The closer he got to the tent, the slower Yi Chen's steps became, the fighting energy, strength and fighting power vortex in the dantian rotated at a speed that exceeded three times the usual, and the huge power extended to every cell, feeling this force, Yi Chen relaxed a little, with a faint charming smile, one hand on the hilt of the sword, the other hand lifted the door curtain, and stepped into the tent.

"Brothers, get on!" had just walked into the tent, and before Yi Chen could see the situation around him clearly, he heard a word.

"Boy, suffer death!" A rough voice came from the left, and then, in Yi Chen's eyeballs, a bright sword light was reflected.

This scene did not surprise Yi Chen, but it startled Marshal Long Fei, and hurriedly shouted angrily: "Stop!"

It's just that his voice has just come out, and the heavy sword over there has already been chopped down, and even if he wants to stop, it's too late.

"It's too light! Is this a heavy sword?" At this time, Yi Chen pulled out the intestinal sword without thinking about it, and did not use the sword drawing technique, but after pulling out the intestinal sword quickly, he directly blasted it with violent means.

"Heavy Sword Technique!" contains a trace of mystical heavy sword technique, although it does not contain the slightest soul power in it, but on the basis of Yi Chen's third-level cultivation of the Sword King, the power exerted has far exceeded this person's attack.

The intestinal sword is small in size, slightly shorter in length, fat and thick, slightly curved in shape, like a fish, and its weight may be far less than that of the opponent's heavy sword, but the meaning of the heavy sword contained in it is incomparable to the other party.

Rumble~!

This blow came extremely violently, domineering, and went forward, as if splitting the mountains and opening the ground, and the momentum was galloping, like thousands of troops and horses, galloping all the time, so that everyone couldn't help but breathe and suffocated, and the movements in their hands also stopped involuntarily.

"Sonorous ~!" The heavy sword and the intestinal sword were staggered, and the blades of the two swords slashed across each other, bringing up wisps of dazzling sparks.

In the end, everyone only felt that their eyes were flowering, and a huge figure flew back upside down, slamming heavily on the ground, making a 'bang' sound, and raising a thick layer of dust.

This man was also stiff, and with just a muffled snort, he endured the pain all over his body, and did not make a sound of pain from beginning to end.

Yi Chen, on the other hand, stood still, his eyes scanned fixedly, and a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth: "What, is this the greeting gift you gave me?" When he saw the appearance of these people clearly, Yi Chen also understood the situation, these people were simply many lieutenants of the Flying Eagle Legion, and even three generals.

No wonder they were able to hide in this tent and sneak attack, with their identity, they could really do this easily.

The person who was knocked away by Yi Chen's sword was a deputy general, cultivated to be at the ninth level of the Sword King, among this group of people, the strength was at the middle level, not high, not low, but Yi Chen actually repelled him with a sword, which surprised everyone, looking at Yi Chen's gaze, there was a little more solemnity and a little less contempt, but the trace of disbelief between the eyebrows did not disappear.

At this time, Long Fei had a chance to speak, he looked at everyone with a gloomy face, and smiled angrily: "Okay! Very good! You really don't take me seriously, and even attacked the distinguished guests I invited in front of me! You are really a good soldier taught by my Long Fei!"

disappointed, he was completely disappointed in these generals under his opponents.

"Marshal, don't be deceived by this kid, he is a slightly gifted genius at best, a stinky boy, why did he overpower our old brother in the first place?" A middle-aged man persuaded bitterly: "Marshal, if this kid can defeat me, I will obey! I..."

Long Fei scolded: "What are you, what are you? Do you think this is Marshal Ben's decision? To tell you the truth, this is the emperor's order, and I am only acting on orders, even if I don't agree, it will have no effect." ”

The generals suddenly opened their mouths in disbelief: "Marshal, this, isn't this your decision?"

Glaring at everyone angrily, Long Fei said: "If it's my decision, can you violate it at will?" Besides, if Yi Gongzi really makes a move, even I am not his opponent, not to mention you little ones, why don't you come over and apologize to Yi Gongzi quickly?"

This remark aroused the suspicion of everyone, and even the marshal was not his opponent?

The trickster is pretty much the same!

"Marshal, I don't care, anyway, I won't apologize to this kid today, unless he can defeat me... Everyone, that's right, if he can defeat us, I will be convinced, and I will never make trouble again in the future, otherwise, I will stay here today and not leave!"

"You..." Long Fei couldn't cry or laugh, these generals were all cultivated by him, more or less had the temper of his youth, and inevitably stained some of his surname, this trick, he liked to use it the most when he was young, but now he actually suffered from this trick, "Do you think that Yi Gongzi can't defeat you? No, you are very wrong! Yi Gongzi is just too lazy to care about you, otherwise, no one of you can stand in front of me now." ”

No matter what Long Fei said, these subordinates just put on an expression of 'not fighting, not convinced'.

If Long Fei was really angry, they naturally wouldn't dare to do so, but they were very good at grasping the balance and would not really provoke the old marshal to be angry, they believed that with the marshal's bearing, they would not be angry for such a thing.

The marshal's anger just now, ten likely, it was faked, after all, they are all the marshal's old subordinates, and the marshal doesn't need to be angry with them for an outsider, and their approach has not touched the marshal's bottom line.

"Yi Gongzi, look..."Long Fei was embarrassed, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Yi Chen is still in the dark, now he is just a monk, he is confused, what is the purpose of this Long Fei bringing himself to the headquarters of the Flying Eagle Legion? And why are his subordinates so unconvinced? What is the matter with the emperor's order that Long Fei said?

The more he thought about it, the more confused Yi Chen became, but this did not prevent him from wanting to suppress the interest of these generals.

This group of people, about thirty-five or six people, of which the Sword King accounted for more than twenty people, the Sword Emperor only had nine, and the Sword Sect did not have one, Yi Chen was confident that he could barely win without using the power of his soul.

Waving his hand, Yi Chen smiled and said, "Since they want to test my strength, why should I twist?"

Looking at everyone, the hand he held the intestinal sword, and at some point he had withdrawn it, and said loudly: "Do you come one by one, or do you go together?"

In this sentence, the meaning of provocation could not be more obvious.

"Hmph, boy, don't be rampant! I, Guo Feiming, want to learn how to make a move!" A bearded middle-aged man walked out, also holding a heavy sword in his hand, and his cultivation was much higher than the previous middle-aged man who was repelled by Yi Chen, reaching the fifth level of the Sword Emperor, which was a standard intermediate Sword Emperor.

"Brother Ming, give this kid a little color!"

"We're waiting to see this kid crying his nose, Brother Ming, come on, we believe in you!"

"The boy who hasn't grown his hair is ready, go home and eat milk!hahaha~ha!"

"Humph!"

The more and more ugly words came out of the mouths of the generals, Yi Chen's face became more and more ugly, and finally snorted coldly, "I'm a person who holds a grudge, I hope you can still laugh later." After speaking, he glanced coldly in the direction of the deputy who spoke the most ugly.

After being glanced at by him, the lieutenant suddenly felt that his vest was cold, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and muttered: "This kid is really evil, he glared at him, and Lao Tzu actually felt cold." ”

"Xiaofeng, be good, go to Long Fei's predecessor first, and I'll talk about it when I'm done. "This girl is good at everything, but she likes to be around Yi Chen too much, so Yi Chen has to whisper a few words to her.

Although she didn't want to leave Yi Chen's arms, Xiaofeng also knew that this was an important moment, and she couldn't make trouble for Yi Chen, so she still walked to Long Fei's side very obediently, and the 'jingling' copper bells along the way diluted the tense atmosphere a little.

As soon as Xiaofeng left, Yi Chen could let go of his hands and feet to fight.

"Are you ready?" Yi Chen still gave them face, and didn't do it directly.

"Teach at any time!" Guo Feiming held the hilt of the heavy sword with both hands as if he was holding a knife, his head was slightly off, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he adjusted his state in an instant, and entered the best combat state, so as to give full play to his greatest strength, after all, in his eyes, this young man can repel the ninth-level sword king without being able to reach it, and his own strength must not be low, and he has experienced countless killings, so he naturally understands the truth that he should not despise any enemy.

Yi Chen nodded: "Okay, be careful!"

After speaking, Yi Chen suddenly moved, and his figure turned into an afterimage, and the speed of this moment was beyond the range of everyone's eyesight, and there was a sonic boom sound in the air that broke through to the limit.

Guo Feiming was suddenly very dignified, although his eyesight could only barely catch that figure, he still couldn't help but dodge to the side, unwilling to take risks easily, a fifth-level sword emperor lost to a third-level sword king, this news spread, he didn't have such a big face to lose, so, in this battle, he tried his best.

It's better to lose than to lose!

This is what Guo Feiming thinks at this time.

It's a pity that Yi Chen is good at more than just the speed of instant explosion, in the face of the powerful Intermediate Sword Emperor, without using the power of his soul, Yi Chen still has to be cautious, and deliberately chose the swordsmanship for the heavy sword - fine swordsmanship!

Fine swordsmanship, non-level swordsmanship with skillful breaking power, Yi Chen's original swordsmanship, power... Unknown.

In order to convince these fritters-like generals, it is necessary to show enough strength, and Yi Chen wants to show his strength from all aspects, he really wants to see what kind of expressions these people will show when they find that they have lost to themselves in any aspect, that will definitely be very interesting.

"Ding~" The three-foot sword blade, no, it should be a three-foot sword, swallowing and spitting on the tip of the intestinal sword, like the poisonous tongue of a poisonous snake.

(To be continued)