The strong wind rises at the end of duckweed, blowing everyone's clothes and making a slight sound.
Shu has been martial arts since ancient times, and its people are fierce. Although the Shu army is corrupt, its combat power is good. A team of 100 people surrounded two people three layers inside and three layers outside, with great momentum.
Liu Zhang took the lead, holding a spear in his hand, and was full of anger.
"You are so brave. You even dare to beat us, the Second Master!" The person who spoke was a young and strong man, handsome and burly, but he looked like a villain.
Ye Junlin sighed slightly: "I really lose this good baby."
The hundreds of Shu army members have all cultivated below the middle level Xuan King, but only one young commander has already reached Xuan Emperor.
Ye Junlin looked at him and was eager to try.
Wei Wuji naturally knew what Ye Junlin was thinking. He turned his head and thought slightly, as if he was weighing something. Ye Junlin looked at him eagerly, his fists clenched.
After a while, Wei Wuji finally nodded slightly. Ye Junlin was extremely happy, and his whole body shone with mysterious light.
The fierce sword wind was born out of thin air.
Those who have not yet reached the Xuan King’s cultivation level are directly under the huge pressure, and they are so heavy that they vomit blood.
The young commander frowned slightly, his sword was unsheathed, and he stared at Ye Junlin with a fierce look.
Although his cultivation is better than Ye Junlin, for some reason, he always feels a sense of fear when facing Ye Junlin.
"Li Hui, kill this kid for me!"
Liu Zhang's blood was surging, and he hurriedly retreated dozens of meters away. While watching, he did not forget to command blindly.
The young commander nodded slightly and made a "please" action to Ye Junlin.
One hundred Shu troops dared not come forward, but were surrounded from afar, for fear that the two of them would escape.
Ye Junlin laughed dryly and pushed out his left palm.
"Flame Palm!"
The red palm print flew out, and the blazing fire exuded the surrounding temperature.
A sneer appeared on the corner of the young commander's mouth, and with a wave of the big knife, he cut off the flame palm print.
Ye Junlin smiled and shook his head, saying self-deprecatingly: "The mysterious skill of the 'lower grade of Xuan' is indeed useless here."
The young commander yelled at Ye Junlin, "Stop stumble, draw your sword."
Ye Junlin raised his eyebrows and looked extremely contemptuous: "A 'low-level Xuan Emperor' deserves to let me draw a sword?"
The young captain was furious.
The mystery of the "Haoran Sword Art" lies in "storing sword energy". The sharp sword is in the sheath, and seeing a war begins, but I cannot participate, I am really anxious.
Generally speaking, things will be uneven. The more intense the battle is, the more prosperous the sword energy it accumulates. Over time, when the sword is unsheathed, you can cut across the sky.
Ye Junlin sneered, and a golden light shone on his body. In the blink of an eye, dense golden scales covered his whole body.
"Beast Warrior?"
The young commander was slightly surprised.
"Look at the fist!"
Ye Junlin did not draw his sword, clenched his fists with both hands, and smashed towards the young captain like a storm.
The commander drew his sword to resist, and the two fought together.
After the transformation of the Dragon Soul, Ye Junlin's fists were as hard as iron. Even if he touched the big sword, he would not be at all inferior.
He had never learned boxing skills, and Ye Junlin beat in a mess, and he was completely disorganized. However, this kind of boxing skills actually made the young commander retreat step by step.
On Ye Junlin's back, the Juque Sword made a sharp hissing sound, as if it would be deshewn in the next moment.
Wei Wuji narrowed his eyes and exclaimed slightly.
I have to say that Lao Wu’s “the way to raise a sword” is indeed mysterious.
The sword energy is on the verge of the verge of the moment, and it is approaching the boundary point.
Wei Wuji nodded: "You can draw your sword."
Ye Junlin held the sword in his left hand behind and held the hilt in his hand.
"Clang!"
A white rainbow came out through the sun, and the sword energy roared like thunder and wind, causing a burst of dust.
The Juque Sword emits a golden light, like a winding golden dragon. The "Dragon Soul" is also noisy at this moment, and a dragon sounds and resounds throughout the world.
The young commander was stunned for a moment, then raised his knife and chopped it down on his head.
Ye Junlin was not afraid at all, and swung the giant sword and the swords intersected.
"Clang!"
The big sword in the young commander's hand let out a whine, and it collided and broke into two halves in an instant.
The Juque Sword's sword energy surged, like a strong storm. The young commander was shaken by the sword energy and fell to the ground, spitting several mouthfuls of blood.
The ten times the combat power of the sword soul, the five times the combat power of the "Dragon Soul", and the sword energy that has been cultivated to its peak.
Ye Junlin, who has full firepower, has a combat power that is not much different from that of the "middle-level Xuanhuang".
A smile appeared on Wei Wuji's face: "If this kid grows up, I'm afraid that the 'killing god' Bai Qi may not be his opponent."
The hundred Shu troops saw that their commanders were powerless in front of Ye Junlin, and their originally restless hearts calmed down instantly.
There were a few people who were afraid of death, even trembling with their legs and almost ran away.
"waste!"
In the distance, Liu Zhang looked at this scene and cursed.
Ye Junlin smiled and jumped. The next moment, the Juque sword hung horizontally on Liu Zhang's neck.
"Big...Master...Master, please spare me..."
Liu Zhang sank on the ground, his face as if he was like earth, and he kept kowtowing to beg for mercy. Ye Junlin snorted coldly.
Since ancient times, heroes cherish heroes. The one who Ye Junlin looked down upon most in his life was a "coward" like Liu Zhang.
"A person like you, who is wasting air when you live, wastes land when you die, and kills you, I think my sword is dirty!"
Liu Zhang kept kowtowing, and blood marks were knocked out on his forehead by the bluestone slabs.
Ye Junlin sighed and kicked him away.
"roll."
Upon hearing this, Liu Zhang got up and fled to the distance with his remaining defeated soldiers.
In Wei Wuji's arms, the little boy looked at Ye Junlin admiringly: "Big brother is so amazing."
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Somewhere in Jiange.
Two big men, Ye Junlin and Wei Wuji, looked at the little boy in front of them with a headache.
The owner of the "Zuihonglou" left, but left them with a "big baggage".
To ensure safety, Wei Wuji carefully checked the little boy several times: there was no fluctuation in his body.
"What the hell do that woman want to do?"
A strange thing flashed across Wei Wuji's face. He held his cheek and said helplessly.
"Little brother, your surname is your name, where do you come from? Where do you go? How many acres of land are there in your family, how many cows are there in the field..."
Ye Junlin tried his best, but he did not get any useful information from the little boy.
The two old men were originally going to wander, but now they have arranged a child for them. It's so depressing!
Just when the two were depressed, Liu Zhang, who had already fled in panic, returned. This time, four "masters" were added to him.
Wei Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, and a trace of perception wandered around the four people.
One high-level Xuan Emperor, one mid-level Xuan Emperor, and two low-level Xuan Emperors. These are the most important masters in Jiange, right?
Looking at each other, a smile appeared on both of them at the same time...