What happened next was not what anyone expected.

Ji Daozong was pinched by Ji Ying's neck, like a chicken boy who didn't know how to resist at all.

Hearing only a crisp click, Ji Daozong, who was still invincible just now, had already lost his life, staring at a pair of big eyes, with a little bit of dead meaning.

Ji Ying threw his brother's body to the ground very casually, looked at the scar-faced man with a calm face, and said coldly: "I don't know whose family you are, and I don't want to know, I will teach you a truth today, don't meddle in other people's family affairs easily, otherwise, it will only be thankless." ”

The scar-faced man smiled disdainfully and said, "Master Ji, you better wipe the blood off your face first." ”

It turned out that when Ji Ying killed his own brother with the power of thunder, a faint trace of blood was already overflowing from his mouth and nose.

Ji Ying wiped it very casually, and said in a flat tone: "Are you coming or am I coming?"

The scar-faced man could no longer maintain that calm appearance, and he was annoyed from the inside out.

He has experienced countless battles in his life, and he has never seen such a prosaic and arrogant opponent.

The scar-faced man snorted, waved the thick-backed machete in his hand, and slashed at Ji Ying's chest.

The scar-faced man's knife technique is sharp and decisive, without the slightest fancy cumbersomeness, and a discerning person can see at a glance that this is a murderous knife technique that has been practiced on the battlefield.

Ma Daoren looked at the scar-faced man thoughtfully, and almost immediately came up with his background, this is probably the general of the Xiao family.

Don’t wait for prosperity to care for the things important to you.

What an eventful time.

Ma Daoren sighed silently in his heart, and then comforted himself softly: "It's a big deal, return this life to the Ji family, and then the two don't owe anything." ”

Just when the Ma Dao people were in a trance, earth-shaking changes had taken place on the field.

Although the scar-faced man's knife skills are ruthless, when he encounters Ji Ying, who has no fireworks, it is like the teacher who is full of wealth and wealth meets a very unreasonable pig killer, who can neither be reasonable nor beat others.

After more than a dozen knives, the scar-faced man had lost his sharpness, and moved left and right under Ji Ying's fluttering palm, trying his best to maintain an undefeated situation.

As the saying goes, no matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives.

The scar-faced man with a long knife in his hand was so oppressed by Ji Ying, and a nameless anger ignited in his heart.

With a loud shout, the thick-backed machete in the scar-faced man's hand was raised slightly, and he slashed straight towards the flesh and blood on the opposite side.

The knife is like summer weather, as fast as a strong wind, as fast as a torrential rain.

The scar-faced man swung thirteen knives in one go, the knives were exquisite, full of momentum, and he deserved the word master.

In the face of such a knife momentum, the defenseless Ji Ying did not dare to face its edge, so he could only retreat step by step.

In an instant, Ji Ying had already retreated under the eaves and stood beside Mrs. Ji.

At this time, Ji Ying was already bleeding slightly, and there were a few more small wounds on his body, he glanced at his worried wife, gently pinched her palm, and said softly: "Don't worry, I'm fine, wait for me for a while." ”

After finishing speaking, Ji Ying let go of his hand and took a step forward fearlessly, only to see him stretch out his right hand, as if holding a virtual sword, and said loudly: "Who said that I have no swordsman? Who said that I have no master in my family?"

With that, he glanced at the people in the courtyard and said loudly:

"The sword comes. ”

With a sword, a long sword hanging in Ji Furong's boudoir came out of its sheath and flew into Ji Ying's hand with a bit of fairy aura.

On this day, in the eyes of the world, the head of the Ji family, who is frail and sickly and has stayed in the realm of seven products for many years, has a trace of immortality.

Ji Ying's right hand holding the sword raised slightly, and he slashed at the air in front of him with an indifferent expression.

In an instant, the aura in Furong Xuan changed greatly, and the sword was instantly tense.

There were more than a dozen white sword qi in the air, and the sword qi crisscrossed and intertwined into a simple and scribbled cursive script.

The scar-faced man only felt that the atmosphere suddenly became oppressive, and there was a faint sense of foreboding.

He felt a nameless sharpness in the sky, as if thousands of flying swords were about to fall with the wind.

He looked up slightly, and saw countless raindrops, which seemed to him like a small sharp sword.

On a sunny autumn morning, it suddenly began to rain.

It's just that this rain is different from the silent rain that usually moistens things.

This rain kills.

Feeling the sharpness of the rain curtain, the scar-faced man's face changed and changed, from shock to disbelief to final ruthlessness and decisiveness.

He let out an unprecedented roar, and the thick-backed machete in his hand slashed upwards.

As soon as the knife came out, the scar-faced man's wide sleeves fluttered, and the true qi in his body gushed out, like thunder on the ground.

The thunder fell, and the rain stopped abruptly.

The courtyard was silent, and there was no sword intent.

The scar-faced man wiped a handful of blood foam from the corner of his mouth, sneered and said, "I see that your true qi in your dantian is surging, but it is just a way to seek death, and you are also worthy of saying the word 'sword'?"

When the words fell, a sound of machine springs bouncing sounded in Furong Xuan, and the scar-faced man twisted the handle of the thick-backed machete, and there was already a short sword more than a foot long in his hand.

The dagger is crystal clear, as if carved from the cold ice of winter.

The scar-faced man kicked the blade of the knife and scolded, "Who allowed you to use the word sword?"

Ji Ying, who had been lying on his salary for more than ten years, thought that he could easily kill the man who made the knife, but he didn't expect that the opponent would also hide the means.

A swordsman with a sword hidden in his sword.

Ji Ying slashed the blade of the sword that came from the winning face, and looked at the scar-faced man standing with the sword with a solemn face.

With a loud roar, the long sword in Ji Ying's hand slashed through the sky, leaving several sword marks in the sky above the courtyard.

The sword marks spread out, forming twenty or thirty white sword qi.

These white sword qi are like wolves held by someone, depicting a simple freehand painting of landscapes in the air.

The mountain is the mountain, and the water is the water.

A mountain broke through the sky and lay above the Hibiscus Xuan.

Water broke through the ground and rushed on the bluestone slabs of the courtyard.

The mountains are towering and towering, and the water is surging.

The scar-faced man had a sword in his hand, and there was an unfathomable aura on his body.

He took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen bulging slightly, and then the short sword in his hand became more and more crystal clear, as if he was holding only one hilt.

The next moment, a surging and terrifying sword intent gushed out, slashing straight at the mountains and rivers in front of him.

The two invisible forces collided together, making a bang, shaking everyone in the courtyard to the point of blood gushing from their ears and noses.

The strong wind blew, and the plane trees in the courtyard had no remaining leaves, only bare branches remained, which was extremely ugly.

Ji Ying laughed maniacally, and said in an extremely arrogant tone: "Ten years of sharpening a sword, today to show the king." Hahahaha, it's really happy, and see if I'm worthy of the word sword. ”

The head of the Ji family, who has been working for more than 20 years, is the most proud of his life at this moment, and it is also the time when his sword intent is the fullest.

A sword roared like a dragon's groan.

The long sword in Ji Ying's hand crossed the void like a dragon, wrapped in a white air flow visible to the naked eye, and stabbed straight at the scar-faced man in front of him.

"Listen, my name is Zhao Shu, and you have the qualifications to die under my sword. ”

Hearing Ji Ying's crazy words, and seeing this earth-shattering sword again, the scar-faced man looked fanatical and laughed very presumptuously.

In the past years, he followed the Zhennan general Xiao Shougui to garrison one side, and only had a few opportunities to shoot, and they were all against the enemy with a knife, and it was rare to meet an interesting swordsman today, so he naturally used a sword that had not been drawn out for many years.

At this time, Zhao Shu saw that Ji Ying's sword was so hearty, and his mind was also hearty.

He swung the long sword in his hand, without any fancy stabbing at the oncoming tip of the sword.

There was a loud bang.

The bluestone-paved ground between Zhao Shu and Ji Ying broke inch by inch, and then a strange wind with charming eyes was raised.

However, Ji Ying's sword with his life as the foundation and all his strength was not so easy to deal with.

Zhao took five steps back, leaving five footprints of different shades on the bluestone slab.

When he stabilized his body, a wisp of dark black blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

Zhao Shu, who was seriously injured, had an even stronger fighting spirit, and a raging flame ignited in his eyes, wanting to burn the idle people in front of him clean.

He laughed wildly and said, "One sword in ten years, but that's it!"

Ji Ying's sword was broken, and he only felt that the true qi in his body was flowing and rolling in the meridians like boiling oil, and everywhere he went was endless pain and torture, he could still laugh wildly when he looked at Zhao Shu, and his heart was even more agitated, and he immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

After the blood spurted out, Ji Ying felt that there was no more block between his chest and abdomen, and there was an indescribable sense of relief, followed by tiredness from the inside out.

Ji Ying opened his eyes vigorously, looked at Zhao Qi who was high-spirited in front of him, and said to himself: "I set great ambitions when I was young, made big mistakes when I was young, and was trapped in a corner when I was in my prime.

Throughout the past 40 years, there has never been a trace of enlightenment, muddy, either for the rise of the family or for his own selfish desires, and he has never thought about what he really likes and wants.

In the past ten years, I have been trapped in the Seven Grades of cultivation and have never broken through the realm, some are confused and uneasy, some are annoyed and puzzled, more are complaining about the heavens, and more are resentful of the injustice of the heavens.

But today, I realize how naïve my resentment and grievances are, and I realize that I am just a fool who loses his steamed buns and picks up mung beans.

If I take it step by step, I don't care about the thoughts and intentions of others, step by step, I will naturally break through the realm and enter the fairyland realm today, where is the current miserable situation?

But there is only one life in life, and there is no chance to do it all over again, how can I regret it? ”

"No regrets. ”

When the words fell, the long sword in Ji Ying's hand trembled, and there was a burst of sword sounds, and there was already a sword immortal atmosphere.

When Ji Ying handed over the long sword in his hand, the ears, nose, eyes, and mouth, which were originally just bleeding, began to bleed, and his fairly good-looking face was full of miserable appearance.

After the sword was handed out, Ji Ying was already delirious, and he didn't see the fastest and strongest sword in his life.

It's just that Ji Ying's expression is already calm and calm, like a clay statue that has understood life and death.

The long sword broke inch by inch, and the sword intent condensed but did not disperse.