The one on the left, Tan Weiran laughed and shook the sky, and his voice shook all directions. He clearly regarded Zhu Yuntian as a side dish in his expression.

On the right, Yan Duwu had a pretty face, obviously full of dissatisfaction. She felt that Tan Weiran could do it, and she could do better.

Neither of them noticed it. Zhu Yuntian, who was conceited and proud, trembled, his heart had fallen into the abyss, and his face was extremely bleak.

Xu Weiran, Yan dances alone!

The moment he identified Xu Weiran, Zhu Yuntian shivered in shock, and the blood flowing in his body suddenly surged. No matter how conceited he was, he knew the difference in strength with Xu Weiran. Otherwise, it would not be called conceit, but a brain problem.

This has nothing to do with self-confidence. Xu Weiran's strength is recognized as a universal person. Killing one Shenzhao strong man may be an accident or a coincidence. If he kills two, it is a complete manifestation of his strength.

If you participate in martial arts performance, you will be the best in martial arts performance. If you are named Xu Weiran in any list, you will definitely be among the best. Undoubtedly, the most outstanding young monks in the Three Hundred Worlds must have a place.

Yan Duwu was one of the people who defeated Zhu Yuntian, and it was a setback for his confidence. Zhu Yuntian spent a lot of effort to stand up again in a series of tortures of setbacks and gradually recovered his confidence.

Now, the one on the left, the other on the right, the one on the right, the one on the right has a strong advantage. What about the two? The pressure brought by the two young strong men is definitely beyond imagination.

Zhu Yuntian was discouraged and could hardly see a trace of hope. At this moment, he even felt that he was the most unlucky person in the world. Why did these two people walk together and appear together. At the moment of life and death, there was no need to worry about anything else except living life.

When facing Liu Qingfeng and others, he was very powerful. When facing Tan Weiran and Yan Duwu, he was just a side dish. Even if Zhu Yuntian tried hard to gather the sword soul to fight, it was still the case.

The silver snake dances wildly in the purple mist, exuding the majestic momentum of thunder and lightning. It is precisely the sound of a sword that turns into thunder and the sword energy becomes nine tribulations.

Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound Sword!

With a sword swept, the purple color condensed together, as if lightning was in it, like a illusion and reality. It was like a surging river rushing endlessly, covering everything in an instant.

"Ah!" Zhu Yuntian's cry was deafening, and a powerful force eroded, and he couldn't help but blow it out.

Who is the waste? It's true that you can tell me the truth with just one sword.

If we divide it according to strength, who is not a waste except the strongest one in the world?

When Pei Dong came to dominate the world and was invincible, was the Qing Emperor a useless person? When Qing Emperor became the number one person in the wilderness, was it that others were the useless? If that really happened, how many people could bear it?

Carefully savor the thoughts flowing in your thoughts, Tan Weiran digests these in his heart and becomes his own insights. With a ray of peace, it is precisely this ray of peace that makes the waste come to express a strong enough irony:

"This sword is for all the mud in the world."

Fear spread in Zhu Yuntian's heart, and his powerful overwhelming power finally made him realize that he really couldn't stand it.

It was like a meteor rumbling against a hill. Just like it was embedded on it, the protective velvet on his body was completely gone. Zhu Yuntian's mind was shocked and he had no protection from the protective velvet. How many times could he withstand it?

The answer came out soon. The hill trembled, then thundered, as if it was broken into pieces by a powerful force. The surging force came, and Zhu Yuntian vomited out blood in one mouthful of blood, rolling out dozens of feet.

Yan Duwu proudly rushed to Tan Weiran's direction and raised her chin. Even though it was dozens of feet of clouds, no one could see each other with his eyes: "If you can defeat him, I can."

Tan Weiran underestimated: "It is not enough to just defeat him." A Baozhen Realm behind him roared and killed him. Tan Weiran did not look back, but just a sword surging. The head of the Baozhen Cultivator flew into the sky, spraying a lot of blood, and dyeing the ground red.

Through the sea of ​​clouds, they could not see each other with their eyes, but could see through their souls. Yan Duwu hummed proudly, and felt that this was not enough to express himself. She hummed at Tan Weiran twice in a row, and then disappeared into the clouds like a swift swiftly swiftly.

After a few short breaths of silence, bursts of qi tremble and screams, and a huge object suddenly shot from the sea of ​​clouds.

Tan Weiran was tempted to avoid it. Seeing that it was a corpse that had just been killed by Yan Duwu, a hint of surprise came to his heart: "Yan Duwu, a little princess who has been born in a young family and has been doting, has never seen cruelty. She lacks experience and human nature. She is generally ruthless and dares not refuse to kill people. Why doesn't she have this problem..."

If there is no such problem, that is the best.

This is not a martial arts conference, not a safe arena, or even a private challenge that will not die.

Zhu Yuntian vomited out a mouthful of blood, gasping for breath and despair at the ubiquitous Yunwu, miserable and angry, and depressed, hoping that he was strangled to his throat. He really hoped that he was the ring of the martial arts conference, and he could stop and save his life with just one word of giving up.

He didn't see Tan Weiran and Yan Duwu, but he knew that the other party must be somewhere in the fog.

The clouds and mist obscured the vision, and the invisible Tan Weiran and Yan Duwu seemed to be everywhere, carrying unknown fear and pressure, which made Zhu Yuntian breathless.

At this time, an opportunity for survival came quietly. The spiritual monk cultivated by the Zhu family rushed over like a whirlwind and sent a voice to shout: "Young Master Yuntian, go."

The Lingyou monk grabbed Zhu Yuntian and turned into a flying rainbow. He walked out of nowhere in an instant, and was about to escape without a trace.

Tan Weiran raised his lips and showed a quiet sneer: "My divine thought has already locked you, Zhu Yuntian. Do you think you can escape?"

With a snap of his fingers, he turned into a mad dragon and unsheathed it, flew over the limit of the sky, and the sword energy instantly broke through the sky.

The Lingyou monk took Zhu Yuntian to flew in the sky and wanted to escape. He felt a moment and his face turned pale. He screamed and burst out with all his strength and fought with a bang. He raised his head and looked at him and his scalp was numb and frightened. He found that the magnificent sword light was flooded like a tide.

The sword spirit is overwhelming and the spiritual energy swept across the sky.

Ten thousand purple lights seemed to be tied together by a powerful force, forming a thick and powerful thunder that made people feel shocked from their souls, just like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder. It can deprive people of their minds and will!

Suddenly, the billions of sword lights condensed into a ball, and the sword energy that shocked the mind instantly penetrated the sky and the earth.

The Nine Tribulation Thunder Sound Sword itself may not be of top-notch sword technique, but it has been stolen by Tan Weiran on the path of the most powerful and purest power. He no longer pursues changes, but only seeks more pure and powerful power, and at the same time, he is also more domineering.

A thick and domineering purple divine thunder seemed to twist the entire world, and it exuded a powerful deterrent force and hit Zhu Yuntian in one fell swoop: "No!"

Zhu Yuntian howled wildly, and his entire eyes were completely occupied by fear. The sword energy destroyed all Zhu Yuntian's resistance, and the most moving grand voice roared.

Zhu Yuntian started to slash the majestic sword energy in his chest, and gradually spread to his body and quickly turned into ashes.

Tan Weiran's heart moved and left Zhu Yuntian with a head.

The purple light ripples and blows the purple swaying in all directions. This scene was artificially brewed and the scene was extremely beautiful.

This time, Xiao Buzhou Mountain's martial arts performance was a record-breaking martial arts performance. Among the nearly 10,000 young monks, there were only fourteen who condensed their spirits. Zhu Yuntian was one of them. It can be said to be a glorious and the reputation of a genius has spread all over the world.

Zhu Yuntian died in a battle when his momentum was about to rise.

The Lingyou monk could hardly believe his eyes and looked at the scene in shock. The reason why this person did not stop Tan Weiran was because Tan Weiran had deliberately slowed down the line and deliberately let Yan Duwu take the lead, so he fought together.

Tan Weiran stared at the flying ashes with a cold expression. His eyes condensed, and his murderous intent flashed and he restrained. He swung his sword back to the sheath with a clang.

"I'll kill you..." The Lingyou monk blushed and roared, as if he was about to pounce on him, but he turned around and stepped on the mountain and broke his body and fled wildly.

Tan Weiran covered his eyes, and he really couldn't bear to see the next scene!

The Lingyou monk turned around and fled wildly. Unfortunately, he turned around and saw a figure passing through the clouds. He immediately stopped him, and the scene was like earthy. This time he wanted to escape again, but it was too late to be killed by Su Yi who appeared in the sky.

This unlucky thing... Tan Weiran waved his hand and fanned the bad luck in his imagination. His soul moved away. He found that except for Liu Qingfeng and others who were pestering several people to fight fiercely, there was no one who missed the net. He nodded with satisfaction: "Old ancestor, that powerful man in Shenzhao?"

"Dead." Su Yi waved his hand. She led the other party dozens of miles away before killing him.

Yan Duwu found that he had not killed Zhu Yuntian, and even this Lingyou strong man was snatched by his master, and he immediately refused to give in: "Master..."

Su Yi comforted her a few words, and Yan Duwu was indignant: "If that guy hadn't blocked me, this guy would have been killed by me." She obviously didn't realize that this situation was caused by Tan Weiran's intentional slowdown.

He stepped over leisurely, found a storage belt on Zhu Yuntian's body, and took out a storage bag on Lingyou's cultivator. After cleaning up a little, he found that there were tens of thousands of fifth and sixth-grade spirit stones, as well as spiritual liquids and other things in Zhu Yuntian's storage belt.

"Hey, spiritual liquid? It's not the spiritual liquid that I had to ignore me and snatch away from it in the Jinqian Building, right?" Tan Weiran was surprised and couldn't help but smile and said, "I just realized that Zhu Yuntian was not unlucky."

I sent the spiritual liquid back to his hands thousands of miles away, so I won’t say that.

Young geniuses like Tan Weiran and Yan Duwu are likely to be considered as core disciples at the core level. For each sect, one can be produced in decades, which is a huge fortune.

It is extremely unlucky to be caught by Zhu Yuntian in the form of young strong men of Tan Weiran and Yan Duwu.

Su Yi couldn't help laughing, and thoughts slammed in his heart, his heart tides fluctuated.

One is Tan Weiran, the other is Yan Wudan. And those who own these two are not other families, but Xingtian Sect.

As long as these two people grow up and unite, the future of the new sect will have unlimited expectations.

Chewing silently, Su Yi remembered what Mingkong once said:

"Master, we are old, it is enough to protect the younger generations and Taoism."
Chapter completed!