The scope of the sword qi was only a few feet away from the outermost steps of the Zhang Mansion in an instant, Xuan Qingxuan didn't seem to be worried that the sword qi would hurt the Zhang Mansion or even everyone in the mansion, but instead took a few steps forward with Zhang Lerong with a look of anticipation and excitement. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mother, there is swordsmanship in Dad's sword qi!" Zhang Lerong's children's voice was full of excitement, the little guy struggled twice and got off the ground from his mother's arms, and as soon as he reached out with his left hand, he dragged his brother and sister who happened to come forward a few steps forward, stretching his neck and looking up at his little head just three feet away from the crack.

"This is the gas engine?"

"What a fast sword. ”

Three children have three completely different views, and the three adults in the voice don't each have their own gains?

The cracks formed by the thousands of sword qi in the air were the tens of thousands of moves that Zhang Yun had made with the power of one person.

Such a complex and complex, so huge that ordinary people could not imagine that the sword qi spread all over the heavens and the earth in three forms: move, qi, and meaning, forming a huge sword qi ball with a diameter of one hundred and twenty-eight zhang. Relatives and friends can see the essence of it and gain great benefits, but what will the enemy be?

Fortunately, Zhang Yun didn't let the three people in Tsing Yi, who had clearly sensed the sword qi and then exerted one hundred and twenty percent of their strength to run wildly, wait too long. He raised his left hand, pointed to the scabbard a hundred feet above his head, and slashed through the sky seemingly casually.

A sheath with the power of a mountain smashed impartially on the chest of a man due west. It's not that the person doesn't want to resist, it's that the scabbard is gone too fast, and the person can still turn around, and his ability can already be included in the master. He returned with a sheath, leaving only a layer of skin in front of him, and all the objects after that were blown up and disappeared.

The southwestern one was about to turn his head when his companion was smashed, but before he could turn his eyes to see what had happened to his companion, he heard a second landslide sound ringing in his ears.

The world is spinning, how is this...... This man will never be able to ask the last word "what" in his heart, because everything that should be considered his body below the neck is gone.

That's right, being suddenly smashed down by a mountain from a height of hundreds of feet, even if it is a mound that can barely be called a mountain, this time it will make the soul of the smashed person scatter and die without a place to bury?

The man who fled to the south was only ten zhang away from the woodland, and it seemed that the hope of survival was in front of him, if it weren't for the countless sword qi that suddenly enveloped him.

"Tell me everything you know, and spare you from dying. Zhang Yun stood with his hands in his hands, his face was like frost, and at a glance he still had the aura of the immortal family, but the long sword that floated in front of him was full of sword energy, and the killing intent easily crushed the spirit of the last man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't care about the flow of feces and urine, fell to his knees, and said in a voice that was completely frightened: "I say everything, I ...... everything"

The sound stopped suddenly, and a round hole appeared on the neck of the man in green clothes, from east to west, transparent.

Zhang Yun was not unable to block the sneak attack for this person, but at this time, he was in a rage, and he didn't care about the life and death of the Tsing Yi man at all.

The sword qi in the sky suddenly pointed together, and the awe-inspiring momentum was like a hundred thousand soldiers in armor, and the slaughter and deterrence were more than ten miles away. Zhang Yun stretched out his hand to hold the "Ten Years", this extremely sharp long sword that was hard to imagine just by looking at the appearance trembled slightly, and then quickly quieted down, as if the treasure horse with a fierce temper had finally met the good master.

Zhang Yun glanced at the sword body that was like a flood of autumn water, turned around slowly, and gently raised his sword to remove the nine long arrows that pointed at the nine big points on his body. These long arrows only "appeared out of thin air" a moment ago, and they were all firmly locked in the air by the sword qi a zhang away from Zhang Yun's body, so at this time, Zhang Yun dialed the arrows as if he was just pulling these arrows from the support to the ground, which seemed to be very easy.

Zhang Yun looked at the forest that couldn't see the scene in the depths clearly and said: "This magic arrow is a good imitation, but since you choose to shoot, you should know what will happen to your last nail." ”

"You already knew about my existence? Also, the mountains and seas have practiced to the point of the co-master of heaven and earth, and it is really stupid for me to be lucky. The voice sounded, but no one appeared in the forest.

Zhang Yun didn't seem to have any intention of making a move immediately, but he glanced at the door of Zhang's mansion first, signaling the laughing poor Daoist who had just drawn his sword and knocked off a full fifty-four long arrows and the laughing idiot Daoist who blocked the other fifty-four long arrows above the heads of the six people with his strong palm power did not need to make a move, and gently touched Xuan Qingxuan with his eyes. Looking at the three children again, Zhang Yun's gaze became more and more gentle, how could there be the suffocating coldness when he looked at the woods a moment ago?

Zhang Zhengyang nodded vigorously, indicating that he could take care of his two younger sisters. Zhang Lerong's little face was full of smiles, as if he was not worried about being a father. As for Zhang Yiqing, who had already regarded Zhang Yun as a "true father" and also the most admired immortal at this time, this girl actually gestured with a small fist with an excited face, obviously wanting Zhang Yun, a father, to show his might and let the shameless sneak attacker receive the punishment he deserved.

Turning around, Zhang Yun was not worried that the man in the forest would run, after all, it was best not to move at this time. His face was no longer cold, but instead had a smiling expression on his face when a father doted on his children: "Look, it's always a bit silly to be a father in front of your children." Okay, please go meet those eight colleagues. ”

One hundred and thirty-five long arrows suddenly flew out of the forest, all of them were nine arrows in a row, a total of fifteen groups, and the momentum was three percent stronger than the previous sneak attack on those arrow feathers, and the target was Zhang Yun alone.

Lingyun is a sword, shining in the sky.

Zhang Yunjin handed over the sword. His sword did not really step forward, and the sword was not as fast as lightning, but the qi of heaven and earth was like the sea pouring into the river, and the torrent formed was crazy and surging, and there were 36,000 sword qi under the manipulation of the sword intent, and the torrent of qi was directed directly into the forest.

One hundred and thirty-five long arrows were fleeting, as if evaporating, leaving no trace.

There seemed to be a sudden innumerable breeze in the woods, the leaves shook but did not fall, the branches shook but did not bend, and there were no casualties among birds, beasts, fish and insects, except for one person.

Another hundred and thirty-five long arrows were shot, and they were reduced to powder, and the wind blew away.

Another hundred and thirty-five long arrows were fired, and they were still steaming like water vapor.

There are 30,000 sword qi in the sword qi, any hand is superior, and any move is the ultimate, not to mention the heaven and earth qi machine, not to mention the atmospheric and gratuitous Lingyun sword intent?

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi with a gold belt at the waist watched the imitation in his hand dissipate and slacken, and then his fingers, wrists, arms, and body. He just sighed lightly in his mind: He is worthy of being the head of the Zhang family, and he is the opponent of the big leader of my family.

A woman who could not be seen to be old sat in a tiger skin chair, but she had a majesty that seemed to be born in her soul, and the king of a country was no more than that, or even worse.

The large bowl with celadon and gold rimmed on the table suddenly exploded, and the wine spilled all over the floor.

The woman looked in her eyes and smiled slightly.