Chapter 2020

When Si Jian, a man in green, told the story of his family, he had already made up his mind to kill him. In front of him, the young man must not stay. So as soon as he came up, he made a fierce attack. This move is his unique sneak attack move "finger in the sword". The sword intention bursts out from the fingertips. At such a close distance, the man in Green doesn't think ye Pengfei can avoid it.

But in fact, it is often unexpected.

Si Jian, the man in Qing Yi, hit Ye Pengfei with his sword intention. He even made a few "clank" sounds. The sword intention seemed to hit gold and iron. Then, the man in Qing Yi suddenly felt that his hands were tight and his hands had been locked by each other.

He tried hard to struggle out, but found that each other's hands were like tongs. He knew that he was exerting all his strength, and the hand holding his hands was still motionless.

This made him startled. This 12-3-year-old boy is not an innocent and simple fool. He is a ruthless character who plays the role of a pig and eats a tiger. He is unparalleled in flesh. Before he deliberately showed weakness, he wanted to draw himself close. In close combat, he is not the enemy of the other side.

Unfortunately, he understood too late. At this time, there was a light golden light shining on his skin. Under the blessing of the golden light, his body was as strong as refined steel. He didn't hesitate at all. Since the other party wanted to kill himself, don't blame him for his ruthlessness. He squeezed his hands fiercely, and then he heard "click click". The hands of Si Jian, a man in green, had been crushed by Ye Pengfei.

"Ah..."

Si Jian uttered a shrill scream. His hands were as if they had been trampled by fierce beasts in ancient times. The bones of his hands had been crushed by Ye Pengfei. The fragmentary bones were mixed with fuzzy flesh and blood, and ye Pengfei threw them aside at will.

Ye Pengfei didn't give him a chance to breathe. What the other side said was the Holy Son of the seven levels of the virtual God. His cultivation was three levels higher than that of him. If he was allowed to slow down, even if the other side lost his hands, he really didn't have to be his opponent. He had to kill him in one fell swoop when he was ill.

Ye Pengfei swung his fists like a strong wind and smashed them hard at Si Jian's face. The man in green, Si Jian, is really worthy of the title of the Holy Son. When he lost his two palms, he didn't panic in the face of danger. When he saw that ye Pengfei's iron fist hit him, he moved out of his body and escaped from ye Pengfei's fist.

Where is Ye Pengfei willing to let the other side go? He takes advantage of the situation to pursue him. With a fierce step on the snow, he immediately opens the eight robbers Bai Lei and bombards Si Jian without reservation. His fist is like a storm, pouring into Si Jian. Unfortunately, their accomplishments are far from each other. In addition, ye Pengfei has an unparalleled body, but he does not have the attack skill to weigh his hand. He can only throw his fist at Si Jian and let Si Jian open the distance with his skillful body.

"Boy, I really lost my sight today, which made me suffer so much." Si Jian looked at a pair of hands that had been abandoned and said with gnashing teeth.

He hated and hated himself. At the beginning, he shouldn't have told ye Pengfei that if he killed him at the beginning, how could he end up like this? I can only blame Ye Pengfei for his innocent appearance, which is too deceptive.

"If you want to kill me, you should be ready to be killed by me." Ye Pengfei's eyes burst out with a sense of killing. Such an expression is obviously not what a young man should have.

"You must die today!" Si Jian yelled angrily and waved his big sleeve. Five short swords of palm size suddenly flew out of his sleeve. His mind urged these short swords to shoot at Ye Pengfei like an arrow away from the string.

"Buzz..."

With the sound of the sword, five short swords are flying in the air, spinning at a high speed, forming a sword field like a tornado, which envelops Ye Pengfei. This is the magic power of the Si family, called "sword blade storm". It is unparalleled in power. It was with this magic power that the elders of the Si family once established the Si family and established themselves in Zhongzhou, where the strong are like a forest Heel, become a famous family in Zhongzhou.

It can be seen how terrible the power of this magic power is.

"Ascend the hall level sword idea!" Ye Pengfei's heart is tight. He, who is also a practitioner of sword sense, recognizes the other's sword sense level for the first time. He is no weaker than himself.

The five short swords rotate very fast. The sword is like a storm. Under such a dense attack, ye Pengfei has no way to avoid it, so he can only resist it. He hastened to activate the eight or nine Xuangong, and the golden light on his body was great, blessing his body.

"Zheng Zheng..."

Countless sword meanings are cut on Ye Pengfei's body. His clothes are broken and his hair is broken. However, these sword meanings, which are like a storm, can't break his skin. Every time a sword meaning strikes, when it comes to the golden light covered on his body surface, all of them are broken, and the sword meaning disappears into invisibility.

"How could that be? You, you can resist my blade storm. How strong is your body? " Si Jian's face was very blue.

His magic power is the magic power that the Si family relies on to become famous. His attack is unparalleled and his strength is unmatched. Even the real steel, under the bombardment of so many blades, has to be broken to pieces. It can be cut on Ye Pengfei, but it's like rain beating banana, and there's no trace left.I'm afraid only the ancient gods and demons in the legend can cultivate the physical body to such a level. If things don't happen, they will appear in front of them. Si Jian doesn't believe that there are such strong and powerful people in the world.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that ye Pengfei practiced the eight or nine Xuangong in the myth, and he was tempered by Taishi's Qi. This degree of attack was really nothing to him. The most important thing was that the ancient blood in his body had begun to awaken.

"Is that all you can do?" Ye Pengfei's face showed a mockery. He didn't expect that the other side would be so weak. He couldn't even break his own defense.

In fact, it's not that Si Jian is weak, but that ye Pengfei's body is too abnormal now, which makes Si Jian weak.

Si Jian's face is livid. As a holy Son, he has never been provoked like this. In his rage, he can't think of anything else. Even if he is the best.

Inspired by the divine idea, the five revolving daggers suddenly gathered together and became a huge black iron sword in the sky. Strands of black divine awn burst out from the sword.

"My master has repeatedly told me that I can't use this move with my strength. Today you can force me to take risks. It's your pride in this life. Now you go to die!"

As soon as the voice of Si Jian fell, the black sword, like a Heavenly Sword, came down from the sky with great strength.