Chapter 177 Song Jian

The swordsmen on the four streets poured towards the crossroads where Zhao Jingtian and the four people are located. In the eyes of these people, it is impossible for nearly 1,000 swordsmen to deal with four people!?

Zhao Jingtian sneered: "Lingxi, don't leave me for 50 steps!"

After saying that, Zhao Jingqi's blood-walking boxing skill - blood shadow, with the flow of water and wood, Zhao Jingtian was like a moving blood fog.

The blood fog quickly drilled into the group of swordsmen in front of him, and the swordsman, who was stained with blood and gas rolled with blood. Before he could lift the sword spirit, he was bombarded out by Zhao Jingtian.

On the other hand, Zhang Yan's killing speed is only a little slower than Zhao Jingtian. As soon as his red moon came out of its sheath, it immediately made a sound. The sound of the sword in the hands of many swordsmen trembled a little, as if they were afraid.

The group of swordsmen and Zhang Yan came face to face with each other, and there was a sound of brushing, and then a ball of blood flew out. Zhang Yan passed through the middle of this group of swordsmen and killed all the way to the end of the road. Wherever he passed, the swordsmen on both sides ploped to the ground, one by one, the swords in the throat, and a sword sealed his throat!

Probably because the red moon was too sharp, after the bodies of these swordsmen fell to the ground, their heads suddenly separated from their bodies, and the heads of more than 200 swordsmen rolled around like garbage. That situation makes people feel like they are in a slaughterhouse specializing in killing people!

As for Yu Wenchan, those swordsmen were confused by her appearance, and few swordsmen took her seriously. It was not until Yu Wenchan's hands kept grabbing hearts from people's chests that these swordsmen found that their hearts were gone!

The four-way swordsman was killed three times, and the last road swordsman was so scared that he had no fighting spirit and fled everywhere.

Among the four, only Ning Lingxi was not stained with any blood.

Ning Lingxi looked at the three people covered in blood and looked at herself with a guilty face: "Actually, I should also help..."

Zhao Jingtian shook his head: "No, Lingxi. I just hope that your hands are not stained with human blood. No matter how many people there are, let me kill them.

"What a affectionate son!" A cold voice came from the sky.

Zhao Jingtian and the four looked up, and countless swords were flying in the sky, as if they were showing off their power to Zhao Jingtian and others. These swords reflect the morning sun and form a dazzling light and shadow on the ground.

Then, two middle-aged people slowly flew down from the air surrounded by a large group of young disciples. They landed on the roofs on both sides of the street where Zhao Jingtian and the four people were located, just like the stars holding the moon.

Zhang Yan's face changed: "Wei Zimin, the master of the Dijian Gate!"

Wei Zimin looked cold: "I didn't expect that there was another swordsman here! What's your intention to help the boxers of the Holy Kingdom kill their own people?

Cheng Yaokun looked around and suddenly said, "Brother Wei, this person is Zhang Yan, the thousand-mile soul-chasing sword who is the young master of the tattoo Lanjian sect. Unexpectedly, he went to the Holy Kingdom, and now he dares to come back!"

Zhang Yan's face is pale. He really can't figure out why someone can always recognize his swordsmanship?

Wei Zimin said gently, "It turns out that you, with your ability, dare to fight against my sword gate? Probably by the boxer around you!"

Wei Zimin looked at Zhao Jingtian with mental strength and looked strange: "How can he be a wave-level boxer? There is no reason! Anyway, kill my disciple of Dijianmen and kill him without mercy!"

Zhao Jingtian sneered and said, "The owner of the Sword Gate? When I first came to the Xuantian Kingdom, I had no grudge against you. Your disciples actually came to intercept me and dared not be brave to come for revenge? Doesn't your Dijianmen want to rely on a lot of people again?

Wei Zimin is an arrogant person. As a suzerain and an empty swordsman, he also has his rules: he can't deal with people at a lower level than himself.

Otherwise, in addition to being ridiculed by other air-level swordsmen, he will also be besieged by them. At this point, the Holy Kingdom and the Xuan Kingdom are the same.

"What a sharp-toothed boy!" Wei Zimin looked at Zhao Jingtian with contempt: "Well, as long as you can survive from my brother's sword, our sword gate will never bother you again!"

Zhao Jingtian smiled and said, "It's a deal!"

A swordsman came forward from the rear and stood beside Wei Zimin. This swordsman and student have thick eyebrows and big eyes, which is very rough. Zhao Jingtian would rather believe it if he is a boxer.

"Brother Songjian, you don't have to show mercy when you fight with this person." Wei Zimin specifically said, and the rough swordsman saluted Wei Zimin: "I see, brother."

Zhao Jingtian's feet were gently touched, and his whole body jumped to a roof in the distance: "Come on!"

"What a handsome body!" Even if it is an enemy, many young disciples of Dijianmen still secretly praise and feel ashamed of themselves: "Mayo only people like Uncle Songjian are opponents of this man!"

Song Jian raised his big eyebrows and immediately ran towards Zhao Jingtian. On the roof, the big man's body was as light as a kite.

When Zhao Jingtian saw Song Jian flying towards him, he unceremonishly burst out with a punch. Fire boxing skills, Yanluo boxing!

The fiery red fists flew around, and on each fist shadow, there were demon-like faces, roaring ferociously towards the pine sword.

Zhao Jingtian's boxing skills are not lacking now, which is fire and water boxing skills.

He peeped at the confrontation between Yue Yuhao and Shui Xianfei at the seaside of Luyungang and stole a lot of teachers. Like this boxing skill that overwhelms the opponent with extreme momentum, it is a common move used by Yue Yuhao to attack Shui Xianfei.

"Hmm!" The long sword behind the pine sword came out of its sheath, and a sword light quickly rotated around him, destroying all the fist swords close to him.

Zhao Jingtian's first attack was easily resolved by Song Jian.

The disciples of the Dijianmen who watched the battle in the distance were previously scared by Zhao Jingtian's fist. At this time, they were relieved: That's right, Uncle Songjian is at least a jade-blood boxer. Although he has not reached the essence level of human and sword integration, it must be more than enough to deal with a wave-level boxer.

What these disciples of the swordmen didn't expect was that Zhao Jingtian, a low-level boxer, failed to attack and took the initiative to attack again, and another fire boxing skill was smashed out.

Fire boxing skills, fire sky net!

Zhao Jingtian waved his hands quickly, and his fiery red fists were like ropes, constantly forming a net. Zhao Jingtian pushed his hands gently, and a fire net opened towards the swinging pine sword.

Brush! The pine sword split vertically, split Zhao Jingtian's fire net in half, and then steadily landed firmly on the roof in front of Zhao Jingtian. Then Song Jian pushed the boat along the water and stabbed Zhao Jingtian's chest at an extremely fast speed.

Zhao Jingtian flashed with a cold light in front of him. He decisively raised one hand, clamped his two fingers, and clamped the tip of the sword in his hand about 20 centimeters in front of his chest.

"Ah! This man is so bold!" Not to mention that those disciples of the Dijianmen have changed their faces, even Cheng Yaokun and Wei Zimin are slightly moved. Those who dare to take the sword of Songjian with empty hands do not have the strength above the divine marrow level, which is purely to seek death!

Ning Lingxi's heart almost jumped out of his chest: "Why is this native boy so big?"

Instead, Zhang Yan and Yu Wenchan didn't say a word and stared at Zhao Jingtian's fingers tightly.

The two fingers unexpectedly emitted heat at this time, emitting flames out of thin air, burning more than half of the sword in the hand of the pine sword!

With a "buzz", Song Jian broke the sword in his hand and hit Zhao Jingtian's chest with a sword momentum.

Bum! Zhao Jingtian couldn't dodge and flew more than ten meters away by the thick sword spirit of his thumb. The pine sword also withdrew a few steps because of the hasty sword spirit.

"Jingtian!" Ninglingxi wanted to come forward to see how Zhao Jingtian was injured. Zhang Yan and Yuwenchan stopped her: "Don't worry, he is very strong."

Cheng Yaokun said disdainfully, "Even if I don't dare to accept Songjian Brother's Di Gang sword spirit, how dare a boy who steps on the wave level dares to be so arrogant?"

Not far away, Zhao Jingtian got up and laughed and said, "The bastard over there, it seems that your turtle shell is not very hard. Haha!"