Comprehensive martial arts: At the beginning of Juxian Village, the crowd will become stronger

Chapter 51 One knife fights many swords, facing the big Songyang hand
The speed of Yang Ming's attack was so fast that the other disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect didn't even realize it, and Wang Sen was already trampled under their feet.

After being attacked, the rest of them subconsciously moved away before drawing out their weapons.

"what are you doing!"

"Where do you come from without eyes, you..."

Several people were shocked and angry, but Yang Ming asked again.

"Who is Wang Jiaxing?"

With this question, several people's eyes unconsciously drifted to one person.

"Senior Brother Wang, is this your enemy?"

one of them asked.

Wang Jiaxing had also drawn out his long sword, looked at Yang Ming, and at Wang Sen who was trampled under his feet, furious.

"Boy, no matter who you are, you are dead!"

Wang Jiaxing said harshly.

What he said was not an exaggeration at all, in this day and night, someone dared to openly attack the disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect?

Uncle Da Songyang, Fei Bin, and other masters are all sitting in Zuixianlou behind!
But Yang Ming ignored his threat, but looked over.

"You are Wang Jiaxing?"

"court death!"

Wang Jiaxing didn't answer, and directly attacked with a sword, trying to save Wang Sen.

Several other disciples of the Songshan Sword Sect had also reacted, and they immediately stepped forward to attack.

For a while, they attacked Yang Ming from different directions.

The Songshan School is one of the Five Sacred Sword Schools, so their swordsmanship should not be underestimated.

Especially these people are brothers from the same sect, and there is a faint hint of sword formation when they make a move.

Yang Ming had already spotted it before he started. They were all average in strength. Only Wang Jiaxing broke through to the early stage of Qi Gathering Realm not long ago. strength.

Those who are too weak will not be brought out by Fei Bin.

Facing the attack, Yang Ming didn't panic at all.

Directly exert force on the feet, while holding the handle of the sky candle.

"Ow... um..."

As soon as Yang Ming kicked hard, Wang Sen let out a scream, but his voice was immediately turned into a whimper.

"Shh!"

A cold saber intent enveloped the vicinity.

Before a few people attacked, the saber intent and sword energy collided in the air, making a harsh friction sound.

Yang Ming drew his sword straight out.

In the blink of an eye, a flash of azure blue blade light flashed in the bright white.

The three Songshan Sword Sect disciples in front of them approached aggressively, but they were sent flying backwards in an instant.

The long swords were all released from their hands, spitting blood.

"what?"

Wang Jiaxing was startled, but Yang Ming had already fought with several Songshan Sword Sect disciples beside him and behind him.

ding ding ding...

A series of long metallic sounds hit people's eardrums.

Yang Ming actually blocked several people's swordsmanship like a storm with one sword at a time.

Then suddenly everything turned sideways, and several disciples of the Songshan School hurriedly dodged.

After taking a few steps back, I looked down and my scalp felt cold!
The clothes on the stomachs of several people have been neatly cut.

If the dodge was a little slower just now... the consequences can be imagined!

Several people couldn't help being afraid.

But when he looked up, Yang Ming had already fought Wang Jiaxing backhanded.

This match is really beautiful, not only the moves are fierce, but also one sword against multiple swords, it is very enjoyable to watch!
Sun Feng and Hong Sanming saw that Yang Ming really dared to fight with the Songshan faction, they were already trembling with fright, but the subordinates they brought were not idle.

They didn't care too much, especially Hong Sanming's subordinates, many of whom were pirates and water thieves, and it was no big deal to watch the excitement. Seeing the bravery of the Patriarch, they immediately clamored and applauded one after another.

Wang Jiaxing is the most powerful, and he also has a lot of experience in the 17-style Songshan swordsmanship. At this time, a series of aggressive attacks are trying to force Yang Ming back.

Accompanied by the swordplay, the surrounding area was full of strong sword energy, causing many onlookers to avoid it hastily.

The two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, but no matter how Wang Jiaxing changed the angle of attack, Yang Ming easily caught it with one hand.

Not to mention forcing Yang Ming back, the other party didn't even shake slightly.

At the same time, Yang Ming stepped on Wang Sen's head as if on purpose, rubbing and ravaging the ground repeatedly.

When Wang Jiaxing glanced around, he could see the deformation of Wang Sen's head visible to the naked eye.

Rubbing the soles of his feet, Wang Sen's facial features turned downward, and was directly embedded in Yang Ming's step, and the bridge of his nose was broken and sunken in.

He kept scratching and pulling his hands in the air, his whole body twitching.

Wang Jiaxing was anxious and angry, and the attack strength in his hands was much lighter.

"You, you let people go first, and those who have the guts will challenge me one-on-one!"

Wang Jiaxing was almost impatient, and roared.

But the next second he regretted it.

The moves of the two were compact, Wang Jiaxing softened his hand slightly, and immediately switched the offensive and defensive momentum.

Yang Ming just wanted to focus on defense, and tried the Songshan sword technique, and now he has a good idea.

The momentum on his body changed suddenly, and the saber intent was awe-inspiring, turning from defense to offense.

Wang Jiaxing only felt a rush of energy rushing towards his face, his hair and clothes fluttered.

"not good!"

It was too late for Wang Jiaxing to understand.

Yang Ming directly slashed at him, and Wang Jiaxing hurriedly danced the long sword in his hand.

Countless sword qi formed layer upon layer of defense in front of him, removing Yang Ming's sword qi one after another.

But Yang Ming's saber momentum was astonishing, and his saber intent kept rising all of a sudden!
Several layers of sword energy were directly smashed to pieces.

Wang Jiaxing turned pale with shock, and only wanted to pull away at this moment, but it was too late.

Countless small blades rushed straight to the door, and the long sword in his hand couldn't support it, and suddenly broke into several pieces.

Wang Jiaxing didn't have any defenses to speak of, and the knife light directly opened dozens of cuts all over his body, and blood burst out!

The whole body suddenly turned into a blood man.

At the same time, in the Drunken Immortal Tower, several experts were still discussing how to deal with the Xingxiu Sect.

But the noise outside continued to increase, and Fei Bin's words were repeatedly interrupted, and he was already dissatisfied.

But immediately after, the noise turned into the sound of fighting, and Fei Bin's face became more and more gloomy.

Yujizi hurriedly smoothed things over.

"How can someone fight against each other in Qingzhou City? Who is so short-sighted?"

Just after finishing speaking, Fei Bin pushed open the window beside him, but suddenly his eyes widened, and he saw this scene!
How could he not recognize the clothes of the Songshan Sword Sect disciples?
"Bold!"

Fei Bin let out a loud roar, and immediately dodged out. The wall panels on the second floor of the Drunken Immortal Building were smashed by true energy.

Several other experts also saw this scene, and they were also shocked, and they followed closely.

On the other side, Wang Jiaxing was covered in blood, and the clothes of the Songshan Sword Sect disciples were immediately soaked in blood.

The other disciples of the Songshan School were also dumbfounded.

This confrontation was only for a moment, they were shaken away, and before they had time to re-siege, Senior Brother Wang had already become like this!
Wang Jiaxing flew upside down, before hitting the ground, Yang Ming's left hand was bent into a claw, a burst of true energy was released, and he was directly sucked in.

Wang Jiaxing made a 180-degree turn, and was sucked into Yang Ming's hand, holding it by the neck like a chicken.

But suddenly, an extremely dangerous breath locked on him!
Yang Ming raised his head and found that it was Fei Bin, attacking from the air!
It was still far away, and Fei Bin slapped it directly.

He is nicknamed Da Songyang Hand, and his palm strength is also extraordinary. He has been famous for many years!

With this move, it was almost as if he was going to flatten Yang Ming.

But Yang Ming stood where he was, still stepping on Wang Sen's head, motionless.

He raised his head slightly, and directly held Wang Jiaxing to block him in front of him.

Wang Jiaxing was only seriously injured and bleeding all over his body, but he was not dead yet.

When Fei Bin saw it, his pupils shrank slightly, and more than half of his palm strength had been absorbed.

In his rage, with this slap, it is estimated that Wang Sen and Wang Jiaxing will be slapped to death together.

But the remaining palm strength is still terrifying, it's not something Yang Ming's level can resist!
Fei Bin has been obsessed with palm techniques for many years, and his palm control is even more subtle. The rest of his palm techniques directly avoid Wang Jiaxing and head towards Yang Ming.

This palm was enough to force Yang Ming back and save the two disciples.

If he doesn't retreat, those who wait for him will either die or be injured!

But a picture that everyone did not expect appeared.

Yang Ming held Wang Jiaxing in one hand, and retracted the knife in the other, without dodging or evading, he decisively raised his hand to meet the palm!
"Did you make a mistake, facing Da Songyang's hand Fei Bin? Are you courting death?"

Hong Sanming and Sun Feng next to him saw a burst of brain congestion, and only one thought emerged.

"It's over, Yang Ming is dead, and they will suffer too!"

But the two sides clashed with each other, and a wave of air exploded in mid-air!
The dust on the ground around Yang Ming was rolled up, and the nearest storefronts on both sides of the street were even cracked in several places.

The people who were sitting on the roof watching the scene were not on guard, they were thrown and rolled backwards, and struggled a few times before they stabilized.

But Yang Ming also made a clicking sound under his feet because of too much force.

Wang Sen's head was flattened, and a shallow pit was stepped on the ground.

Wang Sen's hands that were still scratching suddenly froze, and then fell powerlessly.

As a result, the other senior seniors who were still in the air were also dumbfounded.

"What's the situation? This kid, he slapped Da Songyang's hand, Fei Bin, evenly? This..."

(End of this chapter)