Each finger of Yi Zixuan contained an incomparably sharp sword qi, and although the finger sword qi could not exert its full power like the sword qi released by the sword weapon, it was not trivial.

The three-finger pop out to crack the person's attack, and Yi Zixuan then clenched his fingers into a fist and punched him in the abdomen.

The man was so bent by the force of the punch that he bent like a shrimp, and he couldn't stand on his legs, staggering upside down and falling backwards.

Golden opportunity!

Yi Zixuan's footsteps exerted force, and before the person fell, he had already rushed to him, and the person's eyes showed an extremely frightened look, but he was in the air, and he had nowhere to borrow his strength, and he couldn't resist it.

At this time, the two people on both sides of the alley saw Yi Zixuan rushing to the monk's side, and their eyes couldn't help but light up, and they couldn't help but burst out from both sides and attacked Yi Zixuan!

Unexpectedly, Yi Zixuan seemed to rush towards the monk, but in fact it was just an appearance, he had been secretly paying attention to the movements of these two people in his heart, and when he saw that these two people really took the opportunity to make a move, he immediately turned around.

Boom!

Bang!

Before the two of them could attack their first move, they saw Yi Zixuan's two fists getting bigger and bigger, and the two of them seemed to have been hit in the face by the savage dragon, their heads tilted back, and they flew back upside down in unison, and the whole person was almost stuck into the stone wall, only the head was exposed and the calf was hanging on the wall.

The hard stone bricks were struck by this, and the walls were immediately covered with dense cracks like spider webs.

And the monk who was hit in the chest by Yi Zixuan's heavy punch suffered a heavy blow in the chest again, Yi Zixuan's punch was even more ferocious than the punch just now, so that his feet did not touch the ground and flew backwards at a faster speed!

"A few more people!"

Song Minghui's face was a little ugly, and he said angrily: "Don't be careless, don't worry about killing or mutilating!"

In the alley, I saw a figure flickering, and then there was a loud bang, and the people in the alley had not walked far away, and they couldn't help but stop when they heard the sound from behind, and looked back, with a shocked face.

The monk who made the scimitar was knocked away for the third time and hit everyone, and someone wanted to catch the monk, but the man with the sword frowned slightly, and said, "Let's not interfere, it's better to dodge." ”

The few people who wanted to make a move suddenly came to their senses, and hurriedly turned sideways, but saw Yi Zixuan sticking to the monk like a whirlwind, punching as fast as lightning, both rigid and soft, and the seemingly light punch directly knocked the monk out of the alley.

The monk slammed through the wall with a thud and hung on the wall, his body stuck in the wall, his limbs shrieving weakly, and he was knocked unconscious, and hung there unable to move.

At this moment, more than a dozen monks rushed forward together, waving their fists and palms, and a whirlwind blew in the flat ground.

Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest!

Yi Zixuan's face remained unchanged, and after taking a breath, he stepped up violently again, and when he fell, the whole earth seemed to shake, and in a short moment, he took three steps in a row, and every step was above three feet.

The last punch was smashed, the thick fist squeezed the air, and a strong whimpering sound was made, this punch was powerful and heavy, just fierce to the extreme, and the yuan force in his body gushed out and turned into a tall fierce tiger, looking up to the sky and roaring!

Roar!

The many guards who rushed forward did not expect Yi Zixuan's action to be so fast, and his grasp of the timing was so accurate, only to smell a burst of blood wafting by, and they flew upside down in an instant.

At this time, on both sides of Yi Zixuan, more than a dozen monks all had their heads stuck on the wall, dancing with their hands, although they were only slightly injured, but they couldn't get out for a while.

"Good skills!"

Bang Bang Bang!

Song Minghui smiled angrily, applauded, and said with a smile: "What a good skill······! Chen Yong, capture him alive, don't hurt his life. ”

Well?

What's going on?

The people watching the battle on the sidelines showed strange expressions, thinking that they had misheard, the second son of the Song family, who has always been known for his ferocity and domineering, would also have a kind heart?

Could it be that seeing that young man's extraordinary skills, he had a heart of pity?

The man with the sword listened quietly to the discussion, without saying a word, but shook his head slightly.

Based on his understanding of Song Minghui, this person has a very poor character, he is by no means a kind person, plus his qualifications are not high, his cultivation is much worse than his peers, his status in the family is actually very low, and his heart is very dark.

The Song Mansion is one of the four major families in Tianyang City, and in addition to a real-life powerhouse of the Huang Ting Realm, there are also six or seven supernatural powers, as well as more than a dozen masters of the Dao Foundation Great Perfection.

Song Zhenren has been in retreat for many years, and the supernatural powers are naturally the backbone of the Song Mansion, and each of them can not be used easily, but why is there no master of the Daoji Great Perfection to protect this dignified second son of the Song Mansion?

Although that Dao Ji Small Perfection master is outstanding in the same rank, not inferior to the average Dao Ji Great Perfection person, but after all, the cultivation is there, and there is no need to say much about many things.

What's more, in addition to the fact that the second prince of the Song Mansion is a well-known gentleman, the eldest prince is an out-and-out genius, not only talented but also famous, which is in stark contrast to his own brother.

In this way, Song Minghui and Song Gongzi's heart can be seen······

Sure enough, Song Minghui looked at Yi Zixuan, an incomparably thick look of jealousy and envy flashed in his eyes, and a touch of cruelty appeared on his face: "Hehe, this son wants to break his limbs with his own hands as punishment." ”

"Yes!" The master that Yi Zixuan had been paying attention to finally strode out, and he who had been silent didn't say half a word of nonsense, and made a move in an instant.

Bang!

There was a huge explosion in the air, and the two slightly illusory Qi and Blood Peaks behind Chen Yong instantly condensed, crossing the ten-zhang void in an instant, and suppressed Yi Zixuan with incomparably domineering power!

Yi Zixuan felt that the air around him instantly became viscous, and a substantial spiritual pressure enveloped his whole body, this pressure was very strong, but it was not strong enough to imprison him.

However, if combined with the power of qi and blood contained in the two red tripods, the superimposed power of the two would be extraordinary, greatly restricting his movements, which was enough to slow down Yi Zixuan's reaction.

At the same time, Chen Yong's figure quickly disappeared, and the scream that tore through the air came immediately, and a blood-red long knife suddenly appeared behind Yi Zixuan's back at some point, drawing a perfect straight line in the piercing scream······

What a speed!

Yi Zixuan couldn't have imagined that although he had regarded Chen Yong as an evenly matched, or even a higher-than-the-top opponent, he didn't expect that the opponent's attack was not only extremely fast, but also extremely tricky.

The figure swayed slightly, and in an instant, Yi Zixuan only had time to turn his body to the side, avoiding the long knife behind him by a millimeter, and at the same time urging his body of qi and blood to condense the peak of qi and blood, and temporarily relieved the mental pressure on the top of his head with his own momentum.

There are some impacts, but they are no longer significant.

Immediately after, Yi Zixuan's white jade-like fingers suddenly erupted five three-foot-long silver sword qi, his wrist quickly flipped, and a series of piercing ringing sounds suddenly came out of the air, as if there was really gold and iron colliding, and the poignant sparks flickered one after another, and they actually practiced into a line.

Bounce, pick, stab, scratch, tease!

His knees were not bent, and now Yi Zixuan seemed to have broken free from the shackles of the rules, his body was ethereal, as if he had turned into a light smoke and flew back, but one palm was placed in front of him, changing his form frequently at a speed that was so fast that it was impossible to see.

And the five silver sword qi also formed a complete set of swordsmanship with his movements, blocking, checking, stabbing, or picking, drawing out the trajectory of flying clouds, dismantling the blood-red sword qi like a bone appendage, and did not fall behind at all.

This refers to one of the benefits of sword qi.

Although so far, because of the reason that his cultivation is not deep enough, the sword qi is only unsatisfactory in terms of power, but if it is talked about dexterity and speed, it is a first-class high strength, even if Yi Zixuan loses the lead at this time, there will not be too much of a problem, and the dismantling and counterattack can be converted in an instant.

The two of them fought quickly, and the situation was stalemate for a while, and the two blurred figures in the narrow alley moved at high speed, bringing up a large amount of dust and sand, and the deep ditches that were torn apart by the strength of the qi were horizontal and vertical, so that everyone could feel the fierceness of the battle.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound in the field, and the five sword qi on Yi Zixuan's fingertips merged into one, spinning wildly, tearing the blood-red sword qi, and hitting the blade directly, knocking Chen Yong back, and the overflowing sword qi cut his clothes one by one, and a little blood flew away.

Although he temporarily has the upper hand, Yi Zixuan knows that the other party is just careless, and the two are still inseparable, unless they ······ He had a sword in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I wonder who can borrow a sword?"