The bandit seemed to flash and like a swimming fish. He jumped to Yang Shaohua and slashed directly at him with a palm, which made Yang Shaohua look at him and was stunned. However, his reaction speed was not comparable to that of ordinary people. The following intention was to block the opponent's attack.

The bandits failed to hit each other, and their bodies were like willow catkins. They rotated on the spot, and then kicked them directly like him. This kick didn't have any strength, just like playing with him.

However, Yang Shaohua was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He held the hatchet with both hands and gustled the bandit's thighs directly.

The score between the sword and the general was only one, that is, the leg was broken. The bandit looked at the other party's merciless blow and his face changed. He hurriedly stopped his running body. His other foot was pressing, and his body hovered in the air, and it turned out like a ghost, flew backwards quickly, causing Yang Shaohua's attack to completely fail.

Looking at the other party's appearance, Yang Shaohua's heart suddenly calmed down. The bandits were not so invincible. However, the strong murderous aura on his body made him unable to accept it for a while. If he had only his strength, it would not be certain who would have won the death. Moreover, Yang Shaohua's two trump cards in his own hands had not been used yet.

With all this, Yang Shaohua had a little conclusive idea in his mind. He held the knife in both hands, and the wind waving in the air brought out a gust of breeze. He stepped on the ground gently and jumped up, like a carp leaping over the dragon gate. He rushed out and rose directly towards the bandit.

When the bandit was still in shock, he felt a dangerous aura coming in front of him. He smiled slightly and drew the long sword in his hand silently, directly greeting him.

Bang bang bang bang...

The long sword and the hatchet fought for a few brief battles, but the bandits were much weaker than Yang Shaohua in terms of speed and strength. Not long after, the bandits became defeated and fell into battle. They turned around in the air and landed on the huge rock not far away. However, it was not difficult to find that his hands were trembling at this time, and even a few more gaps appeared on the blue sword.

Looking at the bandits flying backwards, Yang Shaohua had a complete conclusion. He shouted in his heart and stepped up again, like an offline feather arrow, killing the bandits.

The bandit had just stabilized its body and found that the other party was attacking again. He suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

Hearing the bandit's words, Yang Shaohua paused, stopped three meters away from the other party, and his body was like a rock. He asked and stood still, looking at the other party with a little confusion.

"Boy is very strong. This is the first time I have encountered such a powerful opponent in so many years!" The bandit held a long sword in his hand and pointed the sword at the ground, with a slight doubt and reluctance on his face.

"The world is so great. You have been a soldier for so many years. You know that the eighth-grade martial artist is like an ant in this world. Any warrior can be crushed to death!" Yang Shaohua looked at the other party, took a deep breath, and said proudly, but he became secretly alert in his heart. The other party could survive until now, and he must not be an ordinary person.

"Okay, okay, a eighth-grade martial artist is like an ant. You guy, you really like me!" The bandit did not deny Yang Shaohua's words, but agreed very much, nodded at him, then his murderous intent flashed in his eyes, raised his sword and pointed at the other party and said, "I finally calmed down the restless martial soul power in my body. We can continue!"

Listening to the other party's words, Yang Shaohua was stunned, and then Ling Lie almost fell to the ground. However, he also made it clear that the showdown just now had already made the power of the martial soul in the bandit's body restless. If he pursued at this time, even if he could not kill him, he could seriously injure him. However, if he did not expect that the other party would completely suppress the restlessness of the martial soul power between these two sentences.

His face turned red. He didn't expect that the first time he was fighting against someone, he actually let the other party play with him. However, he remembered this lesson deeply in his heart.

Anger flashed in his eyes, and he shouted loudly. The hatchet continued to wave, turning into dozens of different sword shadows in the air, and directly attacking the bandits.

"Qingfeng Knife!"

After reaching the eighth grade, the second-class martial arts Qingfeng Knife has made him practice like fire and pure love. Each sword swing turns back and brings gusts of sword wind. However, what is even more terrifying is that the first sword wind has not dissipated, the second sword wind is followed by the third. In this way, a sword wind followed by a sword wind formed a natural sword wind barrier around his body. He himself is more like a huge meat grinder, walking forward quickly, but the cableway will be mercilessly shattered by sword wind, even the hard rock, not to mention the fragile ground, if it is not a single place, the ground will leave deep knife marks.

However, the anger in his heart was gradually shrouded by a powerful aura, becoming higher and higher like a building. Every sword was swung out, which made him feel extremely refreshed, as if he had completely vented his anger for so many years.

At this time, he understood what a real fight is, what a ignorant of life and death is, but now it is a complete practical battle, a kind of practical battle that cannot be understood in the family and cannot be estimated with wild beasts. Although wild beasts are powerful, they are not as cunning as humans.

However, despite this, Yang Shaohua was still very impressed by this opponent. Although Qingfeng Sword is only a second-class martial art, it is not something that ordinary people can take. However, the enemy in front of him kept dancing the long sword, his body retreated backwards, forming a silver barrier around his body, resolving his attacks one by one.

Looking at the opponent's strength, Yang Shaohua sighed in his heart. No wonder ordinary people are not opponents of bandits. If they are put on anyone, let alone the other party's strong strength. It is normal for the other party to hurt people with a cunning personality.

However, although the bandit is very powerful, under Yang Shaohua's continuous attack, his physical strength gradually became less and his original attack speed became slow. Yang Shaohua seemed to have no weakness.

"What a monster, I'm not weak?"

Ten minutes later, the bandit's mouth was filled with anxiety, and it seemed that he had really encountered a strong enemy today, and he kept cursing in his heart. Where did this freak come from? It can last for so long with the power of martial souls without any exhaustion, which made him feel unhappy.

Qingfeng Sword is not unfamiliar to him. There are also practices in the army. Some teams are even practicing. Using hundreds of people at the same time is completely different from using one person. Moreover, this sword technique is considered an upper level in the same level and can be regarded as a second-class martial art. However, it also has one of the biggest flaws, which is that it has very high requirements for the power of martial souls. If used for a long time, the power of martial souls in the body will become exhausted.

This kid looks like he is only about fifteen years old, but at this age he has reached the eighth grade, which is indeed shocking. Even if he is released from other towns, he is considered the number one genius.

After all this, he was not in a hurry and dealt with Yang Shaohua as much as possible, giving him a fatal blow when the moment his martial soul power was exhausted.

However, he felt that he had made a mistake in his plan. Yang Shaohua in front of him not only did not show the exhaustion of the power of the martial soul, but instead became more and more brave as he fought. The oppressive aura continued to increase in the sword wind, just as the martial soul power in his body was endless, and there was no end at all.

"What a freak, don't he know he's tired? Or has he already broken through to the ninth grade?"

This idea made the bandit himself stumble, otherwise it would be impossible to explain Yang Shaohua's current performance, but he was also a vicious person. It can be seen that this person has not made any breakthrough, but he should be not far from that film.

Thinking of this, he felt a sense of regret. He originally thought that he had encountered a cordyceps, but he didn't expect that he would have encountered such a hard-to-bite hard bone. If he had known this, he would have been bored and found a way to leave. However, now he was trapped by the other party's sword wind. It was extremely difficult to leave, even as difficult as the sky.

He flashed and waved his sword block to block the opponent's attack. His body quickly retreated and looked at the sword. At this time, there was a completely gap in the sword, which looked like a sawtooth, which made him cry. Moreover, he felt that if he continued like this, he would not be able to hold on for long.

At the same time, Qinglong Mountain is already full of pursuers. If he gets too much trouble with the young man in front of him, then when the pursuers come, he will be unable to fly.

Thinking of this layer, he took a deep breath, avoided Yang Shaohua's sword wind, and suddenly stepped on the ground, flying backwards like floating fluff.

While flying up, he raised the sword high with both hands, walked around the top of his head, and then shouted loudly. The broken sword was suddenly wrapped in a faint layer of martial soul power, and an invisible aura suddenly spread from the other party.

Looking at the bandit's actions, Yang Shaohua frowned slightly. Although he had always had the upper hand before, he knew that the other party did not use all his strength. Although he used the power of martial soul to block it, he did not use any large killer moves. Moreover, the other party never fought with him head-on, which made him feel like a big cotton and felt extremely depressed.

However, now it is different. How can the other party use martial arts directly to prevent him from being excited? However, while being excited, a dangerous breath came from above, causing him to feel a sharp heart. He pressed it down and quickly stopped his work. His feet suddenly hit the ground, like a panicked rabbit, running towards the distance.

But even if he dodges, the other party will stab him directly as if he is possessed by a sticky bone.

"Shredding!"

The bandit shouted loudly, and the sword was completely wrapped in the power of martial souls. Its body was empty in the air, and the whole person seemed to be a sharp sword that left his body, and directly killed Yang Shaohua.
Chapter completed!