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Although there were many wounds on Jing Wuming's body, they were not fatal, light and shallow, as if they had been wounded by someone with a dagger or a thin sword, and it was difficult to believe that it was caused by a large sword that was both wide and thick.

Looking at the wound on Jing Wuming's body, Shangguan Jinhong's pupils constricted again, this was the first time he had seen such a clever swordsmanship. Jing Wuming's swordsmanship was trained by him, and his understanding of swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. It was because I understood that I was surprised.

He saw Yang Yifei rushing forward just now, and he was already extremely surprised by Yang Yi's light body kung fu, and when he received the Feifeng Golden Ring that was shocked back by Yang Yi, he felt even more incredible about Yang Yi's internal strength. Now seeing the sword wound on Jing Wusheng's body again, Shangguan Jinhong's face was already ugly, and he suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Yi: "Your Excellency is from overseas?"

"Overseas?"

Yang Yi was stunned, and then laughed: "It is rumored that Shen Lang and Shen Daxia sailed away, far away from the Central Plains, it seems that you think I am his overseas descendant?"

Shangguan Jin Hong said: "In addition to Shen Lang's heroes, who in the world can have such swordsmanship, and who can have such skills?"

"Shen Lang?" Yang Yi sighed: "I have heard of his name for a long time, sooner or later, I will meet him." He looked at Shangguan Jinhong, "You don't have to guess my identity, and you can't guess it, let alone the dying person, what's the point of knowing it?"

Shangguan Jin Hong took a deep breath, and the dragon and phoenix double rings disappeared between his hands, "Your Excellency is good at swordsmanship, good internal strength, Jin Hong admires!"

Yang Yidao: "Although the swordsmanship is not good, it is enough to deal with the Shangguan Gang Master!"

Shangguan Jinhong said: "Your Excellency's awesomeness, I have seen it in the next, and I know that I am invincible, from now on, Your Excellency will be in the rivers and lakes for a day, and Jinhong will not be out of the rivers and lakes for a day!"

He clenched his fists and said, "Farewell!"

Yang Yi laughed: "Do you want to go?"

Without waiting for Shangguan Jinhong to say anything, Yang Yi suddenly stepped forward and punched forward, "Take my punch, you can go!"

"Can't take it, die!"

After Yang Yi fought a battle with the martial arts master Changfa Daoist in the main world, although he was defeated, he also gained a lot, combined with Yang Shenxing's preaching a few days ago to solve his doubts, his understanding of martial arts has taken another step forward. At this time, swinging a fist and striking forward is exactly the Dingjiangshan in the governing boxing method. At ordinary moments, he punched out, and it must be extremely powerful, like a lightning strike, like a cannonball, extremely powerful, and there is a feeling of hitting a city and collapsing a mountain. But now that a punch is struck, his fist is a mountain, and the fist wind is a city wall, rumbling towards Shangguan Jinhong.

In Shangguan Jinhong's eyes, Yang Yi's fist had filled the world at this time, enveloping the four fields, and he only felt that there was no way to retreat, there was no way to avoid it, and all sides of his body had been shrouded by Yang Yi's fist style. The double rings he put away appeared in his hands again at this time, one ring hit Yang Yi's chest, and the other lock took Yang Yi's fist, although Jing Wu next to him was injured, he still stepped forward, and the long sword like a poisonous snake stabbed Yang Yi in the ribs. Yang Yi's left fist also blasted out at this time, one punch fixed the flying ring, and the other punch shook the long sword.

With a soft roar, the long sword in Jing Wuming's hand was shocked and flew out again, and at this time, Yang Yi had already dodged a flying golden ring, and hit Shangguan Jinhong's punch, when it intersected with Shangguan Jinhong's dragon-shaped golden ring, it suddenly stopped, at this time, Shangguan Jinhong's lock to Yang Yidao's golden ring had been too late, so he had to cut back, Yang Yi's fist was locked in the dragon-shaped golden ring in Shangguan Jinhong's hand, and he continued to strike.

Shangguan Jinhong has never seen such a profound and subtle person who controls himself, when he punches out the sword, he actually stops when he says stop, without any sense of effort, at this time, seeing that the fist has arrived at the front door, there is no way to hide, so he has to push the ring to meet him.

Yang Yi's fist suddenly shook and slammed into the side of the dragon-shaped golden ring, and at the same time bowed his head, it turned out that the flying phoenix ring he had just dodged had already swirled around his neck and circled around his neck.

The fist rings intersected, Shangguan Jinhong's body shook violently, and after his feet slid down for several meters on the ground, he paused, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. At this time, Yang Yi's left fist had already blasted towards Jing Wusheng. At the same time as blasting Jing Wuxing into the air, he closed his fist and struck sideways, and the flying phoenix ring that had just been bypassed above his head was hit by him with a punch, making a loud noise, and flying towards the distant woods in a rapid rotation.

At this time, Jing Wuming soaked the lower half of his body in the river, lying on the shore and spraying blood wildly, and Shangguan Jinhong was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and stood still.

Guo Songyang was dumbfounded.

Yang Yi laughed, closed his fist and stopped, "Okay! You two can actually take my punch without dying, but it is also beyond my expectations." His face suddenly turned cold: "Don't get out of here!"

Shangguan Jinhong's body shook, without saying a word, and walked forward.

After Jing Wuming got up from the river, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and followed Shangguan Jinhong.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and there was a "click" sound in the woods in the distance, Guo Songyang followed the sound and looked at it, and in the woods next to him, several big trees fell to the ground with a bang, and the branches and leaves flew wildly, but they were cut off by the golden ring that Yang Yi had just hit into the woods.

Guo Songyang looked gloomy and asked Yang Yi in a low voice, "Little brother, what kind of kung fu is this?"

He was taken by Yang Yi's momentum just now, and he didn't take a closer look at Yang Yi's appearance, and when he looked at it carefully, he was even more surprised, "How old is the little brother?"

Yang Yi smiled and didn't answer, but asked, "Can you still walk around on your own now?"

Guo Songyang said: "Yes!"

Yang Yi took out two porcelain bottles from his arms, "You are indeed very lucky! I was beaten half to death, and several bottles of pills on my body were lost, but these two bottles of wound medicine are still safe and sound in my arms, it can be seen that my brother is really blessed!"

Guo Songyang smiled bitterly: "This kind of blessing, I'd rather not!"

Yang Yi handed the two bottles of wound medicine in his hand to Guo Songyang: "Take the pill internally, apply the powder externally, take the pill first." ”

Guo Songyang took the pill as he said, meditated and breathed for a while, got up and said, "It's really a good medicine." ”

Yang Yi said: "Brother, I saved your life, should you treat me to a meal?"

Guo Songyang laughed: "Follow me!"

He smiled and said, "There is good food, there is good wine, and there is a great wine company!"

Yang Yi said: "Oh, then I have to see it!"

Guo Songyang led the way, and Yang Yi followed closely behind.

When the wind blew, Guo Songyang's bloodstained clothes were blown by the wind, hunting sounded, and the wound loomed.

The two walked along the stream, walked for a while, and saw the river, and there were already two people running in front of them.

There was a man and a woman.

The man is a middle-aged man, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, his face is pale, the corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, it seems that every wrinkle contains the sadness and helplessness of life, and each wrinkle is full of sorrow and misfortune.

He seemed to be sick, and when he walked, he stretched out his fist to cover his mouth with the center of his fist and coughed lightly.

He looks haggard and gives the impression that he is about to fall, but has not yet fallen, but never seems to fall.

But his eyes are bright, like a wave of clear water, like a deep pool, gentle, mysterious, soft, and full of sympathy and pity, tolerance and compassion.

He had already seen Guo Songyang at this time, his pace had slowed down, and his always melancholy face suddenly bloomed with a heartfelt smile at this time, which made people unconsciously warm up in their hearts after seeing it.

Guo Songyang had already strode forward.

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