Loma thought he was dazzled for a moment.
Where did this little catcher come from?
wrong!
How could an ordinary policeman from a small place have such strength!
I saw that Yan Ming's sword was fierce and the wind was blowing under his feet. While dealing with a little red, he was able to find the remaining strength to disturb Zhao Guiyuan.
Luo Ma could clearly feel the power of Zhao Guiyuan's sword just now, but was it easily blocked by this little catcher?
Not to mention Luo Ma, even Zhao Guiyuan was anxious and cursed loudly.
"Your grandma's a bit red, haven't you eaten? Didn't you expose it in advance? Now you can't even take down a little eagle claw grandson! You've practiced your sword skills to the point of a dog's belly!"
Yidian Hong paused with the sword in his hand.
"Keep your mouth clean! I'll help you get things done after I take your money. Why are you in a hurry!"
Before he finished speaking, the red sword almost formed a big net and headed towards Yan Ming.
To be honest, Yidianhong is also shocked now.
He could tell that this little catcher's cultivation was weaker than his own.
But when it comes to fighting, it's not the same thing at all!
The opponent's sword skills are exquisite and the sword's power is fierce. It is not weaker than his own swordsmanship!
After fighting for so long, Dianhong didn't even get the advantage.
Moreover, this boy's inner breath is pure and long, and he doesn't look like someone whose cultivation level is worse than his own!
After fighting for so long, there is no sign of decline!
What kind of evil skills does this kid practice?
According to Dian Hong's idea, this operation is a sure success.
Even if there were some flaws, there were three third-level Heavenly Warriors in the Qi and Blood Realm on their side, as well as a large number of mountain bandits to support them, and the opponent could only be Jiang Long and Loma.
As long as he can take care of them easily, the remaining convoy guards pose no threat in his eyes.
Who would have thought that a young policeman who appeared halfway would be so difficult to deal with?
Whether Yan Ming is able to fight or not, the key is that he has great lightness skills. He moves while fighting, and his body moves far and near.
At first glance, I didn’t know whether Dian Dianhong was chasing him or whether he was walking Dian Dianhong.
Similarly, Monk Baoxiang and Zhao Guiyuan watched from the side and were also shocked.
Something is wrong!
They had previously judged that the young catcher from Qixia Town was at least as powerful as Niu Wanshan. How could he be so good at fighting?
Baoxiang was so happy to see that he was hunting, so he abandoned Jiang Long and intercepted Yanming with a blood knife.
歘!
A red sword net was chasing behind, and in the direction Yan Ming was going, Baoxiang's bloody knife was already waiting, like a wild beast seeing its prey, drawing out layers of blood.
Seeing the attacks from both front and back, it was difficult for Yan Ming to dodge.
But as he got closer, Yan Ming's trajectory suddenly changed from a straight line to several curved and irregular arcs.
The person is still in the air, but every step he takes is in an extremely tricky direction.
The sword net and blood knife almost scraped against the edge of his body, narrowly missing the mark again and again.
This scene was unexpected.
"What kind of movement is this?"
With Baoxiang and Yidianhong thinking in their minds, Yanming slashed out again.
The amplified Blood Hell Sword Technique, with the blessing of pure Yang internal power, directly cut a ravine on the ground.
It just so happened that Zhao Guiyuan wanted to take this opportunity to deal with Luo Ma, who was restricted in his actions.
But the golden ring sword was blocked by Yan Ming once again.
"Your ancestor!"
Zhao Guiyuan couldn't control his temper anymore, gave up Luoma and went straight to Yanming.
On both sides of the rear, Yidianhong and Baoxiang also pursued them, forming a double-team.
The fight between several people came to a brief stagnation.
But Yan Ming was already surrounded by three people in a triangle shape.
"Get rid of this troublemaker first!"
Zhao Guiyuan gritted his teeth and said.
"You brat, Grandpa Monk is going to eat you!"
Baoxiang wiped his bald head and held the bloody knife in front of him.
Dianhong said nothing, but the sword shook slightly, obviously ready to go.
Below, Jiang Long rushed forward and slashed at the strange Black Lotus Blood Warriors with his sword.
But the blood servant's head flew away, and his limbs were still tightly wrapped around Loma, unable to break free for a while.
Luoma looked up at Yan Ming and urged him.
"Hurry, hurry up! That little catcher won't be able to hold on for a while!"
"kill!"
At the same time, Baoxiang attacked first, and before the knife could reach him, blood and fishy smell hit his face!
Baoxiang's sword technique is inherited from the blood sword ancestor of Daxue Mountain, and it emphasizes the ferocity and weirdness.
It's fast and ruthless, and attacks at tricky points with every move.
At the same time, a point of red also came forward, the sword energy was like a rainbow, drawing out the cold light of the sword path, and instantly enveloped Yan Ming.
As if feeling the crisis, the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu in Yan Ming's body was running like never before, and a large amount of pure internal energy was generated.
Yan Ming's eyes flashed.
Three masters surrounded him, with limited space to move, and the pressure brought by the offensive was getting bigger and bigger, and it was no longer something that could be avoided by the magical movement.
Not to mention, there was a small cultivation gap between Yan Ming and any of them, but the increase in sword skills temporarily smoothed the gap.
But overall, they are still at an absolute disadvantage, let alone one against three.
Normal play will only delay for a moment at most, and it is impossible to win.
Facing the shocking two-phase attack, Yan Ming's eyes flashed fiercely, as if the blood in his heart was aroused.
Today, someone stepped on my own territory. If I lose, the Qixia Town behind me will be plagued by bandits!
Yan Ming filled his sword with anger and suddenly moved it.
His target turned out to be Zhao Guiyuan, who was still cursing!
The bloody sword followed closely behind.
Zhao Guiyuan's sword technique has its own characteristics, it is more vigorous and thorough, and when the true energy is surging, it actually forms a thin layer of protection!
I thought to myself when I saw Yan Ming rushing towards me.
"This little catcher is so quick that he doesn't care about his buttocks. Is it possible that he is going to die?"
As long as he blocks Yan Ming, Baoxiang and Yidianhong's offensive can kill him!
Zhao Gui's vitality sank into his dantian, and he was on the defensive as he swung the golden ring sword. The layer of protection condensed on his body was a bit thicker.
In an instant, he collided with Yan Ming, and the moment the official sword collided with the golden ring sword, the confident expression on Zhao Guiyuan's face suddenly stopped.
The protection he had accumulated over the years could feel several holes appearing, and then waves of coldness penetrated his body.
"ah!"
Zhao Guiyuan lowered his head.
He discovered that several invisible dark energies were like invisible sharp cones, directly breaking through the protective energy and opening several holes in his body.
The sword technique, which has always emphasized robustness, suddenly lost its momentum the moment the protection was broken!
"Ling Zui An Jin? Impossible!"
Zhao Guiyuan was shocked and retreated quickly.
Of course he can recognize that this Lingzui Dark Strength was taught to him by the Holy Envoy of the Black Lotus Sect, specifically to deal with the large number of horizontal kung fu practitioners in the military or government.
But I didn’t expect Yan Ming to do the same!
I never expected that Yan Ming would be so skilled in this martial art!
It looks like it has reached at least the third level.
Even after Niu Wanshan was captured, he revealed the technique, but it had only been a few days? How could he actually become much better than himself?
On par with the Holy Envoy of the Black Lotus Sect!
How can this be?
Zhao Guiyuan retreated quickly, but Yan Ming was faster.
The person was still moving at high speed, and the Blood Hell Sword Technique came like a violent storm.
Zhao Guiyuan barely resisted, but was still hit by several knives.
But at this moment, the residual power of the long sword and the blood knife also hit Yan Ming's back.
The two huge forces seemed to tear his body apart, but suddenly his whole body relaxed, and an invisible force helped him resolve the attack.
In my mind, the number of times I am immune to external damage today is correspondingly reduced.
Yan Ming barely paused, and the sword became more and more violent. The violent force cut Zhao Guiyuan from the air and smashed it into the ground.
Several bandits who rushed over were unable to dodge and were smashed directly below.
"ah?"
Yidianhong and Baoxiang were stunned.
what's the situation?
The two of them joined forces to strike, and they were clearly hit, but why did it seem like nothing happened to the other party?
Could it be that he was wearing some legendary body armor?
Or has it reached the legendary realm of indestructible power?
Loma had just gotten out of trouble with help. When he and Jiang Long turned around, they were even more stunned when they saw Zhao Guiyuan smashing into the ground.
