Tang Chuan was curious, could it be that there was only hostility in this world? The same skin color, different concepts, hope to collide together, and the rest should not be only hatred. , latest chapter access:. 。

He doesn't like the evergreen 'door', and the reason why he came this time is also for revenge.

The process and the outcome are very different.

"Hit me in the face and want to stop?" The young man sneered.

The long knife was traceless, and the simple impact was no longer the same as before, cold, miserable, and quiet.

Almost invisible 'waves' rippled in the air, the gold-colored decorations were lifted, and the turbulent air currents hit the walls and dissipated.

With a long halberd, Tang Chuan's face was expressionless, and the lines were cold.

"A Xuankong Realm cultivator is rare!" Tang Chuan took a deep breath, did not hesitate in his hand, the halberd flipped and pressed the long knife of the Qingyuan Dao Chief.

The knife is not nameless, nor has it been thrown in secret. He just fell silent with the Iris Qingdao Dao Chang, and most of the time his opponent was just air.

"Get out!" He said.

Tang Chuan naturally had no problem, took two steps back, and walked out of the main hall.

The Elder Kite Qingdao followed, and behind him were also Batu and Tang Steward.

The school is very large, and there are no monks who used to practice. Wide and spacious, only Tang Chuan and Qingyuan Dao Chang looked at each other.

With a flick of his hand, the sharp long knife pulled up a cloud of dust, and the earth churned.

His eyes froze, and unlike the "light hands and feet" that he tacitly understood in the main hall, he let go of his hand, and the flames and dust rushed towards Tang Chuan together.

"Not bad!" Tang Chuan was just two words, the halberd was swept away, and the menacing flames stopped alive and stopped, and there was no way to advance or retreat.

The blazing heat gradually dissipated, and the 'color' of the long face of the Iris Qingdao changed, which was different from the hidden and tucked just now, the "Flame Strike" was actually useless to Tang Chuan.

After all, his gaze fell on the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in Tang Chuan's hand.

All things have spirits, and so do cold weapons, they may be born as mortal soldiers, but they will grow step by step and have their own consciousness.

It is not difficult for consciousness to be born, but it is rare to grow. The quality of weapons is mostly doomed from the second of birth, and it is too difficult to grow.

"Divine Ghost Fang Tian Painting Halberd?" Iris Qingdao's body trembled, and he said uncertainly.

"He's in your hands!" He took a deep breath, his eyes still unbelievable, the origin of this Fang Tian Painting Halberd was too extraordinary, from a mortal soldier to a divine weapon.

You must know that Xue Rengui is not the poor boy in the opera, his family is prominent, but he is helpless that it has declined.

The declining nobles don't have much left except blood, only this halberd.

He had heard that Xue Rengui had later built a Fang Tian painting halberd, .la [Marshmallow]

Because this Fang Tian painting halberd was said to be Wen Hou's weapon before Xue Rengui, otherwise how could it be the word ghost and god?

A slight smile is fascinating, especially when he is focused. The passage of thousands of years was not noticeable to him, as if stagnant.

How far can his thoughts fly in an instant, Daoist Kite doesn't know, he just threw out the splitting slash, the earth shattered in an instant, and the crack carried the energy of the sword qi bursting out.

The halberd fell to the ground, Tang Chuan has always only solved the problem in the simplest way, he hates trouble.

After becoming an aura, this Fang Tian painting halberd weighed tens of thousands of catties, but now it fell lightly to the ground.

The momentum of the crack stopped abruptly, but it was not abrupt.

"Where did this halberd come from?" Batu asked himself a question, his eyes moving with the halberd.

The question was Batu's, but the answer was that the staring Tang steward said: "This halberd is called the Divine Ghost Fang Tian Painting Halberd." ”

Batu let out an "oh", but his heart was not as calm and expressionless as his cheeks eroded by the wind and frost.

Fang Tian's halberd is very famous in the cultivation realm, and most of the overbearing people use this kind of blade, and the difficulty is relatively the length of the domineering.

"Boom!"

The figure flew by, and a corner of the school martial arts arena was blown to pieces by Tang Chuan, and the martial arts arena made of thousands of years of cold iron and wood was actually shattered!

Many people who still have a trace of loyalty to the Evergreen 'Gate' can't help but be frightened, and want to leave the Evergreen 'Gate' like everyone else.

The jet-black 'colored' hair fluttered in the wind, this was the hair that Tang Chuan had grown since he entered the Purple Gold Domain. In addition to being abrupt in the quaint cultivation world, short hair is still abrupt.

The green lotus under the feet is stacked, a series, growing and dying with the footsteps.

"Li Taibai's Qinglian Sword Song?" Iris Qingdao frowned, thought of a person, and said those three words in his mouth.

Tang Chuan nodded, unlike just now, there was still room for it, and every halberd was like Mount Tai pressing the top, just to suppress the kite Qingdao chief.

It is useless to reason with a proud monk, who only believes in themselves and never feels that there is anything wrong with them.

Of course, Tang Chuan is also such a person. His advantage is that he is more able to listen to what others are saying and is rarely arbitrary.

Only by subduing the kite Qingdao chief can he have the possibility of speaking well.

With one move or two moves, Tang Chuan suppressed the realm and brought the skills and moves of the early stage of the Xuankong Realm to the extreme.

Different from Tang Chuan's comfort, Kite Qingdao's long face was 'pale', he didn't expect Tang Chuan's strength to be so strong, and the fight just now was more like a joke...... He's kidding me.

His long life has taught him one thing, that is, joy and anger are not visible in 'color'.

He had done it now, with a cold face, and as before, he tried his best to resist Tang Chuan's menacing attack.

The long knife glowed with white light, and the long body of the kite Qingdao moved, 'touching' the blade with one hand, and smiling faintly.

The smile stopped abruptly, Tang Chuan's halberd had already reached his 'chest', and the cold feeling was indeed in front of his 'chest', and he resisted it.

"Kill me......"

The elder of the kite Qingdao closed his eyes, and let the unknown long knife in his hand fall, deeply 'inserted' into the thousand-year-old cold ironwood, leaving only one hilt still outside.

Swallowing his saliva, Batu realized that the sharpness of this knife was far beyond his imagination, and even among the spiritual weapons, it was the top category.

"This should be something that Changqing Zhenren left him, and he doesn't deserve this knife yet." Steward Tang said in the face of the Qingyuan Dao Chief.

The latter's face turned red, and he looked at Steward Tang with hatred, eager to cut it with a thousand knives now.

Seeing this, Steward Tang smiled and didn't care.

"Blushing, are you not convinced?" Tang Chuan asked knowingly, he did have a sense of humiliation when he used this knife.

He also said: "Steward Tang is right, if you can't break through the Xuan 'Yin' realm, this knife can only be 'clouded' with dust. What about daily knife practice? ”

The Iris Dao Chang opened his eyes and said unconvinced: "Do you understand the Demon Moon, or do I understand?" ”

"Demon Moon! It's actually the Demon Moon! Batu didn't wait for Tang Chuan to speak, he shouted, and he could be said to be different from the past.

Thinking about it carefully, Steward Tang's heart was also moved, he had heard of the legend of the demon moon.

As for Tang Chuan, his eyes had long fallen on the hilt of the knife that was 'exposed' outside by the demon moon, the meticulous carving, and the lifelike beings looked at the moon and Huaiyuan.

"It's really Demon Moon!" Steward Tang lost the curiosity just now, Demon Moon has a great reputation, but it is a knife, he won't.

Batu has heard various legends of the demon moon since he was a child, and this evergreen real person's saber represents the strongest person of that era to a certain extent, the evergreen real person of the Great Domain.

Now seeing the demon moon, putting aside all external factors, this knife is as perfect as ever.

One after another, Demon Yue's reputation was much greater than that of Tang Chuan, which attracted the monks who were watching the battle to have to comment, even if he didn't know the origin of this knife.

The effect of one person's admiration is completely different from that of a group of people. The former may also have counter-tones, while the latter only agrees, and people always conform to the herd.

"They are all praising this knife and praising the demon moon, but it has nothing to do with you." Retracting the halberd, Tang Chuan's joking voice made the eyes of the elder Qing Dao cold, and with a wave of his hand, the demon moon flew back to his hand.

The blue-and-white 'colored' sword is as cold as moonlight, ethereal, but it really exists.

Different from the hard bump just now, the kite at this moment is long, with long hair fluttering, retreating in the wind.

It is true that Iris Qing knew that he was not Tang Chuan's opponent, but he had to draw his long knife and fight to the death.

It's for dignity.

It's hard to talk about dignity, sometimes if you say a word, it's a slap in the face, and more often your face is your own loss.

But what?

Iris's heart was like a rock, and the surprise of looking at Tang Chuan was gone.

In a corner of the school field, the new emerald green 'color' leaf was bitten by the 'hairy' and 'hairy' insects, and a drop of water fell from a high place, shattering its bones.

Everything has slowed down.

When was the last time? Iris asked herself, her closed eyes suddenly opened, and the 'essence' light burst out.

"Interesting...... the corners of Tang Chuan's mouth curled slightly, he saw confidence in the iris, which was diametrically opposed to the confidence just now.

To be precise, he was proud of himself, not self-confidence.

Gripping the halberd, Tang Chuan moved.

He was as quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit, and disappeared in front of the kite.

The sound of the wind, not the usual breeze. After the magic circle was shattered, the evergreen 'gate' was also swept by the whirring wind, just like the purple gold domain.

The long knife went up, and despite the numbness in his right hand, Iris still breathed a sigh of relief, there was nothing more terrifying than the unknown.

Tang Chuan stood in mid-air, looking at the iris lightly, and the halberd pointed directly.

"The reaction is not bad, a few points stronger than just now." Tang Chuan gave a rare compliment, even if his performance was no different from just now, his mentality was much stronger.

There is no gap between the first and second grades in the college entrance examination, but one is at Yenching University and the other is at Soochow University.

There is no significant gap between students and schools. But what they are poor about is mentality and heritage.

Now Ibida has a good mentality, confident rather than proud.

Let Tang Chuan be in a dilemma.

He didn't know if he would destroy the evergreen 'gate' according to what he wanted, and he didn't know if he should let Kite Qing go.

What he is doing now has made a mortal enmity with the evergreen 'gate', a mortal enmity on the surface.

After all, there is nothing that cannot be resolved with benefits.

Tang Chuan knows this, and Qingyuan also knows this.

After his several unsuccessful attacks were defused by Iris, Tang Chuan lost interest in continuing to fight, took back the halberd, and said seriously: "Accompany me to fight in foreign lands!" ”

Iris Qing didn't take back the long knife, looked at the demon moon motionlessly, and only reacted after a while, smiled shyly, and asked, "Exotic?" That Exotic? ”

"Qiu clan!"

The words made up of two words he had heard before made Kite Qing retract the knife, and he had an answer without thinking.

"Yes!"

Those who know the Purple Gold Domain know that he has many enemies, including the Qiu clan, which is rarely known.

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