"Sister!"

The woman on the right was furious, screamed, and rushed straight at Song Yi, Song Yi gave her a chance, the sword blade was like lightning, and a stream of green and dignified true qi broke through the air with the sword!

"Song ...... Song Shaoxia, keep people under the sword!"

Seeing that Song Yi seemed to have moved his real character, Gao's father was so anxious that he even changed his title, and he didn't care about his own safety, so he rushed to the martial arts arena with his legs, shouting as he ran: "Learn, learn, don't hurt people's lives!"

"I didn't hurt their lives, don't worry, I haven't even killed a chicken in my life, how can I kill someone?"

Song Yi smiled at him, put away his sword, glanced at the woman lying on the ground, covering her shoulder with a bloody hole on her shoulder, and looked in pain, and then at the woman who was squatting on the ground, her face was pale, and she hurriedly tore her clothes to stop the bleeding, and finally looked at the Wang family standing there.

At this moment, the Wang family watched and watched the two of them knock themselves down, wounded and bleeding, but none of them came up to help, or Gao Cheng reacted quickly, rolled up his sleeves, and ordered the servants to bring the medicine box over, and he went to stop the bleeding and bandage the wounds of the two girls.

Shaking his head, Song Yi whispered to Gao's father: "You are outside the field, you may not be able to see it really, but I am clear in the field." These people in the Wang family are not good, they will kill people when they shoot, and they are just about to lose a little blood, so that they are unable to fight again, and it is me who is lying on the ground at this moment. And once I fall to the ground, I will never wait for you to come to the rescue. ”

"What?" Gao's father was stunned, and his face turned pale: "Yes...... Is it that serious?"

"Absolutely. Song Yi stared at the pile of people in the Wang family, found the scimitar man who had been standing still from the back of the crowd, and said in a deep voice: "Their family's real helper has not yet been played, and my competition has not officially started." ”

Smack, smack.

A few shriveled applause rang out, stirring up echoes in the empty martial arts arena, Wang Fupi didn't smile, and dragged out his voice and said: "Sure enough, the young talent, the cultivation is profound, the senior brother is good, and the junior brother is not bad." These two female slaves in my family are not qualified to let the little brother use his real skills, I wonder if the little brother should take a break, or should we continue?"

"Also...... Do you want to continue?"

Hearing this, the woman in green came up boldly, intending to persuade peace: "I think, it's good to learn from each other, this young man has extraordinary kung fu, and the gentleman's family is also full of talents, just now the two girls have been injured, and the old man Gao's bones are not cold, so don't use a knife or a gun here......"

"Tsk, a woman's opinion, a woman's opinion. Wang Fu glanced at her with disdain and sneered: "If it ends here, who should the Duluo pot belong to?"

There was a commotion among the surrounding crowds, whispering incessantly, as if they heard someone say that treasures are not important, and that it is not cost-effective to hurt people for treasures;

"Cut, then fight, I'm afraid you won't make it?!"

With a shout, the black-clothed young man strode up, glared at Wang Fu a few times, and said to Song Yi: "This senior brother's surname is Song, right, the Yuequan Sect is a famous family within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the disciple's kung fu must not be bad." If the Gao family has the heart to give up, there is no need to set limits for this competition, if you don't want to lose the ancestral heirlooms, you still have to be tough when you should be tough, senior brother, don't you say?"

"Yes. Song Yi smiled slightly, and said to the young man in black and the woman in green: "Then please stand back for the time being and give up the venue, so that I can continue to fight." ”

"Hehe, did you mean to continue?" Wang Fu smiled dryly, with a smug look in his eyebrows.

"Yes, go on, please the next one, I think, he should be the next one. ”

Raising his left hand, Song Yi pointed impartially at the scimitar man in the crowd.

“...... You don't regret it. ”

Wang Fu whispered a word and retreated to the front of the crowd, and the scimitar man suddenly stepped out of the queue and walked to the center of the martial arts arena step by step.

The sun had gradually disappeared into the clouds, and only half of the bright white light was left struggling, and the black clouds in the west came rushing over, covering most of the sky, and the wind became cooler and stronger, blowing on everyone's clothes.

Song Yi looked at the scimitar man, and the familiar discomfort floated in his heart again, this person had an aura that he couldn't speak, a little familiar, a little unfamiliar, and a strong sense of discomfort, such as ......

Song Yi noticed that he was also looking at himself, and his cold eyes made people very uncomfortable, as if he was not staring at a living person, but a piece of good meat on the chopping board.

Thinking of the scene Gao Yulan saw back then, Song Yi's heart jumped.

At this time, a strange smile was torn off the expressionless face of the scimitar man, and he said, "The kid of the Moon Spring Sect?"

"Yes, I am a disciple of the Yuequan Sect, I don't know what sect Your Excellency is teaching from?"

"What ...... me," the big man laughed, his voice was very ugly, as if the bellows was agitating.

He slowly raised a hand, pointed to the southwest, and said, "My master is over there, but you will never know its name." ”

Why, is it the sect of the hermit?

Song Yi has heard that there are some hidden masters in this world, because of their low-key and withdrawn temperament, they don't like to start a sect and recruit disciples, but hide and practice by themselves, and they don't cause trouble, and there are often only a few disciples around them. Therefore, their reputation is not obvious, and only those who have more contact with them know what path they are, and how much they cultivate.

Song Yi looked at the place he pointed, but there was nothing but the clouds stacked in the high sky, the stacked buildings of Gaojiabao, and the outline of the faint green mountains in the distance.

Retracting his gaze, Song Yi raised his sword and said to him, "Let's start." ”

"Good!"

With a loud shout, the big man had already put the scimitar in his palm, and his body shook, as if from a silent iron tower, instantly turned into a living person, and the stiff and rigid feeling was shattered in an instant, and his posture was vigorous.

Song Yi attacked first, condensed the true qi into the blade of the sword, shook his body, and was in front of the big man, raising his hand is a sword, the big man will be a scimitar horizontally, blocking Song Yi's offensive, followed by a backhand blow, only to hear the sonorous sound, Song Yi has retreated to the same place.

One attack and one defense, all happened in an instant, and outsiders only felt that there was a moment of shadow in front of them, and the two had tried each other's methods.

This man is really capable......

Song Yi secretly thought that he didn't plan to fight him hand-to-hand. I remember that the original "Song Yi" mentioned to him, according to the little senior brother, the more profound the cultivation of the master, the less you will compare weapons or fists and feet with one move, you go back and forth, and do that pointless close fight, they either drive the true qi, or use treasures, or launch a magic circle, lead the torrent of heaven and earth, thunder and snow, and turn the other party into powder with the momentum of ten thousand jun!

After a little concentration, Song Yi took two steps back, threw the sword into the air, and the dense true qi had already attached to it, followed by the light of his arm, and the sword blade flew towards the big man with a buzz, causing a burst of exclamation from the sidelines.

Seeing him like this, the big man also sacrificed his scimitar, and the two blades collided in the air, followed by a few moves, and still did not distinguish between victory and defeat.

Song Yi felt a little bottom in his heart, and was about to continue the attack, when he suddenly saw the big man jump up, grab the scimitar in his hand, and with a loud shout, the scimitar smashed to the ground!

Bang!

There was a muffled sound, it seemed that it was not a scimitar, but an extremely heavy giant hammer, I saw that the ground smashed a hole for him, the rocks shattered, and it hit the human face, Song Yi's sleeves shone brightly, and the smoke and dust were scattered, and the big man had stepped forward to attack!

When!

The swords struck, Song Yi suddenly felt that something was wrong, how could his strength suddenly become bigger! Before he had time to think about it, the big man retreated again, raised the sky and shouted, only to see a black gas rising from his scimitar, which was as thick as an arm, and rushed towards Song Yi's head!

This...... This is......

Song Yi was taken aback, it was really so...... This black breath is demonic breath!

The magic breath leaped into the air, like a black dragon, and fell towards Song Yi, who retreated and jumped three zhang away. Holding the long sword upside down, he chuckled, and slowly raised his left hand to meet the demonic breath that was pursuing.

Running the true qi, he used the last layer of the flowing spring heart to pull the mysterious "black hole" in the body, and a wave of power came out in response, attracting the surging demonic breath, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all of them were incorporated into the body, and flowed into Song Yi's true qi!

This magic breath is really strong, several times better than winning at the peak that day, if it weren't for Song Yi's cultivation these days, and his progress is rapid, he really wouldn't dare to absorb it like this.

"You ......"

Dahan's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe it, and then grinned: "You kid, it's a little interesting, I thought that people like you would die, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"Really......"

Song Yi didn't care, this is not the time to be entangled, where the original "Song Yi" came from, and I will slowly explore it when I have time in the future. The demonic breath that he secretly transformed into his body fused with his true qi, and he suddenly felt refreshed, and the strength of his limbs was extraordinarily full. He confidently condensed a stream of true qi in his right palm, like a meteor rushing to thunder, straight into the chest of the big man!

"Interesting, interesting!"

The big man laughed loudly, danced his scimitar, shattered the flying true qi, and then hit the ground, and said loudly: "Then try this!"

Before the words fell, I heard a roar from the ground, as if something was moving rapidly underground!

"Boom!"

With a few loud sounds, the ground of the martial arts arena was torn open by several huge forces, showing criss-crossing gaps, followed by flying sand and rocks, muddy water splashed, and several dragon-like things drilled out of the ground, all of which were composed of countless sand, soil and mud blocks. These earth-dragon-like things rushed up and pounced on Song Yi one after another, bringing up billowing sand and dust, obscuring his vision.

Song Yi had never seen this kind of scene before, and the rhythm was chaotic all of a sudden, resisting a few times, stabilizing his position slightly, and was about to fight back, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the big man's brilliance, and it seemed that something had been released?!

Snort-

With a soft sound, a white light flew from between the gaps where the earth dragon swam, Song Yi raised his arm, and subconsciously raised his sword to block, only to hear the sound of "dang chang", it turned out that the scimitar flew over and shot him down with a sword.