These things seem to be a long time, but in fact they happened in a very short period of time, Zi Ran slashed three times, and no one left in the snow finally reacted at this time, and an ethereal but extremely powerful formation came from everywhere. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, the young man in the lead finally rushed out of the thick fog, and the sword in his hand had already appeared in front of Ziran.

Ziran stabbed three times, and he was already exhausted, where did he still have the strength to fight with that young man again.

But he still went out of the knife because he didn't want to die yet.

He held the iron knife on his chest, his movements a little weak, a little weak, and a little wooden, but it was extremely firm, like the green pine on the cliff that was hidden by the wind and snow, unshakable. There is also a faint hint of the tortoise shell of the previous Ding Hua, which is a continuous defense, extremely strong.

The sword slashed by the young man at the head with the powerful power of the Secret Realm, the power is extremely terrifying, and it is difficult to connect it with the strength and state of the current realm of nature.

The long sword slashed at the long knife, and another white mist rose up.

Ziran flew out upside down and landed heavily on the snow, crushing the fluffy white snow and splashing snowflakes on the ground.

The young man at the head did not continue to attack, he stood in place, looking at the figure lying in the snow with a blank face.

Ziran got up from the ground with difficulty, Ran Chuan endured the suppression of the formation on the side, only felt a feeling of boredom in his chest and abdomen, extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but spit blood.

When Ziran saw Ran Chuan vomiting blood, he couldn't bear it anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which made him feel more comfortable.

The young man at the head was extremely calm on the surface, but in fact his heart had already been covered by anger, and in just one round, one of them had been killed, and in any case, the two teenagers were bound to die, and he couldn't have imagined that their counterattack before death was so terrifying.

"You are indeed strong, but today you have to die anyway." He calmed the anger in his heart and wanted to vent it on them verbally.

When fighting, Ran Chuan can't speak, because that will distract him, but Ziran is different, don't distract yourself when you talk during the battle, but also distract others.

"That's not necessarily, you see, you were so powerful just now, and now we haven't killed one of them. Who are you? If you want to kill us, you're almost qualified. Ziran's tone was a little disdainful, and his expression was even more mocking, and his eyes seemed to be looking at you as the young man condescendingly.

In fact, Zi Ran said these words completely to provoke him, and it had almost nothing to do with reality, his first knife was his most powerful knife in the past ten years, and it was also a knife that had been contained for a long time, cutting out such a knife, even if he paid some price, today he has no way to cut out such a knife again, but that young man was only dragged by his knife for two or three breaths, and he was not even injured at all, so powerful, it even made people a little desperate.

At first, he thought that Ziran's extremely powerful knife was to kill and break the game, but he didn't succeed, and turned to kill Ding Hua, but was blocked by Ding Hua's tortoise shell, and then cooperated with the neglected Ran Chuan to kill the man with strong divine sense.

That man played a big role in the team, otherwise Ranchuan would have fled directly into the snow if he didn't succeed in sneaking up on Ding Hua before, but the person directly found out his whereabouts, so he had the current situation.

Kill him, and they'll have a much better chance of escaping today. Moreover, the three of them are the most important people in the team, and he is the one who is relatively the best to kill.

The leader easily thought of this, and he exhaled again to calm the anger in his heart, but decided to kill them in pain later, so that they could feel what terror and despair were before they died.

"My name is Zongzheng, I think, I am still qualified to kill you." After Zong Zheng said this, his eyes gradually became cold.

The formation that had been surrounding Ziran and the two suddenly became irritable, and the five of them each held a prescription position, surrounding the two of them tightly, leaving no chance to escape.

Zi Ran's heart was greatly depressed, and an extremely hot breath appeared out of nowhere, and began to swim in his body, and the feeling of boredom was suddenly swept away, and the fiery breath flowed through his sea of qi, and the sea of qi began to boil, passing through his seven veins, becoming more and more irritable.

Zong Zheng sensed something, but he didn't plan to give Ziran a chance.

The long sword burst through the air, and with extremely powerful power, it came in an instant.

But at this time, an iron knife appeared, slashing away with a faint golden glow and an extremely violent aura.

The swords intersected, and there was no sword light, just a dense fog that was extremely fierce and a sharp sonorous sound.

Two figures retreated from the thick fog, leaving two deep trails in the snow.

Ziran couldn't help vomiting blood again, the right hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the blood soaked the cloth belt on his hand, making it look a little sticky and disgusting.

Zong Zheng stepped back a few feet, his heart was extremely shocked, he knew very well how powerful his sword contained, how did that person hold on?

He felt the faint fiery breath, his heart was slightly confused, he had a sense of déjà vu for this feeling, but he knew very well that he had never been exposed to this breath, but what was this feeling of déjà vu?

Why is that fiery breath so irritable and shocking?

The formation around Ziran and the two suddenly increased, and the sword light and sword shadow in the formation forced the two of them.

Zi Ran let out a sharp roar between his lips, blood couldn't stop flowing from the corners of his lips, the boiling sea of qi exploded, and it was directly ignited, and a powerful incomparable breath erupted from his body, setting off snowflakes in the sky, and the long knife was raised by him, and in the wind and snow, there was a hidden golden light surging.

This picture is shocking, especially for Zongzheng, which makes him a little incomprehensible.

But the next scene made people even more shocking, and the aura erupted even more violently, which was the opposite of the formation, and the poor snow was lifted again, revealing the bare ground below, which looked even more pitiful.

The five people who maintained the formation all retreated, but the formation was never broken, which meant that Ziran and Ran Chuan could not escape, so no matter how much they did, it was useless.

Although the strength of these five people is also good, they have hardly done anything except to maintain the formation to ensure that Ran Chuan and the two have no chance to escape.

Because of the young powerhouse Zongzheng who looked young but was about to leave the list of their generation, he was too powerful, they did something very important, and with him, they didn't need to do anything else.

But the two people who were surrounded by them were also very powerful, but they were not Zongzheng's opponents after all.

With one enemy and five, Ziran vomited blood again, and his right hand was about to lose his iron knife, but his eyes were still bright, and his eyes were still so quiet and clean. I couldn't see fear or anything else.

Zong Zheng's eyes were angry, his clothes fluttered slightly, and the long sword came to Ziran again.

Ziran didn't block it anymore, because he really didn't have the strength to block it anymore.

The long sword was about to kill Zi Ran, and at this time, another sword appeared in front of Zi Ran, and the two swords intersected, as if pulling out a sword flower, the sword flower was dyed red, and I don't know whose blood it was.

Zong Zheng retreated again, the anger and shock in his eyes reached the extreme, and he was about to drown his reason.

His sword actually didn't break through that sword, he had eaten too much surprise today, and even after he had lived for so many years, he hadn't seen so many bizarre things, this kind of thing, how did these people do it?

The blood flower spread out and sprinkled all over the ground, falling a blood-red patch.

This is the fall red.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

I don't know what kind of beautiful flowers that blood-red will give birth to in the coming year?

This is a sword move created by Ran Chuan himself, with extremely strong defensive power, of course, this is not for Zi Ran, Zi Ran is at most a grass, and where is it better than a flower.

The blood flowers were scattered, Ran Chuan didn't stay, and he didn't even have time to breathe and vomit blood, the long sword came to Zong Zheng's body, and at the same time, his people also came to Zong Zheng's body.

Zong Zheng stared at Ran Chuan's eyes, and at this moment, Ran Chuan underwent earth-shaking changes.

His eyes were filled with a trace of blackness, deeper than ordinary people's eyes, and at the same time, a trace of black qi appeared around his body, and even his skin began to turn yellow and black, and his skin became extremely hard.

This is the bloodline blessing of the demon race, demonization.

These changes seem to be long, but in fact, in just a short moment, before Zongzheng has come and blinked, Ranchuan came to Zongzheng's body.

Zong Zheng's sword is no longer a passive defensive move, but a powerful attack.

Zong Zheng retreated a few feet, his right hand trembled slightly, and he fought several times, which also caused some damage to him.

Ran Chuan flew out directly, but there was no pain or fear on his face, and some were just indifferent.

At this moment, the snow on the ground seemed to be scorched by an extremely high temperature in a radius of dozens of zhang, and an extremely rich white mist suddenly rose.

Seeing this scene, Zong Zheng's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and his face was very ugly.

There was no time to breathe, the sea of qi churned violently, and a powerful and incomparable vitality came to Zongzheng's hand from the seven veins, and with a wave of his hand, the white mist was blown away.

Zong Zheng's face finally became gloomy, because there was no longer Zi Ran and the two in the snow.