The power of a practitioner is limited.

Yes, there is nothing wrong with this statement.

This is what Zhu Luan has been taught since he was a child.

But there are many more people in the spiritual world who practice another word.

That is, if there is something that cannot be done, it is simply because the power is not strong enough.

When the Great Grandmaster's hidden power covered the entire horse farm, Zhu Luan raised his head and looked at the dazzling sunlight and remembered these words.

As her thoughts floated, a mournful cry rang out again on the racecourse.

That sorrowful cry was very low, not as sharp as when the Xiliang Sword Pavilion disciple drew his sword directly against Ma, but it made the hearts of all the cultivators in the field tremble.

It was a suppressed cry of sorrow.

It is also the sorrow of humiliation.

And in the midst of this mournful roar, Duan Lizheng, who was beside Zhu Luan, fell off the horse.

"Lizheng!"

Zhu Luan Huoran turned around.

"I'm fine!" Duan Lizheng bit his lips tightly, struggled to hold the reins, his teeth creaked, looking at the war horse kneeling on the ground, the anger in his body could not be suppressed.

But as a practitioner, he had to suppress it.

Before absolute power.

It was not the boy who fell off his horse, but the horse under him fell to his knees.

The majestic black horse that came and went in the sword on the battlefield seemed to be crushed to the ground by a huge and invisible hand at this time!

If it weren't for Duan Lizheng's tightening of the reins at the critical moment, the black horse that was running fast would even trip to the ground and be hit to death by his own speed!

This symptom was like a plague, quickly spreading to the entire horse farm, and the horses of Monk Xuezhai and Song Huaizhu, who were originally following Zhu Luan, also weakened their legs and planted forward in a wild gallop. Fortunately, Song Huaizhu seemed to have felt it early, and tightened the reins in advance to avoid the tragedy at the moment before the war horse was overwhelmed by Zhenyuan.

Behind Song Huaizhu and the others, the screams of Da Zhou Juzi sounded one after another. Song Huaizhu and Monk Xuezhai looked back instantly, and Song Huaizhu stretched out his hand and the true yuan on his body emerged.

At this time, it is fortunate that most of the big Zhou Juzi failed to set off, otherwise such a thing suddenly happened to the horse in the high-speed gallop, and it would really be blood-spattered on the spot!

In the field, the horses of Da Zhou Juzi were all overwhelmed regardless of whether they ran or not, and many Da Zhou Juzi also took the opportunity to climb on horseback after being shocked, but no matter how they drove them, the majestic war horses grabbed the ground with their hooves and could no longer run.

At this point, it is fortunate that no one was injured......

Lucky......

She......

Song Huaizhu put down his hand, and Monk Xuezhai breathed a sigh of relief, and looked sideways at the senior brother beside him, unsurprisingly found that he was in sight.

It's her.

The woman at the front.

She is the most dangerous person.

But he was the only one who did not fall.

However, the hurricane that had swept the whole field was forcibly stopped.

The dark horse under the girl did not fall to its knees like the other war horses, but it could no longer run.

It was as if a huge invisible hand had fallen from the sky, constantly pressing it down, and Wanli's legs were constantly bending, but again and again the whole body trembled and stood up straight, as if it was fighting against the invisible force crazily.

The muscles of the vigorous black horse squirted all over his body, oozing large pieces of sweat, the horse's head spewed white gas, snorting and panting, and the huge horse's eyes were full of humiliation and unwillingness!

The invincible dark horse on the battlefield burst out with a sharp roar from between his teeth!

This roar woke everyone on the sidelines.

This accident happened too much, and it was only at this time that the people outside the stadium screamed.

"What's going on?"

"How can the horses fall?"

"Horse plague?!"

Most ordinary people don't know what's going on, and it's ridiculous that a strong war horse will fall while running.

At this time, other anomalies were also discovered by the masses.

"Look! The horses of the Xiliang people are fine! ”

Countless dark shadows passed by the girl.

A momentary pause is a fatal gap in the arena.

The disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, who were originally lagging behind, caught up at this moment, and the war horses under them were jumping around as if they were mocking Zhu Luan and the others.

Accompanied by Su Qing's silver bell-like laughter, the war horses under the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion flattened their hooves and leaped over.

Su Qing originally wanted to jump over Zhu Luan's head, but unfortunately the horse under this woman refused to lie down for some reason, so it was a pity that her plan could not be realized.

But that's enough.

Because these Great Zhou people are finished.

In the exclamation of the people of Dazhou, nearly ten horses rushed out of the track, replacing the original leading position of Zhu Luan, Duan Lizheng and others.

And at the front of them was still a woman.

"It's the daughter of the Xiliang Sword Saint!"

"It's Miss Su Qing!"

Mo Han and Ruan Qing's horses were fine, but the two of them ran behind for some reason at this time.

Mo Han, who was riding on a horse, looked at the group of black shadows behind him who were gradually thrown down by them, and for some reason humiliation flashed in his eyes.

Ruan Qing lowered her head to drive the horse, but Mo Han knew that she should have the same humiliation in her eyes as he did at this time.

It was only after they rushed out of the ten-zhang that they realized that the person in front of them had suddenly disappeared.

The horses were racing so fast that they were so focused on challenging the woman that by the time they found out, it was too late.

Zhu Luan raised his head and glanced at Mo Han and Ruan Qing, who had hesitated for a while before returning to the road, and hugged the neck of Wan Li, who was even more excited and struggling more and more fiercely because he was overtaken by the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

"Wanli, enough, you've worked hard enough."

Yes, as a horse, it's remarkable enough.

It's his father's cub.

Dare to be tough with the true yuan of the great grandmaster.

Yes.

Grand Master.

Only the cultivators, no, only the advanced cultivators understand what is happening.

How dare you do it.

The current state of affairs was expected by Zhu Luan, and he did not expect it.

Xiliang Sword Pavilion is a bomb.

That's what she expected.

But the fact that this bomb would explode at this time was something that no one expected.

"I didn't even let go of riding and shooting...... "Monk Xuezhai clenched the Buddha beads on his chest, "Do you want that sword so much......"

That was the sad wish of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion for twenty years, and everything before this sad wish was not worth mentioning.

Mo Han bit his lip, and while feeling the smell of blood in his mouth, he lowered his head and urged the horse.

He knew that the master wanted more than that, but first, they had to get the sword.

Draw out the man.

And at this time, he once again felt Master's determination.

There will be no room for flaws, no failures.

The atmosphere of death throughout the stadium announced the end of the event.

From now on, it is an area in which secular forces cannot intervene.

Because the absolute power of this world shows his true edge.

The people who did this didn't need to guess, it wasn't because only the horses other than the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion were affected.

Because only one person can do such a thing.

The only Grand Master present.

Xiliang Sword Saint, Dugu Sword.

The Xiliang Sword Saint used a concealed True Qi to suppress and deter the entire herd.

And the cultivators can't intervene either.

Before absolute power.

The so-called rules are too fragile to mention.