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Yu Yaxiao's pretty face was full of sternness, she pointed at Ling Xueyan and said angrily:

"What nonsense are you talking about? Is it reasonable for him to kill my eldest brother? Today, Jiang must die. If you want to stop him, I will kill you too."

Seeing her murderous look, Ling Xueyan knew that the other party would not listen to what she said. But Xue Zimu's cultivation was extremely high, she was worried that Jiang Yi was no match, and she wanted to persuade the two sides to shake hands and make peace, but she didn't know how to say it.

Xue Zimu looked at Ling Xueyan with indifference in his eyes, and said:

"Miss Ling doesn't need to say any more, let's get out of the way, there is no room for change in this matter."

Then he said to Jiang Yi:

"I don't want to pay attention to the right and wrong of this matter. If you kill Brother Yu, I must kill you. If you have any last words to say, I can give you some time."

Jiang Yi felt that Xue Zimu's words were quite appetizing, and he would kill him if he wanted to, why bother talking about benevolence, justice and morality, and insisted on finding a high-sounding reason for himself.

He nodded slightly and said:

"It seems that you must kill me today. But you are not my opponent, I am afraid that you will only lose your life in vain."

"How do you know that I will lose before you even make a move?"

Xue Zimu's eyes were neither happy nor sad, calm and happy.

Jiang Yi turned his head to Ling Xueyan and said, "Back off a bit, so as not to be hurt by the aftermath."

Looking at the situation, Ling Xueyan also knew that this battle was inevitable, so she just instructed:

"Then be careful, his swordsmanship is very high."

Jiang Yi just nodded.

Ling Xueyan retreated more than ten zhang away, standing under the eaves beside the street, nervously watching the two confronting each other in the field.

People who came and went on the street also avoided them far away, not daring to get close to the two of them.

When everyone else backed away, Xue Zimu kept his calm and calm, and said to Jiang Yi:

"I heard that your saber energy is very domineering, I hope you won't let me down."

While speaking, he was slender and fair, and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword with his strong and powerful right hand.

Jiang Yi just raised the corners of his mouth, showing arrogance, and the momentum on his body kept rising, like a volcano about to erupt:

"Don't worry, this will be the strongest sword technique you will ever see in your life."

"I hope so."

As soon as the words fell, a dazzling light flashed in Xue Zimu's eyes, and his figure appeared in front of Jiang Yi in a flash.

Moan!

Yingying Jianguang, with a white dense air, pointed at Jiang Yi's chest and sent it lightly.

Xue Zimu's swordsmanship movements are free and easy and natural, like flowing clouds and flowing water, like clouds rolling and clouds relaxing, without a trace of fireworks.

It is like a sea of ​​clouds on a high mountain, with a lofty and distant artistic conception.

With just one strike, he showed the strength that a super-class master should have.

No wonder he dared to claim to be the person with the highest talent and the strongest swordsmanship of the Yuntai Sword Sect in the past century.

Facing Xue Zimu's misty and indeterminate swordsmanship, Jiang Yi did not show any weakness, stepped forward and slashed with his knife.

call!

The raging flames condensed into scarlet saber energy, turned into a dazzling red awn, shot out through the air, rolled up a gust of blazing wind, whistling.

boom!

A dazzling flame flashed, and a group of hot fireworks exploded in the air.

The violent air waves spread like ripples in the air.

Xue Zimu snorted, retreated ten steps, and after standing still, looked at Jiang Yi solemnly, and praised:

"Sure enough, it's a good sword technique."

Jiang Yi was not stingy with his appreciation:

"Your swordsmanship is also good."

Xue Zimu's expression was extremely serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"You are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered after Yi Tianxing. Next, I will use the strongest swordsmanship to kill you."

"Yes, then I will wait and see."

Jiang Yi just said noncommittal.

The next moment, Xue Zimu's figure slowly disappeared like smoke.

In the air, there was only a faint and misty sword light left, crossing the sky with a vague white mist, and striking towards Jiang Yi.

Seeing the sword light approaching suddenly, Jiang Yi felt as if he had stepped into an ink painting of misty Jiangnan.

The color of the world around him faded away, leaving only the simple black and white colors, as well as the indomitable and extremely gorgeous sword light.

At this moment, Jiang Yi is like a character painted by Xue Zimu. He can erase Jiang Yi's life with just one stroke of the brush on the scroll.

It's a pity that although this ink painting of Jiangnan is beautiful, it seems a bit fragile to Jiang Yi.

As Jiang Yi's mind turned, his inner power poured down like a river, roaring and surging, and with the swing of the long knife, flames shot up.

The crimson flame instantly ignited the entire picture scroll world, turning it into a sea of ​​flames.

Compared with Xue Zimu's beautiful sword light, Jiang Yi's Chi Jue Saber Qi is a bit rough, without any artistic conception, full of domineering, destructive, and tyrannical aura.

Boom!

The saber energy and sword energy collided fiercely in the air, and the violent energy suddenly dissipated, making a deafening roar.

The violent hurricane swept across the long street with a howl, making the shops on the street rattle, and the windows vibrated violently.

After all, Xue Zimu's strength was weaker than Jiang Yi's, and he was thrown backwards by Chi Jue Dao Qi, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

After Jiang Yi resisted the two wisps of sword energy, his body couldn't help shaking, and he took a step back.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

A hoarse, old voice suddenly sounded.

"Hahaha, boy, give me Yue Fei's relics."

A black shadow suddenly appeared beside the street, and a frighteningly skinny palm, with a strong black poisonous aura, suddenly hit Jiang Yi's right hand holding the knife.

Apparently, they were planning to take advantage of Jiang Yi's lack of time to react, to cripple his palm, then capture it, and force him to find out the whereabouts of Yue Fei's relic.

"Seven evil palms, it's the old monster Xuanyin."

Xue Zimu, who flew upside down, recognized the identity of the old man, and couldn't help frowning.

Xue Zimu is lonely and arrogant by nature, and he is extremely disgusted with outsiders intervening in his battle.

Yu Yaxiao, who was watching the battle from a distance, was delighted when she heard the name of the old monster Xuanyin.

This Xuanyin old monster is a well-known master of the evil sect. Although his cultivation is not yet at the super-first-class level, his martial arts are insidious, he is good at sneak attacks, and he does unscrupulous things. Even those who are stronger than him will often die in his hands.

At this moment, he took advantage of Jiang Yi and Xue Zimu's confrontation to launch a sneak attack. The timing was just right, Jiang Yi had no time to react, and he was sure to die.

Thinking that her elder brother's revenge would be avenged, Yu Yaxiao's eyes flashed with excitement, and she stared at Jiang Yi in the field, looking forward to seeing his miserable death.

Boom!

A palm of the seven evil spirits hit Jiang Yi's right arm solidly, making a muffled low sound.

The black robe and golden silk soft armor were instantly torn apart by the palm force, revealing Jiang Yi's pale golden arm.

The Qisha Palm, which was powerful enough to break gold, break iron, and shatter muscles and bones, left a faint red mark on Jiang Yi's arm, but otherwise, he was unscathed.

"How can it be?"

A horrified expression appeared on the face of the old monster Xuanyin.