Fighting the World: Supreme Valkyrie

Chapter 311

Mu Jinye retreated, and then saw another middle-aged man with a strong body come forward, came to Yi Zijing and said, "Young Master Yi, let's do a few tricks!"

"Okay!" Yi Zijing grinned: "Just play with you, loosen your muscles and bones." His playful smile and unserious appearance immediately made the middle-aged man's eyes flash with disdain, thinking about the relationship between these big families Among the young masters, this Yi Zijing must be the most frivolous, and seeing him like this, his strength must not be very good!
Yi Teng, who was standing with several masters, saw Yi Zijing's playful smile, and immediately shouted with a straight face: "Be serious!" Will give birth to such a stinky boy who is so angry that he will not pay for his life!
"Father, I'm already very serious." Yi Zijing smiled at him, and then strode forward to the middle of the scene.

"Please, Young Master Yi." The middle-aged man hugged and said.

Yi Zijing said with a smile: "You see, my frail figure is not half as strong as yours. Master Han, remember to be kind! Don't hit too hard, I will be hurt. Can't live."

"Puchi!" Hearing this, Xi'er couldn't help but burst into a smile. Although this annoying ghost is a little thinner, but his skills are better than hers, how could he not be able to beat him? Really, so to speak Don't you just want people to laugh at him?
"Look at this young master of the Yi family, he really has a playful and smiling face just like the rumors. His thin body is so thin that he can collapse in a strong wind. To be honest, I don't know if he can stand up to the fist of the Han gang leader!"

"Hey! If he is so thin, how could he be the opponent surnamed Han? Maybe he won't be able to stand up after punching him."

"Don't talk, the fight is about to start, we'll find out after we see it."

In the arena, the middle-aged man pulled out the sword from his waist, quickly gathered his true energy, and then flew forward, pointing the sharp sword point at Yi Zijing who was looking around leisurely, with a fierce gleam in his eyes Flashed by, the strike was as fast as lightning, and when the soft sword containing true energy was about to hit Yi Zijing with a cold light, Yi Zijing suddenly turned around and ran away: "Wow, gang leader Han, what are you doing?" Moved the sword? Do you know that dancing with a sword can hurt people?"

"Young master Yi, then you have to deal with it with all your energy! Swords don't have eyes, so it's not good if you hurt you carefully." The middle-aged man said gloomyly, the sword light flashed, and With a sound of sword energy, he attacked Yi Zijing who was dodging around.

Qingran, who was standing with several masters, couldn't help flashing a smile when he saw Yi Zijing circling around the field. The man surnamed Han was physically strong, and his physical strength was better than Zijing's. A lot, and Zijing took him to run in this battle, just to consume his physical strength, so that he can take it down in one fell swoop. In fact, with Zijing's skill, as long as the cold sword is thrown out, the surname Han will be killed. seriously injured.

"If I really put all my energy into dealing with you well, you'll have to walk away." Yi Zijing said, suddenly stopped at this moment, turned around sharply, and flew forward Arriving at the side of the middle-aged man, he pinched his sword blade with two fingers accurately, folded his inner strength, and the cyan aura of true energy suddenly diffused from between his two fingers, and there was a clanging sound, hard Suddenly, he broke the sword blade in the middle-aged man's hand.

"Isn't it? Then the young master of the Yi family broke the sword with just two fingers?"

"That sword is also full of true energy! Can it be broken so casually if you want to break it?"

"It seems that the young master of the Yi family is also a hidden master!"

"That's right! Otherwise, how could he easily break the sword in that Han's hand!" The whispers of the crowd reached the ears of everyone in the venue. They smiled lightly and continued to look at the people in the venue. The gazes of the two, Huangfu Aochen and Duanmu Yi also followed Yi Zijing's figure. Judging from his physical strength, Yi Zijing was comparable to their strength, but the outside world was distracted by his frivolity. Bewildered by his lazy personality, he thought he was just a young man with nothing to do.

Casually thrust the blade of the sword into the ground and sank deeply into the ground, ignoring the middle-aged man's astonishment, Yi Zijing shook his head and sighed: "Oh, Chief Han, thanks to you being the leader of the gang, Why don’t you find a better sword? It broke when I pinched it lightly, isn’t this thing too rotten?”

"You!" The middle-aged man blushed instantly when he was told this, he threw away the soft sword that was left in his hand, and he clenched his palm into a fist, and the real energy of his body was quickly injected into the fist , flew forward fiercely, and slammed Yi Zijing's left cheek with a fist.

Seeing the fist slamming down on his left cheek, Yi Zijing quickly backed away and shouted: "Wow, wow, you want to ruin my handsome face that fascinates thousands of girls? Such a big fist When you swing at me, it will hurt, do you know that?"

"It will hurt and it won't hurt on me!" The middle-aged man shouted, and punched him hard.

When Yi Zijing saw it, he half-closed his eyes, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. He immediately stretched out his palm and grasped his fiercely swung fist, then twisted his backhand, raised his foot and kicked him, making him half kneel On the ground, raised his fist that was twisted backwards by him, grinned and looked at the middle-aged man who was pale in pain and sweating profusely and asked: "How do you feel? Do you want to twist your hands back a little more?" ?”

"Hiss! Ah..."

I saw Yi Zijing's hand suddenly pulling the middle-aged man's hand and twisting it back, the middle-aged man suddenly let out a miserable scream, and the hand that was clasped backward seemed to be twisted. Yes, the pain was too much for him to speak.

"How is it? Are you still fighting?" Yi Zijing asked with a grin, his expression very leisurely.

"No, I won't fight anymore, I, I surrender..." He was simply like a smiling tiger. He thought it was just a toothless tiger, but he didn't want to be a hungry tiger waiting for its prey.

Upon hearing this, Yi Zijing let go of his hand, clapped his palms and walked back, but at this moment, a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man who had just let go, and suddenly came from Pulling out a dagger with a cold light from his boots, he rushed fiercely at Yi Zijing, who had his back turned to him.

(End of this chapter)