Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

Lei Wujie dodged sideways, stretched out a finger to clamp a knife, and channeled frosty true energy, Ye Xiaoying's left arm suddenly felt a biting chill.

At the same time, the other hand uses the upper section of the nunchuck to block the other knife, and then pushes the next section of the stick with the hand, so that it can be drawn to Ye Xiaoying's forehead, and then bounces back to his hand.

"Is it comfortable?" Lei Wujie smiled smugly.

"Damn it, I'll hack you to death!" Ye Xiaoying was humiliated like this for the first time by a junior, and immediately lost his mind.

Immediately withdrew his two sabers, resorted to a domineering and savage saber technique, and slashed at Lei Wujie overwhelmingly.

"It's amazing how strong you are, try my lightning 55 consecutive whips!"

Lei Wujie shouted in a low voice, his nunchuck moves are infinitely varied, chopping, sweeping, punching, pumping, lifting, pulling a series of attacks like mercury pouring down the ground, beating Ye Xiaoying back steadily.

"Nanai's, where did this kid learn this weird martial art, just hit the upper three moves in the previous move, and then changed to the lower three moves in a blink of an eye, it's impossible to guard against."

Ye Xiaoying felt that it would be embarrassing to lose if this went on, so he took a big step back and stuck his two knives on the ground.

"What's the matter, are you admitting defeat?" Lei Wujie retracted the nunchuck and said with a smile.

"No." Ye Xiaoying puffed out his chest, still maintaining a majestic image, "I came here this time to see the Wufang Fist of the Lei family, not this weird stick technique."

Lei Wujie flicked Ye Xiaoying's thumb down with a disdainful look in his eyes.

"You are not strong enough. If you want to change the way of fighting, just say it. I have always sympathized with the elderly."

"Old people?" Ye Xiaoying's mouth trembled, thinking that he must teach Lei Ge a good lesson for this ignorant brat later.

"Look at the trick!" Ye Xiaoying threw out a punch, and the powerful fist struck Lei Wujie with a tearing wind.

He has rich combat experience, although through the fight just now, he knows that Lei Wujie's martial arts are far superior to his, but his physical fitness seems to be insufficient, presumably because he has experienced many battles.

Therefore, every punch of Ye Xiaoying was wide open and closed, forcing Lei Wujie to dodge temporarily with light work.

Lei Wujie also saw his intentions, and his eyes were slightly focused. Although each of his light kung fu is full of explosive power, it has a big disadvantage that it consumes a lot of internal energy. Depleted and defeated.

Moreover, Ye Xiaoying was wearing golden armor, and now he was short of true qi, so a counterattack with only a pair of fleshy palms would not be effective.

"Boy, what about your Wu Fang Fist, why don't you use it?"

After Ye Xiaoying gained the upper hand, he looked happy.

But Lei Wujie thought that he was mocking his Lei family's poor martial arts practice.

"Old man, if you have the ability to take off your turtle shell, it should be fair."

"No, no, on the battlefield each depends on his own ability, there is no need to talk about martial arts."

Seeing that Ye Xiaoying was still relentlessly attacking, punching a hole in the ground several times, if he hadn't dodged in time, he might have lost half his life, now Lei Wujie was completely annoyed.

"Rely on the old to sell the old, you want to see violent boxing, don't you?"

"Then I'll show you enough, Big Dipper Hundred Crack Fist, ah da da da da da."

In anger, Lei Wujie chose the most powerful boxing technique he learned in the anime.

I saw a domineering fist transforming into the sky in front of him, and in an instant, frost, flames, and strong winds enveloped every inch of Ye Xiaoying's body.

"Good time!" Ye Xiaoying laughed, mistaking it for the Lei Family's Wulei Tiangang Fist.

He continued to meet him with open and close fists, but Ye Xiaoying's fist was instantly shattered, and he fell into a one-sided beating.

Seeing that Ye Xiaoying's golden armor was smashed, Murong Xiyin couldn't help poking Ye Wan'er's waist.

"Tsk tsk, if this continues, your husband may lose someone."

"Hmph." Ye Wan'er pushed her hand away in disgust, and snorted coquettishly, "He himself said that it is an honor for a man to die on the battlefield."

"Just now he compared the battle with Lei Wujie to a duel on the battlefield, even if he was killed, he would be inferior to others."

"Oh, what a heartless woman." Murong Xiyin spread her hands pretending to regret.

Sikong Qianluo just listened to what the two said about the husband and the battlefield, and then recalled the double swords used by the golden armored general, and finally suddenly realized.

"Too bad, the person Xiao Jie is beating up now is General Ye Xiaoying, we must stop him."

At this time, after Lei Wujie smashed Ye Xiaoying's golden armor, he greeted him fiercely. Ye Xiaoying's mask was shattered and he was beaten into a pig's head.

"Damn, you're so ugly, no wonder you have to wear a mask." Lei Wujie spat on Ye Xiaoying's face after knocking him out.

Seeing Ye Xiaoying's miserable state, even Murong Xiyin, an outsider, felt very sympathetic, and couldn't help but pat Ye Wan'er on the shoulder.

"Why don't you try to persuade him, I'm afraid he can't help but give another punch, which will really kill your husband."

Ye Wan'er checked with the air machine, and said that he was fine: "He still has half his life at least, and ten more punches may not necessarily kill him."

Murong Xiyin's beautiful eyes widened, and she said in shock: "Sometimes I really doubt, is he really your husband-in-law?"

Lei Wujie lifted the fainted Ye Xiaoying, showing a cruel smile.

"At your level, you still want to avenge Dian Ye?"

"Later, I'm going to splash you with water to wake you up, and beat you up again like I did just now."

"I want to see you begging for mercy, hahaha~"

"Xiaojie stop, he is Ye Xiaoying!" Sikong Qianluo came to him and reminded loudly.

"Ye Xiaoying?" Lei Wujie was slightly taken aback, as if he had heard this name before.

"Let go of my father!" A pleasant female voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts.

Lei Wujie looked up, and saw a 12-year-old girl in a green shirt, very similar to Ye Wan'er, following behind Wang Chu and Ye Ziying soldiers, looking at this place with anxious eyes.

"Ruoyimo, don't worry, this uncle is just learning martial arts with your father."

Ye Wan'er gently hugged the girl in green shirt, her brows were full of doting.

And Wang Chu and other soldiers also put down their weapons, restraining their killing intent towards Lei Wujie.

"But he... beat daddy too badly, right?" the girl in green shirt asked with puzzled eyes.

Ye Wan'er gently stroked her daughter's head and said with a smile:

"Your father did it voluntarily. Only by fighting with real masters can you see a wider world."

"Oh." The girl nodded half-understanding.

"This is my daughter Ye Ruoyi." Ye Wan'er smiled at Lei Wujie, and then patted the green shirt girl on the shoulder.

"Zuoyi, quickly call him uncle."

"Nani!" Lei Wujie was in a bad mood, he just remembered that Ye Xiaoying was Ye Ruoyi's father, and Ye Ruoyi was Lei Wujie's lover in the original book.

Ye Ruoyi was slightly taken aback, but still saluted Lei Wujie politely.

"Zuoyi met uncle."

"Hi, little Ruoyi." Lei Wujie scratched his head in embarrassment, feeling that the first time he met Ye Ruoyi, the sense of disobedience was too strong.

He remembered that the age difference between Lei Wujie and Ye Ruoyi should not be one year apart in the original book, why did this world change their ages so frantically?