The one on the left laughed and burst into the sky, the sound shook in all directions, and his demeanor clearly regarded Zhu Yuntian as a side dish.

A Yan solo on the right has a delicate face, obviously full of unconvinced, she thinks that what Tan Weiran can do, she can do, and she can do better.

Neither of them noticed, and the conceited and proud Zhu Yuntian trembled, his heart had fallen into the abyss, and his face was extremely bleak.

Xu Weiran, Yan solo!

From the moment he recognized Xu Weiran, Zhu Yuntian was so shocked that he shuddered covertly, and the blood flow in his body suddenly rushed wildly. Rao is no matter how conceited he is, he also knows the gap in strength with Xu Weiran, otherwise, it is not called conceit, but a problem with his brain.

It's not about self-confidence. Xu Weiran's strength is widely recognized, killing a strong person may be an accident or a coincidence, killing two, that is a complete embodiment of strength.

If you participate in martial arts, you are almost the first in martial arts. In any list, if there is the name of Xu Weiran, it must be among the best. Undoubtedly, the most outstanding young monks of this generation in the three hundred generations of the Lu Realm must have a place.

And Yan Duwu is one of the people who has defeated Zhu Yuntian, which can be said to have frustrated his self-confidence in one fell swoop. In the torment of a series of setbacks, Zhu Yuntian spent a lot of effort to get back on his feet and gradually regained his self-confidence.

And now, there is a talk on the left, and a swallow solo on the right. He has a strong advantage against any one, but what about two? The pressure brought by the two young powerhouses is absolutely beyond imagination.

Zhu Yuntian was so disheartened that he could hardly see the slightest hope, and at this moment he even felt that he was the most unlucky person in the world. Why did these two people come together and appear together? On the front line of life and death, apart from life, nothing else can be thought about.

Against Liu Qingfeng and others, he is very powerful. And on the talk of Wei Ran and Yan solo dance. He's just a plate of dishes. Rao is Zhu Yuntian struggled to condense his sword spirit to face the battle, but it was still nothing more than that.

The silver snake danced wildly in the purple mist, exuding the majesty of thunder and lightning. It is a sword that turns into thunder, and the sword qi becomes nine tribulations.

Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword!

With a swing of the sword, the purple condensed together, and it seemed that thunder and lightning seemed to be real in it. It's like a raging river. Cover all in a flash.

"Ahh

Who's the waste?

If it is divided according to strength, except for the most powerful one in the world, who is not a waste?

When Pei Donglai was invincible in the world, was the Qingdi a waste? When the Qingdi became the first person in the wasteland, could it be that others were a waste? If you really want to say this, how many people are embarrassed.

Carefully chew on the thoughts that flow through your thoughts. Tan Weiran digested these in his heart and became his own perception precipitation. There is a wisp of peace, and it is precisely this wisp of peace that shows a strong enough irony the more the waste is said heartily:

"This sword, for all the mud in the world. ”

Fear spread in Zhu Yuntian's heart, and the powerful overwhelming force finally made him understand that he was really invincible.

Like a meteor rumbling into a hill. It's like being inlaid on top. The talisman on his body snapped and his energy was gone, and Zhu Yuntian's heart shook wildly. Without the protection of the magic robe, how many hits can he resist?

The answer was not long in coming. Xiaoshan trembled, and then roared and shook, as if it had been torn apart by a powerful force, and the surging force came, and Zhu Yuntian suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood. The bones rolled out dozens of feet.

Yan Duwu proudly raised his chin in the direction of the conversation, even if it was through dozens of feet of clouds, everyone couldn't see each other with their eyes: "If you can defeat him, I can too." ”

Tan Weiran understated: "It's not enough to just defeat him." Behind him, a person with a real realm roared and killed. He didn't look back before talking, but with a sword, the head of the Zhenzhen monk snorted and soared into the sky, spraying a lot of blood, only staining the ground red.

Across the sea of clouds, they can't see each other with their eyes, but they can rely on their spirits to perceive each other. Yan Duwu hummed proudly, and felt that this was not enough to express, so he shrugged his nose and hummed twice in a row, and then disappeared into the clouds like a high-speed swallow.

After a few breaths of silence, there were bursts of energy explosions, and screams, and a huge object suddenly shot out of the sea of clouds.

Tan Weiran avoided lightly, and saw that it was a corpse that had just been killed by Yan Duwu, and a touch of surprise welled up in his heart: "Yan Duwu, a little princess who has a good family background since she was a child and has been spoiled, has never seen cruelty, lacks experience and sophistication, isn't it generally soft-hearted, and she dare not be unwilling to kill." Why doesn't she have this problem......"

There's no such thing, that's the best.

It's not a martial arts tournament, it's not a safe ring, it's not even the kind of private challenge that doesn't kill people.

Zhu Yuntian vomited out a mouthful of blood, gasping and looking at the ubiquitous clouds and mist in despair, bitter, angry and depressed, as if his hope had been choked by his throat. He really hopes that it is the ring of the martial arts conference now, and he only needs to admit defeat to stop and save his life.

He didn't see Tan Weiran and Yan dancing alone, but he knew that the other party must be somewhere in the fog.

The clouds and mist obscured the horizon, and the invisible Tan Weiran and Yan Duwu seemed to be everywhere, with unknown fear and pressure, which made Zhu Yuntian almost out of breath.

At this time, a chance to survive quietly came. The Lingyou cultivator cultivated by the Zhu family rushed like a whirlwind, and shouted loudly: "Young Master Yuntian, go." ”

The Spirit Wandering Monk grabbed Zhu Yuntian and turned into a flying rainbow, which flew away in an instant, and he was about to flee without a trace.

Tan Weiran curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a shallow sneer: "My divine thoughts have already locked on you Zhu Yuntian, do you think you can escape?"

With a flick of his fingers, a sword turned into a wild dragon out of its sheath, leaping to the limit of the sky, and the sword qi momentum instantly broke through the sky.

The Lingyou monk flew in the sky with Zhu Yuntian, and when he saw that he was about to flee, he felt it for a moment, and his face immediately turned pale. The hoarse frenzy erupted, and the strength of the whole body rushed to meet the battle, and when he raised his head, his scalp was numb, and he was horrified to find that the magnificent sword light was flooded like a tide.

The sword spirit is monstrous, and the aura sweeps the sky.

The purple light of 11,000,000 rays seemed to be bound together by a powerful force, forming a thick and wild thunder that made people feel the shock from the heart, just like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder fell, which was bound to seize the will of the people!

Suddenly, the hundreds of millions of sword lights condensed into a ball. The sword qi that shocked the heart instantly pierced through the heavens and the earth.

The Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword itself may not be a top-notch swordsmanship, but it has been talked about embarking on the path of the most powerful and purest force, no longer pursuing change, but only seeking more refined and powerful power, and at the same time, it is also more domineering.

A stout and domineering purple god thunder. The entire side of the world seemed to be distorted, and it faintly exuded a powerful deterrent, and it fell on Zhu Yuntian in one fell swoop: "No!"

Zhu Yuntian howled frantically, and his entire eyes were completely occupied by fear. The sword qi shattered all of Zhu Yuntian's resistance, roaring with the most moving and grand sound.

Zhu Yuntian and his people began to twist into ashes in the majestic sword qi from his chest, and gradually spread to his whole body, quickly turning into ashes.

Tan Weiran's heart moved, and he left a head for Zhu Yuntian.

The purple light rippled, blowing the purple and swaying in all directions, and this artificially brewed scene was extremely beautiful.

This Xiaobu Zhoushan martial arts exercise is a martial arts exercise that has set many records. Among the nearly 1,000 young Zhenzhen monks, only 14 have condensed their spirits. And Zhu Yuntian is one of them. It can be described as a scenery, and it can be said that the name of genius spreads from all directions.

When Zhu Yuntian's momentum was about to rise, he died in a war.

The Spirit Wandering Monk looked at this scene in disbelief and horror. The reason why this person didn't stop Tan Weiran was because Tan Weiran had deliberately slowed down the line and deliberately let Yan Dance take the lead. So they were entangled.

Tan Weiran stared at the flying ashes with a cold expression, and his eyes froze. The killing intent converged in a flash, and the sword was thrown back into the sheath with a bang.

"I'll kill you......" The spirit wanderer roared with a red face, as if he was about to pounce like a mad tiger, but as soon as he turned around and stepped on the top of the hill, he turned around and fled frantically.

Tan Weiran covered his eyes, and he couldn't bear to see the next scene!

The spirit monk turned around and fled frantically, but alas. As soon as he turned around, he saw a figure shuttling through the clouds, and immediately stopped him, when the scene was like earth. This time, if he wanted to escape again, it was too late, and he was killed on the spot by Su Yi, who appeared in the sky.

This is unlucky...... Tan Weiran waved his hand. Fan away the imaginary bad luck, the spirit fluctuated away, and found that except for Liu Qingfeng and others who were pestering a few people to fight fiercely, there was no fish that slipped through the net, and nodded with satisfaction: "Ancestor, that Shenzhao powerhouse?"

"Dead. Su Yi waved her hand, she led the other party dozens of miles away before killing.

Yan Duwu found that he hadn't killed Zhu Yuntian, and even this Lingyou powerhouse was robbed and killed by the master, and he immediately didn't give up: "Master......"

Su Yi comforted a few words, and Yan Duwu was indignant: "If that guy hadn't blocked me, this guy would definitely have been killed by me." She obviously didn't see that this situation was deliberately slow, so it was formed.

Leisurely stepped over, groping for the storage belt on Zhu Yuntian's body, and the storage bag on the Lingyou monk. After cleaning up a little, he found that there were tens of thousands of five or six grade spirit stones in Zhu Yuntian's storage belt, as well as spiritual liquid and other things.

"Hey, the spiritual liquid, it can't be that he was in the Qian Building at the beginning, and he had to ignore me and snap up the spiritual liquid in the past, right?" Tan Weiran was surprised, and couldn't help laughing: "I just found out that Zhu Yuntian is really not ordinary unlucky. ”

Thousands of miles to send the spiritual liquid back to his hands, not to mention.

Young geniuses like Tan Weiran and Yan Duwu, who are in any family and faction at will, can probably be regarded as core descendant-level disciples. For each family and faction, if one can come out in a few decades, it will hit the great road of fortune.

A combination of young powerhouses of the level of Tan Weiran and Yan Duwu can be met by Zhu Yuntian in the head, which can be called unlucky.

Su Yi couldn't help but laugh dumbly, his heart was thumping with thoughts, and his heart fluctuated.

One talks about it, and the other dances solo. And the one who has these two is not another family, it is the Xingtian Sect.

As long as these two people grow up and unite, the future of the new sect has infinite expectations.

Chewing silently, Su Yi remembered what Mingkong had said:

"Master, we are old, it is enough to do a good job of escorting the juniors and the Dao Tong. (To be continued.) )