Tan Weiran snapped his fingers and drew his sword. Qin Liang fell down like a cooperation, reflecting an indescribable chill.

For a moment, many people were speechless, thinking that this sword was amazing, and what was even more touching was that it actually made a sword very strange.

Someone in the crowd said sourly: "It's no big deal. If it were me, I could do it ten times more beautiful. What's so great about it? It's just a little trick."

"If you really have the ability, don't find a young man hiding behind to attack. You can attack Liang Zeng and Zhang Lu."

The sourness of a few people does not affect everyone's judgment at all.

Jian Aobai's eyes lit up, and he kept savoring his previous sword without turning his eyes, and couldn't help but blurt out: "Awesome, he is a real master of swordsmanship."

"Beautiful." Yan Xingkong slapped his thighs with a trance with a sensation. A man beside him looked at his swollen thighs, crying that you want to pat your own legs, don't pat me.

Lu Fangtian thought silently in his heart, and vaguely realized that he could not do it. He coughed and said, "His swordsmanship is very distinctive."

The Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound Sword is really distinctive. The thunder and lightning sword spirit is of course better than rapid and suddenness. But I don’t know that this idea is really a bit taken for granted.

Only Tan Huan knew it well that the Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound Sword of the Tan family was too fast and too domineering, but it was not concealed. At this time, even he could not help but be stunned when he saw Tan Weiran's hidden and strange sword.

Liang Zeng felt amazement, no matter how others talked about it or evaluated it. As the realm of breaking the virtual world, he had to admit that Tan Weiran's previous sword was indeed very outstanding and deeply understood the secret of swordsmanship.

Tan Weiran's sword seems ordinary, but in fact it is hidden and sudden. It is definitely surprising. This is a small skill, but it is a small skill that must be practiced carefully and powerful enough to achieve it.

The buzzing discussion turned into waves of sounds, wandering in the air.

Those with high cultivation level can communicate with each other, and those with low cultivation level can only open their mouths and come without any restraint.

After a while, there were too many idle people here, and all kinds of gossip came out: "Luoxia Sect is so shameless. He actually sent a strong man from Shenzhao to bully two young men. His grandmother, I have been in the world for many years and have seen such a shameless person for the first time..."

"That's right, if you do it like this, then you don't have to practice. What a big deal. Every time, you send people with so many cultivation levels to bully people, are we martial cultivators or a scoundrel?"

This type of gossip mainly comes from monks and idle people at low levels, and will be widely spread at the bottom.

A hint of anger quickly appeared on Liang Zeng's face. All these gossips were bullshit. They were simply bullshit. But they couldn't resist the number of people. They opened their mouths on them and said whatever they wanted.

Liang Zeng was shocked, not afraid of unintentional gossip, but afraid that some intentional gossip would spread rumors under the control of certain forces.

There were many thoughts, and Liang Zeng had a hot temper. He was a bit detailed in his popularity. As the Supreme Elder of Luoxia Sect, he would have some overall view. After thinking about it, he had already thought of a way to deal with it.

Liang Zeng was not afraid of Tan Weiran and Feng Chuxue, but was afraid that there was a "master behind the scenes" who had hidden his head and tail behind them.

You must win, win for others to see. Win beautifully and have nothing to say.

Liang Zeng had settled his mind and glanced at Qin Liang who was gushing out of blood: "How?"

"I was severely injured by the sword energy and I will be fine if I keep it for a while." A disciple of Luoxia Sect said solemnly.

Liang Zeng looked at him coldly, his old face was hot, Tan Weiran attacked Qin Liang, which happened under his nose. With this, he was so embarrassed: "Lu Guanglin, why are you stunned? Take action and kill them."

Lu Guanglin stomped his feet and roared towards the sky. The rumbling earth tremble combined with the roar was particularly intimidating. He exuded a powerful aura like a god descending to earth: "Two little miscellaneous people, come and take their lives!"

Tan Weiran slightly raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned to Feng Chuxue, as if asking about his injuries. Feng Chuxue said nothing, but only held the sword hard and glanced at Tan Weiran, showing his determination in this way.

Lu Guanglin roared wildly and turned into a mountain range falling from the sky, wrapped in the momentum that suppressed the world, swept down frantically: "Little Bastard, come to die!" As soon as this said, Yan Xingkong Jian Aobai Lu Fangtian and others frowned secretly.

Liang Zeng nodded slightly, showing a calm smile. Today, Lu Guanglin and Zhang Lu are enough to kill these two people, let alone him in charge.

Feng Yiting, Lu Guanglin, Zhang Lu and Luoxia Sect sent to participate in the organization, all of which condensed the spirit. This was not a coincidence, but was deliberately selected to support the face in front of each school and sect.

The inside story of the battle in the other courtyard has faded away with the ruins and no one knows. However, Liang Zeng believed in Lu Guanglin and the others, and he believed that he did not need to take action himself today.

It is difficult to directly attack the realm of embracing the realm of truth. From a stance of hatred, it is understandable that even if you cross the realm of misfortune, Liang Zeng is worried that some gossip will appear afterwards, and even be manipulated and amplified by some people.

These two people are bound to be in their pockets. He never thought that Tan Weiran and Feng Chuxue could leave alive, even if there was no one in front of him.

The only thing that needs to be kept secret is a certain force or someone hidden behind Feng Chuxue and others.

If Tan Weiran knows what he is thinking, he will definitely sigh. Even a person with a hot temper like Liang Zeng has his own wisdom after living for many years. Everyone who can achieve something should not be underestimated.

The wind blows snow and feels like it is touching. Suddenly, looking back at the Hetan Weiran’s eyes are intertwined. Without a word, he understands it and takes the lead in the sword, slashing out the frost breath like mercury pouring out of the ground.

Tan Weiran's body swayed and appeared in the air erraticly, with a flash of leisure and leisure. A clanging sword was unsheathed, and a crisp sound burst out in an instant: "Little Miscellaneous, come to die."

This statement, from the tone tone tone, is just the same as what Lu Guanglin said.

The previous sword was embarrassing in front of everyone's eyes. Qin Liangxin's breath was really hard to describe. He took a quick breath and suppressed his injuries and said, "Uncle Master. We..."

"Don't worry, I'll kill them later." Uncle Master comforted and sneered.

Qin Liang suddenly felt a very uneasy feeling, and he forced himself to stand up from the ground: "Uncle Master. I think we are still..."

Just as Qin Liang stood up, he seemed to have a premonition and suddenly looked up. He saw a light purple shadow falling from the sky, completely submerging him.

A purple light suddenly exploded from the air in an instant, as if diving from the limit of the Nine Heavens. In the most violent and sudden posture, it forced into the Baihui acupoint above Qin Liang's head.

Qin Liang's body was stiff, and blood was gushing out of Baihui acupoint, flowing down quickly from the top of his head, without any breath.

The sudden scene made all the spectators dumbfounded. They even succeeded in sneak attacks twice under the eyes of the Luoxia Sect and killed an outstanding disciple like Qin Liang.

Liang Zeng and the Luoxia Sect were as stiff as wooden carvings, and roared angrily: "The wind blows the snow on Xu Weiran, you should die, my Luoxia Sect will destroy you to pieces!"

"I want your dog's life!"

A figure rushed up angrily.

"No." Liang Zeng's color changed. He did not send Lingyou's powerful man to fight. He was just worried that he would not be an opponent, but he would lose the face of Luoxia Sect. But at this time, Qin Chen's sudden outbreak made him miserable: "Call him!"

"Qin Chen, get back to me. Qin Chen!"

Tan Weiran glanced at him and saw the wind blowing and snow temporarily restraining Lu Guanglin, revealing a faint coldness: "Send you a ride!"

Like a ghost, raising his hand was a terrifying lightning. He flew and bombarded Qin Chen with a suffocating lightning speed. In an instant, the glow flashed, and Qin Chen roared with a roar to Tan Weiran...

Fortunately, Tan Weiran did not want to expose the cover identity of "Xu Weiran". This time he deliberately suppressed his golden body and only showed the appearance of a fourth-level golden body. When he was about to be hit by the bombardment, he smiled slightly, all in blood: "Go!"

I saw that a ray of breath took away all the air like ubiquitous air, causing suffocation to come. Qin Chen's head, which was burning almost broken, suddenly lifted up and turned into a dead gray...

What a terrible 40% sword soul!

Qin Chenren roared and struggled in the storm composed of sword energy, and found that his golden body was broken. He found that his skin and even his arms were charred first, and then the charred black gradually invaded the body.

Finally, he roared to the sky, and his body burst out with a magnificent purple light that made people sour and hairy, shattering, and purple and bright red blood danced together to create a brilliant and biting scene.

Just killing enemies, killing one is killing, and killing one hundred is also killing.

Tan Weiran raised his head slightly, and slowly said with a simple but ironic look on his fingers: "This is what you want, broken... corpse... ten thousand... chunks!"

Tan Weiran looked cold and drew 80% of his true energy in one move. He calmly stuffed a Living Tiger Pill into his mouth. The catalytic effect of the medicine was converted into true energy and replenished into the dantian, silently calculating the time it took to take for this process.

Replenish the true qi very quickly!

The true energy is quickly replenished in the dantian, and it is quickly filled with a sense of fullness. Tan Weiran cracks his mouth, vents a terrifying evil spirit, or even a bloody smell. He shakes his body and joins the battle like a ghost.

Feng Chuxue immediately felt much less pressure when facing Lu Guanglin. There was one more Tan Weiran. Lu Guanglin was in a mood and laughed confidently: "Hahaha, come on, one more death, one more, and I will just end you all at once."

Whoosh...whoosh!

With the sound of the fight, everyone was fascinated by the sound of the fight: "Feng Chuxue Xu Weiran is worthy of being one of the strongest young people this time. It is definitely a skill to be able to fight with the Shenzhao Realm."

Boom... Boom! It’s the earth shaking, and it’s the air shaking.

The figure and the sword energy made sharp whistling sounds. The three figures sometimes quietly and sometimes sensationally fought fiercely in the valley. The remaining power of the battle created pits and bumps everywhere, or gullies swept out by the sword energy.

The sword soul shot from the wind and snow palms, and frost covered the hillsides and valleys. Lu Guanglin laughed wildly, and a violent knife.
Chapter completed!