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Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Eight: One Knife Makes My Scalp Itchy

"Left Guard, protect the young master of the valley, I will deal with this kid!" The guard who was innate and second-class innate on the right said, pulled out the long sword at his waist, rushed over, and waited closer, kicked the ground with his feet, jumped up, swung the long sword, and slashed Huashan with one force and slashed straight down towards Ye Xing.

"call!"

There were gusts of sword wind, and there were roars around.

Looking at this powerful knife, a trace of disdain flashed through Ye Xing's eyes, and he stood there straight without any intention of dodging.

"Hey, what's wrong with this kid? He didn't even hide. Is he looking for death?"

The guard who was innate second-class late stage of the innate guard looked puzzled but also happy, because the long sword was approaching Ye Xing's head, and even if he wanted to hide, it was too late.

The sword wind whistles and the cold light shines.

The sharp blade slashed Ye Xing's head as expected, but the sound of his head shattered as he imagined did not sound.

"clang!"

A sound of gold and iron clashed, and the long sword slashed on Ye Xing's head. The pupils of the second-class guard innately contracted sharply. He felt that his long sword was slashing on a piece of hard black iron. In an instant, a huge recoil force shocked his arms numb.

The forest suddenly became silent, and the green-robed young man and his two guards all looked at the scene in front of him incredible ways.

"You...you are the top horizontal master!" The second-class guard innate late stage was full of horror, his legs were weak, and he looked at Ye Xing in great fear.

The top horizontal master is second only to the golden body treasure body, and the physical defense is as hard as the black iron that has been tempered for thousands of times. At this level, even if a first-class innate realm is to be killed, it is very difficult. You should know that more than three months ago, Ye Xing's "Nine-Turning Golden Body" was in the middle of the sixth stage, he fought with the Ancestor Jile. The Ancestor Jile who was in the middle of the innate stage with a force, could only leave a shallow wound on Ye Xing's body. Although Ye Xing used the two magical skills of "Nine-Turning Golden Body" and "Buddhist Golden Bell Cover" at that time, Ye Xing's "Nine-Turning Golden Body" had only been practicing to the middle of the sixth stage. Now more than three months have passed, Ye Xing's "Nine-Turning Golden Body" has reached the peak of the sixth stage, and it is only a thread away from the seventh stage of the golden body treasure body.

"Not bad, your scalp is a little itchy when you slash me!"

Ye Xing touched his head and found that three of his hair had been chopped off.

The second-class guard in the innate stage changed his face. With a clang, he threw the long sword to the ground, and then turned around and ran away in a hurry.

"Oh, why are you running? You hit me. To be fair, let's talk about it!" Ye Xing bent a cold smile on his lips, and he stepped on the "Eight Steps of the Demon Heaven". His figure shook, like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived behind the guard and directly used the "Vajra Boxing".

"call!"

The fist came out like a dragon, like a tiger going down the mountain, and hit the second-class late-stage guard with one punch. The terrifying fist power burst out and instantly shattered the guard's innate body protection energy. The fist trend remained unabated, and he hit his back with one punch.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of red blood spurted out, and the heart of the second-class late-stage guard of the innate second-class guard was crushed by fists on the spot. The body was bombarded more than ten meters forward, knocking down three big trees before it fell to the ground.

The guard slashed Ye Xing and Ye Xing punched him, and it only took one turn for a while. All this happened in just a few seconds.

"Shaogu Lord escaped quickly!"

The remaining guard screamed in horror, turned around and fled into the woods in the distance.

"This...this is impossible...this is impossible!"

The green-robed young Jiang Yuhang looked extremely pale. Under the huge murderous aura, his legs became weak and he could not raise his feet at all.

There was a hint of tragic look in Ye Xing's eyes, and he regarded it as playing games from beginning to end. These three people were not worthy of becoming Ye Xing's opponents, but since they were enemies, Ye Xing would naturally not let it go. Just as he was about to use his light skills to chase the remaining guard, suddenly-

Just then—

"Yo!"

A clear bird song sounded in the sky, and a purple eagle glided from afar, like lightning, had arrived at the woods in a blink of an eye.

Along the way, I passed by the escape guard in front of him, and his wings gently stroked, and the lilac feathers were as sharp as iron wing blades.

"Puff!"

Blood splattered out, a head flew up, and the headless body of the guard fell straight to the ground with blood sprayed.

The little purple eagle's pair of eagles' eyes were lively and sharp, with wings shaking, and the wings continued to glide towards the green-robed young Jiang Yuhang with a little blood.

"Xiao Zi, don't kill him!" Ye Xing suddenly shouted.

"Yo!"

The little purple eagle immediately closed its wings and landed on the ground. A pair of agile eagle eyes looked at Ye Xing in confusion.

"This person is the young valley master of Medicine King Valley. It may be useful to me if he has a small life!" Ye Xing said lightly, and walked straight towards the green-robed young man.

At this moment, Jiang Yuhang, the young master of Medicine King Valley, was already scared and collapsed on the ground.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! You can't kill me, I'm the young valley master of Medicine King Valley, and my father is Jiang He, a strong overlord. If you kill me, you can't survive even if you are a top master of horizontal training!" The green-robed young Jiang Yuhang looked pale, his expression was extremely frightened, and his body rolled and crawled backwards.

"Haha, it depends on my mood if I kill you! As for the overlord-level strongman, he is not qualified to threaten me!" Ye Xing sneered, and slapped him directly with a backhand.

"Bang!"

The green-robed young man Jiang Yuhang was directly hit by Ye Xing's slap in his head and fainted.

Ye Xing grabbed his collar, then opened the Qiankun bag, threw it away casually, and threw him into Qiankun.

The breeze caresses gently, the leaves in the forest rustle, two corpses lie on the ground, and a faint smell of blood is emitting in the air.

"Xiao Zi, where are you going to have fun again? You are so late until the agreed time." Ye Xing looked at Xiao Ziying and scolded: "Next time I will punish you to continue to practice in seclusion!"

"Yoyo!"

Little Ziying looked at Ye Xing pitifully with her agile eyes.

"Hey, stop, you little guy, don't be cute... OK, okay, I'm too lazy to care about you. If you don't practice, I still have to practice. Let's go back to Baiyun City!"

"Yo!"

The little purple eagle sang happily, its wings shook and flew into the air.

Ye Xing gently tapped his feet on the ground, his body was full of energy, and his whole body rushed up like a cannonball, and his green robe flew up and landed on the feathered back of the little purple eagle.

Blue sky and white clouds, warm sun shines.

"call!"
Chapter completed!
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