The sound that suddenly came into the square was naturally heartfelt, but it carried an indescribable confidence, and the slightest murderous intent carried in it was unabashedly filled in the words. lā

Everyone turned around in unison, because of the killing intent in the direction from which the sound came, the spectators who were facing away from the mountain road even turned around, and automatically separated a two-meter-wide passage from it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wen Yuanzheng was the same, turning around and standing proudly in the ring with his hands in his hands, his calm face was covered with a layer of gloom, and his heart had positioned this person as a cruel target.

Shu Jianfeng looked at the mountain road at the outer edge of the square with a winged face, and Tang Xiaoxuan and Zhan Tai also looked at the entrance in surprise.

Shu Yilan Fang's heart was excited, her face disappeared in an instant, and her eyes at the mountain pass were full of nervousness and expectation.

'This is his voice, it is his original voice, it must be him!' Shu Yilan held each other's jade hands at this moment, and Qianqian's ten fingers turned white.

This unintentional voice is the most familiar with Tong Qiang, and the look in his eyes at this moment is almost exactly the same as Shu Yilan's. It's just that he is looking forward to the return of his brother who he hasn't seen for a year, and what he is nervous about is that with his brother's personality and temper, he will definitely have a tragic battle with Wen Yuanzheng.

Of course, the word tragic only fell on his brother without a doubt.

At the entrance of the mountain below the square, all eyes were on it, waiting for the owner of the arrogant voice to appear.

It's really that the murderous words that came just now are too domineering.

"Rushing back from thousands of miles away, just to kill you!" Who is this person? In the curious and surprised eyes of the crowd, a figure that surprised everyone slowly walked up to the square from the mountain pass, and the scene seemed to be this person sitting on a lift slowly from head to toe in front of everyone's eyes.

Ruxue's long hair was stimulated by the murderous aura that emanated from the wind, and he was dressed in a black cotton cloth disciple's outfit from the besieged city, caged his tall and lean figure, and carried a lilac long stick obliquely on his shoulder, under the infusion of true qi, the purple mist was swirling, making the whole person look mysterious;

'Click!'

The steps were slow and heavy, and there was a sound of landing, and with each step, a footprint half an inch deep was left on the bluestone square behind him.

Unable to help himself, the disciples on both sides of the passage took a step back again.

"Who is this? It doesn't look like it's from our twin cities, is it?"

"I don't know, but I'm wearing the costume of a besieging disciple. ”

"This person is a samurai's first-level cultivator, how do I feel that I have an illusion of facing a martial artist?"

"Let's watch a good show, this murderous spirit is so heavy"

Even the two city lords didn't know who this white-haired and masked man was, and Shu Jianfeng's eyes were full of doubts. Only Shu Yilan had seen the heartbreaking white hair, she was already covering her red lips with her hands at the moment, trying not to let herself cry, the mist in her beautiful eyes blurred her vision, and she could only see the blurred figure slowly approaching.

The person who came was Wen Yiming, who had traveled for a long distance and traveled for six days.

I got a towel when I was resting on the way, so as not to attract too much attention. When he arrived at the bottom of the mountain, after repeated confirmation of the siege waist card, the disciples of the mountain gate let him go up the mountain.

I heard that today is the last day of the Battle of the Two Cities, and there is about half an hour to go. He also took the time to go back to the stone house, put on the besieged disciple's uniform, and then hurried over slowly.

Before he walked into the square, he heard the conversation between Wen Yuanzheng and Shu Yilan. When the anger rose slightly, he directly infused the thick true qi and released the killing intent.

After six days of traveling at an even pace, thirsty for nectar, hungry for wild meat, and the elixir of the man in black, his injuries had almost recovered, and his mental power, true qi, and physical strength were even more abundant.

At this moment, he has not fully recovered except for his viscera, and he is almost in his prime.

Wen Yuanzheng will die today! This is the root cause of his undisguised murderous intent.

The square was silent for a while, and all eyes fell on Wen Yiming, but he said that it was his white hair and masked face.

Thirty meters away from the ring, Wen Yiming's feet suddenly exerted force, and in the crackling sound of the bluestone, everyone only saw a black and white shadow streaked through the air, and a long purple mist dragged out behind it.

And in the next second, Wen Yiming had landed in the center of the ring.

He didn't even glance at Wen Yuanzheng, he first bowed deeply in the direction of Shu Jianfeng, and said angrily, "Master is well!"

Hearing this, the master is fine. Shu Jianfeng almost used all his strength to stand up, and under the agitation of his mood, he forcibly endured the mist in his eyes instantly, and said in a trembling voice, "Okay! It's good to be a teacher!"

Seeing that the only disciple was full of white hair, Shu Jianfeng almost couldn't control the murderous aura that wanted to overflow, and his heart was like a knife.

Wen Yiming straightened up and saluted Tang Xiaoxuan and Zhan Tai, looked at the emotional Shu Yilan, and nodded slightly. Only then did he turn around and look at Wen Yuanzheng, who was dressed in white opposite,

Wen Yuanzheng stared at Wen Yiming with his eyes open, and said with a little surprise, "Are you Wen Yiming?" You have broken through to the warrior stage, and you are indeed qualified to stand in front of me." However, just like last year, Wen will be able to make you kneel in front of me. By the way, it's on both knees!"

"Really?" Wen Yiming's tone was flat, he slipped the long stick from his shoulder to the ground, and said coldly, "Wen Yuanzheng, if you can catch my stick, I won't kill you today!"

'Wow' burst into flames from the audience, and there were boos for a while.

Where does this confidence come from?

Arrogance and arrogance are no longer enough to describe this person's ignorance, a martial arts cultivator on the first floor of a samurai, let the chief of the lonely city on the sixth floor of the samurai wait for the verdict, this is simply a mess.

No one can accept it, and they won't believe it.

However, this is indeed the most stylish pretending line of the year in Twin Cities.

Even the two city lords who turned around and stood on the edge of the ring could only look at each other, although they heard Shu Yilan say Wen Yiming's combat effectiveness, they always had doubts in their hearts.

"Hahaha" Wen Yuanzheng didn't laugh angrily, and when he finished speaking, he started to shake his body, and the strong wind that vibrated his body made his clothes crisp again and again, and sneered, "Mole ant, come on, I'm looking forward to it!"

Wen Yiming didn't move, this battle for him needed to crush Wen Yuanzheng to death in an open and honest manner, and he didn't think about any tricks. And now that he has been promoted to the samurai stage, he believes that if Wen Yuanzheng wants to force his full burst, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

One stick is enough!

"Wen Yuanzheng, the sixth layer of the warrior is not my opponent, show the true cultivation, otherwise you will die blindly!"

The audience shook again, and the high-level executives were also slightly shocked. It's all a secret way, Wen Yuanzheng hid his cultivation, how is it possible?

Wen Yuanzheng was a huge shock, his face began to change, and a trace of red mist appeared in his eyes.

"That's right!" Wen Yiming said at the same time, his right foot retreated sharply, and his whole body was on the support of the lunge, like an arrow ready to be launched with a full moon, and the light purple long stick on his right arm slashed to the right back on the side of his body, and there was a tooth-aching sound of metal rubbing.

Chest up, fists clenched a string of bones cracking.

Suddenly, he raised his head and made a roar to the sky, and a thunderous roar shook the audience between his angry eyes.

"Ho~~~ Ahhh

His white hair fluttered wildly, and a circle of air shockwaves visible to the naked eye spread out.

Wen Yiming's violent and domineering momentum is shocking!

No one had ever seen such a savage and domineering roar, as if a beast that had been imprisoned for ten thousand years had broken its seal.

Locking on Wen Yuanzheng's murderous aura, it made his heart tremble, at this moment, Wen Yuanzheng's momentum was uncontrollably oppressed and rose layer by layer, his face was blocked by several blue lines on his face, and the red mist in his eyes was instantly thick, red as blood.

"Samurai Nine-Layer Great Perfection !!"

All the high-level executives exclaimed, and everyone in the audience was even more dumbfounded.

Shu Jianfeng stood up with a pout when he saw Wen Yuanzheng's face covered with blue lines. In the wide sleeved robe, the true qi was uncontrollably bulging.