Chapter 105: Killing a martial artist like a dog

"Who are you?"
Without time to take care of the warrior who had lost order below, Yan Jilong looked at Sun Shangxiang, who was slowly rising into the air with an extremely ugly expression.
He had previously estimated that Sun Shangxiang might be a strong Wuhou, but after feeling the true energy like the scorching sun, his confidence was shaken again.
Is this really the momentum Wuhou can give off? Behind him, the hundred martial masters standing in the sky can really deal with her?
Hundreds of martial arts masters are twice the number of the Spirit Sword Sect martial arts realm. They should have been fearless, but they are very tacitly free from the frivolousness they just said. Start with Sun Shangxiang.
The aura in Sun Shangxiang's body is too deep. Whenever they want to investigate Sun Shangxiang's cultivation, they will feel like a small boat floating in a small lake, facing the stormy sea.
They believe it now that Sun Shangxiang really made the prime minister's mansion such a miserable situation.
Sun Shangxiang looked at the hundreds of martial artists with no fear on his face. The strong wind in mid-air was blowing her dress and two long ponytails, rippling with the wind.
She is like a beauty in a picture scroll, but no one dares to underestimate her.
Sun Shangxiang didn't answer Yan Jilong's question, but mocked unceremoniously: "Old man, these people you're looking for don't seem to be very useful. This lady just cursed them, and they became such ghosts!"
"Smelly girl, you are deceiving too much!"
Others did not dare to do it, but Yan absolutely couldn't bear it anymore. If the master was humiliated, it was a slave and incompetent. As the guard leader of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he must maintain the dignity of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
"Success!"
Yan Jue drew the long knife, and a faint green anger lingered on it. He exhaled deeply, and the long knife in his hand slashed at Sun Shangxiang straight.
There is no dazzling feeling in the strict fighting method, everything is the simplest collision!
Mountain knife!
The figure quickly deceived Sun Shangxiang, and on the right palm of the sword held strictly, the true energy was slightly condensed. With a fierce wave of the long sword, he slashed away at Sun Shangxiang's chest.
Only those tribesmen above the Yan family's martial arts master are qualified to learn the mountain splitting sword, the yellow rank top martial arts.
An oncoming light breeze blew the hair in front of Sun Shangxiang's forehead, revealing his black pupils.
Sun Shangxiang blinked bright eyes, staring faintly at the long knife that was getting closer.
When the long sword was about to reach her shoulders, she took a step to the left without any haste, how sensitive the response of the military commander was.
A few more steps, just to avoid the severe attack, slightly to the side of the body, the scythe of extraction in Sun Shangxiang's hand was instantly cut on Yan Jue's neck.
Snoring!
A nice round head fell directly from the air to the ground, making a dull noise.
Don't be deceived by Sun Shangxiang's innocent appearance. In this world, as a military commander, her mind has long been as solid as a rock, and killing is no burden for her.
Even modern people like Xiao Chen came to this world and killed many people.
"Strictly command!"
There are many people in Yan's family who have a good relationship with Yan Jue. Seeing the difference in Yan Jue's head, several martial arts masters suddenly felt distraught!
"Witch, I killed you!"
A martial artist of the same age as Yan Jue was dazzled by anger and charged towards Sun Shangxiang with his bare hands.
"Luo Jifeng, no, come back soon!"
Seeing Luo Jilong rushing past, Yan Jilong immediately issued a warning.
It's a pity that everything is too late, fighting alone, the martial artist does not have any ability to resist in front of the military commander!
With a muffled bang, Sun Shangxiang didn't even use the scythe of seizure this time, and directly stamped his palm on Luo Fu's chest.
Luo Fu, who was hit by Sun Shangxiang, his ruddy face was instantly pale, his internal organs were destroyed, he let out a muffled groan, and finally his whole body weakened, falling from a height of tens of meters, and he couldn't die anymore.
The low-level warriors in front of the entire prime minister’s mansion who could not protect themselves from the sky looked at the scene in the sky, and they became silent. For the first time, they discovered that the martial masters who they admire and respect on weekdays have such a weak side. Two people were killed.
A question appeared in their minds, are these hundred martial artists really enough to kill that beautiful girl alone?
Killing his opponent with a palm, Sun Shangxiang shook his head a little boredly. This kind of opponent is really not challenging. He has not even used half of his true strength.
Suddenly died two martial arts masters, both from the Yan family. Yan Jilong felt distressed, especially Yan Jue, who was one of the best masters in the entire Yan family.
What made him feel wronged the most was that until now he didn't understand how he provoke such an enemy.
The other martial artists were all standing in battle, as if they were facing an enemy, but no one rushed forward like Yan Jue.
As martial masters, they are all experienced generations. Sun Shangxiang's two simple tricks have given them a sense of understanding. If they want to defeat her, it is only possible for all the martial artists to take action together.
So they are waiting for Yan Jilong's order.
Yan Jilong clenched his fists, and the veins on his forehead were exposed, but he still resisted the thought of doing it immediately.
He closed his eyes, took a long breath, and then opened them, a cold light looming in his eyes, and he looked at Sun Shangxiang coldly and said: "Before the war, I hope the girl can tell me why you come to trouble my Yan family. , Who is your son!"
Yan Jilong knew that there was no room for relaxation in today's affairs. He just wanted to figure out the reason for the war before it started.
"If Yan Xiang, let me answer it!" A long voice sounded at the right time, attracting everyone's attention.
The play is almost done, and the protagonist should also appear.
Xiao Chen stepped on the void, as if stepping on transparent stone steps, step by step to the side of Sun Shangxiang in mid-air.
Although his face has changed, he is still very handsome. His moon white robe makes him even more dusty. His upright body is comparable to later models.
"who are you?"
Seeing Xiao Chen, Yan Jilong frowned slightly. Compared to Sun Shangxiang's unfathomable depth, Xiao Chen's three-star martial artist's cultivation level did not arouse his attention.
If it were on weekdays, he would be curious about such geniuses, but today he has no such interest.
"Yan Xiang, didn't you just ask Shang Xiang, who was the son in her mouth? I'm standing in front of you now," Xiao Chen smiled faintly.
"Yes, this is my son, the old man, don't give up your head soon," Sun Shangxiang laughed without too much trouble.
At this moment, Yan Jilong, the martial artist behind him, and the thousands of martial artists below felt a little absurd.
Such a powerful girl, the son in her mouth is only a three-star warrior?