Zhang Fatzi watched Tianyuan stand up from the ground and pull out his sword, he thought that this kid really accepted his fate in the face of absolute strength, and the kind of gaze overlooking the ants made Tianyuan feel amused.

Tianyuan threw the sword to Zhang Fatzi and said with a sneer: "Since no one knows that you came here to kill me, then I'm really curious, who of you gave you the courage to let you act alone?"

"Liang Jingru, who?" Zhang Fatzi listened in the clouds, and he didn't know what Tianyuan was talking about.

"I mean, what are you going to do to kill me?" said Celestial Rim playfully.

Zhang Fatzi clutched his stomach as if he had heard a big joke and laughed: "Hahahaha! What will I do to kill you? You ask me what I will use to kill you? Tell you! I'll take this!" After laughing, Zhang Fatty's eyes were full of water, and Yiyuantian's strength was exposed!

Zhang Fatzi's momentum burst out unreservedly, blowing away a lot of peach blossom petals, and blowing Tianyuan's clothes with vigor, but he was unmoved, and looked at Zhang Fatzi in front of him without changing his face, his eyes were like a butcher looking at a slaughtered lamb.

"How is the kid! I'm scared stupid! This is the strength of a cultivator! What kind of eyes are you? It's really unpleasant to look at! Look at Lao Tzu who doesn't poke you blind! Still glaring! The kid is looking for death! Take your life!" Tianyuan's eyes made Zhang Fatzi very unhappy, and without saying much, he rushed to Tianyuan who was standing stupidly in place with his sword.

"Reckless!" Tianyuan looked at the rushing Zhang Fatzi, looked at Zhang Fatzi with a foolish eye, and then pulled out his sword and waited for Zhang Fatman's arrival.

Soon, the two of them staggered in a flash, Tianyuan looked at the sword in his hand with great satisfaction, and then he turned around to look at the fat man Zhang with a stunned face.

Zhang Fatzi looked at his flesh and blood blurred chest with a face of disbelief at the moment, and at the moment of the fight, his sword against Tianyuan was easily resisted by him, and then he cut hundreds of wounds on his chest, directly cutting a piece of rotten flesh on his chest.

"It's still not good, this shadow hand still hasn't been able to break through, the opponent is still too weak, it seems that only when you meet an opponent who is evenly matched or stronger can you make progress. Tianyuan said with some disappointment.

"You...... How could you ......" Zhang Fat looked at his bloody chest blankly, and looked at the lowly handyman in front of him in disbelief who he regarded as an ant.

"I—what's wrong with me? Isn't that exactly what you want?" said Tianyuan with a smile.

"You're so powerful, why? Why!" Fat Zhang yelled in disbelief.

"There's no why, I'm not good, it's just that you're too weak. Tianyuan said lightly.

"No! It can't be! It wasn't true just now! It must be a coincidence, you're just a stinky mess! Why! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" Zhang Fat shouted almost frantically, picked up the sword on the ground and rushed towards the edge of the sky.

"Phantom Sword Dance!ahhh

"Quit impatience, they are all cultivators, what are you doing all day long, Phantom Sword Dance? Okay, I'll ask for advice on the Phantom Sword Dance of the disciples of Jiulong Peak, come on! Phantom Sword Dance!" After that, Tianyuan will dance the sword in his hand and meet the enemy.

"Kid suffer death! My Phantom Sword Dance has reached the level of eighty swords, just now I was careless and underestimated the enemy, this time I will do my best, even if you have some martial arts, you still have to be a ghost under my sword after all! Kill!" Zhang Fatzi was a little stunned at this time, but from his almost crazy expression, it could be seen that he was quite confident in his Phantom Sword Dance.

"Are you quite confident in your Phantom Sword Dance, come and see if your Phantom Sword Dance is powerful or my Phantom Sword Dance is great!"

Suddenly, the shadow of the sword filled the entire space.

"Boom!" the two parted after a loud bang, and the peach trees around them were all cut down and scattered to the ground.

The two stood dumbfounded back to back, and there were no words for a while.

"How many swords have I suffered?" asked Fat Zhang slowly with his back to Tianyuan.

"One hundred and eight swords. ”

"I've missed three times!"

"No, you missed six times. ”

"Oh...... That's what it looks like...... Did I hit you?"

"Yes. ”

"Ahem...... How many swords?"

"Three swords. ”

"Hehe, Sanjian, I regret it! I shouldn't look down on you...... Ahem......"

"After all, it's still too late, you are the first person I have truly used the true strength of the Phantom Sword Dance, go with peace of mind!" Tianyuan slowly closed his eyes.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Bang!" After a loud bang, sword marks gradually appeared on Zhang Fatzi's body, and then they burst suddenly, and the flesh and blood exploded to dye the peach trees extremely enchanting.

Tianyuan touched the three sword marks on the corners of his clothes, his face turned pale, his hands began to tremble, the sword was unstable, and he fell to the ground with a "dang long" sound.

Tianyuan couldn't help laughing at himself: "Heh! The first time I killed someone, I scared myself like this, what should I do in the face of the enemy in the future?

Tianyuan picked up the sword on the ground and shook his head, thinking of the deep hatred of the blood in his family, he couldn't help but hold the sword in his hand tighter.

Tianyuan glanced back at the place where Zhang Fat Man was fighting just now, and looked at the battle arena full of flesh and blood, and the fear that had just been suppressed came back to his heart.

"! vomit ......" Tianyuan is still a child after all, looking at this purgatory-like scene, I can't help but feel my stomach turn upside down, and finally I can't help it, and I vomited out yesterday's dinner......

Tianyuan slowed down for a long time, then he felt a little energetic, carefully dealt with the battle wreckage on the ground, and vomited again in the middle, as the sun set, a teenager left the peach blossom forest with trembling and trembling steps, and walked towards the dormitory......

After Tianyuan left the Peach Blossom Forest, several black-clothed people appeared here out of thin air and looked around.

"This kid Phantom Sword Dance is cultivating very quickly, I didn't expect him to be able to practice this technique to the level of an ordinary instructor in a short period of time, which is very good. One of the men in black nodded with satisfaction.

"Hmph, this son is so murderous when he is young, if he is left alone, he will definitely become the devil of the evil party one day!"

"Oh, do you mean that?" asked another man in black.

"While this son is still young, kill him as soon as possible!" said the man in black, known as Lao Wu, with murderous intent.

"I don't think it's appropriate, after all, ......"

"Okay, you two don't quarrel, let's wait and see how this son is, if the bad people are killing, it's not too late! It's getting closer and closer to that day, I don't know if the prophecy left by the Dragon Ancestor is this child, we should be careful step by step." One of the men in black who was clearly the leader said.

After listening to this man's words, the rest of the people did not speak, and they acquiesced to the man's opinion, and then they disappeared again as if they had never been there......