Chapter 1794

The warriors have been used to Yang Xiaotian's boasting for a long time. Now they are silent and look at each other. Their eyes are very clear. They have killed Yang Xiaotian.

In their eyes, Yang Xiaotian is now described as a dead man. With the dead, of course, there is nothing to talk about.

But then, to their surprise, something happened.

That is, Yang Xiaotian only used a right hand, then easily raised the two hands of the sword, with a child picked up a chopstick has no difference, can not see any burden.

They now know that Yang Xiaotian is not just talking big, this person still has a little ability.

It's said that this two handed sword is forged with meteorite iron. It's very heavy. Even if they want to take it up, it's not easy. Yang Xiaotian can easily take it up. Apart from other things, this power can't be underestimated.

Although simple power can't explain anything, it at least shows that Yang Xiaoting is not an ordinary person.

It's a pity that Yang Xiaotian is so arrogant that one person has to correct twelve of them. They think that Yang Xiaotian has no chance of winning anyway.

Even if Yang Xiaotian's ability is stronger than any of them, he can't defeat twelve of them at the same time.

Two fists are hard to fight four hands, and heroes can't stand many people. This is a truth that has existed since ancient times. No one can violate this truth.

In a word, Yang Xiaotian is sure to lose and die. And all this was the reason why he had done evil and could not live.

"Horse fight or step fight?" Yang Xiaotian asked.

Zhebei said: "we are the name of grassland. Of course, we fight on horseback."

"Then just give me a horse. I'll stand here. You charge me. I'll tell you with my strength that you're really a bunch of rubbish." Yang Xiaotian said arrogantly.

Although Zhebei had a cold face, he said to his men, "take my spare jujube horse out and give it to him. I won't take advantage of him. This is my measure."

A moment later, among the onlookers, Yang Xiaotian rode on a red jujube horse, holding a two handed sword to fight against the twelve most powerful warriors of Fengfeng clan.

It was a great duel.

Few people are optimistic about Yang Xiaotian.

Although there are many magical things about Yang Xiaotian. Maybe Yang Xiaotian is really favored by changshengtian, but after all, changshengtian is far away from heaven and can't manage all the details of the secular world.

How can Yang Xiaotian, such a weak young man, defeat these twelve fierce warriors?

What they see is Yang Xiaotian's courage, or the fearlessness of the ignorant, but they don't see Yang Xiaotian's power.

Therefore, it is normal to have no hope for Yang Xiaotian.

Led by Zhebei, the twelve warriors of the gale clan have already surrounded Yang Xiaotian. All around Yang Xiaotian, the warriors are eyeing him.

They occupy the most advantageous position, only a hundred meters away from Yang Xiaotian. They only need a charge from the steed to come to Yang Xiaotian.

In their view, as long as they charge together and fight together, they can tear this arrogant teenager to pieces in an instant.

At this time, the sun is burning.

Everyone's figure is lengthened by the scorching sun.

Under the sun, sweat appeared on the faces of all the grassland people. They watched the duel nervously. Although they had foreseen the result, they always expected a miracle.

"Start!" At this time, the clerk acted as the referee and gave a loud shout.

The sound of the horse's hooves broke the silence and rolled up a burst of noise.

The ground trembled like thunder. Twelve horses and their owners, armed with all kinds of weapons, charged Yang Xiaotian fiercely.

From the front and back of Yang Xiaotian, around, in all directions, to Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Xiaotian is besieged without a dead corner. He is like a beast falling into a trap. He has no room to escape. He can only fight a trapped beast.

Yang Xiaotian stayed in place, motionless, or static brake.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the speed of the twelve warriors is as fast as lightning, so that people's eyes can't catch their movements.

But Yang Xiaotian seems to have entered the bullet time.

It was a very mysterious state, and he felt that everything around him was slowing down. Time has become very slow, very slow, from the graceful trickle, gradually into a little drip.

As time slows down, the warriors' movements also slow down. Their actions in front of Yang Xiaotian are like slow action movies. Every detail is revealed in Yang Xiaotian's eyes.

"The world's martial arts, only fast not broken."

Yang Xiaotian smile, sword!

For Yang Xiaotian, those people's movements seem to be slow motion, but Yang Xiaotian's sword light is as fast as lightning, and the best way to fight is to fight fast and slow.

Poof——

Ding——

Card——

Yang Xiaotian's figure turned into twelve ways in a moment. He attacked the twelve warriors with a single gesture. His swordsmanship is also superb and perfect, reaching a peak.

It's an ordinary way to stab, but it has no flaw. It disarms the enemy in a very clever way. And there are countless changes in Yang Xiaotian's move. These countless changes, turned into countless sword lights, swept over these warriors.

In the eyes of ordinary people, Yang Xiaotian seems to be a mirage. Yang Xiaotian seems to be divided into thousands of people.

The reason for this effect is that Yang Xiaotian's action is too fast. People's eyes can't keep up.

Therefore, it seems that there are 1000 and 10000 Yang Xiaotian in this game. In fact, it's just the action made by Yang Xiaotian in a flash, which hasn't disappeared in those people's pupils.

The battle ended in a flash.

The results have come out.

Led by Zhebei, the twelve most powerful warriors of the Fengfeng clan were disarmed by Yang Xiaotian in an instant, and then they were defeated by Yang Xiaotian one after another.

The speed of the battle is almost beyond imagination.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, with an incredible look on their faces.

Even gale Khan is no exception.

"As I said, you won't be my opponents." Yang Xiaotian said, looking at the wind Khan, "it seems that your mount will become my mount."

That's how people react.

"God of war!"

"Ares blood wolf!"

"Ares blood wolf, invincible!"

The people around cheered, even the people of the gale clan cheered. Since ancient times, grassland has been the law of the jungle. What people admire is strength. As long as Yang Xiaotian wins and proves that he has such strength, he will be cheered by everyone. Even the enemy will respect him from the bottom of his heart.

This is the logic of grassland, the rules of grassland.