Chapter 1107: The Thirteen Guardians’ Spears

Every step this young man took was very solid, and his body was as straight as a javelin. This reminded Zhao Yiming of someone, his sworn brother Yang Wuwei.

He looked at the young man with a smile and said, "You seem to have an extraordinary temperament. I don't know what to call you."

The young man said with a cold face: "My name is Yang Feng. People who know me are used to calling me Changqian Xiaoyang."

Zhao Yiming said softly, and then said: "I heard that the old man Kong Yunlong has 13 godsons with extraordinary abilities. Outside, they are called the 13 Taibao. Could it be that you are one of them?"

Yang Feng said with an arrogant look: "I am a spear and a 13 Taibao, but I am not the godson of that old man. I have my dignity."

Zhao Yiming nodded and said: "I also believe that you are not the godson of that old man. A groveling person cannot have such momentum as you.

And I also understand why you are ranked last among the 13 Taibao. How can such a stubborn guy be ranked at the top. "

Yang Feng said with a cold face: "If you think so, you are wrong. The reason why I am ranked last among the 13 Taibao is really because I have the worst ability.

However, I am the youngest among the 13 people. No one can predict my future achievements, and my feeling tells me that if I can kill you tonight, my achievements will be limitless. "

Zhao Yiming chuckled and said, "It's interesting to deal with people like you. Then I'll have a good time with you. I hope I won't disappoint you."

Long Yi and Leng Hao took a few steps back at the same time, staring at Xu Xun with sharp eyes. This was to prevent this guy from coming up to help and at the same time prevent him from running away.

Yang Feng took off the spear from his back, wiped it gently with his hand and said, "I practice the life-threatening choke gun. There are already 138 dead souls under this gun, and every one of them is a famous person."

Zhao Yiming took out the Blood Soul Saber and said with the same smile: "I haven't used a weapon for a long time. Today you deserve my respect. I will make an exception and use the sword for you once."

Xiao Yang stood the spear on the ground, then kicked the tip of the spear with his foot, and swept towards the opponent with a burst of energy.

Zhao Yiming smiled slightly, waved the sword in his hand, and drew a chasm on the ground, stopping his energy.

Yang Feng suddenly shouted loudly, jumped up in the air, and stabbed the opponent directly between the eyebrows with extremely fast speed. He is also a demigod, but he also follows the route of a divine body.

Zhao Yiming flipped his sword, and the opponent's gun hit the back of his sword. He took a few steps back, then stood firm with the stake, and then slashed forward with the sword, and a huge sword light cut through it.

The two of them fought each other very quickly, and it was difficult to tell the winner. There was a flash of swords and shadows of guns, and the two people could not be seen at all.

Long Yi had been secretly observing Xu Xun and the others, and suddenly noticed that Xu Xun's eyes seemed to have changed a little, and there seemed to be something extra in his eyes.

The two of them, Zhao Yiming, were inseparable, and then they each made a feint and retreated from each other.

Yang Feng smiled coldly and said: "It seems that your sword skills are not as powerful as your palm skills. Using weapons actually restrains you."

Zhao Yiming casually flicked the blade with two fingers and said, "You really think highly of yourself. It was just a warm-up. Now I'm going to let you see my real ability."

After he finished speaking, he swung his steel sword and pounced forward. This time his sword technique changed and he used the Eight Heavenly Sword Techniques. His attack power became more powerful and his moves became more mysterious.

The two of them fought again, and they struck each other more ferociously, much more intensely than before.

After dozens of more strikes, Zhao Yiming suddenly grabbed the opponent's gun with one hand, and then turned the steel knife on the opponent's gun, with the blade looking at the opponent's shoulder.

Yang Feng suddenly let out a scream, and his entire left arm was cut off. His face became very pale, and he knew that his life was over.

Zhao Yiming was also secretly glad that he was so lucky just now that he actually triggered the martial art of single sword breaking and spear breaking, and naturally defeated his opponent in one fell swoop.

He laughed and said: "It seems that you can't pass my test today, but I admire you very much, and I don't want to kill you just now, so you'd better retreat quickly!"

Yang Feng had sealed the acupuncture points on his shoulders. His body was still upright and he said with an arrogant look: "I don't need enemies to pity me, but your skills are really extraordinary. I have nothing to say if I lose in your hands." .

It seems that the saint has really found a good man, so I feel relieved. Not everyone in the holy city is against the saint. There are many people who want the saint to come back.

I am not a thief like Kong Yunlong, but many times I have no choice. I hope you can overthrow the Holy King in the future and bring us new hope. "

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without even looking at the spear that fell on the ground. Now that he had lost an arm, he didn't want the gun!

Zhao Yiming looked at his back with a calm expression, and felt a sense of emotion in his heart. The other party's abilities were also extraordinary, but it was a pity that he was unlucky.

After a moment, he turned to look at Xu Xun. The latter's face turned pale. This guy didn't expect that he was so dissatisfied with this person. The Rizhao man was killed, and the big man escaped with his arm broken.

He said with a miserable face: "It's really a wrong step. I didn't expect that I lost all my money this time. I don't ask you to let me go. I just hope that you will let us go for Shaopeng's sake." A family of women and children.”

Zhao Yiming said with a cold face: "Don't you think your request is too much? Xu Shaopeng is just a younger brother of mine, why should I give you face?

I have given you a lot of conveniences since the Ming Cult entered Qianmo City, but you are like unfamiliar white-eyed wolves, always trying to bite me back. "

Xu Xun said with an ugly face: "I know it's my fault, but as the saying goes, it won't harm the wife and children, so there's no need to be so cruel."

Zhao Yiming suddenly showed a smile on his face and said: "Sometimes I really admire Kong Yunlong, he is definitely a master of preparing for rainy days.

A lot of arrangements were made in advance, and 13 Taibao was really powerful. He was able to penetrate everything. Moreover, a person with such status could manage a small family in a small county.

All this is really hard on you. I wonder if it’s inconvenient for you to tell me which one of the 13 Taibao you are. It’s not fun to play like this! "

Zhao Yiming's words stunned everyone. Everyone looked at Xu Xun in disbelief, feeling that his aura was constantly growing.