But how could it be such a coincidence, and how could Zhou Wenchang be so kind?

Fan Yu frowned, there must be a demon when something goes wrong, he naturally won't, and regards this as a simple coincidence.

- Could it be that Zhou Wenchang has already discovered himself, so he deliberately planned to take the opportunity to kill him?

In this case, are you already in absolute danger?

Thinking of this, Fan Yu's hand holding the sword was already as white as snow because of his exertion.

The frost robe on his body also glowed like inkjet.

But he quickly dispelled that concern.

He already understood why Zhou Wenchang didn't return to Zhou's house after finishing his cultivation, but came to such an empty alley.

Because at this moment, Zhou Wenchang's evil laughter was already heard in the carriage.

Along with it came the sobbing of a woman, the sound of cursing, and the hissing of her robe as it tore.

Fan Yu was stunned, and a look of disgust immediately appeared on his face, and he almost wanted to gag.

Just listen to the middle of the car -

"Zhou Wenchang! You shameless old thing! I'm your niece, how dare you do such a thing!"

"What about my niece? This Zhou family, apart from the ancestor, is my Zhou Wenchang who has the final say! If you don't want to, why would you sneak out of the house in the middle of the night and wait for me in my carriage for the night?"

If you hadn't used my brother to blackmail me, how could I have fallen into your trap!"

I only heard Zhou Wenchang laugh and said: "Zhou Rui, it's too late for you to say anything now!"

"After a night of penance, I happen to be a little tired, if you serve me well and let me be happy, I may not be able to spare your brother's life!"

"Bah, don't you think about it!"

"Hmph, toast without eating and drinking, I can't help you today!"

In the carriage, Zhou Wenchang's eyes were fiery, his expression was obscene, and he was about to rush towards the girl who was leaning against the corner, and nearly half of her robe was scattered.

His blood was also hot, as if it was burning, and it seemed that he could already imagine waiting for Zhou Rui's voice and expression.

As Zhou Rui's elder and the head of the Zhou family, this is simply a strange enjoyment in his opinion.

At this moment, his body stiffened—

I only felt an overwhelming chill, which instantly enveloped me!

An icy sneer rang out from outside the car.

"I said why, how can the Yunshui Zhou family be like Zhou Si and Zhou Mu, it turns out that there is such a scum family head in the family!"

"It seems that if I killed you today, you are indeed unjust!"

Before the words fell, Zhou Wenchang fell into an ice cave.

He no longer cared about violence against Zhou Rui.

I didn't care to respond to this sentence.

Without even lifting his pants, he screamed and threw himself out of the carriage!

Because in addition to this ridicule and the sound of words, there is also an imposing flying sword that comes in together!

Streamer Sword!

The sword light only flashed slightly, and this extremely luxurious, carriage made of pure gold exploded from the inside in an instant!

At the same time, after Zhou Wenchang rolled around on the icy snow, he had already stood up from the ground with an extremely narrow green long sword in his hand.

Up and down the body, the source power is agitated, holding your breath and concentrating, as if you are facing a great enemy!

He swallowed and screamed, "Who! Get out of here!"

A figure swept out of the ruins left behind by the carriage and landed firmly on the ground, holding a long sword as pure as glass.

The sword light skyrocketed like a torch.

Then, Fan Yu said coldly: "I, naturally, am the one who came to take your head!"

Seeing that the person who played the sword was just a gentleman, Zhou Wenchang was stunned at first.

But after seeing the long sword in his hand, which was as clear as glass, Zhou Wenchang's pupils suddenly contracted, and the dark green source power on his body rolled more and more violently.

Zhou Wenchang gritted his teeth and said, "Fan Yu! It's you!?"

Fan Yu sneered: "You didn't expect it?"

"To be honest, I didn't expect that the head of the dignified Zhou family, the little martial arts master of the Juyuan Realm, would actually use force against his niece in broad daylight. ”

His eyes were cold, and after a gentle sweep in the alley, he sneered: "But I have to say, you will choose a place, knowing that you are about to die by my sword, so you have found a place to bury your bones." ”

Zhou Wenchang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed as if he had heard some funny joke.

He sneered, "You want to kill me?"

Fan Yu didn't smile anymore.

He no longer used the source power silk thread sword, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the streamer sword turned into a waterfall of light, ready to attack.

Then he said, "I'm alone." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Wenchang was not only angry, but completely relaxed.

There was even a leisurely lifting of his pants, straightening the placket on his body, and completely regaining his composure.

He looked at Fan Yu with a playful expression, and said lightly: "Fan Yu, I admit that you are indeed a talent, and even the peerless Tianjiao like Yu Wuyin is not your opponent." ”

"The Zhou family has such a big enemy, I was still worried about how to cut you to the roots, but I didn't expect that there was a road in the sky that you didn't go, and there was no door to hell for you to break in, and you dared to hit the tip of my sword yourself!"

Zhou Wenchang's voice suddenly became cruel and fierce.

"And if you think that after a night of penance, I have lost a lot of physical strength, and you can kill me, then you are very wrong!"

Zhou Wenchang's five fingers were forced, and the green light of the thin sword in his hand sprayed thinly, and the air was immediately filled with a sweet and disgusting grass smell.

Poison!

Fan Yu held his breath and concentrated, and while the poisonous fog had not yet become thicker, he hurriedly waved his sleeves, and the Xuanjia Fu burned in the air, turning into a layer of solid fluorescence, shrouded in armor on his body.

As for the woman of the Zhou family who was almost slighted by Zhou Wenchang before, Zhou Rui obviously knew the power of this poisonous fog for a long time, and after Fan Yu made a violent move and smashed the carriage, she immediately lifted her clothes and hid away in a panic.

In the alley, there are only two figures left, far opposite.

The wind stopped, the snow rolled up, the sun broke through the clouds, and the heavens and the earth were killed!

At the moment when Fan Yu urged the talisman seal, Zhou Wenchang had already moved.

"Fan Yu, I'll let you taste the power of my hundred poisonous swords today! I want you to look at yourself, your body festering inch by inch, and then die painfully to avenge Zhou Si and Zhou Mu!"

Fan Yu's throat tightened, and the moment he heard this voice, Zhou Wenchang's hundred poisonous sword had already arrived in front of him, like a fierce poisonous snake, green light flew out, and it bit at his throat.

What a speed!

But Fan Yu was not slow, and his body seemed to have turned into a light feather.

With a slight touch of the air swept by the blade, he moved with the wind, and took a step back just right, just right to dodge the killing intent of this sword.

Zhou Wenchang's heart was shocked, and the green source power of his arm surged, and he slashed out his sword again.

The green light is brilliant, and the sword is like a phantom!

This week, Wenchang is worthy of being the little grandmaster of the Gathering Source Realm, although after a night of penance, his body and source power are in a relatively weak time.

But at this time, it is often the time when his hands are the hottest, the fastest reaction, and the most condensed killing intent!

A sword was handed out, and the Hundred Poison Sword was no longer like a snake, but had really turned into a green python with the thickness of an arm!

I saw the giant python split into dozens of flying snakes in the air, biting Fan Yu's head, chest, and limbs fiercely!

"Martial arts at the bottom of the ground level, flying snake dance!"

Fan Yu has seen that this martial art should only be the kind of general martial art that can be forcibly controlled without the origin of martial arts.

Although the power is good, the consumption is huge.

Zhou Wenchang dared to make such a reckless move when he knew that he didn't have much source power, obviously he was very confident, and he would definitely be able to kill Fan Yu with this move!

However, he was disappointed.

Fan Yu's Adam's apple was surging, and the origin of martial arts hidden in the trick suddenly burst into brilliance.

Middle-grade martial arts in the ground level, Cangjiang Dragon Yin!

A steamy dragon phantom suddenly emerged from behind Fan Yu, and immediately overlapped with his entire person.

Then the dragon's head raised slightly, and let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth!

Dragon's Groan!

The air collapsed, rolled upside down, and circles of ripples visible to the naked eye, like substance, whistled out from Fan Yu's mouth.

If you are not a person who has seen it with your own eyes, you will not be able to understand the power of this Cangjiang dragon chant at all, as if it is spit out of your mouth, it is not a sharp sound wave at all, but a storm that covers the sky and the earth!

The snowflakes suddenly collapsed, and the houses on all sides collapsed in an instant.

The flying snake in the sky, lightly touched by this sound wave, exploded directly in the air, and was quickly crushed into green dust.

Zhou Wenchang only felt that his body was hit by a heavy hammer, and he staggered backwards, and there was already a trace of blood oozing out of his eyes, nose, mouth and ears.

He roared, "You...... What kind of martial arts are you!?"

The sound was full of shock and disbelief.

Fan Yu didn't answer, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and the origin of Cangjiang Longyin's martial arts quickly fell silent after being launched with all his might like this.

At least for a stick of incense, Fan Yu could no longer use it.

The streamer sword rolled lightly, and three Hongmeng sword shadows flew out, hitting Zhou Wenchang's face like an arrow.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhou Wenchang hurriedly raised his sword over the top, turned into a green python, and narrowly tore apart the three sharp sword shadows.

But on his arm, there were also shallow sword wounds.

He kept panting, and his heart was shocked to the extreme—

Facing Fan Yu, who was only in the Spiritual Light Realm, he, a little Grandmaster of the Gathering Source Realm, was unexpectedly left behind!

If he was repelled by that sonic martial art for the first time, Zhou Wenchang could still comfort himself, he was careless, and he was hit.

But the Hongmeng sword shadow handed out by Fan Yu really made Zhou Wenchang feel the attack power of the opponent's full force.

- It's no weaker than the martial artists of the Gathering Source Realm!

Zhou Wenchang said hoarsely: "Fan Yu, I underestimate you a little! But this situation is over here!"

A very dangerous, very depressing feeling rose from Zhou Wenchang's body.

And the poisonous fog that lingered around it also seemed to be pulled by some kind of traction, becoming more and more turbulent and intense.

The fluorescent armor on Fan Yu's body dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He had to stop attacking, and hurriedly sacrificed three Xuanjia talismans to stabilize the armor on his body before refocusing his gaze on the front.

Zhou Wenchang said hatefully: "I'll let you see and understand, the little master of the Gathering Source Realm, what kind of means can he rely on to crush the martial artists of the Spirit Light Realm!"

At this snap of his fingers, Zhou Wenchang opened his mouth and spit out-

The small fluorescent snake that had always been green had come out of his mouth, and its body twisted and wrapped around the Hundred Poison Sword.

It's his natal seed!

Fan Yu's eyes froze, he didn't expect that this week's Wenchang's natal source seed was really a poisonous snake that chose people to eat!

The so-called natal source species is determined according to the martial artist's mental nature, the true essence of the martial arts, and the exercises practiced.

Generally speaking, the source species does not have a fixed form, it can be a vessel, a plant or a tree, a bird or a beast, or anything in the world.

When a martial artist breaks through the Gathering Source Realm and tries to condense the Source Species, he will form an induction with the source qi of heaven and earth, and enter a pseudo-realm similar to "the unity of heaven and man".

In this pseudo-realm, the martial artist can have a strange attraction and resonance with the existence of the Heaven and Earth, which is consistent with his own Underworld Dao, thus condensing his own natal origin.

For example, Fan Yang, the great elder of the Fan family, cultivates fire attribute exercises, and his temperament is impatient and straightforward, but he is thick and fine, and his natal source seed is a fire lotus containing the power of incineration.