readx;? Sure enough, just as Xuan Zheng was in mid-air and was about to flee for his life in the direction of Jinling City, Lan Jin's voice suddenly sounded above Xuan Zheng's head. www.biquge.info Lan Jin didn't know when he jumped over Xuan Zheng's head, and the terrifying speed he showed at this moment was enough to make Xuan Zheng's heart palpitate.

"Shhh

Then, before Xuan Zheng could exclaim, he only felt a burst of extremely domineering energy suddenly coming from the top of his head, and before Xuan Zheng could raise his eyes to see everything clearly, Lan Jin stepped on Xuan Zheng's Heavenly Spirit Cover with a heavy kick.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, under this huge force, Xuan Zheng's whole person fell rapidly towards the ground like a falling meteor, and Lan Jin's figure gradually emerged from mid-air, and then the corner of Lan Jin's mouth faintly raised a smug smile, and suddenly his body shook, and he chased after the falling Xuan Zheng.

"Bang!"

Xuan Zheng took advantage of the momentum to sink extremely fast, and fell into the temple in an instant, but after landing on the ground, Xuan Zheng did not hesitate at all, and at the moment when his feet touched the ground at the same time, his knees were bent suddenly, and then his legs kicked down hard, and the whole body rose to the sky again with the help of this upward force. Xuan Zheng did not hesitate in the whole movement from falling to the ground to rising into the sky, and when he fell together, he was as neat and fast as flowing water, and the speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to blink an eye.

"Suffer death!

Xuan Zheng rose to the sky, let out a loud cry from his mouth, and the whole person was shooting straight towards Lan Jin who fell from the sky. And the sword in Xuan Zheng's hand was waved in the air, and a stream of powerful and domineering soul power suddenly poured out from the sea of his dantian qi, and in an instant, the vast soul power poured into his quaint sword, and the sword waving in the sky was poured into the soul power of the soul king, and in an instant, it turned into thousands of sword shadows splashing with silver light in mid-air, and at the same time, countless dazzling sword flowers covered the sky and the sun, and countless sword shadows directly pierced the snowflake-filled sky, and in an instant, the blue Jin in the sky was completely submerged in it, and with the heavy sword shadows, the strong sword qi also scattered in all directions, and even the air trembled where the sword qi swept away, and the earth was instantly struck out of countless pits of different sizes by the chaotic sword qi.

This trick of the Falling Rain Sword is the most profound of the soul methods that Xuan Zheng has learned, and it is also his life-saving skill, because the Falling Rain Sword has a great loss of his soul power, so for so many years, unless it is absolutely necessary, Xuan Zheng will rarely perform this trick.

This Falling Rain Sword also has the biggest advantage, that is, it can block all the ways out of Lan Jin in an instant, making it difficult for Lan Jin to be most proud of his speed and body skills, which means that Lan Jin, who was blocked by the Falling Rain Sword, now has only one way to go. But the strongest blow of the Soul King's powerhouse is not something that anyone dares to take hard.

Facing the shadow of the sword covering the sky and the sun, Lan Jin's eyes instantly became a little more solemn, although the sword blade had not arrived, but the white shirt on Lan Jin's body had been torn into pieces of cloth by one after another, and Lan Jin felt that there were bursts of pain from being bruised by the strength everywhere in his body.

"Hmph!

Lan Jin snorted coldly, and then his hands quickly merged in front of his chest, and then the ten fingers quickly sealed, and in an instant, more than a dozen different handprints changed one after another, and with the movement of Lan Jin's hands, even the air between the heaven and earth around him instantly became a little irritable, and a red ghost light gradually emerged between his hands, and the red light became stronger and stronger at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

"Give it to me!"

With Lan Jin's loud shout, I saw that his hands were suddenly separated from the left and right, his arms were across the left and right of his body, and the red light in his hand was also instantly amplified, and a layer of red barriers was formed around Lan Jin's body in an instant, and the red light within a radius of several meters wrapped Lan Jin's body, which felt like a golden bell jar. It was also surprising to say that all the snowflakes, sword qi, and sword shadows that entered the red light were all motionless in an instant, and even Lan Jin's clothes flying in the wind were frozen in mid-air in an instant, as if time had been frozen, and his fluttering black hair still maintained that strange posture and stagnated on the side of his face.

"Hiss!" Seeing this scene, Xuan Zheng couldn't help but gasp, and then he exerted his soul power again, and the Falling Rain Sword was once again flourishing, stabbing at Lan Jin in the red light from all directions like a storm, but the surprising scene was that no matter how domineering and irritable these sword shadows were in the outside world, once they entered the range of the red light, they were all fixed in place.

For a moment, I saw Lan Jin, who was covered in a layer of red light, hovering in mid-air like a sculpture, and around his body was a sword blade filled with cold light, and the tip of the nearest sword was only less than half an inch away from the tip of his nose, but it was this strange scene like a hedgehog that was frozen in mid-air like a portrait. Lan Jin held his arms horizontally left and right in the middle, and countless sword blades mixed with the snowflakes in the sky froze around him, and the scene was even very beautiful.

"This ......"

"Broken!"

Before Xuan Zheng could exclaim, Lan Jin's mouth suddenly let out a loud shout, and then he saw that the red light suddenly became deep, and in an instant, it turned from fiery red to deep red, and finally turned into scarlet like pus and blood. And with the change of the red light, the sword blades and snowflakes that were solidified in it gradually became blurred, as if they were drowning in a bottomless pool of blood, and after a while, Kung Fu Xuanzheng could no longer see the scene in the red light.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, with an earth-shattering loud noise, the red light burst open, turning into countless red fragments scattered in all directions, and Xuan Zheng even saw the shattered blades in the fragments. The red fragments filled the heavens and the earth in an instant, and Xuan Zheng's robe was even marked by those red fragments, and the countless sword shadows that originally lingered around Lan Jin also instantly turned into nothingness under the huge impact of these red fragments.

"Poof!"

The Falling Rain Sword was broken, and most of the soul power in Xuan Zheng's body was suddenly lost, and he only felt a violent churn of qi and blood in his body, and then his throat was sweet, and a stream of red blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Don't be in a hurry to retreat, you haven't learned my Fengtian Seal yet!haha......"

Without waiting for the weak Xuan Zheng to turn over and land, he saw that the red fragments that were originally floating around his body turned into four huge blood-red palm prints in an instant, whistling out from Xuan Zheng's front and back, left and right. Immediately afterwards, only four muffled sounds of "bang bang" were heard almost at the same time, and Xuan Zheng, who was caught off guard, could not react, and was hit by the sudden four palm prints one after another.

"Click......"

Xuan Zheng's chest, back of the heart, and two ribs each received a palm print full of soul power, accompanied by a series of bone breaking sounds, only to see Xuan Zheng's body shrink sharply in an instant. In fact, it was not that Xuan Zheng's body was shrinking, but that Lan Jin's four palm prints had shattered all the bones in Xuan Zheng's chest, and without the support of the bones, Xuan Zheng's entire upper body had completely turned into a puddle of rotten meat, and naturally shrunk a circle.

"Poof!"

"Forehead ......"

Thick blood mixed with shattered internal organs spurted out of Xuanzheng's mouth and nose in an instant, and at the same time, traces of blood instantly spilled out of his eyes and ears. Looking at Xuan Zheng's eyes suddenly, he let out a long exhale, and then the whole person fell straight to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"Boom!"

With a dull loud noise, Xuan Zheng's body fell back into the courtyard of the Land Temple, and when his body hit the ground, the snow on the ground was shaken away, and the green bricks under the snow were shattered like spider webs, and the wings of the main hall were shaken slightly, which shows how powerful this fall is.

"Boom!"

With a crisp sound, Xuanzheng's sword also came out of his hand and threw it aside.

"Forehead ......"

Xuan Zheng's internal organs were torn apart at this moment, and all the bones on his body except for his limbs and head were shattered. Lying on the ground, he was dying, and even the snow on the ground was dyed a blood-red, and at this time, Xuan Zheng was like a puddle of rotten meat, where was there still a little human form? He lay quietly in the snow, his body twisted in an extremely strange posture, his mouth and nose were constantly overflowing with broken internal organs and phlegm blood, and his body trembled slightly due to numbness and severe pain, but even so, his eyes were still staring viciously, with a look of death and unyielding.

A moment later, Lan Jin's figure slowly descended from the sky, and finally landed beside Xuan Zheng as lightly as a snowflake. Lan Jin's body was as light as the wind and like a shadow, and even the snow on the ground could hardly leave traces under his feet.

"Ye Luzi is Ye Lu Zi, I really don't know what you have learned over the years!" Lan Jin looked helpless and shook his head gently, "Although the soul power is constantly improving, there is still no rule to follow in the bones, the level of the exercises you practice is inferior, and the soul methods you practice are even more messy! You are far inferior to me in terms of speed and strength, how can you fight me? It seems that I overestimated you before, the gap between you and me is not a thin line, but it should be a world of difference!" Xuanzheng, if you hadn't left Xuanzong back then, maybe you wouldn't be so vulnerable today!"

"You ......" Xuan Zheng glared angrily at Lan Jin who was standing beside him viciously, and just opened his mouth, the blood overflowed instantly, and at the same time drowned out what he wanted to say, he hated to break Lan Jin into pieces now, but unfortunately, now he can only think about it.

In fact, what Lan Jin said was not wrong, after Xuanzheng left Xuanzong, the exercises and soul methods of re-cultivation were indeed very inferior, and with him going south and north for so many years, what he learned was indeed disorganized, and he was doing errands for the Shengdong King on weekdays, and he rarely met a master who really came out of the sect, so he didn't feel that he was bad, and today he met Lan Jin, and the gap between the two did make Xuanzheng have to obey.

"The body moves with your heart, your steps move at will, and the changes in your moves are all in one thought, like the wind and shadow, like a shadow...... "Lan Jin muttered and laughed, "Now, have you guessed who I learned from?"

"Wind ...... Black...... Gong ......" Xuan Zheng struggled to endure the blood that was about to spurt out of his throat, trembling his lips and said word by word, "Dong...... Square...... Accommodation ......"

"That's right, I'm the closed disciple of the Eastern Sect Master!" Lan Jin smiled lightly, "It's a pity that when I entered the Xuanzong, you were already expelled from the sect!

Xuan Zheng's eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, but his body was completely unconscious at the moment, and it was impossible for him to stand up again and fight with Lan Jin. Xuan Zheng stared at Lan Jin with a weakened gaze, as if he wanted to remember Lan Jin's appearance forever. However, Xuan Zheng's right hand was inadvertently moving quietly to the side, because less than a foot away from Xuan Zheng's right hand was the sword that came out of his hand.

Xuan Zheng wanted to get the sword quietly, and then tried his best to give Lan Jin a fatal blow before he died. It's a pity that his actions couldn't hide from Lan Jin's eyes.

"Smack!"

Just when Xuan Zheng's right hand had already touched the hilt of the sword, Lan Jin's right foot suddenly lifted, and then stepped heavily on Xuan Zheng's hand. Immediately after that, a cruel smile flashed on Lan Jin's face, and he rubbed his feet hard, and in a "crackling" sound, Lan Jin actually stepped on Xuan Zheng's hand bones stiffly.

"Forehead ......" hit another sharp pain, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on Xuan Zheng's already bloodless cheeks again.

"You want to take the sword, I'll help you!" Lan Jin chuckled and removed his right foot, and then completely ignored Xuan Zheng's bloody right hand, and picked up the sword from under Xuan Zheng's hand. Then Lan Jin held the sword in both hands under Xuan Zheng's fearless gaze, and slowly lifted the sword directly above Xuan Zheng's head, "Let's go, senior brother......

"Whew!"

"Poof!"

Without waiting for his words to fall, he saw that Lan Jin stabbed the sword in both hands and slammed it down, and then the extremely sharp sword blade pierced directly into Xuan Zheng's left temple, and the merciless sword directly pierced Xuan Zheng's head, and the tip of the sword penetrated Xuan Zheng's right cheek and plunged heavily into the snow, and the sword blade directly sank into the ground by more than two inches.

In the end, Xuan Zheng didn't even have time to let out a miserable scream before he died, and the moment the sword blade pierced into Xuan Zheng's temple, the hot blood mixed with brain pulp splashed up a foot high, staining both the courtyard of the Land Temple and Lan Jin's face.

"Hehe......"

After killing Xuan Zheng with a sword, Lan Jin staggered away from Xuan Zheng's corpse, but a strange chuckle came out of his mouth.

The goose feather snow was still floating in the sky, and the heavy snow covered Xuanzheng's corpse and the temple that was originally stained red with blood. Only the sword inserted in the corpse still stood upright, the sword went with the master, and the white and flawless flying snow made a tomb for Xuanzheng, and this sword was like a tombstone standing in front of the tomb, remembering the master's life.

Xuan Zheng's life may also be the epitaph of such a sword, "Born lonely, floating all his life, without worry, only a sword edge!"

Lan Jin walked to the left side of the courtyard with graceful steps, pushed open the door of the wing room again, and walked in. It was a very simple room, and the furnishings were extremely simple, with a bed in the corner, a table in the room, a chair, and nothing more.

At this moment, there is a motionless octogenarian lying on the bed, which is the old temple of this land temple. His face was natural and peaceful, and his gray hair was combed in the slightest. Lao Miaozhu's eyes were slightly closed, and he looked as if he was asleep, but if you looked closely, it was not difficult to find that there was no rise or fall in his chest, no breath in his mouth and nose, and there were a few red marks on his throat that had been strangled by his fingers. Obviously, this old temple Zhu is already a dead man who has lost his life.

There was a plate of dumplings left on the table, Lan Jinjing walked to the table, picked up chopsticks and carefully picked up a dumpling from the plate, and then stained the blood stains on his body with the dumplings, and then ate it with relish. After eating the dumplings, Lan Jin walked out of the door, as if nothing had happened, walking easily and naturally, he did not forget to blow out the candle when he left, and the door of the wing room was gently closed by him from the outside. As if he didn't want to disturb the old temple in the room, he was sleeping.

When Lan Jin walked out of the temple gate slowly, there was a man standing straight in the darkness not far away, his face was slightly solemn, and his expression also contained a faint sadness.

He ...... Gone?" the man asked in a bitter tone as he faced Lan Jin who walked out of the temple gate.

"En?" Hearing this, Lan Jin first glanced at the man in surprise, and after he recognized this person, his face returned to his previous indifference, and then nodded with a light smile, "Senior brother, you can go and collect the corpse!"

After Lan Jin finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to this man, but walked towards the direction of Jinling City by himself, and after taking a few steps, his figure turned into an afterimage and completely disappeared into the endless snowy night.

After Lan Jin left, the man nodded stiffly, and then saw a soft sigh from his mouth, and two lines of clear tears also slipped silently from the corners of his eyes.

This person and Lan Jin are also the registered elders of Xuanzong, but he has another identity, that is, Xuan Zheng's good brother when he was a child, and he is also the most trusted friend in Xuan Zheng's life, Xuan Fang!

In the lonely temple on a snowy night, Xuan Fang walked towards the land temple step by step. The pace is faltering, the loss is lost, the tears are flowing down, and the heart is like a knife!

"Brother Xuanzheng, you died because of me! If you leave tonight, I Xuanfang...... No more relatives ......"

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