"Humph!"

Guan Yu didn't expect that he would be able to withstand his sword without any damage, you must know that the power contained in his sword is definitely not something that ordinary cultivators can withstand.

But so what, one knife doesn't work, then two knives!

If Guan Yu's strength is divided according to the strength level of Journey to the West, Guan Yu's strength is close to the level of a heavenly immortal ghost and god, of course, this is only close.

Nalan Yanran's strength is too weak, and her mental power is strong, but she just happened to be restrained by Guan Yu, which is really a headache.

However, isn't it more challenging?

"Second cut!"

Guan Yu's body flew out upside down, and the long knife in his hand was raised high, there were no fancy tricks in this battle of the strong, only deadly moves.

A simple and straightforward knife straight down.

The power of this second knife is obviously stronger than the first knife, and if you want to say that the power of the first knife is equivalent to the power of an ordinary 54 pistol, then the power of the second knife is the power of Barrett, which may be more vivid, but in fact, it is so.

Nalan Yanran already knows the power of this knife, naturally it will not mess around, it is impossible to connect hard, it is impossible in this life, the knife just now, now the hand is still trembling, and if you still take this knife, I am afraid that it will be nailed directly into the soil, and the power of the knife just now is not comfortable.

"It's good to come!"

Nalan Yanran didn't directly connect it, but she just went up head-on, and it was a woman who had to be strong, Nalan Yanran didn't believe that she was just but the old monster in front of her who didn't know how many years she had lived.

Boom!

Airplanes!

The swords and halberds collided, and there was a shock in this space, which was really frightening, the space was shocked, and the Caolu monks couldn't help but close their eyes and block their perceptions, which was really terrifying, and the thin turtle had already bled through seven orifices, of course, this could not die, and the Caolu monks were also very clear, so they didn't care about him.

That Wen Bai and the city god trembled, Wen Bai, who was already thin, the soul became even thinner, if it wasn't for the Martial Saint's men who arrived and saved Wen Bai, I am afraid that Wen Bai's soul would be scattered, such a power is beyond the scope of people.

Everyone couldn't understand why there was such a powerful person in this mortal world, who could actually compete with the martial saint, the strength of the martial saint in the underworld may not be the most powerful, but it was definitely the top five, otherwise he would not be called a martial saint, you must know that the title of martial saint is not in vain.

Burst!

Nalan Yanran couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn body!"

Nalan Yanran couldn't help but scolded secretly, this is really too bad, if it weren't for his poor physical fitness, how could he lose so much spiritual power, and the lost spiritual power can't be recovered overnight.

Nalan Yanran said that she had lost a lot this time, but now no matter what, she must kill the person in front of her first, otherwise, it will be cold and there will be no play.

"Hmph, there's a third knife, are you ready?"

The long knife in Guan Yu's hand still hadn't been put down, his hands were holding the long knife tightly, accumulating strength, and said coldly.

"Come on, I want to see how strong your strongest sword is!"

Nalan Yanran is also cold-eyed, although she doesn't know Guan Yu very well, but she also knows the story of Guan Yu's three knives, the first three knives are the strongest, of course, this is just what the book says, is it specific, Nalan Yanran will not be naïve to think that it is true. Pen in Chinese

"As you wish!

I, Guan, have always had clear grievances, if you can block this knife, then the grievances between us will be over! ”

Guan Yu shouted violently, walked quickly with his feet, and went straight to Nalan Yanran in the void.

Guan Yu suddenly reached the sky above Nalan Yanran, and the long knife was also raised, rendering a full black aura, but this aura is much stronger than the knife just now, if the power of the second knife just now is equivalent to Barrett, then the third knife is equivalent to a rocket.

But Nalan Yanran was not afraid at all, but the fighting spirit was rising more and more, Nalan Yanran felt that the power in her body was constantly squeezing and condensing, this is the effect of being hit, this is a good training.

It's not normal to fight without bleeding.

"This is the interesting world!"

Nalan Yanran smiled coldly, the Rakshasa halberd in his hand tightened, and then the power of the life lord godhead in his heart also burst out.

"Hurry back!"

Seeing that the two of them were like demonic voices, like the momentum of the world destroyer, he hurriedly pulled his apprentice, pasted the talisman, and ran up, if he didn't walk a few miles away, I was afraid it would be cold.

The grass house monk didn't expect to see such a fierce scene today, and sure enough, as Nalan Yanran said, his strength limited his imagination.

He has followed his master since he was a child, and he has traveled north and south, but he didn't find out how powerful a cultivator is, but now it seems that it is not nothing, but he can't see it, and the strength of the Caolu monk is not bad, but it is only worse than Liu Ming's strength.

Today's scene has aroused the pursuit of the Tao more deeply by the monks of Caolu, and they understand more that it is not easy to understand the Tao.

……

"What's going on?"

In the distant Dragon and Tiger Mountain, in the deep palace, the old man who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the direction where Nalan Yanran was with a suspicious face.

Burst!

The old man spurted out a mouthful of blood and splashed it on the body of the old man on the side, and the old man here woke up one after another, and immediately asked, "Senior brother in charge, what's going on?" ”

"It's a big deal, Liu Ming is dead, and when I wanted to continue to calculate, I found that this heavenly machine couldn't be calculated at all, and it was counterattacked." The old man who spit out a mouthful of old blood was a little sluggish, and said helplessly.

The reason why he calculated his own disciple first was because he also knew that Liu Ming was probably looking for a mount in that direction, and noticed that there was a big change in that defense line, so he naturally wanted to ensure that his disciple was still alive as soon as possible, but when he calculated and found that Liu Ming was dead, and wanted to continue to calculate who killed Liu Ming, his chest instantly felt as if it had been hammered by a giant hammer.

"What's going on, Wimber."

An old man's face suddenly turned pale and pale, and he hurriedly asked.

"Wen Bai is also dead, but Wen Bai's soul is still there, and Liu Ming has already lost his soul, and there is no such person in this world."

The old man who vomited blood said softly, without sadness or joy, but everyone present knew that the senior brother in charge was very angry, very angry, and had to be angry, a chief disciple was cold like this, how is this...

"Senior brother in charge, what should I do now!"

The old man's face turned pale at this time, his face was even more ugly, Liu Ming was his personal disciple, he was originally elevated by virtue of his apprentice's status, but now, the disciples are cold.