at his fingertips, without any water, which is the level of a real senior swordsman.

Although Aoman has no fighting spirit, he only has the empty frame of a high-level swordsman, and a slightly more powerful intermediate swordsman can defeat him. If you want to deal with a group of uncles and brothers who are like wolves and tigers and covet the position of city lord, I am afraid it will be even more difficult.

But Aoman had a plan.

The movement of his finger to the members of the family was not in this world, but everyone could see that it was provocative, and they were furious one by one.

Rumble!

Filit was the first to stand up, and a blazing white frost fighting qi flame burned on his body - this is the level of an intermediate swordsman's fighting qi is released.

The other uncles also stood up one after another, and all kinds of fighting qi enveloped their bodies, all of them were masters of the intermediate swordsman level.

The three brothers of Éoman were not to be outdone, and a thin layer of fighting spirit burned on their bodies, although they could only barely leave their bodies, they were all young men close to the intermediate swordsman level.

A group of people all looked unkind, in their eyes, Aoman has always been a waste image, not cultivating fighting spirit, but now arrogantly provoking them, isn't this not ignorant of life and death?

Aoman laughed and looked at everyone's eyes, awe-inspiring! There was even a little bit of vague arrogance.

He added another fire and said proudly: "Uncles and brothers, you all want to become the lord of the new city, if you challenge me one by one, it will be too troublesome." Let's go up together. ”

"Aoman!" Philit couldn't bear it at first, looking at the entire Wind and Snow City, he could be a strong man who had already stepped into the realm of a high-level swordsman under the late old city lord of the city, and now that the old city lord is deceased, he has firmly ranked as the strongest swordsman in Wind and Snow City, and he has never put anyone in his eyes, where has he been so provoked by a junior, not to mention a well-known waste material who does not learn and has no skills, I saw that the cold light flashed in his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, an ice flame fighting qi broke out of his body, with a fierce momentum, cutting the air, and making a sharp whistling sound.

This ice flame fighting qi of his volley turned into an ice blade and slashed at Aoman's right arm, which was actually showing mercy - the members of the Wind and Snow City family can duel for the position of city lord, but they can't kill the family members, this is the iron law of the ancestors!

Aoman was startled, screamed loudly, and hurriedly dodged to dodge.

His spiritual consciousness was completely at the level of a high-level swordsman, and although Philit's Ice Flame Fighting Qi was fierce, in Aoman's eyes, it was not much faster than a turtle crawling, and he was about to dodge and avoid it.

But then Ah Ooman secretly complained, his consciousness reacted quickly, but his body movements could not keep up with the reaction, and he moved slowly.

Rumble!

Fortunately, Philit didn't make a ruthless move, and the ice flame fighting qi slashed at Aoman's arm, he still barely dodged, and heard the ice blade behind him hit the ground, exploding violently, and the sound of ice filling all directions made him break out in a cold sweat.

"Well, what's going on?"

"Felit's Ice Flame Fighting Qi is half the speed of sound, and it is incredibly fast, and it was actually dodged by Aoman!"

"It's not that Felit's subordinates are merciful, otherwise how could this Aoman, who doesn't cultivate fighting spirit, dodge the ......?"

A group of family members looked surprised and began to discuss.

Filit himself was also stunned, as a member of the Fengxue family, he was proud of his family, and he didn't like Aeoman as a noble evil boy, although he couldn't kill him, but he wanted to teach him a lesson, maybe this second ancestor would repent, change his ways, and no longer discredit the family.

Unexpectedly, Aoman easily dodged his ice blade.

Everyone didn't notice that Aoman's heart was beating so hard at the moment, and he was secretly shouting that he was glad that fortunately, the powerful senior swordsman's reaction consciousness saved him, otherwise he would have to cut off an arm.

On the surface, Aoman had a breezy face, with a relaxed faint smile, as if avoiding Filit's Ice Flame Fighting Qi was just a trivial matter.

For a moment, many family members looked at Aeoman with a hint of respect - it seems that this evil young man still has some ability, and he is not blindly unenterprising.

Filit also had a little more respect for Aeoman and said, "Boy, you are very good, you can dodge your uncle's sword, but I will not show mercy in the future." "Whether it is for his own dignity or to seize the throne of the lord, Philit has to go all out and show all his strength.

He was just about to make a move, but Aeoman said, "Wait!"

Looking at the puzzled eyes of all the family members, Aoman smiled and said, "I said it, please ask all your uncles and brothers to take a duel together! ”

"Hubrious!" Fillet was furious, and the slightest affection she had just had for Ioman vanished, feeling that this nephew was too inconsiderate of others.

Even the other family members also showed dissatisfied expressions.

Aoman shook his head and said, "Everyone, please listen to me, what if our members of the Fengxue family are injured in a duel in order to compete for the position of city lord, or even someone dies? In my opinion, how about we not use fighting spirit, but purely based on sword skill cultivation?"

This was Aoman's plan.

At this moment, he is unfathomable in the eyes of others, but he knows that although he has the consciousness reaction of a high-level swordsman, there is no trace of fighting spirit in his body, if he really fights, let alone the uncles who have generally reached the level of intermediate swordsmen, that is, the three brothers who are close to the level of intermediate swordsmen, can solve Aoman.

As soon as they heard Aoman's proposal, many family members nodded their heads, and they all felt that it was reasonable, and it was really difficult to hurt their own people.

The uncles' eyes lit up, thinking that the Aoman kid was too stupid, they had lived for decades, practiced swordsmanship for decades, Aoman was less than twenty years old, and he began to practice swordsmanship at birth, how could he be more experienced than them?

What's more, everyone knows that Boy Eoman is an aristocratic evil boy who rarely has time to practice swordsmanship, even if he practices secretly, how effective can he be?

At the moment, the family members agreed.

Aeoman smiled slightly, suddenly pulled out the sword at his waist with his backhand, snorted coldly, and stabbed at Philit: "Look at the sword!"

The Fengxue family guards the bitter cold land of the frontier, fighting with the orcs over the years, and the swords of the family members are all heavy swords, which can easily cut the bones of the orcs, rather than the flashy and flashy inner aristocratic swords.

Aoman unleashed his sword, and suddenly the sword light burst out.

Filit was shocked in her heart, feeling that all her retreats were blocked by Aeman, and her palm was originally pressed to her waist, ready to make a sword drawing action, but she felt a tingling pain in the palm of her sword, and she couldn't even pull out her sword for a while.

Swish!

Aeoman stabbed out with a sword, approaching Philit's Adam's apple, but it didn't hurt the uncle, and he stopped steadily, and with a twist of the sword, he stabbed at another uncle.

After a short period of shock, many family members came to their senses, roared, and drew their swords violently.

At this time, Aoman was like a swimming fish, moving quickly, although the sluggish body was difficult to cooperate with the reaction of consciousness, but under the precise consciousness manipulation of the senior swordsman, Aoman still accurately sent the tip of the sword to the throat, heart, eyebrows and other vital positions of the family members.