Chapter 104 Killing a Martial Artist Is Like Killing a Dog

"Who the hell are you?"

Having no time to take care of the warriors who had lost order below, Yan Jilong stared at Sun Shangxiang who was slowly rising into the air on the opposite side with an extremely ugly expression.

He had previously estimated that Sun Shangxiang might be a strong Marquis of Wu, but after feeling the scorching sun-like true energy, his confidence was shaken again.

Is this really the momentum that Wuhou can send out? Behind him, the hundred martial masters standing in the sky can really deal with her?

Hundreds of martial artists, more than twice the number of Spirit Sword Sect martial artists, were supposed to be fearless, but they had a tacit understanding and lost the frivolity just now, and even the arrogant Wang Yidao did not dare to be like what he said just now. Hands on to Sun Shangxiang.

The aura on Sun Shangxiang's body was too deep. Whenever they wanted to investigate Sun Shangxiang's cultivation, they would feel like a boat floating in a small lake, facing the stormy sea.

They now believe that it was really Sun Shangxiang who brought the Prime Minister's Mansion into such a tragic state.

Sun Shangxiang looked at the hundreds of martial artists without fear. The strong wind in the air was blowing her dress, and her two long ponytails were rippling with the wind.

She is like a beauty in a picture scroll, but no one dares to underestimate her.

Sun Shangxiang didn't answer Yan Jilong's question, but sneered unceremoniously: "Old man, these people you are looking for don't seem to be very useful. Miss Ben just scolded them, and they turned into such ghosts!"

"Stinky girl, you are deceiving people too much!"

Others dare not do it, but Yan must not bear it any longer. If the master is humiliated, he is incompetent. As the guard and commander of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he must maintain the dignity of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Death!"

Yan Jue drew out the long knife, and the faint green infuriating qi lingered on it. He let out a deep breath and slashed straight at Sun Shangxiang with the long knife in his hand.

There is no dazzling feeling in Yan Jue's fighting style, everything is the simplest collision!

Chopping knife!

The figure quickly bullied into Sun Shangxiang's side, Yan Jue's right palm holding the knife, his true energy was slightly condensed, and the long knife swung fiercely, slashing at Sun Shangxiang's chest fiercely.

Mountain splitting knives, high-grade Huangjie martial arts, and members of the Yan family and above are qualified to learn.

An oncoming gust of wind blew the hair in front of Sun Shangxiang's forehead, revealing a pair of dark pupils.

Sun Shangxiang's bright eyes blinked, staring at the long knife that was getting closer and closer.

When the long knife was about to reach her shoulders, she took a step to the left unhurriedly.

With no more or no less steps, just dodging Yan Jue's attack, she turned slightly to the side, and the scythe in Sun Shangxiang's hand instantly slashed Yan Jue's neck.

snort!

A round head fell directly from the air to the ground, making a dull sound.

Don't be deceived by Sun Shangxiang's pure appearance. In this world, as a military commander and a strong man, her mind has long been rock-solid, and killing her has no burden at all.

Even a modern person like Xiao Chen came to this world and killed a lot of people.

"Commander Yan!"

There are many people in the Yan family who have a good relationship with Yan Jue. Seeing that Yan Jue's head is different, several martial masters suddenly split their eyes!

"Witch, I killed you!"

A martial artist of the same age as Yan Jue was blinded by anger and charged at Sun Shangxiang with his bare hands.

"Luo Feng, no, come back soon!"

Seeing Luo Feng who rushed over, Yan Jilong immediately sounded a warning.

It's a pity that everything is too late, fighting alone, the martial master has no ability to resist in front of the military commander!

With a muffled bang, Sun Shangxiang didn't even bother to use the Scythe Scythe this time, and slapped it directly on Luo Zong's chest.

Luo Xiang, who was hit by Sun Shangxiang, turned pale, his internal organs were completely destroyed, he groaned, and finally his whole body softened, and he fell from a height of tens of meters. The dead can no longer die.

The low-level warriors in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who were unable to control the sky, became silent when they watched the scene in the air. For the first time, they discovered that the warriors who were usually respected and respected by them had such a weak side, two tricks. Two people were killed.

A question appeared in their minds, are these hundred martial artists really enough for that beautiful girl to kill alone?

After killing the opponent with one palm, Sun Shangxiang shook his head a little bored. This kind of opponent is really not challenging, and he has not even used half of his true strength.

Two strong martial artists died at once, and they were both members of the Yan family. Yan Jilong was very distressed, especially Yan Jue, who was one of the best masters in the entire Yan family.

What made him feel wronged the most was that until now he did not understand how he had provoked such a great enemy.

The other Martial Masters were all ready to fight, as if they were facing a great enemy, but no one rushed forward as recklessly as Yan Jue.

As martial artists, they are all experienced people. Sun Shangxiang's two simple moves have already made them understand. If they want to defeat her, it is only possible for all the martial artists to make a move together.

So they are waiting for Yan Jilong's order.

Yan Jilong clenched his fists tightly and the veins on his forehead were exposed, but he still resisted the thought of doing it immediately.

He closed his eyes, let out a long sigh, then opened his eyes, the cold light in his eyes loomed, and he looked at Sun Shangxiang coldly and said, "Before the war, I hope the girl can tell me why you came to trouble my Yan family. , who is your son!"

Yan Jilong knew that there was no room for easing what happened today. He just wanted to figure out the reason for the war before the war.

"Yan Xiang, why don't I answer it!" A long voice sounded at the right time, attracting everyone's attention.

The play is almost over, and the protagonist should also appear.

Xiao Chen stepped on the void, as if stepping on the transparent stone steps, step by step to Sun Shangxiang who was in the air.

Although his face has been changed, he is still very handsome. He is dressed in a moon-white robe, which makes him more dusty, and his tall and straight body is comparable to the models of later generations.

"Who are you?"

Seeing Xiao Chen, Yan Jilong frowned slightly. Compared with Sun Shangxiang's unfathomable depth, Xiao Chen's three-star martial artist's cultivation did not attract his attention.

On weekdays, he would be curious about such geniuses, but today he has no such interest.

"Yan Xiang, didn't you just ask Shang Xiang, who is the son of her name? Now I'm standing in front of you," Xiao Chen said with a faint smile.

"Yeah, this is my son, old man, don't give up your head soon," Sun Shangxiang teased at all.

At this moment, Yan Jilong, the warriors behind him, and the thousands of warriors below all felt a bit absurd.

Such a powerful girl, the son in her mouth is just a three-star martial artist?

Fourth more!