The young owner really didn't care.

Not only did I not care, but I watched it with relish.

His eyes were always on the body of the white-clothed female swordsman, and he never left it.

caused Jiang Ran to start wondering, could it be that these two people deliberately played a game and wanted to kill all these people here?

Of course, this thought flashed through me.

Judging from the awe of this group of people for this young owner, as well as the martial arts he just showed, he didn't need to fake others if he wanted to kill this group.

"If this continues, I'm afraid these people are really going to die......"

Jiang Ran tilted his head, and he didn't mean to go down to save him.

These people are ruthless and not kind.

I don't know them, so there's really no need to make a move.

Li Tianxin is now in a crisis and fighting in the crowd, so he doesn't need to meddle in his affairs.

That being the case, just wait and see what happens.

His eyes turned again, and he looked at the nameless.

This person had already stood up, and the 'Fang Zhi' in his hand was rolled into a roll by him, and he held it in his hand and watched the situation on the field.

However, his eyes were mostly on Li Tianxin's body.

It seems that he is still very concerned about the safety of this 'Taoist friend'.

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly entered the entrance.

The sound was not loud, but it was like a pinprick that pierced the ear drums of everyone present.

The young owner finally removed his gaze from the white-clothed female swordsman, and saw a figure flying out of the tree, flashing into the crowd in an instant.

The changes under his feet are complicated, and there are many and mixed people here, but they can't stop him in the slightest.

Seeing the stitches, in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of the female swordsman in white, his right arm was empty, only a sleeve.

Now his shoulders shook, and the sleeves were like snakes, and the long sword in the woman's hand was wrapped into a knot.

The woman's brows frowned slightly, and the sword qi in her hand soared, wanting to shatter the sleeve.

The person who came didn't give her a chance, and the palm of her left hand roared out.

Jiang Ran recognized at a glance that the person who made the shot was the old man in the temple that had just broken it.

At the same time, he thought about how the woman should respond.

In his opinion, at this moment, he would either make a desperate bet and smash the sleeve first, and then cut off the person's arm.

It's just that if this move is a little late, it will be the first move, and then it will be a complete loss.

Secondly, you have to take this person's palm!

If it was Jiang Ran, he would definitely choose so.

His internal strength is close to a hundred years deep, and he has never been afraid of competing for internal strength.

Other than that, the last option is to abandon the sword and retreat first.

Just looking at her martial arts, her cultivation should be above the three-foot Qingfeng in her palm, and if she abandons the sword today, she is afraid that it will be difficult to get out.

These three thoughts flashed through my heart.

But I saw that the woman did not choose any of them, but she put her fingers together like a sword, and bent her fingers a little.

Airplanes!!!

The sword qi condensed three inches in front of her fingers, but it was indescribably sharp.

The old man's face changed slightly, and the air around him cheered, and under the implication, the rain around him moved with his internal breath, forming a strange rain curtain in this week.

Faintly, there is a state of boiling.

At this moment of lightning, the power of one finger and one palm has touched.

Palm power, sword energy, stirring up the Quartet.

But it is difficult to connect completely, and the distance between them is at least half a foot!

After such a stalemate of only two or three breaths, the old man raised his eyebrows, and there was already a red mark in his palm.

Immediately snorted coldly, there was a muffled sound under her feet, and a strong force was pushed out, and the woman suddenly took three or five steps back one after another.

The long sword in his hand also came out of the old man's sleeve.

The old man's figure did not move, but when he looked at this woman, his face was not good-looking.

With his age and status, this encounter can be said to be a big loss.

I couldn't help but nod my head again and again:

"Okay, well, it's really a generation of talented people, each leading the way for hundreds of years.

"The sword leader of this generation of the Danyang Sword Sect, I'm afraid it must be you!"

Danyang Sword Sect?

Jiang Ran pondered for a while, and then thought of the name he had heard of at the Heroes Meeting not long ago.

Dao Yi Sect and Danyang Sword Sect...... It should be one of the sects inherited from the Zhengxin Sect back then.

This woman turned out to be from the Danyang Sword Sect?

This body of kung fu is really extraordinary.

The woman's face was like frost, her eyes were unwavering from beginning to end, she looked at the old man in front of her, and said softly:

"Who are you?"

The old man's face sank again, and he chuckled:

"You're not qualified to know yet!"

At this point, he suddenly flipped his palm, and the palm of his hand was red.

This touch of redness seemed to pass from his palm all over his body in an instant.

Zhou's body seems to be shrouded in a layer of scorching sun!

The surrounding temperature soared, causing rain and fog to evaporate.

Seeing this, Li Tianxin couldn't help but be stunned:

"[Sun Divine Skill]! You are 'Yangjun' Duguyu! ”

"The junior has some insight!"

Dugu Yu glanced at Li Tianxin, and his body suddenly came together, and he went straight to the woman in white.

The woman in white was expressionless, but her eyes were faintly glowing with a sword.

The inner breath of the whole body condensed a little, and the long sword in his hand was horizontal, and then suddenly pointed out, and the body was like a shuttle across the sun and walked with the sword.

In an instant, it was already before that round of 'scorching sun', but it was only the direction of the sword, but it was blocked by a force of qi, and it was difficult to advance in the slightest.

Not only that, but the long sword in her palm actually began to reddens at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it was about to melt.

Seeing this, Jiang Ran couldn't help but sit up straight.

He knows that in addition to this Yang Jun Duguyu, there is also an old lady with quick hands and feet.

Just as I was thinking of this, I heard a chuckle coming:

"Duguyu, I haven't seen you for many years, but I am getting more and more angry, and I actually came here to bully a little girl."

The voice was in the crowd, but in the middle of a sentence, it changed eighteen positions one after another.

When the last word fell, it was exactly behind the woman in white.

I saw a man dressed in colorful clothes, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, and slowly leaned out a palm and imprinted it behind the woman in white.

The woman in white was shocked, and the red touch of the long sword in her hand was forced to retreat in a blink of an eye.

Immediately after that, I heard a loud bang!

The sword qi and an extremely hot internal breath instantly traveled in all directions.

The people around him were forced to retreat one after another, those who were strong in martial arts retreated three or five steps, and those who were weak in martial arts sat on the ground on the spot.

Again, he couldn't help but vomit blood from his mouth and was already seriously injured.

Dugu Yu flicked his sleeves and looked up at the person behind the woman in white, as if he didn't dare to recognize it.

After a moment, he tentatively spoke:

"Are you...... Unsung scholar? ”

"I haven't seen you for many years, is Brother Dugu okay?"

Dao Wuming clenched his fists slightly, and glanced at Li Tianxin again:

"Fellow Daoist, let's meet again."

Li Tianxin frowned slightly and did not respond.

The skill of the cold face is no less than that of the woman in white.