"Sword Formation!"

Drinking violently, including Zhang Yuan, the eight disciples of the Sword Pavilion took out their swords at the same time, and the sharp sword qi moved in all directions, condensing into a cyan sword qi in the blink of an eye, soaring into the sky, and in an instant, it forcibly blocked the violent thunder in the air, and the originally crumbling defense line was immediately stabilized.

The reason why the Sword Pavilion can become one of the top forces in the Outer Heaven is to a large extent, it relies on the sword array, the sword array used by the disciples of the Sword Pavilion is actually just a simplified version, if it is in the Sword Pavilion, there are eight thousand disciples at the same time, the power is almost earth-shattering, even if it is a strong person at the peak of the Holy Rank, it can only return with a feather, and even if it goes a little slower, it may be killed on the spot.

Now that these disciples of the Sword Pavilion have almost completely condensed into a whole with the sword array, even if they are ordinary saint-level powerhouses, it is difficult to defeat them in a short period of time!

Of course, if you really put it right with the Holy Rank powerhouse, I'm afraid that before they can form a sword formation, they will already be broken through!

Rao is like this, with the existence of the sword array, it is enough for the disciples of the Sword Pavilion to support themselves under this violent thunder, and there is even residual strength.

"Everyone, be careful, someone's coming. As he spoke, a Sword Pavilion disciple suddenly reminded in a loud voice.

In the distance, a faint blood shadow stepped out from the thunder, unaffected, even if the sword array had been laid out, these Sword Pavilion disciples couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, and looked at the vague blood shadow in the distance with some horror.

"Huh?" A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the corners of the young man's mouth revealed a touch of coldness, and he said, "It's actually a person from the Sword Pavilion? ”

"Who is Your Excellency?" a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and one of the Sword Pavilion disciples asked in a deep voice.

"Who am I, you are not qualified to know, it is almost the same here with Zhang Yifeng. With a hint of contempt in his eyes, the young man said lightly.

Opening his mouth is Zhang Yifeng, and there is not the slightest fear in his words, not to mention anything else, this tone alone is definitely not something that ordinary people can have, even if these Sword Pavilion disciples are for a while, their momentum can't help but be seized.

"Your Excellency's good tone, but if you really have the guts, it is better to go to my Sword Pavilion to compete with Senior Brother Zhang Yifeng! Even if you are competing with Senior Brother Mo Yan, now that you are here to play with us, aren't you afraid of them, and only dare to pretend in front of us?"

"It's kind of interesting. With his hands on his shoulders, the young man said lazily, "Zhang Yifeng, I will learn in person in the future, as for what you said Mo Yanmo, isn't it the master of this broken sword?"

As he spoke, the young man's wrist flipped slightly, and a broken sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and just as it appeared, the fierce sword intent made everyone feel cold, and they almost didn't collapse.

The coercion of the broken sword is not enough, the attached psychological pressure is the most terrifying, you know, this broken sword is in Mo Yan's hands, why did it suddenly come to the hands of this strange young man in front of him now?

In this way, could it be that Mo Yan had already died in the hands of the other party?

Although Mo Yan is far from being able to compare with Zhang Yifeng, his strength has also been recognized by everyone, especially with the broken sword in his hand, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion have never worried about Mo Yan's safety at all, but all of this has collapsed at this moment! What the other party said may be fake, but the broken sword in his hand is real, as long as he is a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, there is no reason why he can't recognize it.

"Don't look at me like that. Shrugging his shoulders lazily, the young man said leisurely, "Mo Yan is indeed dead, but it is not me who did it, but Shenzi and Qing!"

"Impossible! Shenzi and Qing are mortal enemies, this is well known, how can they join forces to deal with Senior Brother Mo Yan?"

"Believe it or not. Rolling his eyes disdainfully, the young man lazily waved the broken sword, and said leisurely, "I'm not interested in talking nonsense with you, who is Zhang Yuan's? Obediently follow me, I am entrusted by someone to take you away." ”

Zhang Yuan?

This sentence made these Sword Pavilion disciples a little stunned, the other party appeared with such fanfare, it was actually to find Zhang Yuan?

Almost subconsciously, everyone's eyes fell on Zhang Yuan.

"You are Zhang Yuan, you are Zhang Yifeng's younger brother, and I don't want to fall into the reputation of bullying my opponent's family, so you better go with me obediently, so as not to hurt the harmony." With his hands on his shoulders, the young man spoke leisurely.

For a moment, Zhang Yuan's face couldn't help but change suddenly, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, and then spoke, "What does Your Excellency want to do?"

"You're not qualified to ask me questions. There was a touch of killing intent in his eyes, and the young man's hand broke off the sword and trembled slightly, when even a shocking sword aura erupted, in an instant, the sword intent had already fallen fiercely on the sword formation formed by everyone.

"Boom!"

The impact of the distance, in an instant, even swept away the surrounding thunder power, in addition to the sword qi that bloomed from the broken sword, it was also mixed with the purest killing origin breath, in a trance, everyone felt an irrepressible fear in their bodies, and the momentum was instantly snatched, just one blow, the sword array was shattered!

"Killing Sword, you are the heir of the Killing King, blood-colored wind marks!"

A sword fell, and finally a Sword Pavilion disciple recognized the identity of the other party in shock, but he believed what the other party said.

"It's a bit of a vision. Nodding approvingly, the young man did not hide it, his hand broke the sword and trembled slightly, and another sword qi flew out, and between breaths, Zhang Yuan was pressed to the ground, and the strength of his body was suppressed in an instant, and he had no power to fight back at all.

"Since you refuse to disperse the sword formation, then give me death!"

With a sneer, the young man exuded a killing intent like a substance, and between his breaths, the killing sword suddenly flew out, and in an instant, he took the lives of two people in a row.

"Run, run!" Originally, the strength of the other party was terrifying enough, and now there was a broken sword in his hand, which was far from what everyone in the Sword Pavilion could compete with, and in an instant, it shattered everyone's fighting spirit, and the remaining six people spread out in six directions at the same time, in order to exchange for a glimmer of life.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and the young man sneered and looked at the people who were scattering and fleeing, "Count your good luck, alive, go back and help me bring a message to Zhang Yifeng, let him wash his neck and wait for me to take his surname." ”

The moment the words fell, the young man had already turned into a bloody shadow in one step, closely following the direction of Zhang Yuan's escape, and in the blink of an eye, he was in everyone's sight.

"Why are you pretending to be a blood-colored wind mark?" Away from everyone's sight, Zhang Yuan suddenly stopped and asked in a deep voice.

For a moment, the young man's body froze slightly, and then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You are very smart." ”

With a flick of his hand, Zhang Yuan was thrown away, and the young man wiped his face, and in a blink of an eye, he changed back to his original appearance, and it was exactly the square inch.

"They don't know, but I understand that you are also proficient in the origin of killing, or rather, in fact, the Shadow Killer is just your disguise, and you are the real blood-colored wind mark at all?"

"Whatever you want. Shaking his head noncommittally, Fang Cun said leisurely, "You just need to remember what you promised me." ”

A scorching light flashed in his eyes, and Zhang Yuan immediately spoke, "I promised you, I will naturally do it, but what did you promise me?"

Being in the Thunder Domain, Zhang Yuancai felt more and more the difficulty of stepping into the Holy Order, if there was no external force, it would be impossible for him to step into the Holy Rank in a short period of time, even if he tried hard, it was useless.

"Of course I can give you the Origin of Killing, but not now. There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and Fang Cun said lightly, "Don't forget, our plan, if you have the origin of killing now, wouldn't it be obvious that it makes people suspicious?"

At the mention of this, Zhang Yuan suddenly calmed down a lot, "What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple, Zhang Yuan is dead from now on. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Fang Cun said softly, "I will help you transform into the appearance of a Sword Pavilion disciple who just died, as for how you lie after you go back, it's your problem! If you can't pass this level and you die, then don't blame me." ”

His eyes froze slightly, but Zhang Yuan also understood the meaning of Fang Cun, and nodded vigorously. In fact, he already knew part of the whole plan when he was in Thundercloud City, and now, it is just a specific implementation.

As he spoke, Fang Cun took out many bottles and cans from his body, but in just a few minutes, Zhang Yuan had already become the same as the previous Sword Pavilion disciple, although the aura could not be exactly the same, but the same Sword Pavilion disciple was also very easy to imitate, so it was not a big problem.

Nodding with satisfaction, Fang Cun immediately said lightly, "Okay, you go to them yourself, don't get involved in other things, the thunder domain should be closed within three days." ”

Three days, this time was calculated by the little devil, and Fang Cun did not doubt his exact surname, but before this minefield was completely closed, it seemed that he really had a lot of things to do.

"Wait a minute, Mo Yan him?" After hesitating, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but ask.

"What I just said is not a lie, Miko and Haru are not as simple as you think. A hint of coldness overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and Fang Cun said leisurely, "Of course, I am also very skeptical that Miko and Qing can leave the center of the Thunder Domain alive. ”

The words fell, but Fang Cun was lazy to take care of Zhang Yuan, and in a shake, he easily disappeared from Zhang Yuan's sight.

Silently looking at the back of Fang Cun leaving, Zhang Yuan took a deep breath, there were still some things that he couldn't think of, but now they were completely clear, no wonder the other party wanted to cooperate with him, it turned out that he was the heir of the king who killed him? In this way, even he was very jealous of his brother, right? Otherwise, there would be no need to come up with this kind of trick!

At this moment, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but be a little shaken in his heart, even if he was very jealous of Zhang Yifeng in his heart, when he really thought of making a move on Zhang Yifeng, he was still a little afraid!

Or, even if he does it, does he really have a chance to kill Zhang Yifeng, who has never been defeated since he became a Taoist?

(To be continued)

『三七 Chinese .〗 Hanyu pinyin "三七 Chinese" is simple and easy to remember