Liu Changfeng smiled, his fat face trembled, he seemed to be calm, and he didn't have a strong sense of composure, "Zhuo Yun just entered the outer gate before coming to Jinyu Valley, and he hasn't received the waist card yet, so it's not unusual to say that he is a rough disciple. ”

The face of the leading disciple carrying the giant sword who seemed to have the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix next to him was even more ugly, and he kept roaring: "Zhuo Yun, you come down, although you have good skills, but you have not been in this sect for a long time, and your foundation is still shallow, come down." ”

The disciple on the platform ignored him, and when he heard Jin Yin's voice, a cold light, with Sensen's killing intent, came out from the platform, and when no one noticed, Zhuo Yun, who was not amazing, already had a giant sword in front of him.

The sword shape of the sword is exactly the same as the sword making of the Giant Sword Gate, the Giant Sword Gate is marked by the giant sword, and the Xiluo Wupin Sect is known as the strongest, and the sword will never be put into the sheath.

This Zhuo Yun's sword has never appeared, not because it regards the rules of the sect as nothing, but because the giant sword is all a golden spirit aura that gathers and gathers qi into a soldier.

There is military energy in the qi, and it is not as simple as the transformation of the spiritual qi.

Qingyang and the giant sword no longer quarreled, and everyone was attracted by this Zhuo Yun's sword gathering technique, "Fat Liu, this disciple in your sect is so deep." ”

Liu Changfeng was a little helpless, "It's a little deep, I didn't know that this kid was so deep, he was taught by art, and he was just a wandering ranger before." ”

The ranger is a wandering and rootless person, a few because of quiet and inaction, and he doesn't like the constraints of the sect, but most of them are because the sky is unknown and the sect does not accept it, so he has been practicing everywhere.

There are even a very few, after a sudden adventure, the practice is greatly improved, and the mentality is better, and then find a sect that is willing to take in to carry out the great cause of cultivation, and those with a bad mentality will either show off in front of the sect that did not accept it before, and even have a self-reliance.

People with a bad mentality like this often don't end well, and no matter how adventures they have, their personal strength can't match the sect, and a small adventure is actually nothing.

This Zhuo Yun is obviously the latter.

"This kid may have some conspiracy, that is, he wants to borrow the Giant Sword Gate as a pedal, and it is also possible to enter the Qingluan Board, and no one will accept him when he enters another sect. Jin Yuwen muttered beside him, his voice very low.

"Boy, what are you talking about?" Liu Changfeng was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, what Jin Yuwen said may not be unreasonable, Elder Liu didn't like to listen to it very much, seeing that Feng Yuyao and the others had already held down Jin Yuwen's mouth, and he didn't want to fire the cannon again.

Fang Ping stood motionless on the platform, just glanced at the disciple and shook his head, "You go down, the Heavenly Dao is not strong, I don't want to hit you if you practice for another few decades." ”

That Zhuo Yunleng was stunned, he was indeed a loose cultivator with great adventures, after that encounter, he naturally had a set of methods to shape qi into soldiers in his body, and he knew that it was impossible to enter the Youpin Sect when he was old, and finally entered the Giant Sword Gate with a giant sword.

He has been a ranger for many years, at least a thousand battles big and small, and he has never been defeated, especially in recent years, he has won boringly, his confidence has swelled unprecedentedly, and the inferiority complex that he was once rejected by the sect has made him depressed and inconspicuous, Fang Ping has not relented in his suppressed fuse, and now it has exploded.

How can it be possible to recover the exploding artillery battle?

"Crazy, I didn't want to take your surname. That Zhuo Yun had already taken a step forward, and said this coldly, the sword power was in the air, and a hundred zhang sword suddenly filled this refining platform, and there was a forest of blood and qi in it.

Soldiers take people's lives, and the blood and gas wipe and stop, this shape-shifting blade can't be wiped, only in the case of countless killings can there be such a strong blood, and there are countless ghosts in it who keep shouting, but it is the countless souls who died under the shape-shifting blade are wandering, and this person is like a murderer.

Liu Changfeng had already gasped, it was normal for the sect to kill people, this seemingly peaceful Zhuo Yun was actually so ruthless, he didn't expect it, and then looked at the people in the Qingyang League, everyone looked at him with a cold look, as if they were a little scolded.

"It's normal for a sect to kill people, but this Zhuo Yun has never done his best, and the blood is impermeable, I didn't see it at all before. ”

Minghui clasped his hands in his arms and looked at the stage, "It's normal for soldiers to kill people, and those who kill people like hemp are all shocking skills, otherwise who will stand and let him kill? I just don't know if you, Zhuo Yun, have that ability." ”

Ten Jedi, the sword power is three thousand zhang long, and this platform is already full of sword vibrations, almost to the side of the judging elders.

That Fang Ping was unmoved in front of this sword power, and when the sword power reached his body, seven colors had already appeared from his body, and the thunder qi shook the void sword power away, turning into invisible.

Zhuo Yunren was already in the air, and a monstrous golden spirit transformation giant blade slashed down from above with Gangfeng, but it could break through the heavens and the earth, and now it was facing Fang Ping's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Fifty zhang high in the air hit down, sparks flew in all directions, this fierceness and swiftness are not all in the world, the highest and softest often out of one, Fang Ping has stretched out his left hand.

The wind stopped abruptly, and everyone saw that the giant blade fell into Fang Ping's palm, and his five fingers pinched the giant sword firmly, as faint as a breeze, and then he took a step forward.

That Zhuo Yun's face was already as earthy, and his legs seemed to be a little uncertain, and then the sound of glass shattering came, and the giant blade turned into slag, and then there was another wind, and the aura of the giant blade golden spirit drifted around, not returning to Zhuo Yun's body, but in the sky.

The man's exercises had been dispersed, Fang Ping walked in front of him, facing the man with his knees on the ground, his face was cold: "I have also practiced outside, I know the rules of the ranger, defeat is death, do you have something to say?"

The man forcibly raised his head, his face revealing a tragic meaning, "Can you let me go, all my exercises have been abolished by you, and I will return to my hometown to be an old farmer in the future, and I will no longer have wishful thinking." ”

Fang Ping shook his head.

There was a commotion in the Giant Sword Gate, but it was the leading disciple who carried the giant sword quite majesticly and had already stepped onto the stage, "Zhuo Yun, since you are a ranger, don't you even understand this rule?

That Zhuo Yun's face turned evil, "Sun Zhou, I'm not from your family, what qualifications do you have to care about me?"

When this sentence was spoken, the stage was full of scolding, this person was really wolf-hearted, in order to survive, this kind of thing was said.

Sun Zhou's sword behind his back was separated from his body, and when the sword fell, it was when his head was cut off.

The sword lay across the air, although there were tens of millions of jun, but it could no longer fall, a thunder force shackled the giant sword in the air, Fang Ping still put his hand behind his back, and there was no sign of the aura fluctuation on his body.

That thunder power obviously emanated from him, and he could gather thunder power without moving, and this person's realm was even more unexpected.

Sun Zhou's lips moved slightly, with just one hand, he already understood that ten Sun Zhou might not be Fang Ping's opponents, and he couldn't speak.