Chapter 58 Yang Ming defeated the enemy and the elder of the Beggar Clan died tragically

Zhaixingzi was stunned, his true energy stopped flowing, and the flames in front of him immediately lowered.

"What's the matter?"

Zhaixingzi frowned and said, as if complaining that Yang Ming was wasting his energy.

"You said before that if you extinguish the flames in front of you, it will be considered a win. But if you directly injure or kill your people, will it be considered a win?"

"Nonsense, of course it counts!"

Zhaixingzi said a little impatiently, what kind of mentally retarded question did this kid ask?

"OK!"

Yang Ming nodded with a smile, then put one hand on the handle of the knife, and his whole body's aura suddenly changed!

The sword hasn't been unsheathed yet, but the sword intention has already spread throughout the body.

A connoisseur will know if it is there as soon as he reaches out his hand.

Zhaixingzi noticed the opponent's fierce sword intent, and Yang Ming was chosen by the opponent with great difficulty, so he must be extraordinary, so he did not dare to underestimate him.

The true energy surged into the flames in front of him, and the flames rose instantly, forming a pillar of fire.

As before, Zhaixingzi reached out and picked a spark from the flame, holding it on his fingertips.

Realizing that both sides were acting seriously, both the many martial arts cultivators behind Yang Ming and the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect became more energetic.

The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect even cheered and cheered.

"Elder brother has incredible magical powers, killing him is like picking something out of a bag!"

Zhaixingzi's face turned green due to the flames, but suddenly he heard Yang Ming say another sentence.

"etc!"

"What are you doing again?"

Zhaixingzi was interrupted again and became even more unhappy. What the hell is wrong with this kid?

"You disciples of the Xingxiu Sect said that your magical power is unparalleled, but that's not right. Who is Ding Chunqiu, the old monster from Xingxiu? If you are unparalleled, wouldn't you have overthrown him? Or even if you curse Ding Chunqiu, he will no longer be alive..."

Yang Ming analyzed it more seriously.

"I……"

All the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were immediately speechless. They usually used exaggeration to flatter others, but now that Ding Chunqiu was not present, of course they didn't think so much.

Even the many martial arts cultivators at the rear felt a little embarrassed.

"Will this kid do anything? It's not like he's just talking. He's so fussy and stingy..."

Zhaixingzi frowned and ordered the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect with a side face.

"Be careful next time and don't use this word..."

Before Zhai Xingzi finished the last word, a chill suddenly swept through his body, and even the hairs on his hair stood up!

"ah!"

Zhaixingzi shuddered, and the sparks at his fingertips immediately dissipated.

At the same time, the pillar of fire in front of you is divided to the left and right!

This was not controlled by Zhaixingzi, but a fierce sword energy directly broke it open!

Zhaixingzi no longer cared about this, he mobilized all his energy and tried his best to get out of the way.

"Whoa!"

The sword energy passed by, and the back hem of Zhai Xingzi's clothes fell off, and the incision was strictly straight.

At the same time, where Zhai Xingzi was standing before, there was a groove on the ground that was as deep as a finger!

Behind Zhaixingzi, a Xingxiu Sect disciple's body was split into two parts before he realized what was going on!

"So despicable to steal..."

Before Zhai Xingzi could get out of the way and finished cursing, the sword energy struck him again.

Sharp and dense!

Zhaixingzi had just been attacked by a sneak attack. He was unprepared and was distracted. He had lost the opportunity. Now he was still feeling cold and he hurriedly tried to avoid it again.

But Yang Ming's sword attack showed no mercy.

Zhaixingzi had escaped, but the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect behind him suffered a lot. How could they have the skills of Zhaixingzi?

Before they even moved, three more people were cut off by the sword energy in a blink of an eye.

A ball of green fire was constantly being passed by the wind of knives, and the flame became fragmented and swaying, but it remained unextinguished.

Yang Ming's attack was extremely fast and without any warning, but once he gained the upper hand, he was unyielding.

In an instant, Yang Ming had already made seventeen cuts, and his swords were fierce.

Zhaixingzi dodged one after another, and the skirt of his clothes was broken several times, but he was finally uninjured.

But when I looked back, I saw that the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were already dead and running away.

There were also several people whose limbs were mutilated by the air of the sword, but they were not completely dead. They lay on the ground and howled miserably.

Yang Ming is not under any psychological pressure. If he can't kill the Star Picker, why can't he kill these guys?

After a moment's pause with the sword, Yang Ming gathered strength in the air and slashed his hand!

As the blade appeared as if it was overwhelming Qian Yue, there were also densely packed wind blades condensed with true energy!

It directly covered a small area where Zhaixingzi was located.

As soon as this slash came out, even Zhai Xingzi suddenly felt a sense of oppression that penetrated his soul!

It was obviously just a knife, but it seemed like a huge mountain was pressing down!

In a daze, his breathing was a little unsmooth. It was really hard to imagine that Yang Ming would have such a fierce and vigorous swordsmanship at his level!

The green flame was flickered by the dense wind blades. Its size was much smaller than before, but it was still tenacious and showed no signs of extinguishing.

Zhaixingzi took a deep breath and looked at the green fire next to him.

He moved violently, unfolded his folding fan, and swung it quickly while rushing toward the flames.

The wind blade and the folding fan of Zhaixingzi intertwined in the air, making bursts of friction sounds.

The pluckable star has reached the flame.

A burst of true energy is injected into the green fire, and the flames immediately rise!

Directly forming a wall of fire, blocking the front.

As the green fire jumped, most of the flying wind blades were swallowed up, and the knife's power was not as smooth as it could split the green fire before.

Now when he comes into contact with Yantou, it seems that he has encountered a sticky force, and a lot of strength has been removed. It seems that neither side can do anything to the other.

Zhaixingzi did not dare to neglect, and a huge amount of true energy poured into the flames. At the same time, he flicked his fingers, and several dark green sparks separated and flew towards Yang Ming.

His move had worked wonders before, but this time before the sparks came close, Yang Ming had already disappeared.

Relying on Aolai's movement skills, he quickly pulled away. At the same time, the knife in his palm kept slashing out continuously.

Zhaixingzi cursed in his heart.

"Where does this kid get so much anger!"

In his opinion, Yang Ming's crazy sword attack with such intensity could not be sustained for long at his level.

But I never thought that the thickness of the other party's energy was far beyond imagination!

Zhaixingzi's true energy was also rushing out, injecting green fire, and he himself could hardly bear it.

But he didn't dare to let go, for fear that if he let go, he would be swallowed up by the opponent's fierce sword.

Behind them, this fight made all the martial arts cultivators exclaim in surprise.

At first, they disliked Yang Ming's mother-in-law, or Yang Ming's sneak attacks were not aboveboard enough.

But now, many people are secretly convinced!

They said before that Yang Ming's crying baby would be fed by milk, but now they discovered it.

Being able to cry is also a skill, and only those who have the strength are worthy of being emotional!

Yang Ming's offensive was pouring out like the wind and waves, but his body skills and gestures were elegant and graceful, with a unique sense of beauty. Not many people in the same realm could do it!

Several Songshan Sword Sect disciples even looked ugly.

To be honest, as sword cultivators, they have always prided themselves on the profoundness and profoundness of Songshan's swordsmanship and their continuous and powerful sword intent.

But now I can see what real continuous strength is!

Compared with Yang Ming's sword power, they are only small rivers at best...

In fact, Yang Ming was also pleasantly surprised.
To be continued...