"What an evil demon from the outside world! Dare to make a move!" Those decent young heroes were just rushed by a little bit of internal qi released by Wang Yuan, and stood up at this time, feeling that they were greatly embarrassed, and immediately scolded one by one, showing that they were not afraid.

However, Wang Yuan didn't pay attention to the group of famous young heroes, nor did he care about the white-haired handsome man and his entourage framing him, but turned around and bowed down and hugged his fists to Zhu Wenyan and asked: "Chief dart, look ......"

"It doesn't matter. Zhu Wenyan waved his hand, took two steps back and said, "It's just some annoying flies, let's send it away, the people in the building are still waiting for us." ”

Zhu Wenyan's voice was not loud, but he could be heard by the whole street.

Many famous and decent young heroes, and even the entourage of the white-haired and handsome man, listened to it, and only felt a sense of humiliation. So we can only be regarded as a fly in their eyes?

"Presumptuous!" a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man from a famous family could no longer control it, and drew his sword and flew towards the group. He also knew that he was not Wang Yuan's opponent, and the tip of the sword seemed to be aimed at the relatively weak Wang Meng.

Suddenly, a popping sound like fried beans rang out.

I saw a sudden crackling sound on Wang Yuan's body who was standing, and even people could clearly hear every bone in his body clicking, as if he was about to burst out every bit of power in his body at the same time.

Crackle!

The black clothes on Wang Yuan's body suddenly cracked with this sound, and he saw pieces of amber-colored diamond muscles exposed. Wang Yuan's whole body seemed to be constantly getting bigger, as if he was about to become that giant!

Wang Yuan's fists couldn't help clenching. Then, he just hit it straight out. This punch seems ordinary, but it carries the momentum of wind and thunder. However, the power of this blow does have the power of a hurricane and thunder!

Boom!

There seemed to be a tenth-level storm blowing on the entire long street, and streams of strong and yang true qi rolled out with Wang Yuan as the center, forming a tornado of true qi. Whether it was the many famous young heroes, or the white-haired handsome man and his entourage, even the onlookers on the long street were affected, and they were all swept up by this true qi tornado.

They flew for a long time, and they couldn't get rid of it with all their might, they were washed by this supreme yang true qi, but they were not directly blown up by this supreme yang true qi or directly scraped to death. It can only show that Wang Yuan's control of his true qi has reached the realm of being superb, and he can follow his heart as he wants.

And the white-haired and handsome man came out of the center of the storm, only to know how vulnerable his strength was, and this time he was blind and actually kicked on the super invincible thick pure gold steel plate.

"Good thief!" a burst of shouts came, and then a stream of true qi broke straight into Wang Yuan's true qi tornado. But I don't know which famous young man's division commander is eager to protect the disciples, so he made a move.

But. His True Qi entered Wang Yuan's True Qi tornado but did not cause a single impact, not even a wave or ripple.

The person in the dark was horrified, and he saw that his disciple seemed to be getting weaker and weaker in the True Qi Dragon Scroll. As a last resort, I had to strike again.

Boom!

The sound of breaking wind came, and I saw an overlord spear stabbing towards the waist of Wang Yuan at the end of the storm with the momentum of endless thunder like a poisonous dragon taking water.

Wang Yuan raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes showed contempt, and he was about to swing his fist again to smash the overlord gun.

And suddenly it was dark!

呲呲......

There was the sound of the sword being drawn. A pitch-black sword was drawn from its pitch-black scabbard. It's just that in the blink of an eye, even the sunlight is obscured by this pitch-black sword, and the long street is completely dark.

At this time, the various famous and decent masters lurking around could no longer hold back, because a bad premonition had appeared in their hearts. They remembered a man, remembered the legend of that man.

Choke!

The pitch-black sword had been drawn, and the pitch-black scabbard had been tossed aside. Just as the pitch-black scabbard rolled and fell, people saw a little star, and these little stars formed a word, a word 'death'!

Laugh at!

The pitch-black long sword stabbed out, it was so ordinary, it was such a slanted stab.

The pitch-black long sword, the dark sword light, but it was so dazzling. But because this sword was a nightmare for the whole world!

This sword was ......

A sword light cold nineteen continents, invincible opponents all over the world!

"Ahh

A cry of pain rang out, and an Overlord gun flew into the air, spilling a little blood on the long street.

The sun is still there, and the long street is quiet.

The long street is full of many famous young men, as well as one of their palms......

An old man in a shawl stood tremblingly in the middle of the street, with a palm and an overlord gun at his feet. His face was pale, and blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, but his face was so frightened that his lips trembled.

His gaze was only at one person, who was dressed in a long robe and had a graceful demeanor, like a Confucian scholar who had read poetry and books. At first, he thought so, too. So, he ignored the pitch-black sword that the man was holding.

"Black ...... Night...... Death Star!" The old man pronounced out this man's former nickname word by word, and as he recited it, his body trembled even more.

Death Star in the Night - Zhu Wenyan!

He actually reappeared in the rivers and lakes!

The countless hidden masters on the street felt a sudden chill on their backs at this time, and then this cold feeling broke into their heads and feet. Why did this killing god appear here? How many years have I not heard rumors about him in the rivers and lakes? I only know that he joined a dart game in Fuzhou, and then lived in seclusion. People thought he had retired, but who knew that he would still be so sharp when he reappeared.

Although, this time there were no dead people in his shot. But......

But, look at the young men who are screaming and rolling on the ground, the palm of their sword is gone......

It's better to kill them!

Zhu Wenyan, you are still so cruel and murderous!

These people once again looked at the old man who couldn't help but make a move, looking at his broken palm wound, and suddenly felt infinite happiness, glad that they didn't make a move. Otherwise...... Well, although I lost a few talented disciples, this can be regarded as a lesson. After going back, we must arrange for the disciples to learn to know the various killing gods in the rivers and lakes over the years, otherwise if they are provoked by others like this time, and they will maintain 'justice' without even understanding the opponent, then next time they will not lose a palm, that is, their lives will be lost.

Another man stood up in the middle of the street, and he had broken not a palm, but an entire right arm. His white hair was scattered, and his temperament was not as graceful as before. He gritted his teeth at this time, and looked ahead with a distorted face, looking at the man in front of him who was holding a pitch-black sword.