Wang Chuan didn't want to talk nonsense, he wanted to do it directly, but when he heard this, he suddenly became interested, and asked with a smile: "Why?"

Sun Zhiyuan shook his head, quite proud, "Because there are people on the Black Wind Village." ”

"Oh, Cangcheng, or Sanzong?" Wang Chuan's eyes were full of smiles.

"Yu is not afraid to inform you, it is one of the three sects, the Bixia Sect, the power of the three sects, there is no need to say more, I hope your Excellency will not dig your own grave. ”

"Really?" Wang Chuan narrowed his eyes, "That's the only one?"

"Isn't it enough?" Sun Zhiyuan asked with a smile as he shook his folding fan.

"It's just Bixia Sect!"

didn't get any other news, Wang Chuan was a little dissatisfied, didn't say more, and shot directly.

Facing Sun Zhiyuan, he directly stretched out his hand and shook it.

Nine wind blades suddenly appeared in all directions of it, and instantly strangled down.

Wind strangulation!

"Carved insect sub-count. Sun Zhiyuan waved the folding fan lightly, and the nine wind blades dissipated.

Although the Flowing Wind Sword Technique was cultivated by him to the Unity Realm, the realm was not enough after all, and it was not enough to deal with a slightly stronger person like Sun Zhiyuan.

Wang Chuan didn't think about killing the other party by relying on the Liufeng Sword Technique, he just wanted to test it.

He is not clear about the other party's methods, and only by knowing oneself and knowing the other can one win a hundred battles.

"Why do you need to be tempted?" Sun Zhiyuan smiled slightly, and waved his fan slightly at Wang Chuan, "Just let Your Excellency see it." ”

The folding fan fell, and Wang Chuan felt as if something was being hooked in his body, and then the aura in his body began to move uneasily.

Feeling the restlessness in his body, wanting to break through the meridians and body, Wang Chuan suddenly felt suddenly.

He knew why those people would explode for no reason.

Because the other party has attracted the aura in the meridians, if the control of the aura is insufficient, he will directly explode and die.

It's just that this is useless for Wang Chuan.

He has gray vein light, this little riot can't hurt his meridians at all, and when he passed the Heavenly Level, after being tempered by the sword spirit root, his control of the aura reached an extremely high level.

This riot can be quelled by a single thought.

Calming down, Wang Chuan calmed down his aura and said, "That's it?"

Seeing that he didn't have anything to do, Sun Zhiyuan frowned and waved his fan again.

No matter how many times you swing it, it doesn't work.

"Don't wave it, I'm too small to fan me. Wang Chuan waved his hand, his face full of disdain.

"Impossible! How can it be useless to you!" Sun Zhiyuan was surprised, and even his words changed back to normal.

This was his most proud method, and with this move, he slashed several powerhouses of the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Realm in a row.

But for Wang Chuan, it's useless.

Wang Chuan didn't explain, he jumped down from the gate of the wall, only to hear a sword and thunder, and the sword in Wang Chuan's hand swung towards Sun Zhiyuan.

Knowing that his means were useless to the other party, Sun Zhiyuan opened the folding fan, and there was a flow of light on it, directly blocking the sword full of thunder and lightning.

"Although the means are useless, there are other means!"

Sun Zhiyuan's tone was a little angry.

"Hope you don't let me down!"

Wang Chuan let out a loud shout, and the sword in his hand swung faster.

The faint blue electric light, dragging out a long trace, looks extremely beautiful.

However, in Sun Zhiyuan's eyes, it was like a talisman.

He didn't expect that Wang Chuan's swordsmanship was so exquisite, and his power was even greater than he imagined!

After a few moves in a row, he fell into a disadvantage, and it was extremely difficult to catch Wang Chuan's sword.

Suddenly, there was a roar overhead, and then a shadow blocked his head, blocking out the sun.

Almost subconsciously, Sun Zhiyuan opened the folding fan, and there was a faint golden light flowing on it, drawing a peculiar pattern.

Just overhead, thunder and lightning fell right on it.

For a while, the golden light lines on it were shining brightly, constantly resisting the invasion of thunder light.

But the Thunder Light Sword Technique is the Thunder Light Sword Technique after all, the heart method of complementation, and its power is second only to the ground-level martial arts.

The lines on it were shattered inch by inch, and finally dissipated, and the folding fan was also split.

At the moment of crisis, Sun Zhiyuan threw down the folding fan and retreated directly.

Thunder and lightning fell, scorching the ground black, and there was nothing left of the folding fan.

was not directly hacked to death, Sun Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Without a single blow, Wang Chuan frowned, and was about to step forward again, when he suddenly heard a sharp sound not far away.

The pattern of the Black Wind Village exploded in mid-air not far away.

"Haha, Wang Chuan, you're finished! To tell you the truth, someone bid for your head, and I wanted to intercept you in Eagle Eye Valley, but I didn't expect you to send it to the door yourself!" Sun Zhiyuan looked hideous and said sharply.

"Who, who wants my head!" Wang Chuan was shocked and hurriedly asked.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, it's Wang Jian, the second leader of your Shanhai Dart Bureau! If you kill his son, he has long wanted you to die. Sun Zhiyuan had a winning expression and was arrogant.

"I never killed his son. Wang Chuan looked a little flustered, but he was still stiff-mouthed.

"Still quibbling, is it true that no one knows, when you killed someone, someone would have seen it a long time ago!" Sun Zhiyuan revealed his true temple appearance, laughing, not at all angry at the book just now.

"I see. Wang Chuan understood the cause and effect, did not pretend, and smiled slightly.

This look fell in Sun Zhiyuan's eyes, which made him even more angry.

"When death is on the verge of death, you are still pretending to be a ghost here, and when more than 20 monks of the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Realm in my Black Wind Village come back, I will definitely make you an adult!"

"They?" Wang Chuan smiled, "Don't worry, they're dead and won't come back, never!"

"Pretend to be a ghost!" Sun Zhiyuan snorted coldly, not caring about his words at all.

Wang Chuan shook his head, raised his sword and continued to fight with Sun Zhiyuan.

"It's useless to struggle!" Sun Zhiyuan took out a lower-level spirit sword from the Qiankun bag, and did not attack, but only defended.

In his opinion, as long as he waits for his own people to come, Wang Chuan will die.

However, after hundreds of rounds of fighting with Wang Chuan, there was still no movement.

Wang Chuan was not in a hurry, just waved his sword one by one, not nervous at all.

"What's going on, why haven't they come back yet. ”

"It's been so long, it stands to reason that they're supposed to be back, huh?"

"The speed of the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, you don't even need a stick of incense to go up and down the mountain, it's been a quarter of an hour. ”

A bad idea popped up in everyone's hearts, is it really as Wang Chuan said?

"Where do you think I got the news that Black Wind Village is here?" Wang Chuan smiled faintly, "A total of twenty-four people wanted to surround me in Eagle Eye Valley, but unfortunately, they were all killed by me." ”

However, this smile was extremely cold in the eyes of everyone.

"Impossible, twenty-four people, how can there be no news at all when they are killed!"

"So, I just saw someone in Hawkeye Valley release a thunderbolt. ”

"I saw it too, but it wasn't a siege of Wang Chuan......

Speaking of this, everyone couldn't talk anymore, and they all looked at Wang Chuan with a look of surprise.

There was a thunderbolt thrown over there, which means that it has already been moved.

So who is Wang Chuan here?

I have already said it again, and Wang Chuan is too lazy to say it again.

Seeing Sun Zhiyuan's somewhat stunned expression, he directly took his life with a sword.

Taking away his Qiankun bag and weapons, Wang Chuan walked straight to the Juyi Hall.

He was in there, and he felt a powerful aura.

"Could it be that the big man is killed and he doesn't dare to come out to see him!" Wang Chuan took a breath, and his voice resounded through the eagle's beak cliff.

No one dared to stop him, because everyone knew that no one was his opponent except the big boss.

The voice fell, and he also came to the front of the Gathering Hall, the sword in his hand condensed the thunder light, turned into a killing move, and slashed down with a sword.

The sword was about to slash at the house, when suddenly a knife was thrown from the depths of the Gathering Hall.

Only a clang was heard, and the knife hit the sword right on the sword.

Rachel deflected, not landing on the house, only cutting a long mark on the ground.

The knife also fell to the ground and stuck in the ground.

Turning his head to look, it was an intermediate-level spirit soldier long knife, stuck vertically on the ground, on the hilt, and there was a person standing at some point.

"Boy, if you break me through, I'm going to make you cramp!"

No one is seen, the voice comes first.

It was a deep voice, revealing the majesty of the superior.

His eyes fell on the man standing on the hilt of the knife, and he saw the middle-aged man, with a goatee, and his negative hand on the hilt of the knife, with a majestic expression.

The aura it revealed was stronger than the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, but it was more than a step worse than the Yuan Realm.

"Are you the boss of Black Wind Village?" asked Wang Chuan.

With these words, he laughed directly at the man, gritted his teeth and said, "You came to me, I don't know if I'm in charge?"

"I came to you, why should I know who you are?"

"Okay!" the man stepped down from the hilt of the knife, straightened his back, and stared at Wang Chuan, "Let me tell you, I am the master of the Black Wind Village, Jin Heifeng!"

Jin Heifeng is naturally not his name, but because he is the master of Heifeng Village, a title given to him by others.

This time and forth, they all called him Jin Heifeng, and that's what they all called.

Hearing this name, Wang Chuan's eyes were murderous, his hand trembled slightly, and he wanted to start immediately and kill him.

But he held back, he knew that in the case of anger, it was easiest to make mistakes.

"Now, you can tell me, why did you come to break into my mountain gate and kill so many of my brothers?" Jin Heifeng felt Wang Chuan's murderous intent and stared at Wang Chuan like a poisonous snake.

Wang Chuan didn't feel it at all, but the murderous intent in his eyes was slowly hiding.

It's been so long, and he's finally coming to take revenge, and it's fake to say that he's not excited.

He could only try to calm himself down.

"Because you robbed my father's dart and killed my father and others. Wang Chuan opened his mouth lightly, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

Jin Heifeng pretended to think for a while, revealing a mouth full of black teeth, and said with a smile: "There are too many people to kill, I can't remember." ”

"A year ago, the darts of the Shanhai Dart Bureau, a team of innate martial artists, have you ever remembered?"

"Shanhai Dart Bureau, I remember, that fat sheep, isn't it your second boss Wang Jian who asked us to rob it, tsk, my own dart is robbed, it's really a good master!" Jin Heifeng smiled even more at the corner of his mouth, and the words he said were equally amazing.