PS: Tenryu is almost over.

"Fourth." Deng Baichuan exclaimed, they are all familiar with the character of their son-in-law, and it is really unwise to intervene rashly in the turmoil, which will make the son-in-law feel very embarrassed. But the fourth child is also revengeful, and he cares about the third child the most on weekdays. What's more, the opponent's martial arts are indeed very high, and Gongzi Ye may not be an opponent.

Thinking of this, he choked, the long sword was unsheathed, Deng Baichuan pulled out his sword, he jumped forward, and used a killing move in his peerless school, 'Stone Breaking Heaven', turned into a cold electric essence, pouring out.

Deng Baichuan is good at internal strength, the weapon he is good at is the sword, the swordsmanship has its own unique and outstanding, the weather is strict, the end is majestic, and the momentum is majestic.

The power of swordsmanship made Li Qingluo and the others on the side slightly startled.

"Brother Deng's swordsmanship is so skillful, will there be anything wrong with Gongzi Wei?" Wang Yuyan couldn't help but worry, but then she thought that it was her beloved cousin who was facing Wei Ran, and she couldn't help but worry about it.

The turmoil and Deng Baichuan attacked at the same time, but Murong Fu stood by at this time, although he had just been humiliated by Wei Ran and took away the paper fan in his hand, which made him feel indignant. But there are cousins and others here, and on the surface, they still cherish their reputation and are unwilling to shoot at the same time as their subordinates.

Wei Ran's expression remained unchanged, the paper fan in his right hand flicked in a dashing manner, the paper fan flew out of his hand, and the sound of 'whoosh' turned into an arrow, shooting towards the storm that came first.

'Bang! ’

The blade slashed at the fan, but the paper fan was not slashed or smashed by the fierce true qi covered by the knife as expected, but turned a corner. The castration did not change, from shooting to sweeping, and the 'bang' smashed on the chest of the evil storm.

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood. It squirted out of the throat of the storm and looked up to the sky. He slammed it to the ground.

"Fourth brother!"

Gongye Qian on the side was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

At this moment, Deng Baichuan's sword momentum had arrived.

Wei Ran's sword in his left hand swirled, falling between his right palms, and with a finger in the air, the sword was like an arm, flexible and free, and stabbed out flat!

This sword is not fast. But it was a thunderous thunderbolt, like a mountain falling upside down, and the sword momentum triggered by Deng Baichuan collided with it, and the cold and electric essence immediately collapsed and disintegrated.

"Huh?" Deng Baichuan was taken aback, only to feel that the other party's swordsmanship was very familiar, he looked at it fixedly, and his heart moved: "This is clearly the 'Stone Breaking Shock' I just used." ”

Deng Baichuan didn't have to think about it, the other party's sword was like a dragon. The oppression came, and his sword shook. The true qi in the body exploded, penetrating the sword blade, and the buzzing and trembling sound was endless.

I'm about to fight back. A flash of white light. Wei Ran's sword body was like a dragon, and he abruptly drew an arc, clanged, and hit the blade of the sword.

Deng Baichuan was shocked, his body swept upside down, and the fine iron long sword in his hand swayed, spreading the sword momentum. But he was fast, but Wei Ran was faster than him, and the sword momentum had just been laid down. It has been broken by lightning. The sword qi roared, tearing apart everything in front of him.

His intricate sword momentum was in the eyes of the other party. It seems to be weaker than a layer of paper, and it can be easily pierced and torn.

Dangdang! The two swords collided together in an instant. The light bursts.

"How can there be such a fast swordsmanship in the world?" Deng Baichuan was chilled.

He is good at internal strength, and he has always used his sword to suppress people with sword power, but these are so vulnerable in front of Wei Ran. No matter how he wielded his sword, the other party was at ease, not in a hurry or slow, just like a leisurely stroll. Then when the sword was about to be completed, he quickly took out the sword, each sword was on the weak point, and every sword was as urgent as lightning, he had never seen such a fast sword, between the lightning and flint, he attacked thirteen swords, but the other party killed them one by one. Under the fast sword and quasi-sword, the sword momentum is broken cleanly.

Such a fast and accurate sword technique is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"The sword is an extension of the arm, and the sword of mortals, even if the skill reaches the pinnacle, is limited by the person himself. The sword is just a foreign ear, and life itself is the essence, so I won't play with you. Wei Ran muttered to himself.

Click! Wei Ran changed his sword, took the initiative to attack, and handed out a sword. Deng Baichuan's heart was not good, and sure enough, only to hear a crisp sound, the tip of the long sword in Wei Ran's hand accurately pointed on Deng Baichuan's sword edge, and a strong force slammed on, boiling over.

Zheng!

The sword roared, but it was broken by the shock, and became scrapped iron filings.

"Ahh

Deng Baichuan screamed, he only felt that his tiger's mouth was directly cracked, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

The power of a sword is so powerful!

In less than a few breaths, the Murong family had already lost two people.

Murong Fu and the others all changed their faces and became solemn.

It is rumored in the world that Wei Ran, the white-clothed sword saint, has unfathomable martial arts, and has leveled the northern martial arts of the entire Song Kingdom with his own strength. Murong Fu was still suspicious, but now he finally believes it.

"This person's swordsmanship is so high, he has reached the state of being superb, even if it can't be called shaking the ancient and the present, it is enough to win the contemporary, if I make a move, if I use a sword, I may not be able to take advantage, listen to Gongye Qian, his fists and feet are not weak, and he can only use the Dou Zhuan Xing to gradually turn around with it."

Murong Fu's mind turned extremely fast, and he said coldly to Wei Ran, "Your Excellency really deserves to be a white-clothed sword saint, and his swordsmanship is so high that he has only seen it in his life. ”

"I didn't use a sword, and I didn't mention the title of Sword Master, but it was just a misunderstanding by the world." After Wei Ran finished speaking, the sword in his hand flew out and inserted it into Murong Fu's side, and the meaning of the moment was self-evident.

"Master Murong, please!"

Murong Fu's face was furious, in front of the great enemy, he did not have the slightest hypocrisy, rolled up his right sleeve, and pulled the sword out of his hand.

"Then ask Gongzi Wei for advice." Murong Fu's voice was cold, and a sword attacked.

Wei Ran shook his head, this Murong Fu obviously wanted to kill himself, but he pretended to be polite, and liked to talk nonsense before making a move, which is really a common problem of all villains.

Murong Fu's sword is faster than Deng Baichuan's sword, and the sword moves are flowing smoothly, seemingly bright and bright, but it is weird and abnormal, changeable, and the sword is dangerous. There is no danger in the danger, there is no wonder in the absolute, and there is stability in the strange. It's not idle.

Murong Fu's sword style is the same as his own, and it seems to be magnificent. And if you take it in a normal way, I'm afraid that you will be hit by its follow-up killer moves.

At the same time, Wei Ran smiled slightly, his sleeves spread, and a robe sleeve flew out like a cloud, and it rolled towards the sword stabbed by Murong Fu as if he was punishing.

Murong Fu was taken aback, and changed his stab to sharpen, and his sword was brilliant. Turning into a galaxy, the sword qi was born like a wave of smoke and swept out, and the sword itself and the sword qi became a killing move at the same time.

Wei Ran moved more quickly, with long sleeves and mighty sleeves, breaking through the ingenuity with force, "Swing!" Wei Ran recently tried to practice "Dragon Elephant Bo Ruogong", plus the bonus of inner fist and internal force. Under this blow, there was a huge force of thousands of troops, and Murong Fu experienced what Deng Baichuan had just felt this time. What does it mean to be boiling!

Murong Fu was suddenly shocked by this huge force, and at the same time he was overjoyed.

"Fight the stars!"

At this time, Murong Fu resorted to his family heirloom and returned the favor to him! Unexpectedly, Wei Ran's powerful blow was lured back, and under the traction of the force, Wei Ran himself hit him.

Wei Ran's eyes were smiling, his eyes were gathered, the overclocking brain was spinning rapidly, and Murong Fu's every move just now quickly appeared in Wei Ran's mind, simulating and analyzing. "Give me back."

"What?" Murong Fu was taken aback, "Dou Turning the Stars!" ”

Hurriedly dodge. There was a crisp sound under the huge force, and the eardrums of Murong Fu swelled.

"Murong Gongzi. Don't laugh, pull your own arm, what kind of 'fight and star shift'? ”

Murong Fu's face was gloomy and uncertain, his face was puzzled, and he raised his sword to attack Wei Ran again.

Wang Yuyan could see clearly on the side that Wei Ran had always been at ease, but it was his cousin Murong who was eager to recruit and was forced to succeed, and the form was very critical for him. She was very anxious in her heart, although she was familiar with the martial arts moves of various factions in the world, but Wei Ran came casually with his moves, like a heavenly horse starry sky, eclectic, and she couldn't see what his next move was at all, and how to deal with it, as if there were no flaws.

Although Wang Yuyan had the heart to help Murong Fu, she was powerless in the face of the freak-like Wei Ran at this time.

Gong Yeqian could only stay aside at this time to take care of the injured two, he knew his martial arts, and if he went up at this time, he probably wouldn't be able to help.

The two of you come and go is really powerful, between the flashes of the body, Wang Yuyan's eyes are difficult to keep up, Wei Ran does not move in place, his posture is flickering left and right, moving and flashing in the offensive, occasionally with a fist, palm counterattack.

Although Murong Fu was the one who attacked, he knew that Wei Ran was extremely powerful every time he counterattacked, but he was extremely fast, and he couldn't dodge, so he had to use "Dou Zhuan Xing Shift" to deal with him.

In less than half a cup of tea, it felt like a big battle of three hundred rounds, and I was physically and mentally exhausted.

Feeling that he had almost analyzed Murong Fu's "Dou Zhuan Xing Shifting", Wei Ran didn't plan to play with Murong Fu anymore.

Wei Ran flexed his thumb and tapped his index finger, which was the 'Shangyang Sword Technique' in "Six Veins Divine Sword". The 'Shangyang Sword Technique' is not the most ambitious sword in the "Six Veins Divine Sword", but it is definitely the most dexterous and fast.

The sword aura suddenly flashed.

Shout!

In the sharp and short whistling sound, the light in the sky suddenly dimmed, and all the light was replaced by a single light.

"Sword Qi!"

Xiao Ju's sword qi bloomed, cracking through the sky, turning into thousands of points of essence, Murong Fu only felt that the light was so strong that it was difficult to force his eyes.

The light trembled suddenly, and suddenly condensed into a little cold star, and the sharp aura was about to pierce his body with the light of the sword qi in a flash.

Murong Fu was shocked and changed, and when he was about to dodge, he felt as if his whole body was frozen, and the true qi in his body was difficult to function, and then a cold light flashed in his pupils, and his eyes were about to split, and his heart was shocked.

Wang Yuyan exclaimed: "Master Wei, be merciful!" ”

Wei Ran's heart froze, his mental power moved, the direction of the sword qi jumped slightly, and with a futile snort, the sword qi penetrated through the encirclement and shot on Murong Fu's hair bun, and his hair was scattered and embarrassed.

Murong Fu's face is like ashes, now he is defeated by fighting the sword, not to mention that he is unable to take revenge, it is already a great shame, and because of his cousin's intercession, the other party has just taken his own life. For a while, Murong Fu was embarrassed and indignant. shouted loudly: "If the husband dies, he will die, who wants you to buy a good move?" After speaking, he swung his long sword and rushed towards Wei Ran again.

Wei Ran waved his hand with one hand, swept the stabbing long sword, and placed one palm on Murong Fu's chest.

This palm was not very strong, but it sealed Murong Fu's whole body qi for a while, making it impossible for him to use his internal strength. Murong Fu, who lost his internal strength for a while, was like a soft-footed crab, and was slapped to the ground by the force of his palm.

"Cousin." Wang Yuyan lost her color and ran to Murong Fu to help him up, but Murong Fu pushed him away with all his might.

"Come on, why don't you kill me?" Murong Fu yelled.

"There are two kinds of people in this world for me, one is useful and the other is useless, and you are lucky and happen to be somewhat useful, so I can not kill you for the time being."

Wei Ran's words were like acupuncture stabbing Murong Fu's heart.

"You are worshiped by people in the rivers and lakes, and you are burdened by fame, but you don't know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, your martial arts can be called first-class, but that's it."

"Does it work? Hahaha, useful? First class only? Murong Fu laughed desolately.

"Cousin." Wang Yuyan wanted to step forward.

"Fuck off." ――

Flowers fly like snow, and petals disguise as a kind of strength. Clear after heavy rain, the rainbow adorns the sadness of dreams.

Outside the city of Suzhou, there are wild chrysanthemums blooming on the barren slopes, at this time it is sunny after the rain, the autumn wind is blowing, blowing away the petals that are about to wither, the filament-like petals, moving with the wind, beautiful.

Wang Yuyan is strolling sullenly among the flowers at the moment, with pear blossoms on her face and the beauty and desolation after the rain.

He was only wearing a blue gauze on his body, and he shivered a little in the autumn wind, but he didn't want to put on the robe that Wei Ran had prepared for him.

For Wang Yuyan, Wei Ran didn't know what it was like.

Do you like it? There should be a little.

It's more about appreciation, appreciating her simplicity and kindness, appreciating her ice and snow intelligence, and appreciating her white and immaculate like a snow lotus.

Wei Ran is a small white-collar worker in the main world, the death of his parents, and the difficulties in society have made him suffer from the warmth and coldness of human affection, and most of the people live in intrigue and hypocrisy every day, and he can only feel his true self at home.

Later, after getting the ability to traverse, under his step-by-step management, he has a powerful power, and a power that ordinary people can't imagine, but now, he has always been high, pursuing what he is interested in, and knowledge and truth seem to have become his only motivation.

Although Wang Yuyan is the most beautiful woman he has met in his current experience, what really makes Wei Ran appreciate her is Wang Yuyan's simplicity and innocence, which makes Wei Ran experience a feeling that he has not experienced before.

Out of the plot in the man's heart, even if Wei Ran didn't plan to make Wang Yuyan his woman for the time being, he didn't want to let others blaspheme beautiful things.

"It's a pity, could it be that Murong Bo didn't receive the news? I didn't even return to the Swallow Dock. ”――

Far away in Dali.

At this time, Murong Bo, who was worried about Wei Ran, couldn't help but sneeze. (To be continued)