Chapter 15 Golden Thunder 8 Knives

"Wow……"

Su Yang lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment, vomiting blood.

"Second brother!" Su Yun screamed and rushed over to support Su Yang.

Su Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth fiercely, pushed Su Yun away and stood up, yelling at Sikong Jing: "You criminal, sick man, you dare to sneak attack on me?"

"There is a saying in the army that soldiers never tire of deceit." Sikong Jing stepped forward step by step and said slowly: "However, I did not use my full strength in that punch just now, and it was not a sneak attack. Otherwise, you would have been dead just now."

His words were plain, but he was extremely arrogant, as if he was the eighth level of the Ming Realm.

But this is the truth. Even when facing Su Zhengtao in darkness, Sikong Jing is sure to kill him with one strike, not to mention the little Su Yang. If he really wants to make a sneak attack, a hundred Su Yang will not be enough to kill him.

"A sneak attack is a sneak attack, and you dare to utter arrogant words. My second brother is about to break his limbs, and I will tear his mouth to pieces." How could Su Yun believe Sikong Jing's words, and pointed at Sikong Jing angrily and said.

At the same time, Su Zhenglong behind Sikong Jing also came to his senses and smiled bitterly.

He also didn't believe what Sikong Jing said. If it weren't for a sneak attack, it would be impossible for Sikong Jing's fourth level of Ming Realm to hit Su Yang.

Mei Xiaofang also shouted dissatisfied: "You have time to talk big here, why don't you take advantage of the victory and pursue it?"

She also realized that Sikong Jing had just made a sneak attack, so what's the point of talking big now?

boom!

In vain, Su Yang activated all his energy and made a hand gesture, saying in an eerie manner: "I have decided to slowly twist off your limbs and cause you infinite pain. Take me... Luofeng Fist."

After saying this, Su Yang exploded and attacked.

The Qi from the eighth level of Ming Realm gathered in his fist and punched Sikong Jing.

In comparison, Sikong Jing's true energy was as small as sand.

Su Yuexi's heart pounded again and she clenched her pink fist tightly. It was foreseeable that Sikong Jing would vomit blood after being blown away.

However, in the next moment, an incredible scene appeared.

Sikong Jing stretched out his hand indifferently and held Su Yang's fist, preventing him from moving forward.

"You have the nerve to say that you are in the Eighth Level of Ming Realm with your little bit of Qi. That's too bad."

After Sikong Jing finished speaking, his knee flew out and hit Su Yang's lower abdomen hard.

Su Yang's eyes bulged, bloodshot eyes flashed wildly, and he flew backwards to the ground again!

The worried Su Yuexi and the others widened their eyes, how could they win again?

Then Sikong Jing turned around and said to Mei Xiaofang: "Mother-in-law, what I just said was not a big lie."

Su Zhenglong's face was full of shock. Is his son-in-law really so powerful?

The next second, his pupils shrank: "Be careful behind you, don't be distracted."

Following his reminder, Sikong Jing's back was filled with the wind of a sword, accompanied by Su Yang's furious voice.

"Criminal, you angered me. I didn't want to use all my strength, but now I want to crush you to ashes."

Su Yang was furious. After all, he was the second son of the Su family of the four major families in Yunye City. He was famous in the city. If outsiders saw this scene today, they would laugh to death.

It would be said that the second son of Su Yang was beaten to a pulp by a criminal named Bing Yangzi who was only at the fourth level of Ming Realm.

This situation must be reversed immediately.

At this moment, he had already held a long knife in his hand and was slashing at Sikong Jing who had his back turned, determined to win!

But how keen is Sikong Jing's sense of smell?

During the Seven Kingdoms Rebellion, he faced sneak attacks from seven extraordinary people from the Seven Kingdoms, and was able to fight back and kill them all with one single step.

Even though I have started practicing again now, my sense of smell... is still there!

So when the sword wind came, Sikong Jing reached out to hold the sword.

When Su Zhenglong saw this, he looked horrified and said: "Don't force it, this is the Su family's Eight Golden Thunder Blades, a low-level Xuanpin combat skill."

The martial arts skills in this world are divided into four levels: "Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang".

Among them, the yellow grade is the weakest and the heaven grade is the strongest. Each grade is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.

And the lower level of Xuanpin is considered a rare high-level combat skill in a small border place like Yunye City.

Sikong Jing actually reached out to take the knife, but he didn't want it anymore?

However, Sikong Jing did not listen to Su Zhenglong's words, and brazenly stretched out his hand to hold this extremely powerful knife.

"You bastard? Don't you understand human language?" Mei Xiaofang screamed subconsciously.

Su Yuexi looked panicked. As a young lady of the Su family, how could she not know how powerful the Eight Golden Thunder Swordsmen were?

My husband's hand is going to be gone.

Ok?

The next moment, the eyes of everyone in the audience froze.

I saw that Sikong Jing's hand was not cut off by the knife, but he tightly held the blade full of true energy.

Snapped!

Then Sikong Jing took out the palm of his other hand and slapped Su Yang hard on the face.

With a "wow" sound, Su Yang flew out for the third time.

The whole person spun around in mid-air and landed, and his long knife also fell into Sikong Jing's hand. Then the blade turned, and Sikong Jing pressed the knife on Su Yang's neck and asked: "Do you want to destroy me?" Hands and feet?”

The voice was dull, but it was like thunder in the audience!

Su Zhenglong opened his mouth wide, while Su Yuexi couldn't help but cover her small mouth under the veil. Mei Xiaofang looked surprised.

The three of them all felt like they were in a dream. Sikong Jing just... won?