"Hey, Miss Duan, let's meet again when we are destined! I don't want to hurt your eldest brother and second brother and make them step back."
Duan Shaoming and Duan Siming snorted coldly and waved their swords to direct the spirit guards on the scene to attack Yi Jing.
Duan Xiaomei was both curious and concerned. She really wanted to know how capable this world-famous young martial artist was. He was actually able to make the heir of the Demon Sect, who had a will as strong as iron, go crazy with longing for him.
Drawing swords and retreating quickly, more than a dozen martial spirit monks had trapped Yi Jing to death inside and outside. No matter whether he goes to heaven or to earth, it is already too late.
Yi Jing, who was trapped in the center at this moment, had no choice but to fight hard.
"A sword that strengthens the soul, and the sword is as strong as a dragon. Look at my sword that breaks the sky."
"Qiang!" "Qiang!" A long sword in Yi Jing's hand suddenly turned into countless sword lights. As it was sent forward, the sword lights shot out like waves. The sound of chichi is endless.
"What a powerful martial soul sword energy." Duan Xiaomei's first impression of Yi Jing's martial soul fighting skills was already set, and her heart suddenly trembled, and she sighed.
Yi Jing swung out "Three armies are easy to kill." The five enemies on the left front were hit by "Thunder Sword Qi." Everyone groaned and retreated. Yi Jing returned his sword and made a light body, his waist and hips sank, and the enhanced soul sword withstood the sneak attacks of the other five martial soul weapons behind him without even looking.
Five swords pressed down from five directions at the same time, and the power of the martial soul was activated, forcing Yi Jing down.
Yi Jing was already on his back and he was about to be crushed.
Duan Shaoming and Duan Siming's eyes immediately showed a hint of pride, as if they were saying to see if you die.
Duan Xiaomei, on the other hand, raised her eyebrows and was about to stop him, but she felt that Yi Jing still had some clever tricks that he had not yet used.
He was able to repel and injure five of his father's iron-blooded guards with one move, which was already quite impressive.
Even his two older brothers may not be able to perform any of the powerful martial arts combat skills.
In addition, Yi Jing's reputation in Wuhun Continent was very important, so she was not worried that Yi Jing would be killed by the five Wuhun Iron-Blooded Guards who attacked later.
On the contrary, her heart was full of expectation and curiosity at this moment, thinking that Yi Jing would definitely have some unexpected tricks to break the heavy blows of the five people behind him.
Sure enough, when Yi Jing was pressed so hard that his face was almost touching the ground, he suddenly shouted, "Martial spirit lion roar!"
"Buzzing." Suddenly, there was an extremely strong vibration in the air.
The sound was so shocking that people's forehead bones were numb. Yi Jing roared loudly, the sound was like a bell. At this moment, he didn't know where he burst out with powerful martial soul power that shocked everyone. He pushed his left hand on the ground and borrowed a lot of force. The enhanced soul sword in his right hand bounced off the five oppressive swords. At the same time, he threw out more than ten "wind-chasing kicks" from his feet, kicking away the iron-blooded sneak attack behind him. Wei fell down like onions one after another.
"Bo!" "Bo!"
"Ah..." A groan rang out, and Yi Jing laughed loudly, already jumping up. He flicked the dust on the clothes behind him and shouted to Duan Xiaomei, "Awesome."
Duan Xiaomei's eyes shone, and she raised her eyebrows and said, "Okay, you win this round. I really want to try your skills."
The two brothers Duan Shaoming and Duan Siming were really shocked, but they did not dare to step forward to stop their little sister's "nonsense." They were afraid that if something went wrong, the two brothers would not be able to explain it to Duan Zuozhang.
What Duan Zuozhang loves most is this little daughter. If she dies under Yi Jing's sword, the two brothers will have no chance of living.
"Little sister, no, I'd better let Brother Wei fight on your behalf."
"Yes, I, Duan Siming, also want to learn about the so-called enhanced soul sword of the Lord of Yi Da City."
"Qiang!" "Qiang!" Two swords were unsheathed, attacking from the left and right, and stabbing at Yi Jing. The sword wind follows you like a shadow, and it will arrive at a moment's notice.
Duan Xiaomei did not refuse the two brothers to join her. At the same time, she raised her slender jade finger, and a women's long sword in her right hand came to her jade wrist at some point. She shook it lightly and said, "Look at the sword."
The two brothers and the younger sister came from three directions: the yesterday's side, the right rear of Yi Jing, and the nearest front.
The sound of the sword's attack reached my ears, like a soul-driving horn in hell.
Yi Jing gently closed his eyes and listened to the wind to identify the position, feeling horrified in his heart.
These few breaking rumors actually fit into each other without a single flaw, and a sense of admiration arose in shock. Duan Zuozhang seemed to have given all his special skills to the three brothers and sisters without reservation.
But this time it was indeed a bad move. He never dreamed that Duan Shaoming, with his intelligence, would come up with such a design to lure him into being fooled.
It is very likely that this strategy was not thought up by the two brothers Duan Shaoming and Siming, but by the younger sister whose Wuhun sword skills were no less than those of the two elder brothers.
If this is the case, among the three brothers and sisters, the most difficult one to deal with must be the youngest Duan Xiaomei.
Having made up his mind, Yi Jing suddenly shouted wildly when the three sword energy attacks came close to him, "Shield of Martial Spirits."
With a bang, a bright yellow shield suddenly formed on his body. From the hood to the feet, he was tightly wrapped in the protection of shield energy.
Duan Xiaomei's sword, Duan Shaoming's knife, and Duan Siming's Wuhun Blade all hit the shield at the same time.
The sword energy came out from the sword. Duan Xiaomei thought that the powerful attack from the three brothers and sisters would at least cause serious injuries. Little did she know that the point where the sword tip pierced was like a mud cow entering the sea, like a gummy candy. A very frivolous force rebounded back. Fortunately, this force was fleeting, otherwise the rebound force alone would have been enough to injure the three brothers and sisters.
"Ah, the little heavenly martial soul is so angry!"
"Impossible, dad said, with a young man's cultivation level, it is absolutely impossible for a young man to break through to the martial soul realm of Xiao Tianzhi and above before the age of thirty."
Duan Shaoming immediately denied his younger sister's opinion of Yi Jing, but Duan Siming said viciously, "It's just one move, we still have many subtle methods that we haven't used yet. This guy doesn't refuse anyone who comes. He clearly underestimated us three brothers and sisters." Let us join forces and kill him."
"Second brother, stop." "Second brother, stop for a moment."
Neither Duan Xiaomei nor Duan Shaoming could stop Duan Siming's attack.
If it were another martial arts master, Yi Jing still wouldn't be able to do anything when the three of them fought together. You should retreat in order to protect yourself.
Smart people know this, but Duan Siming disagrees.
Although he understands the truth, relying on the strength of the crowd, if he can kill Yi Jing today, the singer will capture him alive. Even if it means being injured, it's worth it.
"Qiang!" The enhanced soul sword crossed with the sword in his hand, suddenly revealing a dazzling golden light. Under the intersection of electric light and flint, the tense atmosphere in the entire hall was overwhelming.
Wow! Duan Siming was so shocked that the tip of the knife turned outward, and with a whoosh, the sword in his hand was shot out of the door.
"The owner of the village has arrived."
"Qiang!" The blade sank into the pillar, leaving only the handle and half of the blade swinging back and forth in the air, almost missing the village owner Fan Jianxin who came to see what happened.
"Hey, what's going on with you guys?"
Manager Duo immediately shouted, "Someone is actually taking action in Fanzhuang. You guys, have you ever taken our owner seriously? Stop all of them, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." With a big wave of his hand, the village owner More than a dozen experts immediately took advantage of the opportunity and surrounded the people who were in the middle of the attack.
The Wuhun Guards of Beicheng Legion also immediately drew their swords towards each other, but not before receiving the order. They dare not take action.
What was originally a grudge between Yi Jing and the three brothers and sisters of the Duan family suddenly turned into a grudge between three parties, and the situation became extremely tense.
When Duan Shaoming saw Fan Jianxin arriving, he immediately smiled and rolled his eyes, "Master Fan Jianxin, you are here at the right time. Please come and do justice to Brother Yi Jing. I am here late at night and will go to where I am sleeping." Something bad happened. We caught it on the spot. Tell me, how should we deal with such a third-hand thief?"
Fan Jianxin said in astonishment, "City Lord Yi will steal your things? Is there any evidence?"
"Of course." Duan Siming immediately shouted.
Yi Jing said coldly, "Duan Siming, where is your so-called evidence?"
"Each of us is evidence. We all heard the sound of you rummaging through the cabinets in the eldest brother's room. Fortunately, the dozens of spiritual stones were kept safe by the eldest brother. They were not in the room, otherwise they would have fallen into your hands. In your hands. But your luck is a bit worse, and you are surrounded by us. What else can you say?"
Hearing Duan Siming's accusation, Fan Jianxin frowned and looked at Yi Jing.
Yi Jing put away the sword that strengthened the soul, and pushed away the swords of Duan Xiaomei and Duan Shaoming. He smiled and said, "Hey, that's what happened, you guys, you misunderstood me. I, Yi Jing, am rich all over the world. I hold a treasure in my hand. A powerful martial spirit army. Why be a thief? On the contrary, I came to you to search because I lost something.
If you don’t believe it, let’s go into your eldest brother’s bedroom and search it. What I lost is called Wuji Ice Technique. It's a secret book. This book is of great significance to me, Yi Jing. If there is any mistake, if it falls into the hands of someone with evil intentions, it will definitely bring disaster to the world, Master Fanzhuang. You came just in time to give me justice. Please file a lawsuit. I want to search Duan Shaoming's residence. "
"You, you... evil thief, you spit on others."
Yi Jing said lukewarmly, "Oh, you are accusing me, aren't you just talking nonsense? Everyone has to pay attention to evidence when talking. You said that I stole the spirit stone. But you can't provide any evidence. It's all you who say it. My own family is blaming, my own family is testifying, and everyone knows what is going on.
Now, if the eldest son of the Duan family has stolen Yi Jing's Wu Jihan Ice Technique, just search his bedroom and everything will become clear. Duan Shaoming, do you dare to search your bedroom for me? "