I am a rich second generation

All the warriors have long been used to Yang Xiaotian's big talk, and they were all silent at the moment, looking at each other with very clear eyes, they had already murdered Yang Xiaotian.

In their eyes, Yang Xiaotian is now described as a dead person.With the dead, of course there is nothing to talk about.

But then, a scene that surprised them happened.

That is, Yang Xiaotian only used a mere right hand to lift the two-handed sword easily, no different from a child picking up a chopstick, and there is no burden at all.

They knew now that Yang Xiaotian wasn't just talking empty talk, this person still had some skills.

This two-handed sword is said to be forged from meteorite iron. It is very heavy. It is not easy for them to pick it up. Yang Xiaotian can pick it up easily. Not to be underestimated.

Although pure strength can't explain anything, it at least shows that Yang Xiaoting is not an ordinary person.

It's a pity that Yang Xiaotian is so arrogant, if one person wants to face twelve of them, they feel that Yang Xiaotian has no chance of winning no matter what.

Even if Yang Xiaotian's ability is stronger than any of them, he can't defeat twelve of them at the same time.

Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, and a hero cannot withstand a crowd. This is a truth that has existed since ancient times, and it is impossible for anyone to violate this truth.

In short, Yang Xiaotian is sure to lose and die.And all of this is also the reason why he can't live because of his own sins.

"Horse or infantry?" Yang Xiaotian asked.

Jebe said: "We are the name of the grassland, of course we fought on horseback."

"Then just give me a horse. I'll stand here. If you charge me, I will use my strength to tell you that you are really a bunch of rubbish." Yang Xiaotian said arrogantly.

Although Jebe had a cold face, he still said to his subordinates: "Bring out my spare jujube horse and give it to him. I won't take advantage of him. This is my measure."

After a while, Yang Xiaotian rode on the jujube horse and faced the twelve most powerful warriors of the Kuangfeng clan with two-handed swords in his hand.

This is a very close duel.

Almost no one is optimistic about Yang Xiaotian.

Although there are many magical places in Yang Xiaotian's body.Maybe Yang Xiaotian is really favored by Changshengtian, but Changshengtian is far away in the sky after all, unable to manage all the details of the world.

How could a frail young man like Yang Xiaotian defeat these twelve wolves and tigers?

All they saw was Yang Xiaotian's courage, or in other words, the ignorant were fearless, but they didn't see Yang Xiaotian's strength.

Therefore, it is normal to have no hope for Yang Xiaotian.

Headed by Zhebe, the twelve warriors of the Kuangfeng clan had already surrounded Yang Xiaotian, and Yang Xiaotian was stared at by the warriors in all directions.

They occupied the most favorable position, only a hundred meters away from Yang Xiaotian, and they only needed a charge of a steed to come to Yang Xiaotian.

In their view, as long as they charge together and go into battle together, they can tear this arrogant boy into pieces in an instant.

At this time, the sun is scorching hot.

Everyone's figures were elongated by the scorching sun.

Under the sun, beads of sweat appeared on the faces of all the grassland people. They watched the duel nervously. Although they had already predicted the result, they always expected a miracle to happen.

"Start!" The clerk, acting as the referee at this time, shouted.

The sound of horseshoes crushed the surrounding silence, creating a burst of noise.

The ground trembled like thunder, twelve horses and their masters, armed with various weapons, launched the most violent charge towards Yang Xiaotian.

From Yang Xiaotian's front, rear, left, and right sides, they rushed towards Yang Xiaotian from all directions.

Yang Xiaotian encountered a siege with no dead ends, he was like a ferocious beast that fell into a trap, there was no room for escape, he could only fight trapped beasts.

Yang Xiaotian stayed where he was, motionless, or stopped in silence.

Those twelve warriors, in the eyes of ordinary people, were very fast, as fast as lightning, and people's eyes could not catch their movements.

But Yang Xiaotian seemed to have entered bullet time.

It was a very subtle state, and he felt everything around him slow down.Time becomes very slow, very slow, from a trickle to a trickle of water.

After the time slowed down, the movements of those warriors naturally slowed down.In front of Yang Xiaotian, their actions were like slow-moving action movies, every detail was fully revealed in Yang Xiaotian's eyes.

"UI."

Yang Xiaotian smiled slightly, and drew out his sword!

To Yang Xiaotian, those people's movements seemed to be in slow motion, but Yang Xiaotian's sword light was as fast as lightning. Fighting slow with fast is the best way to fight.

puff--

Ding--

Card--

Yang Xiaotian's figure turned into twelve in an instant, and he attacked the twelve warriors at the same time as a single person.His swordsmanship is also extraordinary, reaching a pinnacle of perfection.

It was obviously an ordinary straight stab, but there was no flaw, and he disarmed the enemy in a very clever way.And Yang Xiaotian's move contains countless changes.These countless changes turned into countless sword lights, passing over the bodies of these warriors.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, Yang Xiaotian seems to have turned into a phantom.Yang Xiaotian alone seems to be divided into thousands of people.

The reason why such an effect can be caused is because Yang Xiaotian's movements are really too fast.It's so fast that people's eyes can't keep up.

Therefore, it seems that there are a thousand and ten thousand Yang Xiaotians in this scene.In fact, it was just an action Yang Xiaotian made in an instant, and it has not disappeared in the pupils of those people.

The battle was over in an instant.

The results have also come out.

Headed by Jebe, the twelve most powerful warriors of the Kuangfeng clan were disarmed by Yang Xiaotian in an instant, and then they were beaten down by Yang Xiaotian one after another.

The speed of the battle was almost unbelievable.

Everyone's eyes widened with disbelief.

Even Blaster Khan is no exception.

"I said earlier, you will not be my opponent." Yang Xiaotian said, looking at Kuangfeng Khan, "It seems that your mount will become my mount."

The crowd reacted.

"Mars!"

"God of War Blood Wolf!!"

"God of War Blood Wolf, invincible!!!"

The people around cheered, even the people of the Storm Clan cheered.Since ancient times, the grassland has been dominated by the weak and the strong, and the strong are respected.What people admire is strength, as long as Yang Xiaotian wins and proves that he has such strength, he will be cheered by everyone, even if he is an enemy, he will respect him from the bottom of his heart.

This is the logic of the prairie, the rules of the prairie.