"I have to say that you five generals and guards do have some good methods, but it's still a bit too bad."

Ai Song chuckled, squinted his eyes at the Xikun soldiers who were attacking him with weapons in their hands, and just shook their heads lightly, as if they didn't take them to heart.

"Hold on some thoughts. Your methods are really not enough."

I saw the fierce sword in Ai Song's hand slide upwards lightly, and a sword energy that teared the space swept across.

"not good!"

The young man frowned. He was about to shout out loud that these Xikun soldiers were careful, but it was too late.

This sword energy came as if it was like a terrifying geese. In the blink of an eye, it stabbed into dozens of Xi Kun soldiers, and a thunderous sound fell.

Dozens of Xikun soldiers flew backwards one after another.

Among them, there were many Xi Kun soldiers with blood flowing downwards. Their faces could no longer see the light wind and sarcasm of the beginning.

As for the young man, he subconsciously took several steps back, and his face twitched slightly, he could imagine that in his heart, there might be another new comment on Ai Song in front of him.

"This guy, he, his hidden strength."

His lips were already a little white. A Xikun soldier standing beside the young man looked at Ai Song standing in the center of the circle with a serious expression.

This is not the strength of a fifth-grade sword cultivator.

No, this doesn’t seem like the strength that a sixth-grade sword cultivator can possess.

This guy, this guy.

Could it be that Ai Song’s cultivation level is already at the seventh level?!

"Little Prince, please leave here quickly. This Ai Song is not easy to deal with."

The soldier of Xi Kun reached out and stopped the young man who wanted to step forward, and continued to say coldly to him.

"It seems impossible for us to take down Ai Song now. If this guy's real strength is just relying on the kind of man I'm waiting for, he will probably have no chance of winning."

Although this statement was basically impossible to say from the Xi Kun soldier.

However, after seeing Ai Song's sword that was like a god descending to earth with his own eyes, the Xi Kun soldier had roughly a criterion for the current level of Ai Song's strength.

It's very difficult, basically, it's already very difficult to gain any advantage from the other party's hands.

"General Yang, you."

The young man looked at the Xi Kun soldier with shock.

It was really hard for him to imagine that after being arranged so hard by the five generals, he would have fallen into this situation today.

The young man can say that the strength of the five generals and guards is no longer clear. It can be said that if it is the configuration of the five generals and guards at present.

Under the same situation, even if it was a bitter wood or a green sandalwood, it would only be the word "death", which is undoubtedly true.

However, in Ai Song, the configuration of the five generals and guards that had been carefully arranged had no chance of winning? For the young man, it is conceivable how much impact it caused to him in his heart.

This is simply like a dream.

"Don't say more about it, the last general is not sure about it when facing him."

General Yang took a deep breath, and then his eyes signaled to the two Xi Kun soldiers behind him.

In a blink of an eye, the two Xikun soldiers understood it. Before the young man could react, they each got on the handrails and ran away.

"Tsk, it seems like this, is it impossible to escape in the last battle? Hello, no matter how you say, you are also the King of Xi Kun, and you have no such courage?"

Ai Song pointed the young man's figure in his hand, but when he just said this, General Yang stood in front of him.

General Yang took off the simple leather armor wrapped around him, pulled out his two swords from his waist and held them in his hand, looking at Ai Song in front of him with a serious face.

"Oh? It seems that you are responsible for the rear hiatus, right? So it seems that among these five generals and guards, your strength should be top-notch, right? Hahaha, it's interesting, it made me feel a little interested."

Ai Song licked his lips and held the sword in his hand tightly. He naturally noticed an unusual aura from the General Yang opposite him.

I think this guy is not a good guy. I really have encountered a good opponent today.

"Xi Kun, Yang Jian."

Yang Jian reported his name, and he raised his palm, and the Xikun soldiers around him who were about to form an encirclement stopped and stood there.

"Three-three system, let's go."

After the words came, the Xikun soldiers quickly retreated to the rear.

Not long after, only Yang Jian and Ai Song were left in this empty wilderness.

This is not because Ai Song doesn't want to catch up with anything. Naturally, Ai Song doesn't have the kind of temperament that can easily let these five generals leave.

But the reason why Ai Song has not taken action for a long time is mainly because the man named Yang Jian in front of him now gave him a full sense of oppression.

Although I don’t know what the opponent’s strength is, I think it’s not so easy to deal with him now, so when facing such an opponent, how could Ai Song be distracted?

Those guys from the Five General Guards are not that Ai Song doesn’t want to care about it, but that they can’t control it.

"Xi Kun Yang Jian, tsk, I haven't heard of this name much."

Ai Song curled his lips and shook the sword in his hand. He frowned and while saying this, he was recovering the internal strength in his body.

Just kidding, after the sets of successive sets just now, Ai Song's internal strength was consumed a lot. Even though he had moved these five generals and guards just now, the internal strength of Ai Song's body was also consumed a lot after that sword.

How much can he recover? The opponent in front of him cannot tolerate Ai Song being negligent.

"Of course, Master Ai Jian has never heard of the nameless man, but I am very well aware of the name of Master Ai Jian."

Yang Jian is trying to calm down

With his own energy, he slowly adjusted his energy to the best and perfect state as much as possible.

Just as Ai Song on the opposite side was restoring his internal strength, Yang Jian was also adjusting his state.

Both of them did not regard each other as opponents who could be easily won.

"Well, look at it. The little prince in your family should have run away almost too."

Ai Song's mouth raised slightly. As soon as he finished speaking, he flew out like a wild horse. The sword in his hand pierced directly towards Yang Jian's body.

A simple and unpretentious sword, but in Yang Jian's view, it was like facing a great enemy.

He clasped his swords and slashed forward with force. Yang Jian wanted to dodge and dodge aside, but he keenly realized that although Ai Song's attack was just a simple and unpretentious sword, while this sword stabbed out, it also sealed all directions around his body, making it impossible for him to escape and avoid the sword.

In other words, Yang Jian could only choose to take the sword with his teeth, and there was no other way.

He swallowed his saliva, and in a flash, Ai Song killed him, and the sword light he slashed out from his two swords did not stop Ai Song for a moment, and was easily smashed by Ai Song.

With his wrist twisted, his swords rose and rose, Yang Jian gritted his teeth and blocked the fierce sword only three inches away from his chest.

The cold sweat on his forehead all showed Yang Jian's difficulty, but even so, his hands still burst into blue veins, trying to break the attack and stabbing sword.

Two powerful internal forces were stimulating and colliding in this wilderness. Once they collided, they dissipated. However, Ai Song just watched the scene coldly. He held the sword in one hand, and was still constantly stimulating his internal forces outward. He did not hold back, nor did he have any intention of hiding his weakness.

Under this attack, he already understood how powerful Yang Jian was.

It is almost the same as him. If it weren't for his improvement in swordsmanship these days, he might have been unable to gain the upper hand.

The other arm drew a seal with one hand, and sword flowers appeared instantly. As the fingers were lightly tapped, the sword flowers attacked Yang Jian.

The swords with both hands were already controlled by the sword in front of him, while the sword flowers on the other side were close at hand. What kind of way did Yang Jian stop this other move at this time?

With his eyebrows lightly raised, Yang Jian stood still on the spot with one foot. At Kobe's miraculous speed, he combined his swords and slashed forward with force. Then he quickly turned sideways and turned his body, and slashed towards Jianhua again with his two swords.

The sword flower shattered, and Ai Song flew backwards.

After losing balance in the air, Ai Song flew backwards for five or six meters before he stabilized his body. After shaking his body slightly, Ai Song's eyes flashed with a strange look, observing Yang Jian in front of him.

And what about Yang Jian?

Although he avoided the sword flowers, there was a new wound on his chest and abdomen, and blood was flowing downwards.

"You really dare to be distracted when facing my sword."

Ai Song smiled with a pursed lips, and the sword in his hand twirled, holding it in the palm of his hand again, shook his head, and looked at the injured Yang Jian.

In order to avoid his sword flowers just now, although Yang Jian's combination of two swords was indeed amazing to Ai Song, and that force did repel Ai Song's offensive.

However, the reaction was still a step slower. The internal force attached to the tip of the sword in Ai Song's hand had already burned Yang Jian's chest and abdomen.

Under this battle, both of them also had a new judgment on each other.

Ai Song slowly breathed a sigh of relief. It was true that Yang Jian on the opposite side was a strong opponent, but he was not his opponent.

Yang Jian looked down at the burned wound in his chest and abdomen, and also looked at Ai Song in front of him with a serious expression.

Ai Song on the opposite side is no longer Ai Song's opponent.

"The head of the three great swords is worthy of its name."

Yang Jian swallowed another saliva, and he had already relaxed.

After all, the other party is the leader of the three major swords of Nanli. It is understandable that he is so powerful. But if he loses himself in the hands of such a person, how can he have any regrets?

Just do your best.

"The head of the three major swords, haha, I have never recognized this name. After all, with that monster junior brother chasing him, I can only rely on my age to abuse him slightly."

Ai Song smiled and saw the change in Yang Jian's mentality.
To be continued...