In the middle of the woods clearing, a little sword light suddenly lit up, like a red sun jumping out of the sea, shining brightly.

"The Rising Sun"

Yang Yijian finally used his strongest swordsmanship, and the sword of Chaoyang rolled in, colliding towards the attack of the three people of the Songshan faction for no reason.

As the most beautiful cub of the Huashan faction (in his own opinion), Yang Yijian naturally chose the most beautiful swordsmanship of the Huashan faction.

And the best example of sword qi, Chaoyang Yiqi Sword, naturally became Yang Yijian's major swordsmanship.

Yang Yijian is a pure person, he likes to be handsome and cool, that is, he thinks it is so beautiful, not to use this handsomeness to compete with anyone, and who to compare.

He likes swordsmanship and the handsomeness of dancing swords!

Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets,

It is like a group of emperors and dragons.

Come like thunder to reap wrath,

It is like the river and the sea condensing the light.

This is Yang Yijian's pursuit, and now he can't shoot like Yi for nine days, nor can he thunder and rage, but he has been moving in this direction.

He can already rise in the morning sun, and his path is bright.

Chaoyang Yiqi Sword has a total of eighteen styles, of which three are biased towards defense, and two are biased towards offensive and defensive conversions, borrowing strength to fight, all of which were given up by Yang Yijian at this moment, and all his mind was running thirteen attack moves.

With the strength of one person, three first-class masters are hard to attack.

"Bell"

"Tuk"

The scabbard stabbed the sword stabbed by the thin man, and the long sword stretched out, stabbing the tip of the sword that the gray-clothed man quickly attacked, and the long sword rotated with the force, and appeared in the palm of the strong man's hand.

The three of them were agitated by the dazzling sword light, and their hands were slightly sluggish, and Yang Yijian's offensive began.

Yang Yijian's hugging yuan strength has been cultivated to the late fifth layer, and his internal strength is strong, similar to the gray-clothed man among the three, but Yang Yijian has more physical advantages.

Fifteen years ago, according to Yang Yijian's physical condition, as well as his hobbies and martial arts cultivation direction, Yue Buqun personally granted him part of the I Ching Bone Forging Chapter, mainly to strengthen the tenacity and strength of his limbs and waist.

After fifteen years of cultivation, the quality of his limbs and waist has far surpassed ordinary people, and he is much stronger than a first-rate master, which is manifested in the close range of tangential steps, the speed is abnormal, the front and back left and right swords, and he is even more freewheeling, and the wolf dog waist is no longer enough to describe his toughness.

In an instant, the three of them seemed to have the feeling of facing their opponents alone.

Yang Yijian's sword light flickered, his body quickly rotated directions, a long sword cut out ten thousand rays of light, three swords in a row, almost cut off the strong man's wrist, and then fought with the thin man with two swords, the strong internal force shook the thin man's wrist, and he had to take two steps back.

The figure turned, avoiding the sharp stabbing of the gray-clothed man, slashing left and right continuously, and clanging with the gray-clothed man with four swords.

With the help of retreat, the thin man's expression came again, and the long sword stabbed at the thin man's heart like lightning, the thin man's wrist had not yet recovered, and he was secretly shocked by the performance of this Huashan disciple, and took two steps back and avoided it.

The strong man rubbed his body and slapped Yang Yijian's right arm with a palm while Yang Yijian's long sword was outside.

Yang Yijian hit his elbow back, hit the palm of the strong man, jumped with strength, jumped to the top of the gray-clothed man's head, and slashed down with a sword.

The gray-clothed man didn't give an inch, the horizontal sword blocked, his body was split flat and retreated three feet, he took a deep breath, and shouted: "Hurry up!"

The strong man and the thin man knew the meaning of the man in gray, the speed and strength shown by this Huashan disciple, the unusually fierce and tyrannical, far surpassed the performance of the Chaoyang Yiqi Sword, but it must not last long, as long as this momentum falls, the internal force does not continue, it is the time when he dies.

The two of them let out a low shout, and their internal forces ran rapidly and pounced.

Yang Yijian's internal strength has been run to the extreme, and the flexible and long characteristics of Bao Yuanjin have been brought into full play, with a long roar, and the sword light is flourishing.

"In the middle of the day"

The hot, swift, and fierce sword light rushed from above, hovering in front of the three of them, and collided intensively with the swords of the three people, without the slightest strength being exhausted.

The four of them tossed and turned in this narrow forest clearing, and countless grass clippings, leaves, dirt, sand and gravel were scattered and splashed by the powerful force.

Grim, dull, high-pitched, and shrill sounds were chaotically hustle and bustling in this mountain forest.

The speed of Yang Yijian's internal force has exceeded the previous maximum speed by two percent, and the meridians are faintly painful, but his arms are still steady, countless sword lights sway out, sharp blades cut through the space, and his body is constantly jumping, trying to only face one enemy in front of him.

The specific image of the three people was no longer clear in front of him, and he only relied on his super combat instinct to judge the direction of the opponent's attack from the opponent's little body movements, and then intercept them or dodge them immediately.

A third of an hour!

With such a high intensity, it has been a full third of an hour.

The man in gray couldn't help but be surprised, this Huashan disciple, could it be that he was so crazy?

There were a few chances that this Huashan disciple could actually escape from the encirclement of the three of them, but he didn't escape!

If it goes on like this, there is no need for the three of them to besiege it, and the internal force running at such a high speed will break the meridian pulse alive and vigorously, and the person will be supported to death!

A young master who was so rare to be cultivated by the Huashan faction died here like this?

The gray-clothed man felt a little incredulous, and the instinct formed for a long time made his facial features feel like they were automatically searching out, and three high-speed approaching sounds suddenly entered his ears.

"Trap!"

A terrible thought popped into his mind.

A young Huashan master is already so difficult, and with the addition of three, the three of them are afraid that they will be more than lucky.

Yang Yijian's strong performance completely destroyed the gray-clothed man's desire to win, and he was the first to think of escaping.

"The wind is tight!"

"!"

The man in gray immediately made a decision, shouted loudly, slashed at Yang Yijian, turned around and ran.

Yang Yijian blocked a sword, and jumped in front of the thin man with his strength, the long sword stabbed sharply in an instant, and dozens of sword tips suddenly appeared in front of the thin man.

The strong man is also an experienced person, and as soon as he heard the warning of the man in gray, he just slapped his palm and swirled, his body tilted, and he jumped out by taking advantage of the momentum, and ran towards the south without hesitation.

At the same time, the thin man also noticed that there was a master approaching behind him, and knew that he was the most dangerous, but he was stopped by Yang Yijian at the moment, as long as dozens of swords were taken, it must be the end of being outflanked and besieged, and death was the only end.

The thin man shouted, his eyes were shining, he kicked his feet, ignored the tip of the sword in the sky, and pounced towards Yang Yijian, stabbed the long sword, and hit it with a fit.

If you don't dodge, the two of you will die together!

Yang Yijian's hands and feet had begun to weaken, and he also believed in the strength of his uncles and brothers, so he made a mistake at the moment, and his body moved three feet horizontally, avoiding the thin man's fierce and desperate sword.

The thin man jumped away at high speed, staggered past, and without allowing a shot, Yang Yijian's long sword swallowed, and the tip of the sword pierced into the thin man's left ribs.

The thin man snorted in pain, his feet did not stop, his speed remained the same, and he jumped over quickly.

Yang Yijian's head was steaming, he gasped for breath, his face became pale, his body shook, and he almost fell, and he was busy holding the long sword in both hands, barely standing in the open space.

The three-month-old white figure rushed from the mountains and forests in the north, glanced at Yang Yijian, jumped high, swept by, and chased after the three people of the Songshan faction dozens of zhang away.

Yang Yijian smiled, and his mood was very cheerful.

Three!

There are three veteran first-class masters together, and they can't help themselves.

This record can be blown for a month!

As for those three bastards, they have already lost their guts, and they will have to shed their skin if they don't die this time!