The battle at Mulin Mansion lasted only a few days, and some people may have known the news, but it was obvious that no one present had received the news.
However, no matter whether he knows it or not, no one dares to underestimate him simply by looking at the momentum of his appearance.
"It's him……"
Yu Changjing recognized the person and felt even more incredible.
A few months ago, he passed by Mulin Mansion and saw a young master coming across the river. With his sword and arrow, he defeated the head of the Liu family who had been famous for many years and even had a breakthrough.
At that time, he could clearly see that this young man was strong, but his inner energy was thin, so even if he fought, he might not be much stronger than him.
But looking at it now, it’s several times better than it was back then.
"Six-door prison?"
Jia Qing clenched the sword at his waist, narrowed his eyes, and his mind was spinning, as if he was thinking of such a person.
In his impression, Yang Yu was just a small character in the Six Gates of Qingzhou.
But this person...
"Yang Yu? He is Yang Yu?!"
Luo Lie's pupils from the Iron Sword Sect shrank, and murderous intent and fear filled his heart.
"Amitabha."
Jiese clasped his hands together, his face was moved, his heart was full of joy and surprise.
Donor Yang is stronger than before...
The gentle summer wind blew the corners of my clothes.
"A long-term stay? It seems that you came just in time."
After scanning everyone, Yang Yu knew it clearly.
This group of fierce bandits really dared to come to Qingzhou City to act recklessly, and their purpose in coming to this refugee town is not obvious.
No matter how stupid you are, you will never dare to face the thousands of divine arm crossbows in Qingzhou City.
Whoosh!
Looking at the young man slowly emerging from the smoke, under the dim light of the night, everyone felt a chill rising in their hearts, which soon turned into a dense cold wave, freezing to the bone.
That was undisguised murderous intent.
"It doesn't matter who you are! Pretending to be a ghost, kill me!"
Feeling the undisguised murderous intent of the visitor, and seeing the demeanor of his subordinates drop, Jia Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step forward.
boom!
It was like a thunderbolt, and the ground exploded.
Draw your sword and kill.
This sword is extremely sharp.
I have seen Yang Yu's amazing archery skills. His one shot was a sure kill. His inner energy was surging, his blood was on his face, his sword was suffocating, and he couldn't let the arrow fly!
"kill!"
As soon as Jia Qing took action, all the gangsters from Changliu responded one after another. They were used to licking blood from the edge of a knife, so why did they care who came?
After being frightened, violence and anger emerged.
What you are doing is the business of beheading, so how can you be timid and timid?
Zhengzhengzhengzheng~
There was a loud sound of swords, and all the imperial guards came to their senses. They raised their swords one after another and attacked the violent bandits.
Suddenly, the killing spirit became strong.
Only Yu Changjing and other sect masters, although they also made movements, did not move forward, but retreated without a trace, and their attention was completely attracted by Jia Qing's sword.
Jia Qing was born into a noble family, and was sent to the Sword-making Villa to learn martial arts at a young age. However, when he was young, his family fell into trouble due to some circumstances, and his parents, relatives, and friends all died tragically.
In a fit of rage, he killed the city's superior officials and became a bandit.
In the past few decades, he traveled to three states and killed countless people. His swordsmanship was extremely famous. Before Ji Longshan made his debut, he was the most famous bandit in Qingzhou.
This sword demonstrates his tyrannical strength that has dominated the state capital for decades.
In the midst of the smoke and dust, a line of lightning cut through the air, tens of feet in diameter in an instant, and the sword was silent, as if even the sound of the sonic boom was far behind.
Only the line that the sword light cut through was like a vacuum-like passage slowly lingering.
This is one sword, but it is more than one sword.
As the sword gleamed, it evolved into thousands of cold rays, like stars falling, filling the sky and the earth, dotted with stars, but in an orderly manner.
It's not just a straight thrust of sword light, but a sword formation that can be used by one person to activate several or even ten people!
Any bit of cold light is not a false move, and it is all a false move.
The real killing move is hidden in it, implying a sure kill, but yet concealing it, there is really no trace to be found.
All the masters who were watching the battle felt chilled. They felt that they were on the opposite side. Facing this sword, they had no choice but to avoid the vital points and give way in exchange for injury.
when!
However, in the next moment, all the sword light in the sky had disappeared.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat when they saw a straight sword thrust out flatly, no more and no less, but it hit the tip of Jia Qing's sharp sword.
"Um?!"
Jia Qing's pupils shrank, and he felt as if a sword was stabbing the mountain. The surging sword light was swallowed up and crushed in an instant, and the trembling sword almost bent down.
"Not bad swordsmanship..."
Yang Yu pushed the long knife flat with one hand, his eyes bright.
Even after going through many sword fights in the Tianhai Realm to defeat Qixing Longyuan, this sword was still not bad in his eyes.
But it's just not bad.
The seven-layered sword circle formed by the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword, any sword in it can use a sword technique that is even better than this sword.
It’s not about the level of swordsmanship.
It's the difference between a flesh and blood body and a flying sword without any constraints.
When a person presses the sword, no matter how exquisite the sword technique is, it is still limited by the human body. There is no antelope hanging the horns of the flying sword, and no trace can be found.
After being tested by Qixing Longyuan, although he used more swords, in terms of swordsmanship, he already surpassed the big bandit in front of him by an unknown amount.
"good?!"
Hearing a sound of approval in his ears, Jia Qing was furious. As he thought, the curved sword suddenly raised its head like a curled up dragon.
Immediately, as he turned around, the sword light moved with him, and started to rotate at an extremely fast speed, like a poisonous dragon with its fangs exposed, swallowing the enemy on the opposite side.
"The swordsmanship is good..."
The sword light slashed down again, but Yang Yu remained motionless. He just turned his wrist and the sword light shot up into the sky, then fell down, just like the moonlight flowing down and mercury pouring down the ground.
In an instant, the slashing sword light was completely submerged like a river tide:
"The people who use it are average."
boom!
boom!
There was a loud bang that echoed through the night.
Countless amounts of sand, earth and rocks rose into the sky in an instant, and the turbulent air waves immediately exploded, flying in all directions in layers.
With one slash, it was like thunder exploding.
This is not only an explosion of inner Qi Gangfeng, but also an explosion of pure power that goes beyond the limits of ordinary people and is pure to the extreme!
Bang!
Accompanied by a tooth-piercing sound of gold and iron rubbing against each other.
Jia Qinghua leaned back, his whole body staggering back as if struck by thunder, visible air waves exploded around him, and his clothes were torn apart inch by inch.
This sword was like a mountain pressing down horizontally.
There was no sword light, no sword energy, but the simple burst of power caused his expression to change drastically.
I couldn't help but think of a figure in my mind.
A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out along with a roar:
"No more than four images?!"
How can pure physical strength be tyrannical?
Jia Qing's expression changed drastically, and he thought of the Qingzhou general, Wei Zhengxian.
This great general who joined the army at the age of ten, it is said that at the beginning of his transformation, he had the strength of four elephants and could wrestle with four elephants with one arm.
This man's strength is no less than that of Si Xiang!
"ah!"
The hair is dancing wildly, and the blood is vigorous.
Backing away again and again, Jia Qing roared loudly, and the raging sound waves rolled back and forth in the night, like large invisible ripples.
Those who were closer felt their eardrums tingling, while those who were further away were also surprised.
"Second leader!"
There are fierce bandits roaring to kill, but they are not afraid of death.
Tsk~
However, as soon as the sword fell, seven or eight heads flew into the sky, and the bloody atmosphere suddenly became intense.
"ah!"
Just by retreating, several brothers were killed by the sword. Jia Qing was shocked and angry, but the blade was too strong. Although he was extremely angry, he still retreated a few steps.
roar:
"The idea is to stick to your hands and shoulder to shoulder! Once he draws his bow, no one can escape!"
The second half of the sentence was addressed to Yu Changjing and other sect masters.
The pronunciation is like thunder and can be heard from miles away.
Although Yu Changjing and others retreated a lot, they naturally heard these words and knew in their hearts that he was telling the truth.
In terms of its terrifying archery skills, once it draws an arrow, almost no one can dodge it, and it can walk on arrows.
No one thought they could escape.
But the group of people didn't even look at each other to discuss. They all retreated in unison, bursting with speed and escaping into the night in all directions.
Side by side?
Escape may not mean there is no chance of survival, but if you step forward, there will definitely be death!
Jia Qing's martial arts skills were still superior to theirs. His inner energy exploded and his blood was gushing out. Even if he was forced to retreat with a sword, how could they get close to him?
Only a group of fierce bandits from Changliu Mountain roared and killed them after hearing the news.
Zhengzhengzheng~
There is a forest of knives, accompanied by long swords and spears.
The tough bandits who can follow Jia Qing here are naturally good players, and there are many elites who have passed the second level. Under normal circumstances, one person is worth a hundred people.
But at this time, it seemed to be overshadowed.
When Chang Jing and the others were escaping, they didn't forget to look back, only to see blood and heads rolling into the sky. Before one of them fell to the ground, there were several rising into the sky.
Looking from a distance, I felt that the evil spirit was coming, and I felt cold all over my body. Where could I dare to go up?
"Rat! Untrustworthy sect rat!"
Seeing the sect members fleeing and many brothers being killed, Jia Qing's eyes were about to burst. He gritted his teeth and crushed the secret medicine hidden in his teeth.
Let out a roar:
"kill!!!"
As soon as Jia Qing stepped forward, his whole body erupted with blood-like red light, and his originally thin body swelled up as if he was blowing air.
You can even see the protruding veins under its skin.
While dancing wildly with wild hair, a sword is about to strike out again.
However, in the next moment, a round of sword light came as quickly as a crescent moon.
laugh!
The sword flashed around his neck, and Sen Han's sharp edge remained unabated, cutting away several fierce bandits who were charging towards him.
“Ho ho…”
The long sword in Jia Qing's hand fell to the ground, his hands were holding his throat, his eyes were scarlet, like a ghost:
"The lackey will die a good death..."
Blood spurts out.
This scene is truly spectacular.
A warrior who has changed his blood twelve times, even in his twilight years, will still have a hundred times more vitality than an ordinary person. When he is angry, his blood will boil even more than normal.
At this moment, the viscous blood rushed out, just like a waterfall flowing backwards, with countless pictures rushing up and falling down.
It was like a bloody rain fell from the sky!
"Ha~"
Faintly scanning the headless body, Yang Yu returned the sword to its sheath, raised his long bow, and shook his head slightly: