Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Chapter 217: The Terrifying Youngster


On the other side of the limousine, Big Head, a short swordsman, stood tall and imposing.

In his hand was a longsword, gleaming as if water.

That sword was extremely long, with a wide spine.

Held in the swordsman's hand, it looked indescribably ludicrous.

However, Yang Fei couldn't bring himself to laugh.

This longsword was more dangerous than any weapon Yang Fei had ever encountered.

The swordsman nodded in approval.

He said indifferently, "Are you Yang Fei?"

Without waiting for Yang Fei's response, he calmly stated, "It's been ten years. You're the one who can take my Three Swords without getting injured or killed."

For some reason, Yang Fei laughed again.

But his smile was somewhat bitter.

"So you are Three Swords. Did Golden Buddha send you to kill me?"

Three Swords didn't pay attention to Yang Fei's words.

He looked at Yang Fei indifferently, his longsword slanting upward.

"Take one more strike from me, and I'll spare your life!"

Yang Fei chuckled twice.

"Who wins and who loses is yet to be determined, don't speak too soon."

If Yang Fei had encountered Three Swords just two days earlier,

he probably wouldn't have been able to handle that strike and would have already died.

However, after breaking through the Dark Strength Yellow Grade, the Essence Qi in his body had gradually become vigorous and full.

More importantly, his Tiger Thorn had reached Great Perfection.

This was Yang Fei's trump card, as well as his killing move.

Yang Fei believed that even an Energy Transformation Master wouldn't be able to withstand his earth-shattering strike.

Although Three Swords was formidable, with unparalleled Sword Intent,

Yang Fei was also confident that he could fight him to mutual destruction.

Three Swords noticed the rebellious and burning Battle Will in Yang Fei's eyes.

A slight movement stirred in his heart.

Such a gaze actually gave him a hint of a crisis feeling.

Could it be that this expert of the Dark Strength Yellow Grade actually had the capacity to kill him?

Three Swords became much more cautious in his gaze.

Being an assassin, he naturally knew the rules of the urban jungle hunt.

If not the hunter, then the prey!

Sometimes, the roles of hunter and prey can be interchangeably reversed.

The incomparably sharp Sword Intent surged out from Three Swords mightily.

Only those of the same kind could sense such an aura.

And only a battle-hardened Special Forces King like Yang Fei could feel the terror of Three Swords.

Yang Fei began to run Extreme Tiger with all his might.

The Qi-Blood in his body flowed rapidly.

A faint Essence Qi rushed out from the pores on top of his head.

The Essence Qi soared like beacon smoke straight into the sky.

And inside his body, there were strange sounds.

To Three Swords, it seemed as if there was a Tiger roaring and growling hidden within Yang Fei's body.

The look in Three Swords's eyes grew colder.

This young man, although not high in the Martial Arts Realm,

nevertheless, the aura he exuded was startling.

Three Swords resolved to eliminate this terrifying young man.

Such a person, if not eradicated now, would become a major threat later.

His longsword hummed and buzzed.

The Essence Qi of Three Swords was fully mobilized.

His strong and vigorous Essence Qi vibrated the Sword Edge, and the sword emanated rolls of Dragon Chant.

The situation was about to explode!

"Heh heh, fighting are we? Count me in."

Just then, someone chuckled coldly and flashed out from behind a pillar.

He had a sharp face with monkey-like features, a pair of whisker-like mustaches, and two long strands of hair on his bald head, fixed with hair gel.

This guy had the sleazy look of a chicken thief all over his face.

Shou Jing Gong!

Yang Fei had not expected to encounter his master at this time.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Three Swords' gaze tightened, and his longsword slowly retracted, standing upright before his chest.

A trace of cold light lingered uncertainly on the edge of his sword.

Shou Jing Gong smiled, his hand combing through the two remaining tufts of his hair.

"As a master, how can I stand by while my disciple fights?"

"Little Bird Yang, while I raid his nest, you kick his Pi Gu."

Yang Fei acknowledged with a sound, striding diagonally three steps, blocking the way for Three Swords to escape.

"Are you one of the former parliamentarians of Dragon Chant Temple?"

Three Swords asked indifferently.

His sword in hand, let out the sound of a dragon's chant.

The formidable and chilling sword intent from Three Swords made it hard for Yang Fei to breathe.

Hearing this, Shou Jing Gong snorted, "So what if I am?"

The look on his face was full of pride.

"Not bad, kid. Even knowing about the Dragon Chant Temple parliamentarian shows you've got good insight."

Three Swords, surprised that Shou Jing Gong would admit it so readily, couldn't quite believe it.

"You're really a Dragon Chant Temple parliamentarian?"

Shou Jing Gong instantly flew into a rage, flexing his hands in preparation for combat.

"You dare to look down on me? My majestic and generous stance, my heroic bearing, why shouldn't I be the legendary Dragon Chant Temple parliamentarian?"

Yang Fei couldn't help but feel both angry and amused at his words.

According to Old Silver Stick's temperament,

if he were a Dragon Chant Temple parliamentarian, he would have shown it off long before.

Why only mention it now?

This old guy, he's definitely not a Dragon Chant Temple parliamentarian!

Sure enough, Three Swords shook his head slowly after looking at Shou Jing Gong.

"You are not a Dragon Chant Temple parliamentarian."

"The legendary Dragon Chant Temple parliamentarians have a Divine Connection with the Martial Dao and have Transcended into Holiness; you are not worthy."

He glanced at Yang Fei and said softly, "Nor are you truly this boy's master."

"This boy's martial arts are abstruse and unfathomable, with boundless potential, clearly not something you could have taught."

Shou Jing Gong immediately became furious again, "What nonsense! I will butcher you."

His figure blurred into a vague silhouette as he pounced toward Three Swords.

With a dragon's chant from Three Swords' longsword, a burst of cold light was flung out.

His sword, bright as snow, soon enveloped Shou Jing Gong's figure.

Shou Jing Gong moved like a specter.

His techniques were sly and shameless, each aimed to strike at Three Swords' lower body.

Yang Fei watched from the side, his palms drenched in cold sweat.

Three Swords was armed with a sword, full of endless intent, its cold glare increasingly enveloping Shou Jing Gong.

Yang Fei retrieved his Triangular Military Spike.

He mobilized the Extreme Tiger technique, his body moving as fast as it could, and with a swoosh, he joined the fray.

With Yang Fei joining in, the situation immediately improved.

Three Swords' fighting with his sword was swift and flawless, thrusting, slicing, slashing, poking like scattering snowflakes, the field alight with flickers of cold brilliance.

However, although Yang Fei's movements were ghost-like in speed,

Shou Jing Gong's hand techniques were even more elusive and despicable, utterly unpredictable.

Finally, Three Swords' longsword was blocked by Yang Fei's Triangular Military Spike.

Seizing the opportunity, Shou Jing Gong moved in.

With his Dragon Claw Hand, he fiercely grasped at Three Swords' chest, and his Dark Force activated instantly.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Three Swords' body flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He flipped through the air, his longsword like snow, flinging Yang Fei's Triangular Military Spike aside.

At the same time, Three Swords, undeterred, sliced off the hair atop Shou Jing Gong's head.

Just an inch closer, and Shou Jing Gong's head would have parted from his body.

Shou Jing Gong tapped his head in terror, then with a hollow backflip, retreated.

While Yang Fei's palm, struck by the immense force transmitted from the sword, throbbed painfully, bleeding profusely.

Not far away, Three Swords knelt on one knee, his longsword stabbed into the ground.

Blood from the corner of his mouth flowed freely.

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