Murong Qingshan sneered, "Oh?

Lin Futian frowned.

On the side of the stubble-covered martial artist, the fire element and the electric element suddenly appeared, and the two elements were intertwined, that is, a lot of fireballs with purple thunder and lightning, which suddenly exploded next to the man, and the fire splashed everywhere, stirring up dust in the sky.

Many ordinary people around have fled here, not wanting to get into trouble, and the people in the teahouse have also retreated silently, and they have seen a lot of such things, which is not unusual. There are also many people in the same way, who are just watching from a distance, and they have naturally exercised some eyesight. The young man with a permeable smile could actually control the fusion and fusion of the two elements in such a short period of time without moving, which is not something that ordinary people can easily do. And the handsome man in black with a sword was even more unfathomable, although his hand was not on the hilt of the sword, but the weather around him made it easy for people to think that he could handle everything without holding a sword at all. And the few people around this man don't look like ordinary people, they all have their own unique skills, but because of the existence of the man in black, it is difficult for them to show their strong side.

For the stubble-faced martial arts, these people know very little, the records of martial arts in the book are very vague, they only have a general impression, most of them are ordinary people who are difficult to absorb the free aura between heaven and earth, and they are forced to embark on the road of martial arts in the difficult situation of cultivation, this road is actually to some extent, it is more difficult than becoming a god, so it is not surprising that there are very few martial artists in this world, if it is a martial arts, then the pain that needs to be borne is far greater than the so-called of those who cultivate"Bottleneck". Therefore, when many people learn that it is difficult for them to make great progress in their own cultivation, when they are faced with another path, they retreat from the difficulty.

But there is another saying in the cultivation world, that is, in the same realm, it is difficult for cultivators and martial artists to win against each other. Because the spiritual power of cultivators is consumed very quickly, and they need to be replenished by spiritual energy, and those martial artists who do not need to rely on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth only need to rely on their own cultivation of tenacity and huge destructive power, they can fight endlessly.

"Tickle me, uncle?"

A lazy voice came from the slowly clearing dust and smoke.

Murong Qingshan was worried that the fire in his stomach was nowhere to go, and now he met a brainless person who was actually a martial artist, do you think that with your brute strength, you can do whatever you want? Heh, for such a headless and brainless person with no background, I have seen too much, and I am embarrassed to bully them, but these fly-like things are always calling around you, annoying people, and I just want to crush them.

The stubble-covered man slowly came out of the dust, brushed his sleeve up his arm, and looked at the ugly man with interest. "Hey, do you really want to kill me?"

Murong Qing

Shan actually wanted to laugh for a moment, he glanced at the eye-catching guy, and then said, "Guess what?"

The man smiled, "I don't want to guess, but I think it's the way I thought," he looked up, the corners of his mouth curled, "In that case, don't blame me for dying." ”

Murong Qingshan was a little angry and was about to draw his sword, but after the man finished speaking, there was no trace of him in front of him.

Lin Futian smiled and folded his hands on his sleeves.

The young monk smiled and folded his hands.

Murong Qingshan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly retreated, hovering in the air for a few moments before landing on the ground, and those purple-black traces of spiritual power could still be seen in the air. He gasped, a little surprised.

In front of Murong Qingshan, that is, where he was before, a deep pit suddenly appeared, bottomless, deep and deep.

Smoke and dust were everywhere, and the sound of the wind was whistling in my ears.

"Alas, I accidentally made it too big. "From the deep pit came up a man dressed in coarse linen clothes, and he had some oil stains on his chicken legs, which looked dirty, but he actually liked it very much, because with his excellent sense of smell, whenever he felt hungry, the oil stains on the chicken legs on his clothes were the gospel of a flat stomach, and he was reluctant to wash them off. He rubbed his ears, flicked off the dust inside his ears, twisted his neck, looked at Murong Qingshan in front of him, and suddenly smiled. "Hahaha...... Even with your frightened look, you dare to say that you want to take my life?" After he finished laughing, his face gradually became serious, and he said word by word: "Who gave you the guts?"

The murderous aura is even more murderous than Murong Qingshan's murderous aura, and it is more pure, just like the most primitive ** who wants to kill. This is something that is difficult to see on peers, even some old people are estimated to have such a pure murderous aura, but this young man who doesn't seem to be very old has done it, it seems that his martial arts road has been ahead of everyone early, far ahead.

Lin Futian nodded slightly in approval.

The people of Lomé were very happy to see it, because the villain seemed to finally know the truth that "there are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains", and when they thought of this, they were even happier when they thought about it. They watched the exciting battle in front of them, and silently cheered for the man with a stubble on his face.

The two sides of justice and evil, even if there is no very clear boundary, but in the eyes of everyone at this moment, the man with a stubble on his face is the one who represents the righteous side, and the person called "Murong Qingshan" is the one who represents the evil side. Since ancient times, it has been an immutable truth that evil does not prevail over good, and in their eyes, it should naturally be so. So they all believed that the man with the stubble on his face would win.

And this man with a stubble on his face thinks so too.

He moved his wrist, and then said to Murong Qingshan: "Come on, have a good fight, as for whether to kill you or not, it depends on my heart." ”

Murong Qingshan's face was distorted, and his hand was on the hilt of his sword. He really had never been humiliated like this, and he was such an ordinary person, buried in a sea of people

The kind that can't be found, it's such a person, who dares to talk to himself like this, although this is not the Murong family, but how can he, Murong Qingshan, as a member of the Murong family, be so embarrassed outside the family?

He grinned and drew his sword slowly.

There were many visible purple thunderbolts lingering on Murong Qingshan, and under his feet, all the way to the man with a stubble on his face, there was a winding line of fire, all of which were composed of the purest fire element. It seems that this eldest prince of the Murong family is very familiar with the control of the fire element and the thunder element.

The man raised his eyebrows, naturally sensing the change in Murong Qingshan's momentum. He stomped his feet, shattering those lines of fire, then took a step forward and looked at Murong Qingshan with a smile.

I didn't expect this person to still have something, and he could actually use the fire element and the thunder element for this part.

This man deserves to be his opponent.

He rubbed his face, and then no longer concealed his thick breath, his knees were slightly bent, his arms were folded, and many "meanings" were condensed, just waiting for a punch and a kick in that moment.

Looking at the man whose momentum was constantly rising, Murong Qingshan only felt that his breathing was a little uncomfortable, he pulled out his sword, and two words were engraved on the sword: "Thunder". The sword is a good sword, it was taken by his father Murong Liehuang from the hands of a defeated person, it is said that the soul of that person was crushed by his father and fed this sword full of spirit, and the sword was tempered, so that the sword became very "heavy", before Murong Qingshan went to the place of trial, he could not afford to hold this sword, until he came back from the family's place of trial, he really picked up the sword and used it freely.

Murong Qingshan inserted the thunder on the ground in front of him, and that powerful aura was instantly dispersed.

Murong Qingshan's face changed a little better.

He looked at the person in front of him, who was actually a stranger, and the man also looked at him with a mocking expression.

Murong Qingshan leaned forward slightly.

The thunder in front of him suddenly flew up from the ground without warning, and after a spin of the circle, the tip of the sword pointed at the opposite person, and roared away. There were many purple thunderbolts on the sword, as if they were rolling thunder and lightning in the dark clouds that were about to thunder and rain. The air flow from the sword rushed through the ground and cut a deep gully in the ground, carrying a cloud of dust with it towards the man with his bare hands and fists.

Just as the sword was about to reach the man, the man with the stubble on his face made only one movement to make the sword return. He folded his palms together, clenched his fists, then opened his arms, and closed them again, his fists colliding together, just clamping the tip of the Thunder Sword.

The piercing sound of swords resounded all around.

The man just looked at the sword in front of him that was constantly releasing thunder and lightning fireballs, "The sword is a good sword, it's just a pity." ”

He squatted down on his knees slightly, then stood up again, and the mighty thunder sword was "bounced" back by his turbid breath, and landed at Murong Qingshan's feet, only a fingernail distance from his feet.

There was still a purple lightning on the man

It was a sizzling sound, but he didn't think so, just shook his arm gently.

The purple-black lightning quickly vanished, and it didn't seem to hurt him at all.

Lin Futian said with a smile: "It's really a rare martial artist, I didn't expect to meet such a pure martial artist, it seems that in this era, some people have played." ”

Lin Futian was full of emotion. He really didn't expect this martial artist to be much stronger than he expected, many of his moves are very simple, but not as simple as they seem, the "big meaning" can only be seen by those who know how to do it, and outsiders seem to be just a simple punch, but the content contained in this punch is something that many people can't comprehend in their lives.

"Under the big realm, there are only a few small realms that are difficult to divide. Lin Futian said in a deep voice.

Luo Mei was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

Lin Futian didn't answer, just smiled and looked at the battle situation in front of him.

Luo Mei stood on the edge of the forest burial sky, sulking.

She didn't speak either.

Mo Yunfu looked at the battle situation in front of him and felt that it was very interesting and thrilling, because he had never seen the fighting style of Wufu before, and now that he saw it, he felt that he had really earned it.

Zhao Jingzhi deliberately ignored the two of them in the battle, just looked at the weather around the two thoughtfully, her eyes were glowing with a faint white light, hazy, like restrained moonlight.

Murong Qingshan looked at the thunder that fell at his feet, and didn't know what to say.

He really met a master today. The person in front of him with a stubble on his face, he would never be able to beat him, because no matter whether he was murderous or sword, he couldn't cause the slightest damage to that person, and he consumed so much spiritual power, but that person still had a long and continuous breath, as if he could always consume it with himself.

Murong Qingshan thought about it, but still picked up the thunder on the ground, put it in the scabbard, and prepared to cultivate the sword qi and attack again.

Just as he was about to draw his sword.

A man suddenly appeared in front of him. He rubbed the stubble on his chin, pressed his left hand on Murong Qingshan's sword, he smiled, and said, "The matter has come to this point, so don't develop to the point of no return." I have a good heart today, and it is not appropriate to kill, so you should stop suffering and don't really die at my hands at that time. At that point, even if you want to regret it, you won't have a chance. The man looked at Murong Qingshan with a smile, but his eyes were very cold, making people believe that what he said was true, he was really sure to kill this person, and it didn't take any effort.

Murong Qingshan's hand holding the sword couldn't move, his smile was a little stiff, and the murderous aura and sword aura were suppressed in his body, and he couldn't get out at all, just like the pure martial artist in front of him blocked all the exits of his aura, and then exhausted the spiritual power in his body. Therefore, Murong Qingshan only felt that he was all in another heaven and earth at the moment, without aura, dry and dead. Here, he couldn't feel the existence of the aura at all, Da Qianshi

In the world, there is no element at all, there is nothing, and in such darkness, it is difficult not to become a real "blind man".

The snow-white sword light that was an inch out of the sheath slowly retracted.

Murong Qingshan's face was unremarkable. Needless to say, tonight's events would become an indelible stain on his cultivation path, and he stared at the harmless man in front of him, the corners of his mouth hooked and his face distorted.

The man did not hide his gaze at all, and his face was not afraid.

He just looked at his face and said, "You're smiling so ugly." ”

Murong Qingshan smirked, "Really?"

The man walked past him and said, "Go and look in the mirror yourself." And then he swaggered away.

He hummed a little song, and his heart was happy.

Murong Qingshan looked at the back of the man leaving, and said in his heart, "You wait!"

He turned his head to look at Lin Futian and his party, and said, "Enough trouble?"

Lin Futian smiled: "It's still unfinished, don't you play for a while?"

Murong Qingshan heard the irony in Lin Futian's words, he smiled, still sinister, and said, "We will meet again." Next time, it's you. ”

Because Murong Qingshan really had no spiritual power, it was inconvenient to consume any more time and Lin Futian to do some senseless battles. He urgently needed a quiet place to recuperate now. The fight with that person made the flow of his breath up and down unpleasant, and it caused damage similar to thunder explosions in many key positions, wearing out a lot of spiritual power in his body to the "road", and he couldn't help but palpitate.

If that person really wants to take his own life, then does he really have a chance to survive in his hands?

As soon as he thought of this, Murong Qingshan couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

Lin Futian looked at Murong Qingshan. , said with a blank face: "That person is not wrong, you are really ugly with a smile." ”

Murong Qingshan ignored Lin Burial Heaven, and suddenly circles of purple electric light appeared on him, slowly "wrapping" him, and then only saw that those electric lights gradually turned black, and Murong Qingshan disappeared.

Lin Futian smiled.

The ability to escape is top-notch.

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A crazy painter leaned against the wall, he looked at the bustling streets, and laughed: "If the mind grows branches, will the soul still feel uneasy?"

Qi Xiangqi looked at the street, holding a paintbrush in his hand and dotting ink on it.

Suddenly, he slapped his head violently, "Oops, I forgot to bring my drawing paper." ”