After a while, Ji Changkong and Ji Tianxing took the Xuanbing sword and rushed to the gate of Ji Mansion together.
When they arrived at the first courtyard, they saw Ling Sihai and others already standing in the wide courtyard.
At the gate of Ji Mansion, there were several corpses of guards lying on the ground, all lying in a pool of blood and dead.
Ling Sihai, dressed in black robes, stood in the middle of the courtyard, his face cold and solemn, and his whole body filled with deep anger and murderous intent.
Behind him were eight middle-aged men holding swords. They were all martial arts masters at level seven or above of the True Yuan Realm. They also had murderous postures.
Around the courtyard, more than a dozen Ji Mansion guards had gathered, all holding swords and staring at Ling Sihai and others.
No one gave orders, and these guards did not dare to act rashly.
Ji Rufeng, the second elder of the Ji family, and several leaders of the Ji family, as well as some children of the Ji family, were standing at the door of the meeting hall.
Ji Rufeng pretended to be angry and spoke loudly, constantly persuading Ling Sihai to calm down and calm down and resolve the matter calmly.
But he only talked about it, neither taking out swords or weapons, nor giving orders for the guards to attack.
Several leaders of the Ji family and the young disciples also regarded him as a fool and did not see any trace of the bravery and bloodiness of the Ji family.
It wasn't until everyone saw Ji Changkong and Ji Tianxing arriving that they showed expectant looks and focused their eyes on them.
Ji Changkong glanced at the corpse at the gate, glanced at Ji Rufeng and others with cold eyes, and walked towards the courtyard holding the sword.
He looked at Ling Sihai with sharp eyes, and shouted with murderous intent: "Ling Sihai! How dare you lead people into the Ji Mansion, do you think that there is no one in our Ji family?"
After saying that, he glanced at the eight masters behind Ling Sihai and shouted angrily again: "Who just killed my Ji family guard? I, Ji Changkong, asked him to pay for it with his life!"
As Ji Changkong finished speaking, an invisible and powerful murderous aura erupted from his body and swept towards Ling Sihai and others.
Ling Sihai stood in the courtyard with his body as straight as a sharp sword, not at all intimidated by Ji Changkong's murderous intent.
He stared at Ji Tianxing with a fierce look, his eyes were stained with blood from anger, and he roared in a low voice: "Ji Tianxing! If you kill my son Yunfei, I will cut you into pieces to comfort you.
Yun Fei’s spirit in heaven!”
As he spoke, he couldn't restrain his violent murderous aura, and suddenly drew his sword and took action.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Ling Sihai, who was at the fourth level of Tongxuan Realm, swung his sword with all his strength, and actually slashed out three dark green sword lights, striking Ji Tianxing five feet away from the air.
Each sword beam is more than two feet long and three fingers wide, and contains powerful and violent power.
Ji Tianxing was sizing up Ling Sihai and the eight masters behind him, and was not prepared for Ling Sihai to take action as soon as they met.
Seeing three rays of sword slashing at extremely fast speeds, his expression changed and he subconsciously wanted to retreat to avoid them.
At this moment, Ji Changkong's figure flashed and rushed ten feet away, blocking in front of him.
"Qiang!"
Ji Changkong instantly pulled out his sword and swung out a dazzling cold light, slashing at the three sword lights.
“Bang bang bang!”
In a series of muffled sounds, the three sword beams issued by Ling Sihai were cut into pieces.
The sharp and violent sword energy also forced Ling Sihai to take two steps back, his face turned pale.
Ji Changkong held the sword in his hand and pointed at the ground, standing proudly in the field, and shouted in a deep voice: "Ling Sihai! If you want to kill my son Tianxing, I will chop off your head first!"
"Ji Changkong!" Ling Sihai roared with rage and shouted with glaring eyes: "Yesterday, Ji Tianxing sent a letter to my daughter Yunfei, asking her to meet in the plum garden in the western suburbs in the evening. Last night at Haishi, my daughter Yunfei
He killed me and died tragically in Meizhuang."
"Killing to pay for one's life, and debts to pay for money, this is a matter of course! Ji Changkong, if you don't hand over Ji Tianxing today, don't blame me for going on a killing spree!"
Ji Changkong immediately sneered: "Haha, Ling Sihai, you keep saying that my son Tianxing killed Ling Yunfei, where is your evidence?"
"Without evidence, you are just spitting and slandering!"
"You want evidence, right?" Ling Sihai also sneered tit-for-tat, took out a letter from his sleeve, and shook his hand and slapped it at Ji Changkong.
"This is the letter written by Ji Tianxing to Yun Fei. This is the evidence!"
A cold light flashed in Ji Changkong's eyes, and he reached out to catch the letter without changing his expression.
He opened the letter and looked at it for a few times, then threw it on the ground and sneered: "Haha, what can a letter mean? Does this letter mean that my son Tianxing killed Ling Yunfei with his own hands?"
"Ling Sihai! We were good friends and almost became in-laws. But your daughter, Ling Yunfei, despicably and shamelessly plotted against Tian Xing, causing his skills to be crippled and even ridiculed by everyone in the world!"
"Don't say that Tian Xing didn't kill your daughter. Even if he did kill Ling Yunfei, your daughter deserved it!"
Ling Sihai suddenly laughed in anger, his face turning black with rage.
The muscles and bones all over his body were tensed to the limit, making a crunching sound, clearly indicating that his strength had been pushed to the limit.
"Ji Changkong! Since you are determined to protect Ji Tianxing, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Give them all to me! Kill Ji Changkong first, then Ji Tianxing, to avenge Yun Fei!"
Ling Sihai, furious and furious, waved an order to surround and kill Ji Changkong on the spot.
Eight murderous martial arts masters have long been secretly accumulating strength and are ready to attack.
At this time, after receiving Ling Sihai's order, they immediately pounced on Ji Changkong with ferocious faces, brandishing their swords and launched a siege.
Ling Sihai also shouted angrily, and fiercely rushed towards Ji Changkong, swinging his sword and sending sword light all over the sky.
Nine martial arts masters surrounded Ji Changkong, each using their unique skills to launch a mad attack.
Ji Changkong, however, was fearless and faced Ling Sihai and the eight masters with his sword alone, showing his masterly demeanor.
He used the Ji family's Ten Mysterious Sword Techniques, showing a very mysterious swordsmanship. Wherever the sword light touched, everyone was forced to retreat.
With his strength at the sixth level of Tongxuan Realm, he is enough to dominate the entire audience and look down upon Ling Sihai and eight martial arts masters!
After all, the most powerful Ling Sihai is only at the fourth level of Tongxuan Realm.
Among the eight martial arts masters, there are three masters at the eighth and ninth levels of the True Yuan Realm, and only five masters at the Tongxuan Realm, and they are all at the first to third levels of the Tongxuan Realm.
Even though Ling Sihai and others had the advantage of having a large number of people, there was nothing they could do about Ji Changkong for a while, but he was forced to scramble and make them extremely embarrassed.
In an instant, the light of swords and shadows suddenly appeared in the courtyard, and cold light shone in all directions.
The violent and raging sword energy swept through a space of twenty feet in radius, creating ravines on the bluestone floor.
The sound of clanking swords could be heard endlessly.
The fierce fighting made everyone in the Deji family dazzled and held their breath.
In just a few breaths, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves.
At this time, Ji Changkong forced back the surrounding masters with a sword, jumped out from the crowd, stood back three feet away and stood still.
The fighting stopped temporarily.
Ji Changkong was unscathed and his breath was still calm, but his face was slightly pale.
However, Ling Sihai and others looked a little embarrassed, and all of them were injured.
The two masters of the True Yuan Realm were the worst. They were hit by swords on their chests, backs and shoulders. Their clothes were soaked in blood and dyed red. Their hair was disheveled and they were extremely miserable.
Several Tongxuan realm masters also had one or two sword wounds on their bodies, but none of them were fatal.
Even the strongest Ling Sihai was hit by a sword in the chest, and a piece of white bone could be seen at the bloody wound.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the Ji family showed expressions of disbelief and let out bursts of exclamations.
Only Ji Rufeng and Ji Hao's faces were a little gloomy, their eyes flashed with thoughts, and they didn't know what they were thinking.