The sudden laughter surprised everyone, and they were secretly shocked by the strong realm displayed by the other party. Wu Qinian's face was even more pale, and he trembled when he thought of the man in black he had met before.

Zhao Zilong frowned slightly, looked up at the front, and his eyes were full of slaughter.

"The so-called praying mantis fluttering cicada yellow finch is behind, it seems that I, Zhao Zilong, still have a bit of weight, and Blackflow City has sent so many strong people to intercept and kill me." Zhao Zilong was not afraid and said coldly.

With Zhao Zilong's words coming out, the momentum on his body rose wildly again. Before, he showed the peak realm of the invincible realm, but at this moment, because of the huge oppression brought by that voice to his heart, his true realm was finally fully revealed without reservation.

"Tong ...... Psychic Realm! ”

Wu Qinian was the closest to Zhao Zilong, and he was the first to feel the violent momentum displayed by Zhao Zilong, and he was immediately shocked and speechless.

It turned out that this kid had been suppressing the realm, even in the face of a peak powerhouse in the late stage of the invincible realm like himself, this kid still only showed the same realm against the enemy.

This kid is too arrogant, does he think that he can defeat himself in the same realm?

Wu Qinian's heart was shocked to the extreme, and he suddenly felt a burst of crying without tears, and he was extremely sad. Grandma, if I had known that this kid was a perverted powerhouse in the psychic realm, Lao Tzu would not have suffered even if he was punished by the organization, no wonder this kid was so arrogant before, and dared to take the initiative to attack himself.

Wu Qinian was not the only one who was speechless and shocked by the momentum of Zhao Zilong's sudden outburst of psychic realm. Murong Longcheng, Tu Shen, Tang Cheng and others behind him also looked surprised, looking at Zhao Zilong's back with burning admiration in their eyes.

The brothers Bai Shaoqing and Bai Zhanhao turned pale and trembled all over, with a look of despair in their eyes. If in the past they still dreamed of surpassing Zhao Zilong one day and trampling Zhao Zilong under their feet, then now they are only left with despair, and it is only now that they understand that they are not opponents of the same level as Zhao Zilong at all.

Only Murong was the one with the most calm expression. Because as early as when Baiyun Peak was around, she knew that Zhao Zilong had become very strong, because the master had personally told her that Zhao Zilong had become the most outstanding powerhouse in the younger generation.

When Emperor Bai Zhao said these words to Murong, Murong was shocked in his heart, but he was still not convinced, although the master's words were very authoritative, she really refused to admit defeat and did not want to believe that she was inferior to Zhao Zilong.

However, at this moment, when Zhao Zilong's psychic realm supernatural powers were revealed, she finally understood that what the master said was not wrong, at least at this stage, Zhao Zilong had surpassed her a lot, and with his glorious record of defeating Nangong Yuheng, I was afraid that if he met Nangong Yuheng again, he would win more and lose less.

A psychic realm powerhouse under the age of thirty, such a talent and realm are among the few in the history of the entire cultivation world, even in this era when demonic-level powerhouses such as Emperor Bai Zhao, Helian Batian, and Evil King Jun Wuxian coexist, Zhao Zilong already belongs to the most dazzling star in the world.

"Psychic Realm!"

In the forest, the voice came, with a little surprise, even shock.

"It is worthy of being the character that Emperor Bai Zhao looks at, it is indeed remarkable, amazing. It's just that a real genius needs to go to the end and reach the level and height of Emperor Bai Zhao before he can be called a genius. It's a pity that although you are a strong person in the psychic realm, you are in the early stage of the psychic realm, and you are not my opponent. ”

Zhao Zilong's heart sank slightly, and in the next moment, the blood in his body began to circulate faster, and the momentum became more and more domineering, and a monstrous battle intent was crazy and growing, constantly expanding, and the kind of violent momentum that looked down on the world was even more natural.

"Really? It seems that Your Excellency is also a great character, in this case, Zhao Zilong is willing to fight with you alone, and take your head with the knife in his hand! Zhao Zilong had a knife in his hand, and the kind of domineering momentum that everyone in the world could stop suddenly made everyone in the audience feel inexplicably surrendered.

The strong man who was hiding in the forest was also secretly frightened, it could be said that Zhao Zilong's cultivation realm was only in the early stage of the Psychic Realm, but at this moment, the momentum he burst out was far superior to that of the cultivators in the early stage of the Psychic Realm.

Momentum is a very subtle thing, it is equivalent to a kind of mood and spirit, and people who are strong enough in spirit and mood can often create many miracles and improve their combat effectiveness out of thin air in battle.

Zhao Zilong's momentum is very strong, the kind of unparalleled spirit in the world is strong when it is strong, and he never admits defeat, and this momentum alone is enough to make many opponents lose the courage to fight with him.

The strong man in the forest fell silent, and after a few moments, a figure walked out of the forest. I saw that this person was wearing a gray robe, with a wide long sword behind his back, this person looked at it from a distance to give people a cold feeling, he was not tall enough, but he was slender and straight, and his whole body exuded a sharp and exposed momentum, the whole person was like a long sword, the moment he appeared in front of people's eyes, he pierced into your heart like a sword, making people feel inexplicable surrender and fear.

What a strong kendo momentum!

Murong and Zhao Zilong are the ones with the highest cultivation realm in the field, and they are the people who are most familiar with the way of swords, and at the same time when they saw the person in front of them, they both had a heartfelt respect.

This is definitely a real swordsman, a person who has cultivated his sword power so pure, it is definitely not simple.

No one knew this middle-aged man, only Wu Qinian looked at the other party with a look of horror and fear, thinking that he had almost betrayed the organization and betrayed the information he knew before, he only felt a terrifying chill coming out of his back.

"Blackflow City is indeed a place to hide filth and dirt, and people like you who can't keep secrets shouldn't be a person in Blackflow City's bloody hall at all." The middle-aged swordsman with the sword on his back stared at Wu Qinian indifferently, his cold eyes like a cold sword qi.

Suddenly, Zhao Zilong had a hint of foreboding in his heart, and the terrifying sense of crisis made him feel shocked, and he instinctively floated backwards, and the green knife was in front of him.

"Poof!"

A slight tearing sound spread, and Wu Qinian opened a hole in the center of his eyebrows, and bright red blood was pulled down from his head like a red rope.

"Poof!"

Blood burst out, blood rained, and Wu Qinian's body was divided into two with a soft sound.

Everyone's hearts sank, and a terrifying aura of death instantly enveloped everyone's body.

What a weird kendo breath, such a strong sword intent, one eye is a sword, one eye can kill!

Although Wu Qinian didn't have any chance to resist under Zhao Zilong's hostage just now, although he broke a palm and was seriously injured, he was a strong man in the late stage of the Invincible Realm after all, but under the other party's eyes, he had no power to resist.

Zhao Zilong took a deep breath, it was terrifying, the other party didn't show any killing intent at all just now, but he ended Wu Qinian's life at a glance, this kind of sword cultivation and realm are really unfathomable.

Zhao Zilong's sea of consciousness has the idea and artistic conception of the sword left by Emperor Bai Zhao, although he is not a person who learns swords, but he understands more about sword than most people in this world, so he understands that the sword cultivation of the person who carries the sword has reached a very terrifying height, according to Emperor Bai Zhao's understanding of the way of the sword, this person has cultivated the heart sword. The sword qi can be released at will, which is unguardable.

"Your Excellency's handsome swordsmanship is really amazing." Zhao Zilong praised from the bottom of his heart.

The person who carried the sword before said to Zhao Zilong a few times that he was great, and now Zhao Zilong said sorry to him, and he was praising the other party. But Zhao Zilong praised the other party from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't know if the man with the sword on his back really praised him.

"You're strong, one of the strongest I've ever seen." Zhao Zilong stared at the other party, the momentum on his body became stronger and stronger, and the more the opponent showed a strong realm power, the more he could stimulate a strong battle intent.

"Oh, not the strongest one?" The man with the sword on his back asked with a smile.

"Unless you're stronger than Bai Zhan and the sea of clouds." Zhao Zilong said coldly.

When the man with the sword on his back heard the names of Bai Zhan and Yunhai Changtian, his playful smile suddenly stiffened on his face, which seemed very unnatural.

"Have you fought against Bai Zhan and Yunhai Changtian? Bai Zhan is a person from White Emperor City, so don't mention it, but the sea of clouds is long ......" The man with the sword on his back took a deep breath, and his eyes became extremely solemn when he looked at Zhao Zilong.

In fact, although the man with the sword praised Zhao Zilong for being amazing, he also commented on the juniors and young people from the perspective of a strong senior. Deep down, this person didn't regard Zhao Zilong as a real opponent at all.

However, now, when he learned that Zhao Zilong had fought with Yunhai Changtian, his expression finally became solemn.

In fact, Zhao Zilong led the bikers and the brothers of the Northeast Fang to evacuate from the territory of Shenzhou in order to escape the pursuit of the Youdu, and the battle with Yunhai Changtian had already alarmed the cultivation world, but because the people who knew this news were only the masters of the Youdu, there were actually not many people who knew about it, and countless cultivators in the cultivation world were all dedicated to retreating and cultivating, pursuing the strength of power, so the sensational things that happened during a certain period of time were not clear to those masters of retreat at all.

The person carrying the sword had never heard of this matter, but he had heard of the name of Yunhai Changtian, so when he heard Zhao Zilong talk about fighting with Yunhai Changtian, he would be so surprised and moved.

"When?" The man with the sword on his back looked at Zhao Zilong with a solemn expression and asked.

"Two years ago." Zhao Zilong has a deep memory of that battle, and he is even more proud of being able to escape from under the noses of a strong man like Yunhai Changtian.

The man with the sword on his back stared at Zhao Zilong with a solemn expression, and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "I almost scared you kid, not to mention two years ago, even with your current cultivation realm, if you want to compete with Emperor Song Yan Jun Yunhai Changtian, it is all self-defeating." ”

Zhao Zilong smiled indifferently, and the corners of his mouth outlined a hint of evil smile, it's okay if you don't believe it!

"Shoot, since you are bent on killing me, you will not give up your determination to kill me because I have fought someone, in that case, do it." Zhao Zilong stabbed in front of him and said loudly.

"Okay, let me see if you really have the strength to fight against the sea of clouds." The man with the sword on his back had a flash of light in his eyes, and his backhand was wiped behind him, and in the choking sound, a wide long sword that was twice as wide and one and a half times as long as an ordinary long sword fell into his hand.

With a sword in his hand, the momentum on this person's body changed instantly, giving people an inexplicable sense of fear of being broken by this person.