Good morning everyone. ,!

The sword light pierced through the sky, and the breath of the sword made the breath pause.

Someone recognized: "It's Lu Guanglin!"

Lu Guanglin is one of the two great gods of the Luoxia Sect this time. This person has a trick of thousands of miles, which is a perfect practice, and his fame is actually not small.

At this time, with a stroke of the tip of the knife, hundreds of millions of flames seemed to be alive, flowing and falling from the sky, flooding the entire valley, and it seemed that Tan Weiran and the wind and snow were going to be annihilated in one fell swoop.

What a powerful knife technique!

Tan Weiran's thoughts turned, focusing on concentrating his mind, and swaying in an instant. Although he condensed the killing intent with the wind and snow, he didn't dare to have the slightest carelessness, and he didn't take it lightly from beginning to end.

No matter how you say it, the Luoxia Sect is a big sect that once crossed the realm of doom, and it is a big sect that still has five powerhouses who break the void.

"Ice and snow return at night!" The clear voice actually gave people a crystal clear ice jade feeling.

Along with it, it was a sword that was blown by the wind and snow, and the sword swept across the ground. In an instant, a silver-white spark was drawn on the ground, splashing in all directions, and the tip of the sword pointed, the frost-white color suddenly spread like a spark spreading across the valley.

Lu Guanglin, who released a monstrous sea of fire with one move, shook the wilderness: "You are a three-percent sword, and the old man is a three-percent sword." And you are holding the true realm, the old man is the god illumination realm, why are you fighting with the old man!"

"So, if the old man wants you to get out, you have to ...... Get out!"

The hideous voice suddenly sounded. Suddenly, I saw that the surging flames suppressed the frost. A bright rainbow swept across the sky, flickering in front of the wind-blown snow's chest.

Poof! The wind blew the snow and spilled a few wisps of blood, entangled with Lu Guanglin, and the fierce battle was in the ascendant!

Tan Weiran's heart tightened, and he stepped forward. I saw the wind blowing and snow's expression condensed, as if the words came from the iceberg: "Don't interfere, he is my opponent......"

The wind blows the snow and wants to test the sword with people!

Tan Weiran suddenly realized that this was a solo fight by the wind and snow. Tan Weiran didn't intervene because he knew what the wind and snow were doing and what he wanted to do. It's just that the other party is too powerful, and he doesn't want the wind to blow the snow and try the sword to be cheap, then it's boring.

The wind and snow were condensed with a resoluteness that made it difficult for Tan Weiran to insist, and he rubbed his body forward selflessly, and slashed out again with a sword roar, and the overwhelming frost and the monstrous fire collided with each other.

Tan Weiran pressed the hilt of the sword coldly. And it was distracted to pay attention to the battle of the wind and snow, and the faint gaze was brewing with danger. Who's going to be my opponent? Who is it?

This was supposed to be my fight. Why didn't anyone come to me to die?

Tan Weiran pursed his lips, pressing the sword with a light color, he expected that this Luoxia Sect would come forward to send him to death.

The chic and elegant mountain villa quietly emerged one after another at some point.

Luo Xia Zong! Tan Weiran didn't laugh angrily, and his eyes became more indifferent. He could clearly perceive that there was a true realm and a spirit realm among the people of this group of Luoxia Sect. There is also a divine illumination.

And most importantly...... There is also the Broken Realm.

"Someone is watching me, full of murderous intent. Who is it?" Tan Weiran squinted. Glancing slowly, it quickly settled on the person standing tallest. Finally. Raised his hand slightly and made a throat-cutting gesture on his throat.

When Liang Zeng was so angry that he wanted to fight back, Tan Weiran had already twisted his body slightly, turned to Yang Tianqi, who was mixed in, and made this throat cutting action slower and clearer.

Hundreds of feet away, Yang Tianqi coldly faced this action without a trace of emotion, looking at Tan Weiran, as if looking at a dead person.

He is worthy of being the king of a hundred deaths.

Tan Weiran knew that Yang Tianqi would not be afraid of this action, and he did not want Yang Tianqi to be afraid, but to Yang Tianqi to understand how resolute his murderous intent was. Whether it was Luoxia Sect or anything, it couldn't stop his will.

An absolutely provocative throat-cutting action made Liang Zeng's face turn blue, and countless thoughts swirled in his heart.

Two days ago, he went out of rage and angered others, and he took the initiative to break the rules as an organizer, which had already made Cao Yuanzheng and his leaders dissatisfied. If something like this happens again, I'm afraid it won't be easy to explain.

"Tianqi, what you said about Xu Weiran is not him. Liang Zeng asked coldly, there are many rumors outside, some people say that it is the words of the Luoxia Sect.

Yang Tianqi lowered his head, his eyes were full of calmness, but his words were full of grief and powerlessness: "He disguised himself, disciple...... The disciple didn't recognize it. As he spoke, tears had already fallen: "The disciple misses Uncle Feng and them......"

The names of Feng Yiting and Chen Qi and others passed away as if they were thorns on the tip of his heart, which repeatedly ignited Liang Zeng's anger, remembering that the blood debt had not been reported, and said: "Don't worry, you are a good boy, and your Uncle Feng will be happy in Jiuyou." ”

After a moment of conversation, he said gloomily: "Their lives, the old man is going to decide." The old man would hang their bodies high in the courtyard...... Let everyone see the fate of being an enemy of the Luoxia Sect. ”

Otherwise, it is not enough to get rid of the hatred in my heart.

Liang Zeng already regarded Tan Weiran and Fengxue as his bag, but he was not in a hurry to ask for the lives of the two of them for the time being, anyway, two lives in his pocket.

Of course not, why do these two boys dare to hit the door and throw themselves into the net?

Liang Zeng seemed to be reckless, but in fact, he glanced at Lu Shang secretly, with a hidden sneer: "Could it be that there is someone behind these two boys?"

Liang Zeng is not afraid that the two of them have a background, but he is afraid that the two of them have a background that he does not know. For example, the Fusheng Sect, the Yunchuan Sect, and the Seeking Knowledge Palace......

A list of names in his heart, Liang Zeng was secretly suspicious and strengthened his vigilance. This matter was too sudden, revealing a bit of strangeness, he didn't want the sect to be plotted. No one knows if there will be a certain force behind the back and suddenly reach out to Luo Xia Sect.

It's all too possible.

The young people of today are really mader than the other, one is thirty percent of the sword spirit, and the other is four percent of the sword spirit, so they dare to be the enemy of his Luoxia Sect. What the result, even if it is a genius, it is still a dead end.

No matter how good a young genius is, once he dies, he is nothing. Over the years, how many geniuses have died and fallen for various reasons, and there are not many of these two.

Liang Zeng seemed to see Tan Weiran and the wind and snow both dying together, and the scene of Luoxia Sect regaining its prestige, and he spewed out a stream of air from his nostrils with satisfaction.

He wasn't worried about Tan Weiran and the wind blowing snow, he was afraid of the mastermind hiding behind the two. With these two people, there must be a mystery when such a big horn kills him. Liang Zeng is confident but not arrogant, he has already explained that he is secretly on guard.

The wind blew and snowed single-handedly entangled Lu Guanglin and fought fiercely.

If there is no opponent in the conversation, he will temporarily press the killing intent and sweep the wind and snow. From time to time, with a sneer full of disdain, he raised his little tail finger to the people of the Luoxia Sect, and then slowly flipped it over to Lu Xia with excitement.

Exciting enough, provocative enough.

I don't believe that you Luoxia Sect can really be indifferent. Tan Weiran's mood fluctuated very little, he knew his goal, what he wanted to achieve, and he was doing it.

The best thing is to provoke Liang Zeng and make Liang Zeng take the initiative.

Sure enough, such an undisguised provocation is enough to stimulate people. Liang Zeng's eyelids were raised, and his slanted eyes revealed angrily: "Don't hurry up, what are you doing in a daze." ”

Zhang Lu hesitated slightly, glanced back before stepping forward, and transmitted: "Who is on?" Liang Zeng chuckled in his heart.

Lu Guanglin was single-handedly entangled by the wind blowing the snow, and the wind and snow of the thirty percent sword spirit were so strong, but what about the four percent sword spirit? Except for him, Zhang Lu, and Lu Guanglin, the others who fought alone may not be the opponent of the other party.

At this time, the sword light and sword light intertwined with an amazing brilliance, attracting all attention.

Lu Guanglin laughed wildly, full of pride, accompanied by a knife that split the mountain and the river, the wind blew the snow and flew out of the river with a muffled snort, and the blood sprinkled on the water disappeared in the rain.

If the wind blows the snow and does not have a sword spirit, Lu Guanglin may be able to blow the snow and crush the bones and ashes with one move, where can he fight again and again.

Rao is like this, the wind and snow that can be called the most top-notch among young warriors, in front of the spirited Shenzhao powerhouse, is basically not an opponent's scene, which makes all the young warriors who have been excited all feel cold.

It is said that a martial artist who condenses his spirit, no matter what kind of cultivation he does, at least has the strength to fight with a strong man.

It's a trick. It is indeed a trick.

The wind blew and the snow snorted and burst blood-colored flowers, looking at Lu Guanglin deadly, the face full of hideousness and disdain.

I don't know if Lu Guanglin deliberately attacked the young martial artist, this naked disdain, showing off the strength of the old monks, made Yan Xingkong Sui Skylark and others turn black.

The wind blew Xue remembered the battle in which Tan Weiran defeated Feng Yiting, and nodded and shook his head secretly, Tan Weiran can, but he can't. What's the difference?

The wind blows the snow not necessarily to negotiate with each other, but to measure himself by the standard of this friend of life and death, to stimulate himself, to train himself.

In an instant, the flames flew into the sky, and when it seemed to be overwhelming the wind and snow, a sword mixed with purple thunder was quietly handed out, intercepting and unloading the remaining firelight.

The flying wind and snow were suddenly supported by a hand, and Tan Weiran appeared from behind him like a ghost, and said lightly: "Try again, you will die." ”

Dressed in white, the wind and snow that had been dyed red and white variegated were full of tenacity and stubbornness: "I want to try!"

Tan Weiran flipped his wrist, snapped on the wrist of the wind and snow, snatched his sword from the situation, bent it into an astonishing arc, and suddenly let go of his hand and made a snapping sound, adding strength to his words: "Be careful of the devil." ”

Tan Weiran raised his head, and his eyes were full of happy prelude to killing: "We are here to kill, not to fight, not to practice swords, but to kill." "Killing, killing enemies is a boundless pleasure.

"Kill ...... Them"

Tan Weiran smiled and pointed at Liang Zeng for the first time, and pointed his fingers one by one, without special contempt or special emphasis, it was plain and indifferent like discussing the slaughter of sheep and cattle.

The most rearly pointed to Qin Liang!

Raising his head leisurely, Tan Weiran shook his hand handsomely and snapped his fingers, and said lightly: "That's how I killed it!"

With a snap of his fingers, a wisp of rich purple swept across the earth from the sky, and an uncatchable light flew by.

Like an instantaneous thunderbolt, Qin Liang spurted blood wildly and fell down in response! If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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