Countless torches lit up in the gate, and Zhuo Qing took advantage of the fire to see clearly the person who broke in from the main gate. This was an ordinary man with an ordinary appearance, nine feet tall, and the broad sword in his hand was as wide as a door panel, with red flames burning on it.

The man laughed wildly, "Everything is dead."

He made great strides, and the ground paved with bluestone was crushed directly.

Zhuo Qing couldn't believe that people could have such strength. His clothes were wet with cold sweat. Zhuang Ding, who was holding a torch, was slapped away by the broad sword in his brown clothes like a scarecrow.

But his feet were still straight and had no intention of retreating at all.

Seeing him blocking him, the man in brown clothes pushed forward the sword tip, which was not sharp, to be precise, like a big stick coming directly over. Zhuo Qing felt the first thing he did not feel the sword energy, but the heat wave that was coming to his face, and his eyebrows and green beard were burnt all at once. Under a huge force of destruction, Zhelong Gong could not stir up any storm.

He flew high, not sure how far he had flew, but he heard the sound of his bones shattering.

Then he was dragged by something, and he turned around and saw a huge head, which was twice as big as his head. His vague consciousness barely realized that it was the young master's head, and Ji Liao's palm was holding his body. The big hand was swollen into purple, which was wider than his waist.

He could not imagine that the gentle and delicate young man who was usually gentle and elegant suddenly turned into a tall and mighty giant.

After gently throwing Zhuo Qing to the ground, the big broad sword had already been cut.

Ji Liao felt the blazing heat wave, and held it with both hands. The qi and blood boiled, like a furnace. On the cold night, under the heat wave of broad sword and the heat emitted by Ji Liao's blood, it seemed as if midsummer had arrived for a while.

A straight punch brought out a thunderous sound.

This punch actually had the charm of sword energy and thunder sound, which was the killing fist he created recently. He punched it out, and Zhuo Qing, who fell to the ground, could see the white smoke. It was the result of the friction between the air and Ji Liao's fist.

The fist hit the back of the sword of Kuaijian. The originally feminine demonic energy suddenly became fierce and fierce, and it surgingly destroyed the Yanyang sword energy attached to the Kuaijian.

The man in brown took three steps back, and a pit appeared under Ji Liao's feet.

"Good sword technique, great sword technique that is not good!" the man in brown roared wildly.

Ji Liao narrowed his eyes slightly. This person should be what Gui Xinzi said about Chi Zhuiyang. He came one step earlier than Yin Xiaoshan. This person's sword is wild, but his mind is not stupid. He can tell the essence of his boxing posture as soon as he fights.

His punches were indeed simple and unpretentious, and he was deeply impressed by the essence of Mu Qing's palm, and it was also his in-depth analysis of sword energy and thunder sound. The gentleman's style of being a gentleman is deeply aware of his bones. Once he understands something, he ultimately pursues the essence, not the form of his performance.

Gui Xinzi, who was watching the battle secretly next to him, was also stunned. He could not have thought that Ji Liao could use sword skills in boxing. Moreover, Ji Liao had practiced special external skills and stimulated his potential to such an extent.

Ji Liao said: "Come again."

He attacked even harder than Chi Zhuiyang, swung his big fist like a rolling stone, shot out white smoke, brought out thunder sound, and went hard towards Chi Zhuiyang.

When Chi Zhuiyang faced Ji Liao's terrifying fist, he had no time to use the sword-controlling technique. Instead, he immediately activated Yan Yang's sword energy, raised the broad sword that was large on the door panel to block Ji Liao's fist.

He raised his sword with both hands and felt the surging fist force. It was like a mountain pressing down, his eyes began to turn black, his throat was sweet, and his ears were roaring.

Chi Zhuiyang had never seen such an opponent before, but he was head-on and did not lose any disadvantage.

He was the only one who chased others with the Yanyang Sword, but this time he actually turned around.

Ji Liao punched faster and faster. He felt that the thunderstorm practiced swords at that night, and that he did not feel as comfortable as he was at this time. When the fist was pouring into the qi and blood, when the thunder sound trembled, there was a layer of invisible qi net wrapped around the fist, so the broad sword was covered with fire, but it could not hurt him at all.

Chi Zhuiyang went from raising his broad sword to half kneeling on the ground and raising his sword. He was hit by more than a hundred heavy hammers, but in the end he was not intact.

Finally, he let out a loud roar, like a seriously injured and dying lion. The huge sound waves shocked Zhuo Qing to faint. To be precise, most people in the villa fainted.

With Ji Liao and Chi Zhuiyang as the center, a circular pit appeared.

Ji Liao has changed from nearly a foot tall to the original appearance. His clothes are woven by Tiansilk, with good toughness and elasticity, and have not been damaged until now.

Chi Zhuiyang in front of him was breathless. Ji Liao walked forward and covered his eyes with his hands. The other party's eyes were still closed.

Ji Liao had no lust, he just solved a sword holder.

He sensed a cloud of yin energy that kept approaching from afar, smiled faintly, and took advantage of his leisure to return to his room. When he came out again, he was already wearing clean white clothes.

At this time, a sedan chair had landed steadily next to Chi Zhuiyang's corpse, and was carried by eight ghosts floating on the ground with their toes.

"You killed him just now." A sound that was neither yin nor yang came from the sedan chair, but it could be heard that the owner of the voice was extremely young.

Ji Liao said: "To be precise, he was beaten to death by me, you are the next one."

He was not polite at all and was calm in the face of ghosts.

"You are indeed very strong, but to be honest, you may not have much energy now. I will give you a happy way to die. If you don't hand over it, I will practice you into a sword ghost, and the result will be the same." The person in the sedan laughed.

Ji Liao smiled and said, "Do you know there is a little you can't compare to this dead guy at all?"

"Which point?" asked the person in the sedan chair.

"He is not as much talking as you." Ji Liao said.

A cold murderous intent suddenly arose, and a black air flew out of the sedan chair, as fast as lightning.

The black air hit Ji Liao's body. At the same time, Ji Liao pulled out the sword of the evil, and the green sword light broke through the curtain of the sedan chair.

Ji Liao, who was hit by black gas on his body, was completely strange. When he walked to the sedan chair, the ghosts rushed up, and screamed and dissipated invisible.

Ji Liao opened the curtain, and there was a black-clad dwarf inside, and a small sword was nailed into his forehead. He seemed to be alive, and he said with difficulty: "Why aren't you afraid of my ghost sword?"

Ji Liao smiled and said, "Do you want to know the answer?"

The black-clad dwarf nodded with difficulty.

Ji Liao whispered: "I don't know either."

He pulled out the green sword that was nailed into the other person's head, and the brain matter like white tofu mixed with bright red blood flowed out. The black-clad dwarf tilted his head, and a stream of blue smoke emerged from him, wanting to gather together.

A piece of talisman paper floated into the sedan chair, and flames blew up, burning the blue smoke cleanly.

Gui Xinzi appeared beside the sedan chair and whispered: "Sorry, I'm also going to live."

Ji Liao used the sedan curtain to wipe the Biqing Zhuxie Sword clean and said to Gui Xinzi leisurely: "The second one."
Chapter completed!