Yang Yijian quickly took a light step forward in the roar, blocked the sword sheath with his left hand, kicked his feet, and rushed to the right with the force.

The sword light gathered behind him, and a long sword suddenly emerged from the sword light, and appeared in Yang Yijian's vest in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yijian turned his hand and blocked the sword, blocked the sword in front of the opponent's sword tip, blocked the sword, and used the force again, broke the angle, crossed the strong man with a knife, and jumped towards the forest in front of the right.

As soon as my feet fell to the ground, I was about to leap forward, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw the strong man wave his hand, and the long sword came out of his hand and stabbed him behind him.

The long sword was thrown by the strong man with all his strength. It was as fast as lightning, and the force contained should not be as heavy as a thousand pounds. With the shrill sound of breaking through the air, it instantly arrived behind Yang Yi's exercise with Yang Yi's mourning sound.

Yang Yijian raised his eyebrows, dared not neglect it, took a deep breath, and turned his body back, and when he lifted the long sword, he only felt the sword in his hand sinking, and the long sword that had been stabbed.

With a strong internal force, the long sword in his hand flashed, changed the direction of the long sword flying, rubbed Yang Yijian's right arm, and roared towards the woods behind him.

A flash of eyes was seen, but the thin man jumped with the long sword he stabbed. Seeing Yang Yijian's long sword thrust outward, he stabbed him without hesitation.

Yang Yijian pulled the long sword and cut the sword horizontally. The thin man did not touch Yang Yijian's long sword. The tip of the sword flashed, his body misstepped, and his body jumped forward, and he had already reached Yang Yijian's left side and stabbed Yang Yijian with a sword.

Yang Yijian carried the strong man's long sword to the right rear. The thin man occupied Yang Yijian's left. When the strong man retrieved the long sword, he was another front-back encirclement.

Yang Yijian snorted, kicked his feet, and then rushed forward with a very fast speed. He avoided the thin man's sword and chased the strong man who was taking the knife with his bare hands.

"careful!"

The thin man sang a loud reminder, feeling a little annoyed.

Both of them are first-class experts who have been famous for a long time, and their martial arts experience is the best choice. Anyone who goes out is a well-known brand in the world, and no one dares not ignore it.

But this young disciple of Huashan was treacherous and turned around and ran away when he saw something wrong. He didn't even think about testing his own feet and measuring his own depth.

Ren from the Huashan Sect is righteous!

The Huashan Sect’s sword energy is everywhere!

All of them were thrown into the ravine!

The disciples taught by Yue Buqun are indeed so hypocritical!

The strong man was only seven or eight feet away from the long knife pierced on the tree trunk. He didn't dare to hesitate when he heard this. He reached out and took out a flying knife. He raised his hand and shot it at Yang Yijian. He kept leaping towards the long knife again.

Yang Yijian did not stop at all. The sword stabbed towards the flying knife, and the internal force was ignited. The sword body suddenly rose and fell like waves. The flying knife shot just in time. It rubbed against the shaking sword, changed direction, and shot towards the thin man chasing behind him.

The thin man was a little surprised and quickly used a sword to activate the flying knife that was shot from the ground, and the speed was a beat slower.

The strong man was approaching the big tree with a long sword inserted, and looked at the Huashan disciple who was chasing him quickly. He thought that when he pulled out the long sword, the Huashan disciple would chase him.

Then he stood up and rushed towards the long sword about two meters high above the ground.

Yang Yijian had already chased him five feet away. As long as the strong man pulled out his long sword, he would fall into a conquering one after another, and his situation was extremely unfavorable.

Taking a deep breath, Jin Yan's power reached its peak, and her body speed suddenly increased, jumped high, and flew across the sky like lightning, knocking down the long sword.

The sword was raised high, and a terrifying sword light radiated, and it slashed at the sword and the strong man with one sword.

The strong man's right hand had already touched the hilt of the knife. When he turned around, he saw Yang Yijian suddenly accelerate and pounced over like lightning. The sword was stern and windy, obviously containing strong internal force.

At this moment, even if you draw out the long sword that is two feet deep into the tree trunk, you will definitely be unable to compete with this sword in a hurry.

The strong man sighed inwardly, let go of his long sword, kicked his feet on the trunk, and jumped out to avoid Yang Yijian's wild sword.

Yang Yi was as sincere as water, and his long sword slashed down with force, breaking the hilt of the long sword like a rotten one, leaving only a piece of blade on the tree.

The strong man was extremely annoyed. Although this sword was not a magic weapon, he had been following him for many years and was already very familiar with him. He did not expect that he would be destroyed under the sword of the second-generation disciple of Huashan today, which was really embarrassing.

He took a secret breath, slapped out with his palm, and hit Yang Yijian's left side.

The strong man had rich experience in the battle and knew that he could not protect his long sword. He chose to take a very particular foothold. It was the side where Yang Yijian destroyed the sword and landed. He just waited for his leisure to intercept Yang Yijian.

As soon as Yang Yijian landed, the shadow of the palm on his left appeared, covering the seven acupoints faintly, and did not dare to underestimate them. In an instant, seven swords were released, resisting the strong man's seven palms. He felt the long sword vibrate, and a huge force attacked from the sword body.

Songyang Palm!

It’s indeed a thief from the Songshan Sect!

"Squeeze"

The sharp sword behind him penetrated the sky, and the thin man chased him closer again. Yang Yijian snorted, kicked his feet, and suddenly jumped into the air, jumped three feet high, reached out and grabbed a branch that stretched out, pulled hard, and jumped to the top of the tree.

Without even looking at the two of them, they jumped to the north.

"asshole!"

The strong man cursed, chased after him, ran wildly under the tree, leaning over and picking up some stones, and raising his hands to hit Yang Yijian on the top of the tree.

The thin man followed Yang Yijian tightly and chased through the treetops.

Yang Yijian kept jumping in the treetops, dodging left and right, never allowing the two to form an encirclement.

The three of them fought wits and courage, and fought to chase north for about ten miles, which shocked all the birds and beasts. Several mountain people who were hunting in the mountains saw each other from afar. They suspected that they saw the mountain ghost, so they crawled and rolled out early.

Yang Yijian was not anxious and slowly dealt with the two of them. He defeated the skinny man's entanglement with one sword, swung his sword grid to open a stone shot from the strong man, and fell towards a big tree.

Suddenly, his legs shrank, his group bent, and his sword blocked his head.

A long sword soared into the sky from under the tree, unstoppable, and stabbed Yang Yijian's long sword.

Yang Yi was in the void and had nowhere to leverage his power. He felt that the long sword was extremely powerful. His body's whereabouts disappeared completely and was hit five or six feet high. When he was straightened, he was already ten feet high, with his feet empty, just in the middle of several big trees.

Two sounds of clothes sounded, and the strong man and the thin man arrived and occupied two corners of Yang Yi's fitness.

Yang Yijian looked at the other corner, and an old man in gray-clothed clothes slowly walked out of the tree, looking at Yang Yijian landing from the air.

The three formed a triangle and stared at the Huashan disciple who was landing slowly in the center of the venue.

After nearly half an hour of abandonment, the people who connected to him had to show up before surrounding the cunning Huashan disciple. The shame and anger in the eyes of the three of them were no longer concealed. The murderous intent hidden in their eyes appeared and slowly walked into the clearings in the woods.

Yang Yijian was running the Yuanjin at high speed, using the Jinyan Gong and slowly landing time, while adjusting his body and smoothing his internal strength.

He knew that at the moment he landed, the most fierce attacks of the three first-class masters would come to him.

But Yang Yijian was not panicked at all. He jumped high and saw further.

Several blurred figures flashed in the mountains and forests. It was the support arranged by the mountains, and my helper had arrived.

But the most dangerous moment in his life has come!

Three first-class experts, waiting for their leisure to work, and jointly attack a nearly fixed target. Can he, Yang Yijian, take the power he can display?

Yang Yijian landed on the ground with his feet.

Two sword lights flashed, one piercing to the right neck and the other piercing to the left chest.

The strong man's palm arrived almost at the same time and printed it to Yang Yijian's back.
Chapter completed!