Murong chased the wind and palmed the wind like waves, and the waves went straight down to Ye Chuan.

In the main hall, Tuoba Xiong and Feng Ren and other masters of the real human realm all stood up solemnly, secretly surprised. With such cultivation at a young age, Murong Chasing Feng is really worthy of his reputation, and being able to cultivate such a genius, it is no wonder that the Murong family can dominate the head of many wealthy families in the Great Qin Dynasty...

Since ancient times, the cultivation sects have claimed to be detached from the world, and they don't look down on the worldly families very much, and they often regard the worldly families attached to them as vassals, and use them to collect worldly resources. But over the past few hundred years, the situation has gradually changed, and the secular families have begun to grow and develop, while many cultivation sects have begun to decline and deteriorate.

Seeing Murong chasing the wind, many masters of the cultivation sect were moved, knowing that it was time to re-examine the strength of the worldly family.

Ye Chuan, whose body was swaying from side to side, suddenly began to retreat.

Murong Chasing the Wind slapped up with the wind like a wave, the speed was faster than the wind, and Ye Chuan's speed was not slow, and he always kept an arm's length away from Murong Chasing Wind's palm. It seemed that he was standing on the cusp of the wind and waves, and was pushed away by Murong Chasing's palm wind.

The monk fivefold is against the real person fivefold, and it is naturally not an opponent to touch Ye Chuan head-on. However, after refining the blood of the demon dragon and condensing a demon dragon talisman, his body transformed again, and the Peerless Escape Technique became more handy.

Murong Chasing Feng suddenly stopped, looking at Ye Chuan, who had a strange body, his face was even more ugly.

The first palm attack missed, and it slapped on Ye Chuan's shadow; this second palm didn't miss, but it was almost a little bit too late to shoot and couldn't catch up, and there was nowhere to focus on the strength of the air, it felt too bad, too uncomfortable.

"Yes, the speed is very good, but it seems that there is still a little bit to reach the realm of chasing the wind as you like. Anyway, I don't dare to brag about myself like that, chasing birds is pretty much the same. Murong Gongzi, otherwise, how about simply calling you to chase the bird in the future?" Ye Chuan also stopped, and stood two or three meters away with a generous face, looking like he didn't look at Murong Chasing the Wind at all.

Bird Chaser?

The onlookers couldn't help laughing, and some of them burst out laughing.

Everyone is a wind chaser, how talented and chic it sounds, but when it comes to Ye Chuan's mouth, it is good, and he has changed it to a bird chaser...

"Boy, you ......"

Murong Chaifeng was a little angry and crazy, and suddenly understood why Liu Hong hated Ye Chuan so much. This guy's mouth is sharper than a knife, and he is ashamed of his heart when he listens with his low hand, and the master will be unstable when he listens...

Murong Chaifeng was really angry, his body shook, and he flew up again, still slapping it with one palm. said that he was going to slap Ye Chuan in public, and he was going to do what he said... This time, the speed was faster, and he brought up afterimages one after another, making people wonder where he was going to pounce from. Missing twice in a row, Murong Chasing Feng was angry, and he also learned to be smart, and he didn't dare to underestimate Ye Chuan, who looked ordinary in his cultivation.

"Senior brother, be careful, hide..."

Zhu Sijia exclaimed, and at the same time, he wondered why Ye Chuan hadn't summoned the old demon Hei Kui and the Siren Girl in the Qinglian space. Although he didn't understand what was going on, after a glimpse of the ghost king's big chess, and seeing Ye Chuan suddenly summon a human-faced snake and a puppet doll to help in the battle, Zhu Sijia knew that Ye Chuan must have his killer weapon. If you don't show it at this time, how long will you wait?

"Hahahaha, want to hide?

Murong Chasing the Wind laughed, his shot was like the wind, it was obviously a move, but it looked like he had slapped more than a hundred palms at the same time, and his body was erratic. Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, he slapped Ye Chuan on the shoulder, and the two collided together. He just shook his body, but Ye Chuan was shocked and flew out, and his steps staggered.

"Hahaha, boy, you're crazy... Go on, why aren't you crazy? Aren't you very powerful?" Murong was chasing the wind aggressively, and when he thought of Ye Chuan's four words 'Chasing Birds', his heart became angry, and his white and pure face gritted his teeth and became hideous.

"Average, not very powerful, just a little bit better than you. Bird Chaser, you lose, think about it, what should you have if you don't have the surname Murong? Don't say that you want to change your surname Ye, don't embarrass the surname Ye. Ye Chuan sneered, slowly calmed down the disordered aura in his body, and glanced at Murong Chaifeng's collar intentionally or unintentionally, where there was a small golden cicada.

The moment the bodies collided together, Ye Chuan let Murong Chaifeng slap his palm on his shoulder, summoned the six-winged golden cicada and secretly flicked his fingers. On the surface, he lost, but secretly left a killing move on Murong Chaifeng.

If someone else is someone else, even if it is a real realm master, he can't do this, and he doesn't dare to take such a risk, but Ye Chuan did it. Murong Chasing the Wind's palm, the power is really powerful, enough to destroy steel and break iron. If Ye Chuan hadn't refined the demon dragon blood, his body was extremely strong, and his body would not have been able to bear it just by taking a palm from him.

Murong Chaifeng's laughter stopped abruptly, his face was embarrassed, and his face was blue and white. As soon as Ye Chuan said this, the feeling of winning was gone, and he remembered his previous words. If you can't slap Ye Chuan in three moves, you won't be surnamed Murong, and although the third palm finally slapped Ye Chuan, it hit him on the left shoulder and didn't slap his face. Breaking his promise in public, how can this be embarrassing?

has been arrogant for many years, and finally tasted the bitter fruit, Murong Chafeng, who has always been lawless and pretentious in the capital, has a hot face.

"Murong Gongzi, what are you doing talking to this kid so much, kill him directly..."Liu Hong took a few steps forward, skillfully chasing the wind for Murong to relieve the siege, a pair of big eyes that used to be full of viciousness.

"Boy, you forced me, let you see the power of my Murong family's wind-chasing knife technique, and taste the taste of the heavenly sword. It's definitely your honor to die under the Heavenly Sword..."

Liu Hong woke up the person in the dream with a word, Murong Chasing the Wind reacted, and suddenly sacrificed a half-human-high long knife, and flew towards Ye Chuan.

Compared with ordinary knives, this knife is obviously much longer, the back of the knife is thick, the blade is thin and sharp, and the blade is curved with a fatal arc. A knife slashed out, with an arm-long blade, the air within a radius of 100 meters sank, and then rippled and twisted, as if it had been torn apart by the invisible knife qi. In the main hall, the swords in people's hands trembled in unison, as if they were about to get out of their hands uncontrollably.

Heavenly Sword...

Murong Chasing Feng was furious and sacrificed the heirloom of the Murong family. According to legend, this is a great killing weapon left by a saint called the Sword Saint millions of years ago, and then somehow fell into the hands of the ancestors of the Murong family, becoming a peerless treasure that the ancestors of the Murong family killed in all directions and laid the foundation of the family.

"Awesome, this is the legendary Heavenly Sword?"

"As soon as the Heavenly Sword comes out, it won't be sheathed if it doesn't see blood, this disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect is dead..."

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The masters from all walks of life, who were watching coldly, were in a commotion again, and Tuoba Bird struggled to jump in front of his father Tuoba Bear, unable to speak, but asked his father to make a move with a pair of teary eyes. Tuoba Xiong turned his face to the side, as if he didn't see it, at the edge of the stone forest, he had already saved Ye Chuan once, and he would never save him a second time.

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