Lao Di is adjusting his state.

Taking a glass of amber-like wine from the handmaiden's hand, Zhu Yuntian proudly held the wine glass to his mouth, and suddenly saw the purple light vertical and horizontal, the aura was like a tide, gathering the spirit of heaven and earth and achieving great power.

The wine glass shattered in the palm of his hand, and Zhu Yuntian's expression shook: "Sword Spirit!"

How can it be a sword?

The sword light filled the air, dyeing all the sea of clouds purple. The surging sword qi was like a raging thunder that inspired thunder and lightning, and swept everything into powder wherever it went.

The six monks who were killing from all directions greeted the purple sword qi at their heads, and they were immediately terrified.

A sword swept across the end as fast as lightning, only to see a brilliant sword light, most people didn't see what was happening, and the six major monks had all burst out of blood flowers.

Talking about Weiran's reckless backhand sword, the action is full of chic. If this sword is aimed at one or two people, it is not a problem to inflict heavy damage or even kill the other party, and if it is aimed at six people, it will inevitably spread and balance the power.

This experience is very clear, the force and the cohesion are the powerful force, and once it is dispersed, the power will naturally be reduced. So, without even thinking about it, he swayed like a willow branch in the wind and drifted away.

Although Tan Weiran didn't spend much time practicing the body method, his fine willow body method and Pian Ruobu were practiced in his previous life, and now he has already unconsciously practiced his true meaning in the first practice, which can be said to be proficient, which is to save trouble, effort and worry.

One of Zhu Yuntian's subordinates of the True Realm was slashed by the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword and fell with blood, frightened and ecstatic to escape from the sword spirit, and before he could stand firmly, he saw a white shadow shaking in front of him, and his head emitted a sharp pain like tearing, and his eyes went black.

From the sidelines. Tan Weiran slid by lightly, and he didn't know how to do it, and suddenly appeared on the side of the True Realm monk. You don't even need a sword spirit, just a sword intent, and you can stab the sword into this person's temple.

"Stop!"

The sudden shout made everyone look at Zhu Yuntian.

Zhu Yuntian also happened to look at Tan Weiran. Young, hold the real late stage, spirit!

His temples beat violently a few times, he was born as a descendant of the Zhu family, showing his martial arts talent, and worshipping a good master, he can be called the proud son of the Zhu family in the palm of his hand. Participating in a martial arts conference hit his conceited self-esteem quite hard.

It turned out that he was the most outstanding in the Zhu family. He may be the most outstanding young monk in the Ten Worlds Realm, but he is not the most outstanding young monk in the Three Hundred Worlds Realm. Someone's self-confidence was destroyed after participating in the exercise, but he regained his conceit in a short time.

A wisp of cyan welled up on Zhu Yuntian's fair face, and he restrained a little arrogance, and said: "Your Excellency is not bad, why do you want to mix with a group of waste, if you have been with waste for a long time, you will become waste!"

Liu Qingfeng's companions blushed. His eyes full of hatred and anger turned to Zhu Yuntian, and they either scolded or scolded angrily.

Liu Qingfeng and the others are really a bunch of wastes in Zhu Yuntian's eyes. If it weren't for playing it slowly as a game, Liu Qingfeng and others might not have been able to survive until now. Zhu Yuntian didn't look at anyone else, and only had Tan Weiran, who was the same genius as him, in his eyes: "We are the same people." ”

Tan Weiran pressed the sword, shook it leisurely, and looked at Zhu Yuntian curiously, not knowing what the other party would say.

Zhu Yuntian looked at Liu Qingfeng and the others contemptuously. Said solemnly: "They are destined to be waste, destined to be a group of mud that can't hold up the wall." You see, they tried to kill me more than once, but none of them succeeded, and I never took them seriously. Even...... Even they don't take themselves seriously. ”

"Oh. What do you mean by that?"

Zhu Yuntian smiled, hooked his fingers back, and a man with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes appeared from the sea of clouds with a somewhat complicated look.

As soon as they saw this person, Liu Qingfeng and his companions immediately understood why the ambush battle was so unsuccessful, and they were shocked like a wood carving, and roared: "Zhang Yuan, it was you who betrayed us, and it was you who reported the news...... How can you be worthy of your dead sister and nephew!"

The man's face turned red, his expression was ashamed and different, he was scolded for a while, and finally couldn't help yelling: "You stupid pigs, the Zhu family and Young Master Yuntian are so powerful, you really think you can fight......"

Tan Weiran still didn't understand anything, sighed in his heart, and noticed the black-faced young man. Everyone else had a look of fury eager to tear the betrayer apart, but the black-faced young man sighed and was angry.

Zhu Yuntian seemed to pass others with contempt on his fingers, and was proud: "Look, I just said it, waste is waste." We are inherently different from them, we are geniuses, we come from wealthy families, you shouldn't be in the company of this kind of waste, but you have made a mess of yourself. ”

Zhu Yuntian's eyes were burning, and he was confident that even if he was very jerky, this remark was enough to impress the other party.

Indeed, this speech is very convincing, whether it is the rendering power brought by Zhu Yuntian's strong self-confidence, or the meaning of his own words, it makes people feel excited. Tan Weiran admits that if it were someone else, it was really possible to be convinced.

It's a pity that he's no one else.

However, when Zhu Yuntian is such a conceited guy, he is willing to put down his posture to convince people, and he can have such demagogic power, which seems to be really extraordinary. It's a pity that the demagogy can't talk about it.

Tan Weiran chuckled: "I think there is something I should tell you." ”

Tilting his head slightly, thinking about the days when he was struggling in the ups and downs and mud in his previous life, Tan Weiran's smile became brighter: "Actually, I was also the mud and waste in your mouth, no, in fact, it is worse than it." ”

If Liu Qingfeng and the others were mud and waste, then when he cultivated in his previous life, he was not even as good as waste.

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Yuntian was slightly stunned, and everyone who was scolding stopped abruptly, as if a sentence made everyone still.

Liu Qingfeng's companions were extremely nervous, and they frantically glanced at a man whose face was as ashen as the walking dead.

A middle-aged man exuded a lifeless aura, his body shook without hesitation, gritted his teeth and took a booklet from his arms, held it high above the top, and shouted to the sky: "Little brother, I have a book of combat skills." As long as you help me kill Zhu Yuntian and Zhang Yuan, it will be yours!"

Is it really a combat technique? Tan Weiran turned his head in surprise, and Liu Qingfeng nodded to indicate that it was true.

This person was originally a businessman, and his only son was killed by Zhu Yuntian, so he joined this revenge alliance, in addition to avenging his son desperately. Look no further. For this reason, the battle and military techniques were contributed, and the bait for this ambush of Zhu Yuntian was this war and military exercises.

Boom!

A crisp groan swayed up to the nine heavens, Tan Weiran didn't want to play the sword out of the sheath, and the sword turned into a bright light, shining in the sky: "Deal!"

For the sake of military practice? No.

In order to...... I was also sludge and waste.

In an instant, the sword qi was like a rainbow, and the aura was like a tide, gathering together and pouring into it to become a part of the powerful power and a part of the sword spirit.

A sword is out. The storm is in full swing.

The purple frenzy turned into clouds and invaded everything in the storm, as if the entire sky had become a realm of thunder and lightning, evolving the majesty of the laws of nature.

This time is different from last time, this time the sword spirit is directly aimed at a spirit realm.

This Spirit Wandering Realm finally tasted the taste of facing the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sword alone, and was almost scorched by waves of thunder, and a mouthful of blood sprayed wildly and flew deep into the sea of clouds, and he was also secretly relieved. At least you don't have to face such a terrifying sword spirit.

It was the moment he thought he had escaped with his life, and suddenly he looked up. His eyes were completely occupied by silent fear, and he was killed by Su Yi's understatement punch that quietly appeared.

In the face of the sudden outburst of talk, Zhu Yuntian's heart was taken by the momentum of the shock, and he involuntarily took a step back, mixed with extreme anger in his arrogance: "Don't be ashamed of your face." ”

"Good people don't do it, they have to do it! Muddy is mud. Never hold up to the wall. ”

"Uncle, this useless waste, kill him!"

A figure hidden in the sea of clouds swooped out as fast as lightning, and the terrifying sound of the mountain and the tsunami exploded, and the powerful aura of the Divine Illumination Realm shocked everyone's senses like an invisible shock wave. The power of the strong man is vividly demonstrated.

Seeing that he was about to talk about Weiran with a move, he was still smiling, full of a reassuring calmness, which was a light and light dusty posture.

Su Yi appeared like a ghost, and with a fluttering punch, the entire world was violently shaken.

This Shenzhao powerhouse suddenly smelled a huge danger, and raised his head and his expression changed wildly: "Shenzhao is in the late stage! Seventy percent of the fist!" And he is just in the early stage of Shenzhao, and he has only cultivated three percent of the spirit.

Under the terrifying seventy percent of the fist, there is no reason to be safe and sound. This god-light powerhouse snorted and spilled blood and flew into the sea of clouds, Su Yi chased wildly with lightning, and both disappeared into the clouds.

Another god-light powerhouse? Everyone almost dropped their jaws in shock.

The sudden scene made Zhu Yuntian's heart flutter and almost hysterical, this was not his script.

The best script in his mind is to defeat and humiliate Tan Weiran with his own hands, and arrogantly tell Tan Weiran that waste is waste. Even if he didn't do it himself now, it wouldn't hurt the expectation in his heart.

Most importantly, he is always the winner.

Now it's out of order.

"Hey!"

Tan Weiran took a big stride, grabbed the fire dragon claw hand with a big stride, and gently pulled his fingernails, and all the five fingers burned out fireworks, blasting a already injured hugging truth realm to the point of spurting blood and falling.

Raising his leg lightly, he kicked this person towards Zhu Yuntian like a cannonball, and said leisurely: "Zhu Yuntian, you see that I am mud, but I don't know that in my eyes, you are just mud from another angle!"

"Here you go!"

Boom! Zhu Yuntian's breath was full of energy, and he grabbed this true monk with a bang, and found that he had no breath.

Tan Weiran laughed loudly, laughed and shook the wilderness, a sword crossed the sky, and the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sword crowned the world, accompanied by laughter, adding heroism: "Who is a waste, take me a sword and see it!"

The sword qi storm formed the most terrifying scene, and Zhu Yuntian snorted and spilled blood while his face was bloodless: "Sancheng sword spirit, thunder and lightning attribute ......"

"You are Xu Weiran!"

Zhu Yuntian's scalp was numb, and when he was about to fall, he saw a delicate face full of unconvinced emotions, and his crisp voice resounded all over the world: "And me!"

Zhu Yuntian trembled, almost groaning: "Yan solo dance!" (To be continued.) )