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Although Jing Wuming had many wounds on his body, they were not fatal, and were light and shallow. It seemed that he was injured by a dagger or a thin sword. It was difficult to believe that this was caused by a wide and thick sword.

Looking at the wound on Jing Wuming's body, Shangguan Jinhong's pupils shrank again. This was the first time he had seen such a brilliant sword technique. Jing Wuming's sword technique was trained by him, and his understanding of sword technique was beyond his reach. It was because of his understanding that he was surprised.

He just saw Yang Yi rushing forward, and was extremely surprised by Yang Yi's light body skills. When he took the Feifeng Golden Ring that was shocked by Yang Yi, he felt even more incredible about Yang Yi's internal strength. Now seeing the sword wound on Jing Wuming's body, Shangguan Jinhong's face was so ugly that it could not be ugly anymore. He suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Yi: "You are from overseas?"

"overseas?"

Yang Yi was stunned and then laughed: "It is said that Shen Lang and Shen Daxia were sailing away from the Central Plains. It seems that you think I am his overseas descendant?"

Shangguan Jinhong said: "Who can have such swordsmanship except for the disciples of Shen Lang, and who can have such skills?"

"Shen Lang?" Yang Yi sighed, "I have heard of his name for a long time, sooner or later." He looked at Shangguan Jinhong, "You don't need to guess my identity, nor can you guess it, let alone the dying person, what's the point of knowing it?"

Shangguan Jinhong took a deep breath, and the dragon and phoenix rings disappeared in his hands, "You are so good at swordsmanship and internal skills, Jinhong admires you!"

Yang Yi said: "Although the sword technique is not very good, it is enough to deal with the Shangguan Gang leader!"

Shangguan Jinhong said: "Your Excellency has been seen before, and I know I will lose. From now on, you will be in the world for a day, and Jinhong will not leave the world for a day!"

He clasped his fists and said, "Goodbye!"

Yang Yi laughed: "Do you want to leave? Are you leaving?"

Without waiting for Shangguan Jinhong to say anything, Yang Yi suddenly stepped forward and punched him, "You can take this punch from me, you can leave!"

"I can't take it, die!"

After a battle with the martial arts master, the Taoist master, Yang Yi, in the main world, was defeated, but he also gained a lot. Combined with Yang Shenxing's preaching and answering questions a few days ago, his understanding of martial arts has taken another step forward. At this time, he punched forward, which is the decisive state of the country's boxing technique. At normal times, he punched with one punch, and it was sure that his power was extremely powerful, like a lightning strike, like a cannon, extremely powerful, and it felt like he crashed into a city and collapsed the mountain. But now when he punched out, his fist was a mountain, and the fist wind was a city wall, rumbling towards Shangguan Jinhong.

In Shangguan Jinhong's eyes, Yang Yi's fist had filled the world and covered the four fields. He felt that he could not retreat and could not avoid it. All directions of his body were already shrouded by Yang Yi's fist. The double rings he had put away appeared in his hands again, hitting Yang Yi's chest with one ring and locking 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's ribs. Yang Yi's left fist was also blasted out at this time, with one punch to determine the flying ring and one punch to shake the long sword.

With a light sound, the long sword in Jing Wuming's hand was shocked again. At this time, Yang Yi had already dodged a golden ring flying over and hit Shangguan Jinhong's punch. When he was barely intersecting with Shangguan Jinhong's dragon-shaped golden ring, he suddenly stopped. At this time, Shangguan Jinhong locked Yang Yi's golden ring and could not close enough to move back, so he had to cut back. Yang Yi's fist continued to strike forward after the dragon-shaped golden ring locked in Shangguan Jinhong's hand.

Shangguan Jinhong had never seen such a profound and subtle person who had control over himself. When he punched and sword, he stopped at the same time, without any difficulty. At this time, he saw that his fist had reached the door and had nowhere to hide, so he had to push the ring to greet him.

Yang Yi's fist suddenly shook and hit the side of the dragon-shaped golden ring. At the same time, he lowered his head and bowed. It turned out that the flying phoenix ring he had just avoided had swirled over and circled towards his neck.

The fist rings intersected, Shangguan Jinhong's body shook loudly, and his feet slid down the ground for several meters before he stopped, and bleeding came from the corner of his mouth. At this time, Yang Yi's left fist had already hit Jing Wuming. While bombing Jing Wuming, he closed his fist and hit him sideways. The flying phoenix ring that had just passed by his head was hit by him with a punch, making a loud clanging sound, and quickly swirling to the woods in the distance.

At this time, Jing Wuming's lower half was soaked in the river, lying on the shore and bleeded blood. Shangguan Jinhong's mouth was bleeding and stood still.

Guo Songyang was stunned.

Yang Yi laughed and stopped, "Okay! You two can actually take me one punch without death, which is beyond my expectations." His face suddenly turned cold: "Why don't you get out of here!"

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

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

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a "cracking" sound came from the woods in the distance. Guo Songyang looked along the sound. In the woods next to him, several big trees fell to the ground, with branches and leaves flying around, but were cut off by the golden ring that Yang Yi had just knocked into the woods.

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

He was captured by Yang Yi's aura just now and did not look at Yang Yi's appearance. At this time, he looked at it carefully and was even more surprised, "How old is the little brother?"

Yang Yi smiled without answering, just asked, "Can you still walk by yourself now?"

Guo Songyang said: "Yes!"

Yang Yi took out two porcelain bottles from his arms, "You are really lucky! I was beaten half to death, and I lost several bottles of elixirs on my body. But these two bottles of elixirs are still safe in my arms. It can be seen that my brother is indeed lucky!"

Guo Songyang smiled bitterly and said, "I would rather not have such a blessing!"

Yang Yi handed Guo Songyang two bottles of injury medicine in his hand: "Take Dan Wan internally and apply powder externally, take Dan Wan first."

Guo Songyang took the pill as he said, meditated and adjusted his breath for a moment, stood up and said, "It's really a good medicine."

Yang Yi said: "Brother, I will save your life. Should you treat me to a meal? By the way, I will invite me to have some wine?"

Guo Songyang laughed: "Come with me!"

He smiled and said, "There are some good dishes! There are some good wines! There is also an excellent wine companion!"

Yang Yi said: "Oh? Then I have to meet you!"

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

When the strong wind blew, Guo Songyang's blood-stained clothes were blown by the wind, making a sound, and his wounds appeared faintly.

The two walked along the stream for a while, and saw the river channel, and there were two people running towards them.

One man and one woman came.

The man is a middle-aged man, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. His face is blue and white, and his eyes are covered with wrinkles. It seems that every wrinkle contains the sadness and helplessness of his life, and every wrinkle is filled with sadness and misfortune.

He seemed to be sick. When he was walking, he occasionally stretched out his fist to cover his mouth with the heart of his fist and coughed a few times.

His expression was haggard, giving people the feeling that he seemed to be about to fall, but he had not fallen yet, but he seemed to never fall.

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

He had seen Guo Songyang at this time, and his steps had slowed down. His always melancholy face suddenly burst out with a smile from the bottom of his heart. After seeing it, his heart became warmer unconsciously.

Guo Songyang had already strode forward.
Chapter completed!