Just when Luo Jiayuan and the others thought that they would definitely die, the man with the purple sand teapot came to the front of everyone at some point.

The original decadent aura was swept away, and a thick and sharp sword rose into the sky, like a revived dragon.

The teapot in his hand vanished, replaced by a rusty antique broadsword.

The big knife was in his hand, and he held it with his backhand, and he lifted it violently.

It was as if they saw layer after layer of waves sweeping in their eyes, overlapping and overlapping, and never ending. A wave is higher than a wave, and a heavy is better than a heavy.

Thousands of swords and the palm of the vitality slammed together, and in an instant, the qi wave was shining, and Luo Jiayuan and the others were slapped by this qi wave and retreated again and again, their faces were not only frightened, but also showed an unbelievable look.

The one standing in front of them was actually Luo Jiaren, who was usually depressed and always held a teapot in his hand.

"A thousand waves!"

Lin Cheng, who was standing at the end of the crowd, narrowed his eyes slightly, and naturally saw the clue of Luo Jiaren's style, which was the tenth style of the Xuanwu sword technique, a thousand stacks of waves.

Although the Xuanwu Stone Tablet in the Lin Cheng Realm was a glimpse of the secrets of the last four styles, he himself had not really cultivated, and he didn't even take it to heart, but now watching Luo Jiaren cast this thousand stacks of waves, he suddenly found that this Xuanwu sword technique did have merit.

Although he majored in swordsmanship, he was all groping indiscriminately, although all roads could lead to the avenue, and the sword path with the first killing was naturally also, but after all, he was groping alone, and if he could integrate the strengths of a hundred schools, he might not be able to create his own way.

Thousands of waves are really extraordinary, if it is a heavy wave, it naturally can't fight against the giant hand of vitality exerted by the red-haired and red-robed man, but thousands of weights, ten thousand weights, superimposed, actually blocked hard.

The wanton vitality collapsed, but in the end it ended in a draw.

"Locke Jiaren, you've grown a lot!"

The red-haired and red-robed middle-aged man was not angry, although more than ten years ago, Luo Jiaren was not even qualified to look at him.

"I have to say, you are also a genius, in just a dozen years, you have reached the point where I used to be, but in the past ten years, I have not stood still!"

The red-haired and red-robed middle-aged man pinched the seal with his hands, and his aura was great, which was nearly ten times higher than that of Fang Cai, and the terrifying aura made Luo Jiayuan and the others retreat again and again, until they reached the edge of the huge courtyard.

"Flame Knife!"

A crimson broadsword tens of meters appeared out of thin air, although there was no flame burning, but the temperature was also frighteningly high, and the terrifying momentum made the surrounding air sneer.

However, in the face of such a terrifying attack, Locke Jiaren's face did not change, but the knife in his hand changed from holding it with one hand to holding it with both hands, as if his knife had become extremely heavy, so heavy that he could barely lift it.

"It's ...... Eleventh type, Mount Kamegake? ”

Lin Cheng was a little incredulous, didn't Old Man Luo say that the second uncle would only have a thousand waves? How can the heavy mountain of Kamegake also be? It seems that his second uncle has a lot of secrets, and even Old Man Luo doesn't know it.

Although the knife was heavy, Luo Jiaren still trembled and lifted it up, raised it above his head, and slashed down.

In the eyes of everyone, there seemed to be an illusion of a majestic mountain pressing down.

"It's so strong, second brother, he'...... How can it be so strong! Luo Jiayuan suddenly discovered that his second brother was so mysterious.

Rumble!

The heavy knife slashed at the crimson broadsword that had been slashed, but it did not make a sound of gold and iron, but a heavy muffled sound, like a majestic mountain falling from the sky.

The red-haired and red-robed middle-aged man took half a step back, ignoring the surging qi and blood, his eyes were finally no longer calm, and he was even a little surprised, the "Flame Knife" that he had cultivated for more than ten years could even threaten the extraordinary, but he was actually blocked, blocked by a person in the middle of the ninth level. Moreover, he is still slightly at a disadvantage.

Forced to take a half step back.

On the other hand, Luo Jiaren still stood in place with his back straight, but the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and a trace of blood flowed down the hilt, making the rusty big knife even more tattered.

"The realm of the second uncle has not kept up, and he has powerful tricks, but he is subject to too many restrictions. Moreover, there seems to be some flaws in the Kamegake Mountain he casts. Lin Cheng naturally also discovered Locke's problem.

"Okay, okay...... Okay, yes! ”

The red-haired and red-robed middle-aged man laughed angrily, and he was still a little worried, but when he saw Luo Jiaren's slightly trembling hands and the blood spilling down, he had already concluded that it was not easy for Luo Jiaren to use such a trick, and it was even very likely that he would not be able to use it a second time.

"Luo Jiaren, you are very strong, but depending on your state, it is not easy for you to perform such a move. How many more times can you swing the knife in your hand? ”

The red-haired and red-robed middle-aged man already regarded Luo Jiaren as an opponent of the same level.

"I don't know how many times I can swing it, but it's still okay to behead you." Locke's face did not change, as if he was saying ordinary words.

"Speak wildly!" The red-haired and red-robed middle-aged man snorted coldly, "Although I can't take your life, but if I abolish you, I still have this power!" ”

After speaking, the red-haired and red-robed middle-aged man's hand moved again, and the red big knife was suspended in the sky again, like a big knife that asked for his life and hooked the soul.

Luo Jiaren also tightened the knife in his hand, and his eyes flashed with an unyielding light.

"Ah Lian, I won't let them take our daughter again! Never! ”

With a low roar, Luo Jiaren's arms burst out, like a small snake circling, hideous and terrifying, and the terrifying momentum also emerged with the big knife that was slowly raised.

Seeing that the collision is about to sweep again.

"Stop!"

However, at this moment, a clear woman's voice came from outside the courtyard, and at the same time, a fiery red shadow also rushed over. She had a long red whip hanging from her waist, and her fiery red hair was tied into a ponytail, which was Luo Qiu.

Her arrival made the two people who had reached the peak of their momentum immediately stop their next movements, the red-haired and red-robed middle-aged man scattered the shadow of the knife, and Luo Jiaren also put down the rusty broadsword in his hand.

The wind was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Luo Jiayuan and the others were secretly relieved, they didn't want to be poured by the tide of energy.

"Hello, Miss Qiu! I am the vice president of Chiyan Senior Academy, Hao Sen, and I have been ordered to pick you up. The red-haired and red-robed middle-aged man suddenly smiled with a smile in his eyebrows, a little flattering.

With Luo Qiu's talent, a sixth-level peak martial artist, with the ability to fire, his future achievements are limitless, and there is a great possibility to break through the shackles and achieve extraordinary, coupled with the meaning expressed by the Chiyuan Hao family, as long as Luo Qiu enters the Hao family, he will definitely gather favor and cultivate all kinds of resources.

Her grandfather, but the helmsman of this generation of the Hao family, is the top category in the human federation.