This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 277
Shang Jidao has not yet thought of who is plotting against Huashan. He has made many friends in the world, and naturally offended many people, but who will do this just to blame Huashan? No idea yet.

"Shang Jidao, your time of death has arrived!"

Hao Bansheng's voice came from behind him, followed by fierce and urgent sword energy.

Shang Jidao turned back with a horizontal sword to block, and used his strength to retreat, but Tianfeng took a step faster. His steps were extremely fast, his body was like a swift shadow, and the sword came out like an illusion. sparks flickered.

When Jiuning and Hao Bansheng drew their swords again, they almost held Shang Jidao on the left and right, Ye Ming's figure suddenly appeared in the air, and the iron sword in his hand fell straight down without any fancy.

Shang Jidao said inwardly that he was not good, and hurriedly freed up one hand to pinch the sword and point it upwards. His surging internal strength amazed the three masters, and he actually resisted their joint attack like this.

But at this moment, the scene of flying flowers and rocks suddenly turned into a wave of sword flowers, Tianfeng held the Mu Yu sword from behind Shang Jidao, and forced his sword towards his empty back.

Got it!
Tian Feng showed joy, but he saw that Shang Jidao broke his wrist with a strong man at this juncture. He withdrew his sword finger and caught Ye Ming's iron sword with his bare hands. But he held on to the iron sword tightly, dragged Ye Ming from the sky to behind him with his internal force, blocking Tianfeng's sword.

Shang Jidao's approach surprised Tianfeng for a moment, and he immediately had a decision in his heart. The Mu Yu sword was half a centimeter away, and suddenly used ten successes. Qi rose a little, a sword pierced through Ye Ming's body, piercing Shang Jidao's chest.

"puff!"

"cough!"

Two times in a row the painful sound of the blade piercing into the flesh sounded, Ye Ming raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, the Mu Yu sword pierced through his chest, the fierce sword energy almost wounded his internal organs, even if he survived, it would be difficult to practice martial arts.

The Mu Yu sword that pierced through Ye Ming also pierced into Shang Jidao's chest, but at the end when he was still a few minutes away from the heart vein, he held it firmly with his hand, and couldn't go any further.

Shang Jidao let go of Ye Ming's iron sword and grabbed Mu Yujian, the remaining sword energy on the iron sword also bit back at him, but even at this time, he did not let go of his right hand to carry Shi Jiuning and Hao Yujian. The half-life sword, on the contrary, he even raised his breath and shocked the two of them back.

Looking at it now, Shang Jidao may be the strongest among the Five Sacred Sacred Schools in terms of martial arts cultivation alone.

Shi Jiuning and Hao Bansheng took two steps back, but they were not in a hurry to add insult to injury, but looked at the seriously injured Ye Ming in shock.

"Senior Brother Ye" looked at Ye Ming who was pierced by Mu Yujian, both of them had complicated eyes, Hao Bansheng turned his eyes to Tian Feng secretly, the deepness in those eyes was intriguing.

"Ahem! Brother Tianfeng, good tricks"

Shang Jidao took two steps back, blood spouted from his chest, he frowned and tapped several acupuncture points on his chest, temporarily stopped the injury, but he was also powerless to fight any more, his feet were weak and he half knelt on the ground, relying on He set out to support himself with the long sword in his hand so that he would not fall down.

On the other side, Tian Feng's face was full of shock, he held the Mu Yu Sword that pierced through Ye Ming and did not let go, his eyes hurt: "Junior Brother Ye, this is not what I wanted."

Blood dripped down from the corner of Ye Ming's mouth, he didn't say a word, but looked ferocious, he immediately dropped the iron sword, held the half of the extra blade on his chest with both hands, and forced it out with internal force.

"puff"

When Mu Yujian completely withdrew from his body, Ye Ming spat out a mouthful of blood again, his body softened and he fell to the ground, coughing up blood from the corner of his mouth.

Shi Jiuning hurried up to support him: "Senior Brother Ye, I will heal your injuries."

As soon as he spoke, he supported Ye Ming to sit in meditation, and the two palms pierced his back to infuse him with true energy, Ye Ming's pale face barely turned bloody.

The footsteps from the rear gradually became denser, and a large number of Jianghu people rushed here. They were all shocked and inexplicable to see this ending that almost hurt both sides.

Who would have thought that in a four-on-one situation, Shang Jidao would be able to replace one person abruptly.

As for whether Ye Ming's injury should be attributed to Shang Jidao or Tianfeng, neither Shi Jiuning nor Hao Bansheng seemed suitable to be this judge.

After Ye Ming stabilized his injury a bit, he raised his head and glanced at Tianfeng, with a deep sarcasm in his eyes.

Tianfeng stood with his sword in his hand, ignored his gaze, and put the sword around Shang Jidao's neck, "Shang Jidao, what else can you say?"

"Cough cough, heh."

Shang Jidao chuckled and didn't answer. He was mentally prepared for this defeat, and now that he has fallen into this field, he has nothing to complain about.

Although he may be the strongest among the heads of the Five Sacred Mountains in terms of martial arts alone, the terrible thing is that the remaining four are not much different from him.

Under this premise, he is one against four, and the opponent will never give him a chance to use a move like Jin Mie Thirteen Swords, besides——

Shang Jidao glanced at Tianfeng, his eyes were full of meaning, he could have wrestled with the opponent for a while, even if he lost, he could drag one or two to go on the road together, but now except for Ye Ming, no one else Almost unscathed.

Moreover, Ye Ming's injury was not bad enough and could not be counted on his head. The fierceness of Tianfeng made him see the determination of Hengshan School to unify the Five Sacred Mountains. This person...is indeed a suitable candidate.

In such a world, perhaps only a person with his heart can lead the Wuyue Sword School to go further.

It's not that people's words are good when they are about to die, it's just that Shang Jidao had guessed a long time ago that he had seen all the heads of the Five Sacred Sacred Factions, and only Tianfeng had this means to be able to rise to the top, today just confirmed this idea That's all.

"Brother Tianfeng, do you think Huashan is guilty?" Shang Jidao raised his head and looked at Tianfeng.

Looking at each other, Tianfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "If you are willing to commit suicide and apologize, I can let those unknowing disciples of Huashan go at my discretion."

"Brother is kind, hehe. Cough cough cough!"

Shang Jidao covered his mouth and nose, blood seeped from between his fingers, he stopped looking at Tianfeng, put his hand on the long sword lightly, and turned his head to look at the gate of Huashan not far away.

Sure enough, as he expected, Tianfeng guessed that there was something else hidden in this matter, but seeing his merciless method of sending Ye Ming on the road just now, Shang Jidao understood that the other party would never let Huashan get away completely.

At this time, if he chooses to admit all the crimes and commit suicide, the other party will gain fame and fortune, and weaken the Huashan faction. Only in this way can he let go of the sect behind him.

He lowered his head, staring at the long sword that had accompanied him for many years, and there seemed to be a flame of unwillingness beating in his eyes.

"How, have you figured it out?" Tianfeng's voice was as cold as winter, and the Mu Yu sword resting on Shang Jidao's neck was faintly murderous.

At this moment, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

The gazes of all the Jianghu people quickly changed from strange to shocked. The thunderous sound of horseshoes resounded under the clear sky, and the earth seemed to be trembling.

One ride, two rides, ten rides, a hundred rides—the black wave roared in, and it didn't take the slightest effort to submerge all the people in the rivers and lakes. Seeing the Jinyiwei in flying fish suits and holding embroidered spring knives all around, everyone's hearts Lifted up little by little.

Facing everyone's shocked eyes, three thousand households in silver robes galloped forward, and Yan Feng, who was walking in the middle, reined in the horse rope, looked down at the Wuyue people from a high position, and said indifferently: "Master Lu has an order, please Mr. Shang to come to the Yamen A story."

(End of this chapter)