This kind of scene, which can only be seen in fairy novels, actually appeared in front of Yang Xuan!
Of course, Xiang Wentian's flying sword to kill people is definitely not the kind described in Xianxia novels, where flying with a sword and taking the enemy's head thousands of miles away is so evil.
After all, it was a fairy tale. If Xiang Wentian was really that awesome, he would be sitting here drinking, and he would have ruled the universe long ago.
Yang Xuan's eyesight is amazing. Others may not be able to see any clues, but Yang Xuan just saw it clearly.
No wonder Yang Xuan didn't see the sword anywhere on Xiang Wentian from the beginning to the end. It turned out that his sword was hidden in his sleeve.
And it is not a long sword or a soft sword in the traditional sense, but two small pocket swords about as long as the middle finger.
To an outsider, those two hands he just had were actually flying knives.
But in the eyes of an expert, it is definitely an out-and-out swordsmanship!
The essence and techniques of the two are very different. Xiang Wentian obviously used the technique of wielding a sword!
With two swords, he instantly killed four seventh-grade masters!
This feat is absolutely earth-shattering!
By the time the people around them reacted, the four seventh-level masters with a small blood hole between their eyebrows were already dead.
"There are assassins, protect the president!"
Several nearby guards came to their senses first, and after shouting, several hundred members of the Triumph Group who were rowing fists and drinking realized that something was wrong.
For a moment, the entire villa turned into a mess, rushing towards Xiang Wentian from all directions like a tide.
"It's time to start work!"
Yang Xuan moved his neck, slowly stood up, then spread out his body, and suddenly shot towards the crowd!
boom!
The moment he landed, Yang Xuan's feet hit the ground hard, and the floor paved with hard granite instantly appeared with Yang Xuan as the center of the circle, a circle of cracks like a spider web with a circumference of at least ten meters.
At the same time, a wave of air exploded like ripples on the water, knocking down a large group of people like a bomb exploding in the blink of an eye.
"This internal strength is pretty good, awesome!"
Xiang Wentian gave Yang Xuan a thumbs-up and praised him with a smile from a distance of two, three or four meters.
"You come up with your ultimate move, and I can't let it go, right?"
Yang Xuan also grinned at Xiang Wentian.
It's hard to imagine that, surrounded by hundreds of people, the two of them still had the heart to talk, laugh and compliment each other.
"One more bet, one person at a time!"
Yang Xuan shouted loudly, and then launched an overwhelming attack towards the enemy on one side.
Xiang Wentian didn't show any weakness and launched his flying sword to kill the enemy on the other side!
Although it was hundreds of people versus two people, the scene became one-sided as soon as the battle started, and it turned into a one-sided crushing of two people against hundreds of people!
Yang Xuan's offensive was in full swing. In a fierce battle with such a large number of people, he used all his skills of charging on the battlefield to kill the enemy.
Flying fists and feet, dodge left and right, all are fierce moves. Every punch or kick can knock down a large area in an instant.
In contrast, Xiang Wentian's attack method was more agile and fierce, and his entire body turned into a white afterimage, shuttling through the chaotic formation of hundreds of people.
Two pocket flying swords surrounded his figure, and the crowd fell down one after another like harvesting wheat. Everyone who fell had their heads pierced by the pocket flying swords!
In terms of ornamental value, Xiang Wentian's clothes are flying, his figure is as graceful as a dragon, and two pocket flying swords surround him, which can be said to be as beautiful as a painting.
Yang Xuan's side was open and close, like a wild beast charging into the flock of sheep and fighting ferociously. Although it was also very good to watch, it was slightly inferior to Xiang Wentian.
In terms of lethality, both of them have their own merits, and they are not the same type and cannot be judged.
But in terms of speed, Yang Xuan's side has the advantage.
Because his skills were gained through countless battles in the chaos, Xiang Wentian had no experience of charging into battle among thousands of troops, so he was relatively behind in the speed of killing enemies.
In about ten minutes, Yang Xuan flew into the air and punched hard, sending the last few people to the Palace of Hell to report.
On Xiang Wentian's side, there were still dozens of people left. After about thirty seconds, he used his flying sword to knock down the last enemy.
The entire villa was littered with corpses.
The expressions of the two of them were calm and calm. The difference was that Yang Xuan had a lot of blood stains on his body. Xiang Wentian was more agile and fierce in his attacks, so his white clothes were not stained with any blood stains. He was still clean and elegant.
"Although your appearance looks a little more handsome than mine, you lose, and the favor I owed you just now cancels out."
Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows at Xiang Wentian and smiled.
Xiang Wentian shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm afraid you are mistaken. Plus this time, you owe me two favors in total."
Yang Xuan was stunned, "Damn it, are you trying to cheat? You were obviously dozens of seconds slower than me just now, and you still want to admit it. Why don't you adjust the monitoring?"
Xiang Wentian shook his head and smiled, "You are indeed faster than me. I, Xiang Wentian, am aboveboard and will never do anything like cheating."
"It's just that you just said faster than faster, but you didn't say faster than faster or slower than faster."
"So I defaulted to being slower than the speed. You just said that you were dozens of seconds faster than me, so you lost."
After hearing this, Yang Xuan jumped to his feet and scolded his mother, "Xiang Wentian, you uncle!"
Xiang Wentian laughed loudly, and then said casually, "If you don't want to die, don't play tricks under my nose."
A group of people who were sneaking away were immediately frightened and hurried to Xiang Wentian. They flattered and said with a smile, "So you are President Xiang Wentian. He is a famous hero. I am honored to meet you today."
It is our great blessing to see President Xiang in person..."
"Shut up!"
Before the man could finish speaking, Xiang Wentian's face suddenly hardened and he scolded him in a deep voice.
The group of people were so frightened that they fell to their knees.
Yang Xuan walked forward with a smile, spat at the group of people unceremoniously, and sneered, "Why, didn't you just say you were done with us? Now that we are here, you can take action."
A group of people turned pale with fright and quickly kowtowed and begged for mercy, "We didn't mean it, it was our words that were rude. I deserve to die. Please let me go this time. We will never dare to do it again in the future!"
The group of people kneeling on the ground crying and begging for mercy were none other than the same group of local businessmen who had said that Yang Xuan and Xiang Wentian would not be able to leave Jiangnan alive.
In a sense, this group of trash who only cares about money and not their father is even more hateful than the people of the Triumph Group!
Faced with such rubbish, even Xiang Wentian, who had always spoken more politely, couldn't help but curse, "You sons of bitches are eating Long Xia's rice and making Long Xia's money, but you are going to the outside world."
The man knelt down to recognize his father."
"What I hate most in my life are traitors and bastards like you, who eat dog food inside and out, and have your conscience eaten by dogs!"
Yang Xuan sneered and said, "Brother Xiang, you praise them too much. These grandsons have never had a conscience. Stop talking nonsense to them and let them go down and explain to their ancestors themselves!"