Yang Zilong was humiliated. His expression was ferocious and twisted, and he cursed at Qin Shi. He couldn't accept it. He would be defeated by Qin Shi, a waste in the fifth level of spirit quenching realm.
"Impossible, there must be something fishy about that white light!"
With this thought in his mind, Yang Zilong got up and rushed towards Qin Shi.
"Don't have a long memory? Look at me this time, I'm going to beat him till his teeth are all over the floor." Shuyu narrowed her eyes and saw Yang Zilong rushing towards him. She suddenly lost her temper again and rushed out again without even thinking about it.
But this time, Qin Shi stopped her and scolded: "What did you say just now? Just watch from the side. You are seriously injured, what are you talking about? Teach this kind of thing, if you have to take action,
This young master is too hopeless!"
"Qiao'er, take a few steps back and wait for me to deal with him, then we'll go back."
After stopping Shuyu, Qin Shi spoke to Xu Qiaoer softly, then turned around and looked coldly at Yang Zilong, his eyes full of blood, and said: "I want to see who gave you a sense of superiority.
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"court death!"
Yang Zilong roared and punched him.
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Looking at the incoming attack, Qin Shi was not nervous, but calm and calm. He turned his body slightly, palmed his hands, and immediately grabbed Yang Zilong's fist.
After grabbing Yang Zilong's fist, his fist suddenly exerted force, and streams of spiritual power gathered to form red flames: "Xitian Fist!"
Boom!
Yang Zilong trembled and took a few steps back.
"Xitian Fist? You have some skills." Yang Zilong became serious, and immediately looked at him. Suddenly he pulled out a sharp knife from his waist and cursed at Qin Shi: "I'll let you see, the world between you and me.
The difference."
With that said, Yang Zilong rushed forward, swinging his sharp knife crazily and slashing at Qin Shi.
Facing a sharp knife, Qin Shi did not dare to be careless. His Star Meteor Hegemon Body Art had not yet been practiced to the point of invulnerability. If he was struck by a sharp knife, he would probably lose some luck.
Whoosh!
Qin Shi turned sideways and heard a bit of cold wind in his ears. This frightened him so much that he shrank his neck and said in shock: "Damn it, Yang Zilong is a beast. I am using my bare hands, but he is wielding swords and spears. Do you have any knights?"
Spirit?"
"What? Are you scared?"
Seeing Qin Shi's shocked face, Yang Zilong laughed even more crazily, and slashed randomly with the sharp knife in his hand without any logic.
"I'm afraid of you, uncle! Xiantian Fist!"
Qin Shi jumped back a few steps and waved out a streak of red flame.
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However, as soon as Chi Yan was swung out, it was broken by Yang Zilong's sharp knife.
"Hmph, trash is trash, let me chop you to death with my sword!" Yang Zilong broke through Xiantian Fist, his momentum suddenly swelled, he jumped up, held the sharp knife in both hands, and slashed at Qin Shi's face.
"The tiger slashes the sky!"
Yang Zilong roared, and he saw that the sharp knife in his hand was attached by strong spiritual power. The sharp knife made a harsh roar, like a tiger descending from the mountain, falling ferociously.
"The Yang family's secret skill, the fierce tiger slashes the sky!"
In the market, the onlookers screamed and took a few steps back.
Looking at the falling attacks, Qin Shi also became nervous. He knew the martial arts of Tiger Splitting the Sky. It was the Yang family's unique skill, a second-level intermediate martial arts. Compared with Xiantian Fist, it was a bit more tyrannical.
"Damn it!"
Seeing that the attack was about to fall, Qin Shi turned pale and cursed.
"Brother Shitou, come on!" But at this moment, Xu Qiaoer shouted from behind. Then, she took out a silver sword from her waistband and threw it towards Qin Shi.
Qin Shi was stunned, then turned around to catch the sword, his eyes sharpened.
"Hmph, grab a sword. Do you think you can block my tiger's slashing attack?" Seeing Qin and Shi's little moves, Yang Zilong didn't take it seriously. Instead, he smiled even more sarcastically and slashed hard with the sharp knife.
"Haha, that's enough!"
Unexpectedly, Qin Shi held a sharp sword in his hand, and his whole person became calm. The sharp sword slowly drew a circle on his chest, leaving a silver mark, and he attacked fiercely, shouting: "Nine Swords of the Underworld!
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"One sword, shattered."
"Two swords, converge."
"Three swords, kill."
"Four swords, certain death."
"Five swords, destroy all living beings."
In the blink of an eye, five rays of sword light struck out from Qin Shi's hand one after another. The sword light was like thunder, just like a giant sting that had just woken up in the summer and roared in the clouds, stabbing Yang Zilong fiercely.
"Nine Swords of the Underworld?" The onlookers exclaimed loudly.
Xu Qiaoer's eyes widened and she swallowed. Originally, she just wanted Qin Shi to block Yang Zilong's offensive with his sharp sword. However, she did not expect that Qin Shi would unleash such a fierce attack.
"When did Brother Shitou learn the Nine Swords of the Underworld? He has only been back to the Qin family for a few days!" Her face showed both happiness and doubt: "Moreover, five consecutive swords are more powerful than Sister Siyu."
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At this time, before everyone could recover, they saw Yang Zilong surrounded by five sword lights. His momentum, which was originally like a rainbow, was suddenly disrupted by the sword lights, and was finally completely defeated, and the tiger became a dead tiger.
"Six swords, slaying demons."
Unexpectedly, Qin Shi swung out another sword light and hit Yang Zilong fiercely.
As soon as Yang Zilong regained consciousness, he was hit by the sword light and flew away. His body was like a broken paper kite, and he fell to the ground with a loud sound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Seven swords shake the earth."
"Eight swords, breaking the sky."
But at this time, Qin Shi did not stop, and fired two sword lights in succession. It was not until the eighth sword that his arrogance weakened a bit.
Touch! Touch!
The two sword lights, like ferocious dragons, hit Yang Zilong hard. Yang Zilong's clothes were torn directly, and the strong spiritual power drew blood marks on his skin.
"Eight swords? Eight swords?" Xu Qiaoer was even more surprised.
Yang Zilong spat out blood. He was trembling all over, with a frightened look on his face, and said in a panic: "How can you defeat me? Even the Nine Swords of the Underworld may not be stronger than my Tiger Splitting the Sky. Why is that?"
"Are you surprised?"
Qin Shi curled his lips. Indeed, the Nine Swords of the Underworld and the Fierce Tiger Slashing the Sky. The two major martial arts are both second-level intermediate martial arts. They are competing against each other and cannot be distinguished.
But you must know that Qin Shi's Nine Swords of the Underworld are not the ordinary Nine Swords of the Underworld. His Nine Swords of the Underworld were instructed by Shuyu himself. No matter the strength, speed, or skill, they were all brought to the extreme.
"Don't worry, there's something even more surprising!"
Suddenly, a cold light flashed in Qin Shi's eyes. After the cold light flashed, he raised the sharp blade and slashed it towards Yang Zilong in the air, saying coldly: "Jiu-Sword-Zhen-Qian-Kun!"
"Zhen-qian-kun."
boom!
A sword light that shook the heavens and the earth suddenly stabbed out from Qin Shi's hand.
This sword light enveloped the city in an instant, stinging everyone's eyes. The strong spiritual power spread to the ground, walls, and eaves, leaving ravines like spider webs.
"Nine, nine swords?"
"The Ninth Sword? How is this possible?" Xu Qiaoer was completely stunned. As a member of the Qin family, she knew very well that in the entire Qin family, there were only two people who could use the Ninth Sword.
One is Mr. Qin, and the other is the former Qin Tianqing.
"Brother Shitou..." Xu Qiaoer bit her lower lip. She hesitated for a while, and her always cold expression actually wavered at this moment.
The sword light was approaching Yang Zilong.
Looking at the fierce sword light that continued to expand in front of his eyes, Yang Zilong was frightened, and his body became wet. As he stepped back, he cried and howled for mercy: "Qin Shi, Master Qin, don't kill me, you can't kill me."
I!"
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He was in danger, but at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed over from outside the alley. He stood in front of Yang Zilong, used his spiritual power with both hands, and blocked the powerful ninth sword with his bare hands: "You dare to hurt me, kid?"
son?"
"Yang Xiaohan?"
Seeing those people, Qin Shi and Xu Qiaoer, the onlookers all bared their teeth and took a breath of air. This man was the eldest son of the Yang family, Yang Xiaohan, the father of Yang Zilong.
"Qin Shi, in a fight between juniors, you actually killed me?"
Yang Xiaohan was in the ninth level of spirit quenching. He clearly noticed that Qin Shi's sword light just now was filled with enough power to kill Yang Zilong. This made his face darken and he said coldly: "I didn't expect that at such a young age, someone like this could
Cruel and ruthless."
Qin Shi shrugged and said disapprovingly: "Kill him and it will be easier for him."
"You - okay, okay, you are such a brat. Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the Qin family!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xiaohan rushed out without hesitation, with his palms forming palms, towards Qin Shi
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"Brother Shitou——"
"Stone, get out of the way!"
In an instant, Xu Qiaoer and Shuyu exclaimed at the same time!
Qin Shi was also stunned. He did not expect that Yang Xiaohan would actually attack him regardless of his seniority. When he came to his senses, he wanted to dodge, but it was already too late, and the palm strike was about to fall.
"Damn it, this old man!"
He was oppressed by spiritual power and could not move an inch. He could only curse weakly: "It's so fucking shameless. A man with half of his body buried in the ground actually attacks a junior like me? Do you know how to respect the old and love the young? Damn it.
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"With such virtue, you want to marry my sister-in-law? My sister-in-law will lose face even if you treat her as your ancestor." Qin Shi felt a surge of resentment in his heart and cursed angrily: "If I have a chance, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!"
However, despite the scolding, Yang Xiaohan's attack did not weaken even half a bit.
In a blink of an eye, it was in danger.
"Stone, let me come!" In panic, Shuyu wanted to leap out.
But at this time, Qin Shi suddenly raised his hand, pressed it on the waistband of his trousers, fastened Fen Shu tightly, and refused to let go: "Wait, don't move!"
"Shitou, what are you doing? Let me out quickly, or you will die!" Qin Shi held down Fen Shu, and Shuyu struggled anxiously inside. But no matter how hard she struggled, Qin Shi refused to let go.
Qin Shi growled: "If I let go, you will be the one who dies."
"Stone, stone... let go quickly, I beg you, let go!" Seeing that Yang Xiaohan's attack was about to fall, Shuyu cried anxiously.
Qin Shi ignored her at all. He knew in his heart that Shuyu had used his spiritual power several times before, and his body had reached its limit. If he used it again, his seriously injured soul would most likely be scattered.
If someone had to die, Qin Shi would rather die than her.
Thinking of this, Qin Shi's hand pressed harder on the waistband of his trousers.
He raised his head and looked at the imminent attack. He suddenly felt relieved and said coldly: "Yang Xiaohan, you'd better kill me. If you can't kill me with this palm, sooner or later, I, Qin Shi, will slaughter your whole family!"
"Let everything be settled according to destiny."
Qin Shi felt powerless and finally slowly closed his eyes.
But at this moment, a deep voice echoed in the city like the morning bell of an ancient tomb.
"My Qin family, when will it be your Yang family's turn to teach you a lesson?"