Xuan Qingxuan picked up the Sifang Mountain disciple who was paralyzed in the carriage, just like picking up a piece of pork to be put in the pot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This is useless, it's clear that it's a temptation to send it up for us to kill, those three people must be the power of thunder, and there will be no other good way to carry it after a hard encounter." Shangguan Ling said and waved his hand, "Throw it out, put it in the carriage out of thin air and affect the speed." ”

Xuan Qingxuan snorted and casually threw the immobile Sifang Mountain disciple out of the carriage, Shui Heng also said that he had solved the acupoint for that person, but he was poked in front of his forehead by Xuan Qingxuan's finger, and he could only hold his head and squat on the ground, not even daring to breathe.

Shelving Xuan Qingxuan's words, what is there to sympathize with and take care of this kind of enemy opponent? Isn't being kind to your enemies being mistreating yourself? She Xuan Qingxuan just threw people and didn't make up for it easily, she was already a bodhisattva with a heart and a fairy, which round got Shui Heng, you little guy came out?

Fortunately, the great enemy is approaching, and no matter how scattered the attention of the group is, it will return to the three real masters of the upcoming Sifang Mountain in the shortest possible time. The Mysterious Land that has disappeared for hundreds of years has not revealed any news to the rivers and lakes, and no one knows how much strength this force still has now. The bait of temptation that was sown before was no longer to be taken lightly in the eyes of Zheng Jianyin and Guo Nanping, and Shangguan Ling and Xuan Qingxuan had also fought with the disciples of the Sifang Mountain who had been killed by the Quartet, and they also knew the second elder's statement.

The tense atmosphere began to spread on this carriage, and even Zhang Yun began to change from excitement to nervousness, he probably understood what was about to happen, and he could also see that these people who were very good to him seemed to be worried about what was about to happen. Zhang Yun is very smart, at least even if he is only a six-year-old mind, Zhang Yun is smart enough at this time to never do anything that may affect everyone. So he simply ran to the corner of the carriage, sat down next to Seventeen, and then beckoned Xuan Qingxuan to sit beside him.

Zhang Yun didn't know why Shangguan Ling had been telling him all the way that if there was any danger, he would hide in this corner, and he didn't know why Seventeen would always rest in this corner after being taken away by Shangguan Ling to talk about it. But he knew he had to make himself safe enough, because it was clear that many times the target of those charlatans was none other than him, who didn't know exactly where he was useful to those people.

Xuan Qingxuan put the five metal rings connected to the water weaving silk in Zhang Yun's hand, and whispered to him that he must listen to his own instructions before pulling. If there is no one to say anything to him, decide for himself which ring to use first.

Zhang Yun has been hearing Xuan Qingxuan talk about the power of these five rings since he set off, but he has never seen it, and at this time, seeing Xuan Qingxuan handed it over to him so solemnly, he hurriedly wiped the sweat on his palms on his clothes, and carefully connected the five rings in his hands.

The carriage of Zhang Yun and his party had already run out of the range of the nearby villages at this time, which meant that no matter how earth-shattering the fight was, it would not affect the truly innocent people.

It's a large bare wasteland, with high terrain, and there's only one way to get out, which is perfect for fighting.

At one end of the horizon appeared, three figures, plain and tight, with broad-bladed swords behind their backs. It looks very simple and even a little shabby, if you just look at it with your eyes, you can't see at all where these three eyes or three small people have the demeanor of a master, and what kind of momentum can make the master of the First Sword Pavilion pay so much attention to it.

"It's not easy to fight, I'll take the lead, Lao Guo is second, Ling'er is looking for a chance to yin them, Xuan'er cooperates with Ling'er, and Shui Heng fights." Zheng Jianyin rarely took the initiative to give orders. At this time, he was more like the master of the Yijian Pavilion who said everything, rather than the "Zhang Mansion Butler" who mingled with the Zhang family.

Shangguan Ling had no objection, the momentum that the three people on the opposite side couldn't hide was growing rapidly, she didn't want to be haunted by a master of this level and have any chance to hurt Zhang Yun. Therefore, Guo Nanping must attack with Zheng Jianyin, and these two must stop at least two people as much as possible, otherwise Shangguan Ling will find a way to calculate such three people, I am afraid it will be an extremely difficult task to complete.

The three tiny dots quickly enlarged, and the imperial momentum that ordered everyone in all directions to hang their heads was at a glance on the seemingly shabby three people. When the distance between the two sides was only halfway down, the three of them drew their broadswords behind their backs, held them firmly in front of their chests with both hands, and looked straight forward with their eyes like lightning, and their steps were three feet apart.

This is an almost absolute neutral trend, and it is a rare method of accumulating momentum in today's rivers and lakes. Even many famous schools with a long history may not be able to teach such a righteous and extreme way, this is not the righteousness of a certain move and a certain trend, but from the inside out, the rules and squares that originate from the soul, and it is the result of the kind of people who must be obeyed from birth and are willingly obeyed.

Zheng Jianyin felt that his palms were itching, and he felt that the tips of his heart were itching. Even the Tianyang real people back then had never asked Zheng Jianyin to see such a righteous but not stereotypical sword holding method. What is the effect of a sword wielded in this state? What would it be like to deal with it?

Zheng Jianyin knew that this battle was dangerous, but it was still difficult to suppress the excitement in his heart, he forcibly suppressed the battle intent in his body that rose to the sky, and endured until Shangguan Ling in the carriage behind him said "Okay", and then he jumped up, and the whole person turned into a giant sword and dragged a light and shadow channel in the air that folded out thousands of rainbows, and pounced on one of the three comers.

Zheng Jianyin knew that that person must be the strongest of the three, and there was no need to distinguish it, because since the other three came with a neutral momentum, it was obvious that there was no conspiracy after the temptation, so the person in the middle must be the strongest one among the enemies, and he didn't think about it.

Guo Nanping still didn't move, because Shangguan Ling was staring closely ahead, she was waiting for the result of Zheng Jianyin's first move.

The sword in the hand of the three enemies flipped over, and then it was raised high, and the momentum that had been suppressed before only leaked erupted, as if another round of sun rose on the flat ground on a sunny day.

Zheng Jianyin's eyes suddenly burst out with excitement, and the momentum of the sword with his body rose again. He turned his hand and pulled out the ancient sword that was already trembling wildly in the sheath, the blood-colored long lines on the sword were extremely bright, and I don't know how many years of murderous aura accumulated finally appeared in the world again after the battle with Tianyang.

The killing intent was like a cold current, and the colorful streamers all turned into blood-colored rainbows, and they were in one place with the lofty broadsword that had the righteous intent of the infinite emperor.

All the voices seemed to disappear at this moment, and all the scenes began to slow down, so slow that Shangguan Ling's extremely fast voice became like ordinary people saying ordinary words.

Guo Nanping moved after that "shot", and this shot was the 330,000 golden needles in the backpack.

This trick Guo Nanping really used for the first time, and it has a name, called "Thirty-three Days Fall".