Thank you for your tolerance.

Looking at Yan Duwu's face without a trace of blood, his ordinary proud and vivid delicate face was as white as a layer of white ash, and he was full of guilt.

Regardless of the usual relationship, this time it was undoubtedly his fault.

If he hadn't misjudged the clues, Yan Duwu would not have fallen into such a situation.

But I didn't expect that the usual Yan solo dance has no heart, loves impulsiveness, and uses less brain, but this time he actually moved his heart and left a clue, and behaved so prominently.

Extrapolating from her usual performance, it is natural to guess wrong.

"How's the injury?" Tan Weiran reached out to hug Yan Duwu and helped her up, who was weak in all fours: "I was chasing the clues halfway, and suddenly thought that according to normal terms, my body speed can't catch up with you at all, and then I thought that you might walk these three guys in circles......"

Don't look at Tan Weiran's mouth is relaxed, in fact, with Yan Duwu's usual performance, it really makes people not guess in this direction at all.

Does she have such a brain? Does she use her brain? It turns out that not only does she have, but she can use her brain when necessary.

Tan Weiran danced with the soft Yan solo, looking at the girl's gray face gradually darkening, giving people the feeling of a white dying swan bending its neck, waiting for death to come. couldn't help but tighten his heart, and said in a condensed voice: "You're okay, right?"

A pair of eyelids were raised slightly, Yan Duwu didn't even have the strength to speak, only was supported by Tan Weiran softly, otherwise he couldn't stand at all, and his legs would be paralyzed into a pile of mud as soon as his legs were weak.

Seeing this, Tan Weiran let out a breath, as long as the person didn't die on the spot, she couldn't die, and she suddenly felt a lot easier: "The clues you left this time are too prominent." It's completely out of your usual performance, and it's completely unexpected. Next time, don't do this kind of thing that doesn't fit your identity and your mind again. ”

"Guess you're big!" Yan Duwu gritted her teeth, feeling like she wanted to mock her no matter how she heard it.

Guess? It's hard to guess? How many times have you studied in the 12 years of the Little Secret Realm, in terms of body method alone, which time can you keep up with me!

You stupid!

Yan danced solo with a pair of beautiful eyes and stared at Tan Weiran. I almost burst out of anger, thinking with hatred in my heart. She has no strength, otherwise she will definitely jump three feet high and bite this guy to death.

"Well, it seems that the phrase that the scourge will last for a thousand years still makes a lot of sense. Seeing that she still had the strength to be angry, he knew that she couldn't die, and guessed that she was catalyzing essence blood. Deliberately ignoring the angry gaze, she was even more angry and trembling.

Look, if it weren't for her lack of strength, I'm afraid that according to her usual temperament, she would immediately jump up and fight with Tan Weiran for 300 rounds. As for the enemy who is not an enemy, it is estimated that she would have been thrown aside and ignored nine years ago.

As for her now, it may not be possible to say how much she has changed. That impulse is still there, that pride is still there. Merely. Tan Weiran was a stranger to her back then, but now after getting along over the years, even if there are occasional-for-tat, there will be some differences.

Looking at her gradually ruddy face, Tan Weiran knew that the essence blood was working magically, and glanced at He Feilong and the two of them to take off from the wall. said casually: "If you can't die, quickly find a place to lie down and breathe slowly, don't die in the aftermath of the battle." ”

"One of them is in the middle of the amaterarum, and the other is in the late stage of the amaterail, so you have to be careful. Don't be killed on the spot, just lose your own face, don't lose the face of the sect. Yan Duwu, who had recovered a certain amount of true qi, snorted proudly, not losing at all, but also pointing out the other party's cultivation, and the poor He Renmad was ignored by her: "If you lose your face, I am not responsible for recovering it." ”

Don't look at the-for-tat on your lips, you have not checked it, and you know it in your heart. Yan Duwu has a talisman spiritual weapon, and the injury is not too serious, mainly due to the depletion of true qi and physical strength, if you want to recover your combat strength, you can never do it with a drop of essence blood.

With Yan Duwu's cultivation, it is estimated that at most a few drops of crimson essence blood will not be able to consume essence blood. After all, not everyone's situation can be compared to him.

Looking at the world, when others travel to the realm, they can save a few drops of essence blood at most, but he has saved twenty drops of essence blood at most, which can be called unique and unparalleled in the world.

Importantly...... Tan Weiran squinted his eyes, and swept away with a faint cold glow, if he couldn't solve the battle, even if Duoyan danced alone, it would be useless.

"It's you?!"

Standing in the corner of the garden, He Renfang saw Tan Weiran's appearance, and was immediately stunned, and sneered randomly: "I guessed that you have something to do with this dead girl, from the Little Egg Wasteland to the Earth Ghost City before, you pretended to be okay, and did the drama all the way, do you think you can hide it from anyone?"

He Feilong's eyes flashed, he looked at He Ren and asked a few words, only then did he show a sudden expression, and talked about it in detail: "It turned out to be you, you are really a gang, and you jumped out to seek death at the critical moment." That's too good to dare ......."

"Since you're here, leave your life behind!"

Thinking of being slashed by a sword before, He Feilong's face immediately sank, and he only felt a hot pain in his face. Stepping forward, the ground trembled, and in the blink of an eye, the person was already approaching to talk about it, and a pair of iron fists burst out, making a thunderous sensation.

"Just measure the strength of Shenzhao in the later stage!" Tan Weiran's mind turned sharply, and between his backpalms, the Shutu Sword jumped in his hand, concentrating and calming his backhand with a sword, cutting through the air and making a whooshing sound of breaking the air.

Overlord Sword!

A brilliant golden light flickered in the air, as if shuttling through space, and in the blink of an eye, He Feilong was shocked in his heart, only to realize that it was too late to dodge.

I only heard a crisp sound, and this wisp of gold slashed He Feilong's chest.

"Hey, carving insect skills, dare to use it to embarrass people......" As soon as he realized that this was sword intent, He Renfang sneered, he didn't believe that sword intent could threaten his thirteenth uncle ancestor.

However, before his words fell, He Feilong's seventh-order magic robe was torn and cracked, and his palms revealed a little glow and trembled faintly. This sword intent was unexpectedly sharp, almost cutting his palm.

Talking about Weiran frowning, the overlord sword deduced by him is indestructible, and only this kind of veteran Shenzhao strong man dares to take it with his hand, and he can still be safe.

I can't help but admit that the sword intent is basically no threat to the later stage of Shenzhao.

If you change to a young monk, you will meet such an old and strong man. Once the best skill cannot be attacked, I am afraid that it will inevitably die.

Fortunately, Tan Weiran is no one else, except for the Overlord Sword, he knows a lot, and the number of specialized skills may not be too much to lose to the old powerhouses. For example, the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword, and then for example......

The Five Elements are in a hurry!

A sword without any suspense can not attack, Tan Weiran raised his eyebrows at the same time, shook his body and rubbed his body straight up, when the palms were divided and closed, the unique fist faintly shrouded a side of the world, and the aura surged, turning into a part of the power.

"Iron rope across the river!"

He Feilong snorted coldly, and his arm trembled. Like an iron arm across the sky, only a pair of iron arms loom in the boiling aura, which can suppress all the waves and turmoil, and it is really worthy of the name of the iron rope across the river.

Looking at Tan Weiran's rush without dodging, the corners of He Feilong's mouth became even colder, thinking that this kid even dared to ignore the strength of the Divine Illumination Realm and the Spirit Journey Realm, and dared to resist hard, it was useless not to die.

Then blow up this kid with one move!

Let this kid see. The true power of the Divine Illumination Realm is definitely not something that these young people can provoke!

Lin Yuan and He Renfang shook their heads again and again. A contemptuous sneer, playing melee combat in the middle of the spirit tour and the late stage of the god picture, as if there was no more stupid person and thing in this world. Watching the conversation is like seeing a fool or megalomaniac who is killing himself.

Close combat is the most dangerous and the most powerful battle.

It was clear to everyone that a monk with a high level of cultivation had a natural cultivation advantage in hand-to-hand combat. That's how "one force blocks ten meetings" came about. That's right, "down" means that you can't surrender ten meetings, and a "block" is more appropriate.

The wind brought out by the strength was blowing wildly in his ears, staring intently at the tall and burly He Feilong, and the fist of the iron rope across the river reached the peak. It almost gives people the illusion of being smashed to pieces.

The light and shadow are intertwined, Tan Weiran's face is expressionless, a ray of cold light leaks from his eyes, and the fists that condense the fist do not have earth-shattering momentum, but the power of the stumbling hand is vividly interpreted!

The overwhelming fists were intertwined, causing the aura to change, like a volcano erupting with the power of destroying the world, and the dust flew to cover the sky.

At this time, the most sensational collision finally occurred.

In terms of cultivation, Tan Weiran knows that the Tao is far inferior to the other party. However, he has one lesser-known ability: a terrible amount of physical strength!

He, not a moth.

The four-in-the-fold fusion of physical strength and fist spirit!

Tan Weiran's eyes became extremely sharp, almost like a peerless sword. The fist collision had an extremely strong force, which collapsed from the fist, like a mountain crushing from the chest. The terrifying force even caused the air to scream.

"Impossible!" As soon as He Feilong made contact, he felt a force rushing from Tan Weiran's fist, like a torrent, like a mountain smashing over, and he was immediately shocked: "How come!"

How could this kid have such terrifying strength? He Feilong dared to swear that he had never seen a monk of such strength in his life.

He Feilong, who was extremely shocked, didn't have time to think about it, and his sudden blow swelled a lot, and blood almost spurted out of his eyes. The blood and organs in the body were burned under the weight of an inexplicable force, until it seemed as if a flame was burning out of the body.

Rumble!

With Tan Weiran and He Feilong as the center, the wind was wrapped in qi and rushed in all directions, and the flowers and plants in the garden were blown apart by the destruction and decay, and the sky was full of dust. The end is a huge scene!

He Feilong's eyes were shocked, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the golden body glow burst out before he would lose his strength, looking at the golden body glow that was not yet talking, he blurted out in shock: "Fifth Order Golden Body?!"

At the same time, Tan Weiran snorted lowly, holding back the pain of tearing his internal organs, and the blood-colored mist splattered from the pores of his body remained for a long time, like a meteor flying upside down.

It seems that Tan Weiran carefully designed the route of Lu, and Yan Duwu saw each other and caught each other. Wrapped in the remaining strength of He Feilong's powerful punch, he smashed through a wall with a bang and fled towards the portal, throwing himself into it and disappearing. (To be continued......)