Genius commoner

Chapter 1100
Ye Zixuan didn't waste any extra nonsense, he held up the clear machete in his hand, and cut out several blade lights in an instant, the fighting spirit in his eyes was beyond doubt.

Yuan Yuchuan also waved the flute in his hand, waving it into a black shadow, collided fiercely with Ye Zixuan's blade light, when there was a loud noise, the two weapons collided, and the two retreated a few steps each, in the wet A trace was drawn on the ground, Yuan Yuchuan didn't take a breath, and directly dodges to attack, the flute straightened out and tapped out fiercely.

The flute is like a human being, with arrogance, straight for Ye Zixuan's throat.

The knife in Ye Zixuan's hand also moved, and slashed fiercely at the stabbing flute.

"Buzz!"

A tearing sound resembling a dragon's chant resounded, and an incomparable sword glow appeared out of thin air, and the air was torn apart in a state visible to the naked eye. Although Ye Zixuan fought more than 20 meters bloody and consumed a lot of strength, but life and death , still burst out with the potential it should have, so startled that a dozen or so disciples of the nearby Yuanmen retreated sideways one after another.

Yuan Yuchuan's face sank suddenly, he could naturally feel the power contained in this knife, and immediately put away his contempt for Ye Zixuan, and the surging energy in his body increased by two points.

when!
The two tyrannical forces collided and exploded in mid-air, rainwater splashed to both sides, Ye Zixuan and Yuan Yuchuan almost retreated at the same time.

Neither of them is an idiot. The power erupted by the collision is definitely not something that their bodies can contend with, so they have to back off to buffer their energy.

Ye Zixuan laughed loudly: "Kill!"

Yuan Yuchuan looked up to the sky and shouted loudly: "Kill!"

Before the sound fell, the two rushed towards each other again, and the figure drew a trace in the rain. Ye Zixuan ignored the pain of the wound on his body, shook his wrist, and the shadows of knives all over the sky finally converged into a knife, and Yuan Yuchuan flute went crazy again They collided together, but this time, Ye Zixuan didn't touch the flute immediately, and turned the machete to press down on the flute.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

next second!
Both of them spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and under the violent shock, their bodies were blown away.

Mei Zishu shouted from afar: "Young Master Ye!"

The surviving disciples of the Yuanmen also stared wide-eyed, their breathing became thicker imperceptibly, and they were surprised by Ye Zixuan, who didn't expect that he, who had killed more than a hundred people, was as tenacious as a cockroach.

This time the collision, the two were almost equal, Ye Zixuan slammed the machete on the ground, drawing a deep knife mark, barely stabilized his figure, the friction was pervasive, and Yuan Yuchuan flew out directly , several backflips in a row to relieve the force of retreat, and stood in front of a pillar in the street, with a smear of blood on the corner of his mouth.

The two suddenly raised their heads and stared at each other with fighting spirit and appreciation.

Yuan Yuchuan stared fixedly at Ye Zixuan, licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You are stronger than I imagined, I know that your skills are not as good as you, but I never thought that hundreds of lives would not bring you down too low. I regret that I didn't join forces with Concubine Yuewen and the others to kill you, or that I shot you coldly in Tianyu."

"The rats died too soon, and there was no point in keeping the cats."

Ye Zixuan said lightly: "You should be glad you didn't attack me too early, otherwise with your personality, you might be dead by now."

Yuan Yuchuan smiled: "It makes sense, okay, I didn't have the chance to confront each other before, so I won't die today."

Ye Zixuan nodded: "If you don't die, you won't return!"

After finishing speaking, the bodies of the two rioted almost at the same time, and the knives and flutes were crazily intertwined again.

Yuan Yuchuan shot with all his strength, and Ye Zixuan did not hold back.

The sword and flute collided like thunder, erupting completely in an instant, the bodies of the two retreated one after another, and in the blink of an eye they collided again like waves, the speed and strength still reached an extreme, Ye Zixuan opened and closed, ignoring Yuan Yuchuan was not afraid of the injuries on his body, and used his superior physical strength to suppress Ye Zixuan's crazy attack.

Move like a bow, send like thunder!
With the fight between the two at the center, rainwater in a radius of five meters flew around, one can imagine how terrifying it was.

The successive explosions and collisions shocked people's hearts.

When the two were fighting fiercely, a man in a raincoat moved quietly on the roof of the shop on the left. Like a cheetah, he quietly cut the throats of two Yuanmen disciples who were standing watching the fight, and then put their bodies on both sides. , while using the corpse to cover himself, he carefully lay down in the middle, and then he took out a black spear from his arms.

He looked at Ye Zixuan and Yuan Yuchuan, took out a bullet from his bosom, stuffed it into the gun, carefully aimed at the two, pressed the earplugs at the same time, and said in a low voice:
"The commander-in-chief is ready!"

After he made his voice, the throats of the two disciples from the other side were also quietly cut. In the same way, another man in a raincoat lay down among the corpses and poked out his gun:
"Number two is ready!"

When the two of them pressed their fingers to the trigger and waited for an order, more than 60 people suddenly appeared on the side of the street. They were all dressed up as disciples of Yuanmen. Helper, today's battle seems difficult to end, even if Ye Zixuan wins, it will be difficult to lead them to kill the blood.

Mei Zishu wondered if he should die at that time, so that Ye Zixuan could break through without any worries.

At this time, Ye Zixuan was jumping high, with [-]% of his strength, he slashed like a rainbow, Yuan Yuchuan was not to be outdone, and directly came to a head-on confrontation.

There was a loud noise, and after the machete and the flute collided, the weapons were instantly shattered.

The knife broke, the flute cracked, and the fragments flew.

The terrifying collision and vibration also sent the two of them flying, blood spilled into the air, and their faces were instantly pale as paper.

The two retreated seven or eight meters each, then stabilized their footsteps, looked at each other with a smear of blood, Ye Zixuan nodded: "As expected of the king of soldiers, the strength is so abnormal."

Yuan Yuchuan smiled, and coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Hundreds of lives, plus 20 years of cultivation, I can't beat you, the little master, and I have failed."

Ye Zixuan sighed: "It's fortunate that Long Shuo banned guns, otherwise I would have killed you."

Yuan Yuchuan smiled and was about to respond, when his expression suddenly changed, he looked sideways at the sixty Yuanmen disciples who were rushing forward, locked on one of them who was dressed in ordinary disciple's clothes, and shouted:
"Long Wenjing, I asked you to lead someone to stop the enemy, why did you come here?"

Among the crowd swarming over, Long Wenjing held a knife and smiled calmly: "Ye Gong's reinforcements have been blocked, so it's nothing to worry about. I'm more worried about the safety of the sect master."

She continued to move forward: "So I brought some brothers over to help."

Ye Zixuan squinted his eyes and felt a murderous intent. He keenly noticed that Long Wenjing and his group were all looking fierce, and that this murderous intent was not only aimed at him.

He murmured in his heart for a moment: Is there something different?

"You brought so many people, a hundred brothers in front can still block the reinforcements, and Ye Gong is all trash?"

Yuan Yuchuan coldly glanced at Long Wenjing who was standing in front of him. He never believed that the disciples who came to rescue Ye Gong would be useless, and two hundred elites would block them. It was quite tragic. Now, Long Wenjing not only called out to calmly stop, but also pulled back more than 45 brothers to help.

Can more than 100 people stop the disciple Ye Gong who is desperately saving him?The fight lasted for about four and 10 minutes, and there were more than 60 brothers left?

Yuan Yuchuan categorically rejected this possibility in his heart, and then passed the Yuanmen disciples rushing over, and shouted sharply: "They are not from the Yuanmen."

"Brother, Zixuan."

At this moment, a muddy girl, Yuan Danna, stumbled out of an alley between the two shops.

Yuan Yuchuan's eyes widened instantly, and he shouted, "Why are you here?"

When Ye Zixuan also looked at Yuan Danna, she was waving and shouting: "Be careful! Long Wenjing wants to kill you."

A bullet instinctively shot at Yuan Yuchuan and Yuan Danna who was Ye Zixuan, her body was shaken, blood spattered on her back, and she fell heavily to the ground.

Yuan Yuchuan's body trembled and he roared, "Dana!"

At the same time, two more shots fired, and the bullets shot at Ye Zixuan and Yuan Yuchuan.

Ye Zixuan flipped forward, leaving the original position like a cheetah, and threw Yuan Yuchuan to the ground. Just half a meter away, two bullets hit the ground.

The bullet holes were glaring.

(End of this chapter)