"I didn't want to do anything with you. "

"Since you have sent this demon beast crystal to the door, I will naturally not live up to your kindness, so don't take it!"

Chen Ran took a step forward and waved his hand.

But when he saw the sword cultivator, he spit out a mouthful of pure white sword intent and fell into his hand.

In the end, it condensed into a very beautiful dragon sword!

As soon as this sword came out. When he landed, the cold of the road dispersed.

It was the sword intent that roamed the whole audience.

Don't say it's a low-level disciple.

It was Wu Cheng in front of Chen Ran, and his face couldn't help but change suddenly!

"This ......"

He was stunned for a moment.

Judging from Xu Zhenjiang's injury, he thought that that clumsy move was Chen Ran's specialty.

Although that trick is very clever. However, as a high-level disciple of the Blood Prison. Wucheng naturally has a higher-level method of cracking.

It's just that he never thought that Chen Ran was a good sword player.

"How?"

"Blood Hell seems. It is only stipulated that in the formal competition platform, no techniques and methods other than the blood prison shall be used. "

"But it doesn't stipulate that the duel under the stage can't be used, right?"

"Or -- are you scared? Hehe, if that's the case, I'll play with you with my palm, and there's no problem. "

Chen Ran said with a smile.

I'm afraid?

Upon hearing this, Wu Cheng shook his head: "I'm afraid that I'll kill you too quickly, and I can't see what moves you have!"

After that, his attention was all focused on Chen Ran's sword.

It's a beautiful sword.

It looks like an ornament.

However, from the dazzling sword rays that spread out from this sword, it is enough to know that this sword is by no means a showmanship, but a real divine blade!

The Zhanlu sword was cast by ancient Chinese craftsmen, and its preciousness is naturally incomparable, even if it is a great wilderness, it is also an extremely top treasure.

No wonder Witch City is so excited.

"Unexpectedly, this son still exists. Such a precious thing. "

"I knew that when I made an appointment to fight before, I would have asked for his sword......"

"But it doesn't matter. "

"As long as I kill him, all the magic weapons on his body, including the local-level magic secret book in his hand before, will all be in my pocket!"

Wu Cheng thought of this, and the killing intent in his eyes was even stronger.

Yes.

Wu Cheng was so aggressive, not only to avenge Xu Zhenjiang, but also to get the secret book of the Blood God Palm in Chen Ran's hand!

You must know that even he didn't have a chance to refer to such superb exercises, and at the moment, Xu Zhenjiang must have obtained it from Xu Sheng.

He killed Chen Ran, but he could take advantage of the situation, put this cheatbook in his pocket, and read it in the shortest time.

When the time comes, if you return it to Xu Zhenjiang or Xu Sheng, no matter how you think about it, he will earn it!

Not to mention, he also discovered some unexpected gains at this time.

Seeing Wu Cheng looking at himself. It was like looking at a fat sheep, how could Chen Ran not see what he was thinking at this time?

So, he picked up the edge of the sword lightly and said, "This sword of mine is not something that anyone can hold." "

"It's the same with my life. "

"The people who had such thoughts about you before have now become the souls of the dead under this sword!"

"Oh?"

"Do you want to be one of them?"

Wucheng scoffed.

Although, Chen Ran's weapon moved him. However, he didn't think that Chen Ran, a low-level disciple, could have the power to defeat him with a single weapon.

Weapons are not terrifying.

It is the people who use weapons that are terrifying.

Just a low-level disciple is to give him an ancient divine soldier and a god-level martial arts, so what? It's not that he can't exert a few percent of his skills?

"That being the case. Let me see what you are capable of saying this to me!"

As soon as Wu Cheng's words fell, his whole body moved like a wind. Towards Chen Ran's direction.

When he raised his hand, it turned out to be out of thin air, setting off a violent wind.

Countless tornadoes wreak havoc with his figure.

The trees around them shook violently.

These trees are all towering trees with deep roots, and if they were those trees in the secular world, they must have been uprooted by this time.