In the middle of the clearings of the woods, a sword light suddenly lit up, jumping out of the sea like a red sun, shining brightly.

"The rising sun"

Yang Yijian finally used his strongest sword technique, and Chaoyang's sword rolled in with one qi, and unreasonably headed towards the attack and collision of the three men in Songshan Sect.

As the most beautiful baby in the Huashan School (who thinks he himself), Yang Yijian naturally had to choose the most beautiful sword technique in the Huashan School.

The best example of sword energy, Chaoyang Yiqi Sword, naturally became Yang Yijian's major in swordsmanship.

Yang Yijian is a pure person. He likes to be handsome and cool, but he just thinks it is so beautiful. He does not want to use this handsomeness to compete with anyone and to compare whom.

He likes swordsmanship and the handsomeness of dancing swords!

Huo Ruyi shoots nine sunsets,

As a wise as a group of emperors, dragons are flying.

Come like thunder and furious,

As if the clear light is condensed in the rivers and seas.

This is Yang Yijian's pursuit. Now he can't shoot the Nine Suns like Yi, nor can he be furious, but he keeps moving in this direction.

He can already rise up to the sun, and his way is bright.

Chaoyang Yiqi Sword has eighteen styles, three of which tend to be defense, and two styles tend to change offense and defense, and use force to attack. At this moment, Yang Yijian was abandoned, and all his mind was running the thirteen attack moves.

With one person's strength, three first-class experts will be defeated by attacking against each other.

"clang"

"Tu"

The sword sheath stabbed the sword of the thin man, and the sword stretched out, stabbed the sword tip of the man in gray quickly. The sword rotated with force and appeared in the palm of the strong man's hand.

The three of them were stimulated by the dazzling sword light, and their hands were slightly slower, and Yang Yijian's offensive began.

Yang Yijian's Baoyuan Jin has been cultivated to the late stage of the fifth level, and his internal strength is similar to the gray-clad man among the three, but Yang Yijian has more physical advantages.

Fifteen years ago, Yue Buqun personally awarded him some of the Yijing bone forging chapters based on Yang Yijian's physical conditions, his hobbies, and martial arts practice direction, mainly to strengthen the tenacity and strength of his limbs and waist.

After fifteen years of cultivation, his limbs and waist quality has become much better than ordinary people, and he is much stronger than a master. He is reflected in his close-range cutting steps and moving, with extremely fast speed, and his swords are drawn from front, back and left and right, and he is even more at will. The wolfdog waist is no longer enough to describe his strength.

In just a moment, the three of them seemed to face their opponents alone.

Yang Yijian's sword light flashed, and his body quickly rotated. A long sword drew out tens of light, and three consecutive swords, almost cutting off the strong man's wrist. Then he fought with the thin man with two swords. The strong internal force shocked the thin man's wrist sore, and he had to take two steps back.

He turned his body, avoided the sudden stab of the man in gray, cut the stabs from left to right, and jingled the four swords with the man in gray.

With the help of retreating, the thin man's expression came to the thin man's heart, and the long sword pierced the thin man's heart like lightning. The thin man's wrist had not recovered yet. He was secretly shocked by the performance of the Huashan disciple, and took two steps back and avoided it.

The strong man rubbed his body and slapped Yang Yijian's right arm while Yang Yijian's long sword was outside.

Yang Yijian hit the strong man's elbow and hit the palm of his strong man. He jumped with force and jumped to the head of the man in gray, and slashed hard with a sword on his head.

The man in gray refused to give in. With a sword, his body was slashed and retreated three feet apart. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Take it quickly!"

The strong man and the thin man knew what the man in gray meant. The speed and power displayed by the Huashan disciples were extremely fierce and violent, far exceeding the performance of Chaoyang Yiqi Sword, but they would definitely not last long. As long as the momentum fell and the internal strength was not maintained, it would be the time for him to die.

The two of them shouted softly, and their internal force was running rapidly and they rushed forward.

Yang Yijian's internal force was at its peak, and the flexible and long characteristics of the Baoyuan Strength were fully utilized. With a long whistle, the sword light was magnificent.

"As the best of the sun"

The scorching, swift, sharp sword light pounced on the top, hovered in front of the three people, colliding with the three people's palm swords, without any exhaustion.

The four of them were wandering around in this narrow clearing ground in the forest. Countless grass clippings, leaves, soil, sand and gravel were scattered and splashed by powerful force.

The shrill, dull, high-pitched, and sharp sounds were chaotic in this mountain forest.

Yang Yijian's internal force was already 20% higher than the previous maximum speed. His meridians were vaguely ached, but his arms were still stable, countless sword lights were scattered out, sharp blades cut through the space, and his body kept leaping, trying to face only one enemy in front of him.

The specific images of the three people were no longer visible in front of me. I only rely on my super strong combat instinct to judge the opponent's attack direction from the opponent's little bit of physical movements, and then either intercept or dodge immediately.

One third of a quarter of an hour!

Such a high-intensity exercise has been running for a full third of a quarter of an hour.

The man in gray couldn't help but be surprised. Could this Huashan disciple be so crazy?

There were several opportunities, this Huashan disciple could actually escape from the encirclement of three people, but he did not escape!

If this continues, there is no need to siege the three of you. The internal force running at such a high speed will break the meridian pulses and keep the person alive!

Is a young master so rare to train from the Huashan Sect, who died here like this?

The man in gray felt a little unbelievable. The long-term instinct made his facial features automatically search out, and three high-speed approaching voices suddenly entered his ears.

"trap!"

A terrible thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

A young Huashan master is already so difficult to deal with. With three of them, they may be in danger.

Yang Yijian's strong performance completely destroyed the man in gray's desire to win, and he was the first to think of running away.

"The wind is tight!"

"Turn!"

The man in gray made a quick decision and shouted loudly, slashed at Yang Yijian hard, turned around and ran away.

Yang Yijian blocked the sword and leaped to the thin man with the force. The long sword suddenly stabbed, and dozens of sword tips suddenly appeared in front of the thin man.

The strong man is also an experienced person. When he heard the warning from the man in gray, he swung his palm and his body slanted. He took advantage of the momentum to jump out and ran towards the south without hesitation.

At the same time, the thin man also noticed that a master was approaching quickly behind him, knowing that he was the most dangerous, but he was stopped by Yang Yijian at this moment. As long as he took dozens of swords, he would definitely be surrounded and besieged. Death was the only end.

The thin man shouted loudly, his eyes were bright and he kicked his feet, ignored the sword tips all over the sky, rushed towards Yang Yijian, stabbed the sword and hit him in a fit.

If you don’t avoid it, you will die together!

Yang Yijian's hands and feet had begun to become weak, and he also believed in the strength of his uncle and senior brothers. He made a mistake and moved his body three feet away, avoiding the thin man's fierce sword of life-sacrificing.

The thin man jumped away at high speed and passed by. Without any hesitation, Yang Yijian sucked and spitted his sword, and the tip of the sword pierced into the thin man's left rib.

The thin man snorted in pain, his feet kept stopping, his speed remained constant, and he jumped over quickly.

Yang Yijian's head was filled with mist, and he was breathing heavily, his face turned pale, his body shook, and he almost fell down. He quickly stood in the open space with his hands on his long sword and barely stood in the open space.

Three-month-old white body rushed over from the north forest. She glanced at Yang Yijian, and all jumped high, rushed past, and chased the three men from Songshan Sect dozens of feet away.

Yang Yijian smiled and was in a very cheerful mood.

Three!

It’s not bad for three veteran top experts to join us.

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