After Xu Yan's taunt, the four young men no longer hid and walked out of the dense forest one after another, they were the four disciples of the Chenyang Sect, but Xu Yan was not familiar with Yan Ziyi, who was the leader, but saw an old man behind the other party, his village Xu Niu.

For this village, Xu Yan didn't have much communication before, and it can even be said that he had no friendship at all, although they lived in Xujia Village, where they originally lived, their homes were not far apart, only four or five families apart, but even so, Xu Yan didn't think that the other party would have any compassion for himself for this reason, and seeing him lurking for a long time, he obviously had a plan. Of course, the most important thing is that they are now in different places, and their positions are no longer the same, and it is impossible to think about it even if they just hope that he will not fall into the ground.

Xu Yan turned around and glanced at this group of Chenyang Sect disciples with iron faces, but he was not afraid, because this seemed to be a casual glance, but in fact, he had already learned from this group of Chenyang Sect disciples that the person with the highest cultivation was the young man who was headed by him, but in fact, it was only a third-grade martial arts cultivator.

Although on the surface, the other party was obviously more solid than the martial arts three products he forcibly raised, but Xu Yan was the first person in martial arts after all. With martial arts against martial arts, let alone an opponent of the same level, even if he is a step higher than him, he has enough confidence to fight.

Yan Ziyi looked directly at this kendo genius who had been called talented by the Lotus Sect in recent years, and there was still a cold glint in his eyes, but when he saw that the other party was facing the four of them, he still looked calm and without fear, and he couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and sneered: "It is worthy of being the most outstanding kendo disciple of the Lotus Sect, and he can still be calm and calm at this time, but Your Excellency is too cruel to kill his fellow disciples, if this is spread, who else will dare to worship the disciples of the Lotus Sect in the future?"

In the face of this young man's deliberately contrived words, Xu Yan was unimpressed, when they just approached this area, he had actually sensed their existence, therefore, the scene where Zhou Mi took the lead in killing him before, it was expected that these disciples of the Chenyang Sect had seen it early.

In this regard, Xu Yan's face couldn't help but show a light smile, and said jokingly: "Yes? Then it depends on whether you have the ability to go out and talk more." ”

The disciple of Chenyang Sect was ridiculed by Xu Yan three times and twice, his face was very ugly, and the junior brother surnamed Li, who was originally a very upright personality, couldn't bear it anymore, so he wanted to step forward to attack him, and said angrily: "Okay, you yellow-mouthed child, since you insist on seeking death, I, Li Zifan, will fulfill you!"

However, as soon as Li Zifan was about to step out, he was stopped by Yan Ziyi, who was at the forefront, who saw that his murderous intent was undiminished and refused to give up, so he shouted in a low voice: "Senior brother, don't be impulsive, this person is deliberately using words to provoke me, if you go up to fight with him alone, you will fall into his arms, the other party can fight with one enemy and two, and double kill the three-story sword cultivation, it must be all relied on, you can't be careless." ”

Seeing that the other party was stopped by the young man led by him, Xu Yan sighed secretly, although the person in front of him was a martial artist, but his mind was very meticulous, it seemed that he would inevitably have to fight a hard battle in the future.

After Yan Ziyi stopped his junior brother, he refocused his gaze on Xu Yan, and after thinking for a while, he said to Xu Yan: "In fact, we can treat the matter of you killing the same sect as if we didn't see it, and at the same time, we can also let you live, but the Demon Rock Fierce Tiger and your martial arts cultivation methods will be handed over to us." ”

As soon as these words were finished, Li Zifan, who was behind Yan Ziyi, said anxiously: "Senior brother, what do you mean, didn't you say before that this person couldn't stay, why do you want to let him go now?"

Yan Ziyi heard this, his face remained unchanged, but a trace of almost imperceptible killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he replied in a low voice: "Of course I won't let him go, I just want him to be lucky and let his guard down, if this person can do what I say, I will leave him a whole corpse, but if he doesn't know how to raise and insists on fighting with me, I will definitely let him die without a full corpse!"

Although Xu Yan couldn't hear the other party's whispering conversation with each other, Yan Ziyi's killing intent that flashed in his eyes couldn't escape his eyes, it can be said that from cultivation to now, there are many more people who have died in Xu Yan's hands than Yan Ziyi has met since he was born, so Yan Ziyi's little trick can't fool him at all.

At this moment, Xu Yan suddenly wanted to laugh, but this laugh did not come from joy, but from a strong killing intent.

As a person who has reached the top of martial arts, Xu Yan actually doesn't like to deal with people like Yan Ziyi with crooked intestines, so after having to talk to the other party for a while, and secretly restoring the strength in his body to seven or eight points, he lost the patience to fight with the other party again.

Xu Yan removed the smile from the corner of his mouth, and said in an indifferent tone: "You are just some gallant mice who can't get on the stage, and you still want to get martial arts exercises from me? I might as well tell you that not only will you not get anything today, but you will all die here!"

After speaking, Xu Yan's figure suddenly flew back.

To face four third-grade martial cultivators of the same level at the same time, and fight with them in close quarters, even Xu Yan is not completely sure, after all, his martial arts three-rank is forcibly promoted by opening the tricks in his body all of a sudden, not like the disciples of Chenyang Sect, after a long period of body refining, but why did he take the opportunity to distance themselves from each other? It was because he couldn't find a one-on-one combat opportunity with the other party, but he had to fight against four with one, and at the moment all he could rely on was the still very lame swordsmanship.

After opening a distance of nearly twenty zhang or so from the four people, Xu Yan stopped, but this distance is still not an absolute safe distance, for a third-grade martial cultivator, if he wants to close the distance of twenty zhang, it only takes five or six breaths at most, but even so, he can no longer retreat, the reason is that although he will use the sword technique that most sword cultivators will covet, but his kendo cultivation is always only two floors, and with his current strength, the distance that can control the flying sword is about twenty zhang at most。

After Xu Yan stopped, he immediately put his fingers together in a sword-like shape, and there was no stagnation in the operation of the swordsmanship, so the stalk that was originally held by him in the palm of his hand was like being given life, and it flew out of his hand in an instant.

The whole process is done in one go.

After Fuyao flew out of the air, it turned into a shock, the speed was incredible, and then it shot towards Yan Ziyi of the Chenyang Sect.

Yan Zi recalled that the other party suddenly made a difficulty, his face was stunned, he was far from expecting that the other party would really dare to tear his face and sacrifice the flying sword in his hand without saying a word. However, what surprised him the most was the figure of the other party when he flew back, it was too fast, obviously in terms of pure speed, this 'sword cultivator' named Xu Yan was even faster than him, which couldn't help but shock him at the same time, and at the same time, he wanted to get the other party's martial arts cultivation method even more.

Therefore, at this moment, Yan Ziyi really moved the idea of killing people and grabbing treasures, but he did not forget to warn the three junior brothers behind him: "Three junior brothers be careful, this person's flying sword has a strange speed, it is unmatched, and it must not be hard-connected with bare hands, as long as we can survive the attack of the flying sword for up to three rounds, we can close the distance between him, and as long as he falls into hand-to-hand combat, he will definitely die!"

As soon as Yan Ziyi's words fell, the flying sword in the air had already arrived out of thin air, looking at the tip of the sword, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.

In the face of such a sharp flying sword, Yan Ziyi was horrified, and immediately chose to dodge, only to see his head suddenly twisted, and he forcibly dodged this death jet, however, he still underestimated the speed of the flying sword, and at the moment when he turned his head, Fuyao drew a long cut from his face.

Accompanied by the hot pain, Yan Ziyi's face was bloody, which couldn't help but make him look extremely hideous, but in his heart, it was actually more miserable, because according to his understanding of sword cultivation in the world, no matter who wants to practice swordsmanship, he must at least step into the 'Middle Three Realms' to succeed, therefore, the sword cultivation of the lower three realms is actually far inferior to the three-rank martial arts cultivation who is good at hand-to-hand combat, which is why he chose Chenyang Sect and became a martial cultivator in the first place.

"Damn it!"

Yan Ziyi scolded angrily, with great hatred in his heart, he reached out and gently wiped the wound on his face, and there was a burst of warmth from his fingertips, and then he glanced at the scarlet stained on his fingers, and couldn't help but hate Xu Yan even more.

Unable to deal with the injuries on his face, Yan Ziyi was filled with monstrous anger, and ran towards Xu Yan in the distance.

On the other hand, Xu Yan at this time, when he saw that he failed to stab the other party to death with a sword, but only left a wound that was not light or serious, his face immediately sank, and then he immediately controlled Fuyao to draw a huge semi-circular arc in the air, and made a sharp turn, and only after it completely turned its head, he controlled Fuyao, and from the left side of the four people who were running wildly, he flew and attacked again.

With this sword, Xu Yan no longer let Fuyao stab at Yan Ziyi, but stabbed at Li Zifan who was behind him.

Li Zifan was also shocked when he saw the flying sword stabbing at him, but the sword was too close to him, so that he didn't have time to dodge, in a hurry, he had to hold his hand and clench his fist and fight hard, but the result was not as he wanted, because of this punch, he hit in the air.

'Brush'!

Li Zifan, who wanted to hit the side end of the sword and prevent it from stabbing at his waist, was instantly pierced through his waist by the flying sword, causing a rain of blood to splash.

Li Zifan screamed 'ah', and his body was knocked upside down by the huge impact of the flying sword, and he fell heavily to the ground, and with the huge inertia of running wildly, he undoubtedly rolled out five or six zhang in a row after falling to the ground, and then stopped.

"Zifan!"

Xu Niu couldn't help but let out an exclamation when he saw that the fellow disciple beside him was seriously injured by a sword, and the blood that splashed in the air even splashed a little on his face, making him feel a smell of blood.

Yan Ziyi saw that Xu Niu stopped to check Li Zifan's injuries at this moment, and couldn't help but curse stupidly in his heart, but his figure did not stagnate at all, and still ran towards Xu Yan quickly, and as he expected before, after the other party used two swords in a row, the distance between each other was only seven or eight zhang, and with two breaths, he could completely get close to the other party.

Looking at Xu Yan who was close at hand, Yan Ziyi and his junior brother's faces showed undisguised killing intent, for them, as long as it took two more breaths, it would be the time for the other party to give their heads.

So, another breath passed, and the distance between the three was only four feet.

At this moment, Yan Ziyi didn't care that the blood on his face was still overflowing, and immediately turned his hands into fists, and shouted at Xu Yan in his mouth: "Give me death!"

Immediately, an astonishing momentum erupted on him.

But in this instant, the flying sword that continuously hurt people flew from the air again, and pointed at his back in an extremely tricky way!