Zi Ran's expression was extremely calm, this was the most ruthless state when he entered the battle, he ignored the disciple behind him, and came to Zhuo Yun's side in an instant. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

An exaggeratedly long knife slashed at an extremely terrifying speed.

There was a hint of mockery on Zhuo Yun's face, although the momentum of this knife was extraordinary and contained extremely powerful power, but this person's realm was only in the realm of returning to the sea, and he could break it with a flip of his hand.

Worthy of being a powerhouse in the middle realm, he swung his sword lightly, looking extremely calm, and even disdainful.

Ziran retreated, Zhuo Yun didn't move at all, but his brows furrowed slightly, the power contained in this knife was more powerful than he imagined, but in order to make himself look extraordinary to take this knife, he paid a little price, but what made him even more puzzled was that he sensed something strange and somewhat familiar from this knife, he didn't know what it was.

Ziran's face did not change, he was not frustrated that his knife did not achieve almost any effect, he was constantly looking for a way, a way to defeat or kill this person.

Yuexiu's face was pale, the corners of his lips were overflowing with blood, he kept coughing, and then sat down on an undamaged wooden bench, even if the injury was so severe, his eyes were still quiet, and there was no pain in sight.

Ziran pursed his lips, he glanced back at Ran Chuan, and then at Yuexiu.

Zhuo Yun's face was slightly mocking, and he looked at the three young people in front of him, and suddenly became a little angry.

The one holding the knife stood at the front, holding up a space for the two behind him, the one holding the sword stood behind the knife, his arm trembled slightly, and there was a slight blood stain on the corner of his lips, but his eyes were extremely bright and firm, and that kind of light was even difficult to look at, the scholar was extremely injured, and it was even difficult to stand up, and even he knew that he might die soon, but his eyes were still so quiet and clean, transparent and difficult to face.

Zhuo Yun saw the same thing in these three young people, that kind of thing made him feel very dazzling, maybe because he was too old, he didn't have that kind of dazzling thing, so he didn't like that kind of thing very much.

That thing is called vigor, dreams, youth, self-confidence and fearlessness.

He wanted to destroy that kind of thing from their eyes.

Ziran's face remained unchanged, and he took out the knife again, and the long knife slashed towards Zhuo Yun, this knife was out of order, and even looked dull and wooden, without the slightest skill at all.

But this knife made Zhuo Yun's face a little dignified, the appreciation on Yuexiu's face was even stronger, the fierceness in the inn was even stronger, and a feeling of stagnation in the throat permeated, Zhuo Yun knew very well that this was from the knife in Ziran's hand.

The solemnity of Zhuo Yun's face was quickly replaced by mockery, this knife is indeed very strong, not to mention that when he was young, he was not necessarily so strong when he was as big as the man carrying the gun in the woods or the man holding the big knife on the cliff like Ziran, but so what?

Can a baby with a knife overcome a man in the prime of life with a stick?

In the face of this knife, Zhuo Yun is so calm and extraordinary, so light-hearted, he didn't even use the sword, this is not a mockery, it is more like a kind of ignorance, to hell with the ridiculous vitality, dreams, youth, self-confidence and fearless power.

An extremely powerful aura flowed out of Zhuo Yun's body, and there was a faint sense of law coming out.

The long knife froze abruptly in the air, and it was difficult to cut it down.

A glimmer of light flashed in Ran Chuan's eyes, and he wanted to move, but he found that it was difficult for him to move, and the speed that he and Ziran were proud of was completely unusable.

More than half a year ago, Ran Chuan had a conflict with a young man with a young man who had the realm of the first realm of returning to the sea in the cultivator city under the banner of the Sleepless Mountain in the northwest, and then he killed the young man, the young brother of the young man in order to avenge his brother, showed the powerful realm of the top of the returning sea, and also showed a means, when Wen Yu burst out of vitality, so that the land next to him could not enter for several feet, and the sword of Ran Chuan was trapped in it and could not move, which was so similar to this moment.

But there are still differences, Zhuo Yun's condensation realm encompasses the entire inn, and Wen Yu's aura is only a few feet away, worthy of being a powerhouse in the middle realm, and the strength realm is really strong.

Ran Chuan's eyes were scarlet, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Ziran knew what he wanted to do, but he couldn't do it for him.

An extremely fanatical and irritable aura flowed out of Ziran's body, and then eroded towards the realm, and at the same time, the long knife that was frozen in the air moved, falling slowly but firmly.

Zhuo Yun was slightly startled, and he said with some doubts: "This is?" ”

Yuexiu was very surprised, and then he didn't know what he thought, he smiled silently.

Zhuo Yun snorted coldly and waved his sleeves, and the long knife was fanned open, but his sleeves were still cut open, and a trace of hot and irritable aura eroded away.

Feeling this faint but extremely unruly aura, Zhuo Yun's expression was incredulous, and his face was ugly.

"The Golden Crow Secret! Golden Crow Burning Technique! The Golden Crow has reappeared? Who are you? Who are you? Zhuo Yun roared wildly, his voice full of disbelief.

Yuexiu nodded suddenly, and then felt that his thoughts were a little ridiculous, he already knew that Ziran was very human, although it was strange at this time, but there should be no surprise.

The golden crow is a fire beast, and the phoenix is its name, and it is even said that the sun is a golden crow with the ability to reach the sky, and its strength is beyond doubt.

Zhuo Yun felt the unique power of the Golden Crow clan from Ziran's power, that kind of heat, that kind of rage, he could be very sure that it was from the Golden Crow clan.

But the Jinwu clan has disappeared from the world for thousands of years, and this creature has been forgotten in people's memory, but forgetting does not mean that the traces they left in the world are really completely gone, these traces are the inheritance they left behind, and this inheritance, even in the endless years, will not be washed away and dissipated.

Ziran's body seemed to be burning with flames, and the extremely hot and explosive aura flowed wildly in his body, he looked at Zhuo Yun, thinking of the invincible general who seemed to be a hunter in the mountains, and he realized at this time that the bottle of golden crow blood was not ordinary golden crow blood, but the golden crow's lifelong energy, in other words, it was the golden crow, and he inherited the power of the golden crow, and he found out that the real master actually had such a means to reach the sky.

Ziran clenched the long knife, looked at Zhuo Yun calmly and attentively, and he was silent.

Now is not the time to think about these things, for whatever reason, the person in front of him has become his enemy, so he must be defeated, Ziran thinks so and is doing it.

But the enemy in front of him is too strong, the powerful realm of the middle realm of Tongyou, and it is only one step away from the peak of the middle realm, but Ziran and Ranchuan are just returning to the middle realm of the sea, and the realm is so low, not to mention that the two of them are self-taught, without any background, without a single exercise, not even a method, they only rely on what they have obtained through countless tempering, such as speed, such as the power of the bloodline of the demon race, and also the power of the golden crow, but more importantly, they seem to be born with a fighting talent, Relying on these, they defeated opponents stronger than themselves again and again, rushed out of blood again and again, in the dark night against ghosts, under the city gate in the rainstorm against Lin Xie, and in the small world of the mountain that never sleeps.

But no matter what, these young people have never been afraid, they have fought bloody battles again and again, and they are the ones who are still standing in the end.

At this time, in the inn, it should be the same, they must be the ones who stand, because he has a heavy burden on his shoulders, and he has a reason why he must stand.

Ran Chuan's face was extremely indifferent, the wisps of blackness in his eyes became more and more intense, and his hand holding the sword kept trembling, and his vitality was about to erupt.

At this moment, Ziran suddenly glanced back at him, a very casual glance, as if there was no meaning.

But he understood what he meant, and he hung his head slightly, looking at the boots on his feet that were about to show his toes, and he was silent, not knowing whether he was expressing his understanding or disapproval.

The disbelief in Zhuo Yun's eyes gradually disappeared, he looked at Ziran, and the mockery was revealed again, what about the power of the Golden Crow? The realm was so low that he could knock it down with a flip of his hand.

In fact, even Zhuo Yun didn't know why he was so uncalm when he saw these young but extremely talented juniors, maybe he knew the reason, but he didn't want to know.

Zhuo Yun is more than half a hundred years old, he has cultivated to the middle realm of Tongyun, the realm is extremely extraordinary, in his generation, the talent is very outstanding, otherwise he would not be able to sit in the position of the head of the Cloud Sword Sect, but it is a pity that his time is too short, when he was established, there was a scholar in the cultivation world, the scholar was very young, and he was only a teenager. But the scholar began to read and write at the age of one, began to read a wide range of books at the age of three, and after reading the entire private school at the age of six, he began to travel the world, began to travel thousands of miles, read thousands of books, read the fishing village by the South China Sea to the Snow City in the north, read from the wolf country in the west to the Dayang City in the east, he went to the branch of the Khan River at the foot of the sleepless mountain to make a transition, and also went to the top of the dark mountain in the valley to watch the scenery, and traveled in the world for more than ten years, he walked more than ten thousand miles, and the books he read were ten thousand volumes?

At the age of fifteen, he walked thousands of miles and read tens of thousands of books, and at that time, his realm had already reached the peak of Tongyin, his light was like the sun, reflecting all the cultivators of that era as dim, and Zhuo Yun's generation closest to him was even more cruel, under such a dazzling light, they could not breathe, and those extreme people were gradually distorted or desperate under such suppression, and Zhuo Yun of the year was just the peak of returning to the sea, only one step away from entering Tongyun, and at this juncture, His heart is no longer peaceful, and after practicing for more than ten years, he finally cultivated to the middle realm of Tongyun, but he knows very well that he has no hope of returning to bathing in this life.

And with the appearance of that scholar, the entire cultivation world seemed to be stimulated, and one after another young powerhouses sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and at this time, people found out that the scholar was just the beginning, those geniuses continued to emerge, and the cultivation world began to usher in a turbulent era.

More talents have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, but Zhuo Yun and the people of his generation are even more dim, without light, compared to these people, they are like waste, but no one is willing to be a waste, and Zhuo Yun, who was pinned on the hope of rising by the elders in the door at that time, was even more unwilling.

In fact, in addition to Zhuo Yun, even the young people of the scholar's era were dimmed under the light of the scholar, but these people did not give up, nor did they become distorted like Zhuo Yun, which can only arouse the fighting spirit in their hearts, these latecomers have made unremitting efforts, in the eyes of the people, there are already many people standing beside the scholar, and they already have the qualifications to be shoulder to shoulder with him, just like those names engraved on the black stone tablet in Dayang City, such as Ouyang, such as Guan Yang, such as Yuzhu.

The suppression he had suffered before, he can release it now, Zhuo Yun looked at Ziran, the pressure in the field gradually increased, and in the air, the meaning of fierceness gradually increased, and the fog in the inn gradually rose.

Ziran's face was pale, he knew that he couldn't wait any longer, he stuck the long knife in the marble crack on the ground, and then out of nowhere he found a dirty-looking cloth belt, he carefully tied it to his right hand and forearm, and then pulled out the long knife, and then his eyes looked at Ran Chuan, Ran Chuan was also looking at him, both eyes were very clear, and the meaning they wanted to express was very simple, they understood what each other meant.

Kill this man, by all means.

Zhuo Yun was still so sarcastic, and his expression was very disdainful.

The long knife quilt Ziran held tightly in his hand, he walked forward, the sharp sword intent in the clouds and mist was even worse, Ziran's clothes were constantly cut, and in a short moment, the clothes were ragged, hanging on his body like strips of cloth, looking even more miserable, blood slowly spilled from all parts of his body, flowing down his arms and calves to the ground.

This is not a way to kill the enemy by self-destruction, but this is a way to do no wrong, the opponent is too strong, even if the opponent moves at will, they will be difficult to parry, so they can only choose the most direct way to go head-to-head.

Ziran waved the long knife and slashed out.

Above the blade, stained with golden light.

This sword was not Zhuo Yun, because this knife could not kill Zhuo Yun, and he did not slash at that disciple, he was not qualified to accept this sword.

This is a knife cut by Zi Ran who exhausted all his vitality and did not hesitate to damage his body, this must be Zi Ran's strongest knife.

Ziran's face was flushed, and blood overflowed from his pores, dripping to the ground, emitting heat like boiling water.

The powerful slash had no target and landed in the air.

The cloud in front of the sword cracked, and those fierce sword intents were messy, and then turned into nothingness and dissipated.

This knife slashed into Zhuo Yun's domain.

A more clear and sharp sword intent appeared, and there was also a hint of dark domineering in that sword intent, showing the meaning of arrogance and power.

Zhuo Yun's complexion changed suddenly, and his eyes were full of anger and incomprehension.

Yuexiu's complexion changed slightly, with a hint of worry between her eyebrows.

Zhuo Yun's face quickly became indifferent, he raised the cloud sword and swung a sword, this is the sword technique of the cloud sword gate, and it is also a powerful move in this set of sword techniques, called Split Cloud.

He had changed his attention now, he was going to kill this man, although this sword was not his strongest sword, but it should be enough to kill this young man.

The clouds and mist suddenly cracked, and the two sword intents intersected with the invisible, and the clouds and mist dispersed violently.

Ran Chuan's sword didn't come to Zhuo Yun's side, and it was slashed back by that crack cloud, this sword is so strong, there is no confrontation between the two, just a one-sided crush, the gap between the two is too big, Ran Chuan has no chance to fight with him and is hit hard.

Ran Chuan held the sword and kept retreating, his long hair had already spread out, it looked even darker than before, the whites of his eyes in the pupils gradually turned gray, and even the blackness gradually rose, and his body continued to bleed, flowing down his calves to the ground, like a bloody man.

Zhuo Yun was behind him with one hand, his clothes were not stained with a trace of blood, not even dust, and he looked light.

But the disciple behind him found that the palm behind him was trembling slightly, and there was still a trace of blood in his hand.

Ran Chuan's sword was not completely useless, at least it also caused him a little injury, although it was very insignificant, but the embankment of thousands of miles collapsed in the anthill.

Looking at Ran Chuan, who was in an extremely bleak state, Zhuo Yun's brows were slightly furrowed, he looked a little dissatisfied, according to his calculations, his sword went down, even if he was a little careless in the same realm as him, he would have died, but although Ran Chuan was seriously injured, he did not die, which made him a little surprised.

Zhuo Yun's expression moved slightly, he didn't know what he thought of, he seemed to be a little hesitant, but the hesitation only lasted for a moment, and his expression regained indifference, so that he could strike again and kill Ran Chuan.

At this moment, the dense horseshoe body outside the inn entered the inn, and with several high-pitched horse neighings, more than a dozen people wearing standard leather armor rushed into the inn, and in the faint clouds, accompanied by a cold snort, the clouds and mist in the inn and those fierce sword intent instantly dissipated.

Zhuo Yun's realm was actually broken, and with Zhuo Yun's realm, the least people who could destroy his realm so easily were the powerhouses of the peak of Tongyou.

More than a dozen people in leather armor surrounded several of them with great tacit understanding, and it was obvious that these people were so well-trained, they must be the guards or catchers in Dayang City.

A member of the escort team with a beard walked out, he looked at Zhuo Yun, and said with a somewhat disdainful expression: "You dare to make trouble in Dayang City, it's not a small courage." ”

Zhuo Yun's face turned red, he was angry, but he didn't dare to resist, because he knew that he was not this person's opponent. This person's name is Luo Kun, one of the few powerhouses in Dayang City, of course he is a member of the imperial court's military department, but he likes freedom and does not want to be an official in the imperial court, so His Majesty the Emperor has no choice but to let him catch any of the palaces, and wander in Dayang City every day with nothing to do.

Although Luo Kun looks not young, in fact, he is only in his thirties, but his realm cultivation has already reached the peak of Tongyou, ranking seventh on the contemporary list, Zhuo Yun fought with Luo Kun when he was young, Luo Kun at that time had just returned to the sea, but Zhuo Yun had a glimpse of the threshold of Tongyou, although Luo Kun was defeated, but Zhuo Yun was not much better, and there were some grievances between the two.

However, feng shui takes turns, and now Luo Kun has reached the top of the seclusion, and characters like him will definitely not stop here, his gaze is of course a broader sky, but Zhuo Yun's gaze can only be placed in front of him.

Luo Kun didn't wear a fast uniform, just ordinary coarse cloth clothes, he looked lazy and yawned, slapped his mouth with his hand, and then raised one foot and put it on the wooden bench, leaned forward, he saw the corpse on the ground, he grabbed a trouser tube, scratched it on the calf full of leg hair, and said boredly: "Why is this still dead, you guys talk about it, what's going on." ”

Then he stooped down and picked up a fragment of a jar from the ground, in which there was still some wine, and he put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, looking a little satisfied, he poured it into his mouth, smashed it, and exclaimed, "Not bad." ”

Ziran's expression was slightly confused, looking a little confused, he looked at this bearded man, and didn't know what to say.

Yuexiu looked helpless.

Luo Kun came back to his senses, looked at Ran Chuan, who was bleeding all over his body, looking extremely miserable but expressionless on his face, he didn't know that he thought of someone, it was estimated that this person was almost like a dumb person, he shook his head boringly, and then his gaze skipped directly over Zhuo Yun, and as for the disciple behind him, he didn't even look at it.

His gaze fell on Ziran, and then he didn't turn anymore, because if he turned his gaze again, he would see the scholar, but he didn't want to see the scholar.

He looked at Zi Ran's distracted appearance and became angry, he threw the fragment of the wine jar in his hand over, and landed in front of Ziran's toes, and with a "snap", the fragment was even more broken.

Ziran suddenly came back to his senses.

"Hey, boy, tell me, what's going on?" Luo Kun asked loudly at Ziran.

Ziran thought about it, then glanced at Yuexiu, who looked helpless, and told the truth what happened just now.

Zhuo Yun's face became more and more ugly, but Luo Kun's face became more and more impatient, and he felt very tasteless.

Luo Kun walked towards the counter, he smelled a strong aroma of wine, suddenly refreshed, accelerated his pace and walked towards the counter, just approached, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and his face showed a look of hatred and regret, because he found that the wine jars that were neatly placed on the counter were all broken, and the wine was everywhere.

"Damn, who is it? Who is it?! Luo Kun asked angrily, and then he slapped his palm, directly smashed the counter full of sword marks, and then grabbed a person.

The man trembled, shook his head and said, "It's not me, it's not me." "It's the shopkeeper who hid at the counter before.

Luo Kun was even more angry, he threw away the shopkeeper, and sniffed the remaining liquor bitterly. The shopkeeper was pardoned, and quickly slipped into the back hall.

Ziran looked at Luo Kun, who had become angry and irritable, and didn't know what to say.

From beginning to end, Luo Kun never looked at Yuexiu squarely, and this seemingly farce didn't seem to stop because of Luo Kun.

At this moment, the pale and seriously injured scholar said a word.

He said: "Luo Kun, you are the head catcher of Dayang City, it's time to get down to business, don't feel sorry for the wine, it's not yours, don't want to drink such a good wine with your monthly silver." Yuexiu's voice was very calm, and there was persuasion and slight ridicule in this passage, but from Yuexiu's mouth, it was like an objective statement.

Luo Kun's body stiffened slightly, and then he slowly straightened up, and a straight gun seemed to appear in the inn, and he turned around and looked at Yuexiu.

This is the first time he has looked at Yuexiu today, he looked at Yuexiu's eyes, and Yuexiu also looked at his eyes.

Through the full face and beard, Yue Xiu clearly saw Luo Kun's calm eyes, with a slight chill in the eyes, and the depths were more fierce, but there was no trace of the previous lazy anger or irritability.

These eyes are like a deep pool of mountain streams, more like a clear stream, clean and confident, full of a different kind of beauty.