The sky and the earth are full of golden light.

The audience can only see clearly with the cultivation level of Huajin Consummation, that is to say, at this moment, except for the parties, only the alcoholic can barely see clearly.

"Hurry up!"

The drunkard yelled and pushed everyone around him with a strong wind.

Keng! In the next second, the entire hall seemed to collapse instantly, and the entire ground sank.

This sword, just the sword spirit is already terrifying! Jiang Beichen did not move.

He took this sword abruptly.

And it's one hand next.

Now that he can use about three levels of strength, he wants to see how powerful this half-step martial arts blow is.

The mentality of purely playing tickets is not taken seriously.

However, when he followed with bare hands, he was disappointed.

He only used two long fingers and pinched it.

weak! It's too weak! It seems that the half-step Wu Shengzhao is still far behind Wu Sheng, more than a star.

At this moment, Yu Wenlie was a little confused.

It even feels incredible.

In his opinion, even if the opponent is Yizhimei, at best, his strength is equal to him.

But now it seems that it is totally different! This kid turned his sword down with two fingers! And, you know, that is the Longquan Sword, adhering to its own true essence streamer, even if the powerhouse who has just stepped into the martial arts, I am afraid not to underestimate it.

I didn't expect the other party to take it so grandiosely, and from the beginning he seemed very confident.

"impossible!"

"Come again!"

Yu Wenlie was not convinced, and violently used force, trying to pull Longquan Sword from Jiang Beichen's fingers.

But he was horrified to find out.

Can't move! The Longquan sword seemed to be frozen in general, and couldn't be extracted anyway.

How is this possible?

Yu Wenlie's eyes widened, and the cold sweat ran down.

At this time, he saw the corner of the other's joking mouth, and he realized.

They didn't take him seriously from the beginning! It's like treating ants! "No, this is absolutely impossible!"

"How can you be so strong!"

Yu Wenlie couldn't help screaming, his expression unacceptable.

But he couldn't accept it, because the sword just couldn't be drawn.

"Better than you think!"

Jiang Beichen sneered, and then gently rubbed his fingers.

Longquan Sword uttered a violent scream, as if shuddering, and in the next second, he only heard a pop, and instantly broke from the middle.

At the same time, a strong force spread with a broken sword in an instant, and Yu Wenlie had not had time to react, as if a passive car had crashed, he directly vomited blood and flew out.

Boom! The distant wall directly presents a large font.

At this moment, the golden light dissipated, and everyone was stunned.

The young master of the sword pavilion, lost! And the defeat was so terrible, they were all beaten into the wall! "too weak!"

Jiang Beichen sighed and shook his head. This was more than a little bit weaker than he had imagined. It could not be described as rubbish.

歘! But at this moment, somewhere behind Jiang Beichen came from among the unremarkable crowd.

Just when Jiang Beichen regained his skill and completely slackened, a bit of cold light came in an instant.

Then, silver light flashed, and the knife fell like thunder! "not good!"

Jiang Beichen's eyes trembled.

Unexpectedly, there is still a half-step martial arts expert with real essence streamer hidden on the scene! "Beichen!"

Fang Yi had just walked towards Jiang Beichen at the moment, wanting to celebrate, but unexpectedly caught up with the cold light, almost subconsciously, he hugged Jiang Beichen's back.

歘! A silver dragon sword penetrated Fang Yi's shoulder instantly, as well as Jiang Beichen's shoulder.

At this moment, Jiang Beichen's pupils suddenly tightened.

Immediately distraught.

He turned back abruptly, and shook his palm to somewhere in the sky.

boom! In the shocked eyes of everyone, a black figure of a samurai suddenly fell from the air, vomiting a big mouthful of blood and knelt on the ground.

When the samurai was forty or fifty years old, his face was extremely sordid.

"Hojo Hideaki!"

The alcoholic's pupils were shaken.

Careless! Unexpectedly, it was a fellow of this sword style! Hojo Hideaki is the originator of the sword, the Japanese special tolerance, one of the top ten in the world, such assassination, let alone them, even Jiang Beichen himself was careless.

Because he didn't expect at all, he was lurking among many guests in public from the beginning! In fact, Jiang Beichen had noticed it when the opponent started it, but the distance was too short to react at all! So, the way! "Everyone, let's kill the Japanese dog!"

The drunkard shouted and rushed up with a group of masters.

"idiot!"

Hideaki Hojo clutched his chest, his expression ugly.

He was seriously injured by Jiang Beichen's blow.

In fact, he has been watching from the side.

If he hadn't seen Jiang Beichen's true strength, he would not use sneak attacks.

After all, he was already a half-step martial arts sage after leaving the customs this time.

But seeing Yu Wenlie's defeat so miserably, he didn't dare to push it big, he didn't dare to stand firm.

In order to avenge his cousin, he can only sneak attack! Obviously, the sneak attack was successful! But he was also seriously injured.

But in any case, he is also a half-step martial arts sage, even if he is seriously injured, he cannot be dealt with by alcoholics and others.

歘欻欻! He swung a few swords instantly, as fast as lightning.

The bodies of the two grand masters suddenly stopped, and in the next second, their bodies separated instantly, and they shed eight pieces on the spot.

Only the drunkard rushed to the front, but he was also slashed. Although he avoided the vital point, he was still chopped in the shoulder, and blood surged for a moment.

Roar! The drunkard seemed to be crazy, holding the sharp blade, in a posture that he wanted to die with the opponent.

But Hideaki Hojo suddenly drew his knife, shattered and retreated, and his whole body instantly disappeared into the darkness.

"You come out!"

"Come out!!"

The alcoholic roared loudly.

The other party actually dared to hurt his master, and he couldn't wait to cut the other party thousands of times.

However, the opponent's ninjutsu is too clever, and the strength is too much stronger than him, he can't detect the opponent's trace at all.

But at this moment, Jiang Beichen turned a deaf ear, just hugged Fang Yi who was about to fall, scarlet tiger eyes trembled violently.

"Fang Yi...Fang Yi!"

Jiang Beichen grasped Fang Yi's slippery hand very hard, but couldn't grasp it.

That sword is too powerful! Moreover, this person is extraordinarily cunning. He didn't make a move with Yu Wenlie, but chose to give him a fatal blow when he was at his most relaxed.

If it's him, at best it's a bit of injury.

But I didn't expect Fang Yi to be so stupid that he would be the one for herself.

"Fang Yi..." Jiang Beichen shed tears in his eyes and fell drop by drop.

Fang Yi is just an ordinary person. Although the knife didn't hit the point, the heart pulse was already broken by the knife energy.

Even if he has superb medical skills, it is absolutely impossible! Even Nine Ni will not work! Da Luo Jinxian is here, not even! "Fang Yi!!"

Jiang Beichen was so hurt that he couldn't breathe, and was full of guilt.

Fang Yi really left, without a last word before his death.

I really can't come back.

"Fang Yi, wake up, I promised my foster father to take good care of you!"

"I beg you to wake up!"

Jiang Beichen knelt on the ground, holding his beautiful body that was gradually cooling off, and his whole person was on the verge of collapse.

He kept roaring grief.

"Brother..." Jiang Lai's tears were falling beside him.

She knew that her brother and sister Yi still had feelings.

It's just that he is married, and out of morality and responsibility, he has always maintained a distance.

Unexpectedly, this alienation has become a permanent regret.

That Sister Fang Yi, who wanted to become an older brother and daughter-in-law, passed away completely.

But at this moment, no one saw it, a drop of tears quietly slipped from the corner of Fang Yi's closed eyes, dripping gently, and dripping onto the string of beautiful and retro copper bells in his hand.

Ding! The sound seemed to strike deep in the soul.

Jiang Beichen opened his eyes unbelievably, and in his gray eyes, suddenly saw two red energy clusters floating into the bell like cotton.

"Jingle Bell!"

The crisp bells kept ringing, and Jiang Beichen seemed to have a voice in his mind.

"Beichen, I will always...wait for you..." As soon as the voice fell, everything fell silent.