Xu Tianran looked dazed, what did Wang Erzhu's smile mean at this time?

Suddenly, the spiritual power of heaven and earth was swallowed by Wang Erzhu like a tornado, Wang Erzhu was the second vein of the governor, and an ink-like long sword slowly rose from the hole, and a black spiritual power floated, as if ink lingered around the sword body.

The vision of heaven and earth, the original colorless aura in the ring has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the aura lingers in the ring like an ink ribbon, like an ink-colored dark cloud, and also like ink dripping into the water, causing a burst of black ripples.

The audience was silent, with long mouths, as if their mandible had been fractured, and they couldn't close their mouths.

In the ring, it was not a battle, it was like an ink painting.

Xu Tianran smelled a strong aura of danger, and Wang Erzhu smiled: "Natal Flying Sword, Momei." ”

Momei first appeared in the rivers and lakes.

Li Tianmiao's eyes were hot, Wang Erzhu was only in his twenties before he gave birth to the natal flying sword, and he deserved to be the seventh monster on the Qingyun list. Li Kedi was also deeply surprised, Wang Erzhu's real strength may be more powerful than the ranking. In the past, there was no spy report that he gave birth to the natal flying sword. There are ten people on the Qingyun List, and only the little sword immortal Wu Qingfeng has a clear spy report to give birth to the natal flying sword Qingfeng, and has the reputation of the sword like the wind.

The gentleman stared into the distance and muttered: "The rivers and lakes have ushered in a great year that has not been encountered in a thousand years. ”

Lao Bai took a sip of wine, shook his head and said, "It's just spring bamboo shoots after the spring rain, which seem to grow fast, but they are empty." ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the gentleman squinted and smiled: "Hand talk about a game?"

Lao Bai rolled up his sleeves and said energetically: "Go, who is afraid of whom!"

It seemed that the bladeless long sword Mo Mei made Xu Tianran feel cold in his heart.

Wang Erzhu entered the Tao with calligraphy, Momei was born and born, in line with the avenue, no matter how high the swordsmanship is, it is the art of high and low, the way of the sword is the supreme avenue, Wang Erzhu's sword is the unity of the book and the sword, the calligraphy has been small, and the way of the sword is quite a little resonant with heaven and earth.

Everyone thought that Wang Erzhu had won, there were so many swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, but there were very few sword cultivators who could give birth to the natal flying sword, and the killing power of the sword cultivator was far better than that of the monks in the same realm, so in the rivers and lakes, only the sword cultivator and the woman could not be offended.

Xu Tianran's heart sank, the ring has become a small world of Momei, the black spirit flows, Momei seems to have become the master of this small world, and Xu Tianran has become a fish on the board, at the mercy of others.

Wang Erzhu's right hand was behind him, his green shirt was flying, his slender figure was becoming more and more handsome and chic, his spiritual power was like a surging tide, and Momei was hanging under the full moon in the air.

Mo Mei moved slowly, Xu Tianran's heart froze, and he was vigilantly stabbed forward.

Suddenly, Mo Mei's figure disappeared, and it was almost difficult for the naked eye to catch her trajectory, only the jet-black sword qi filled the sky.

A sharp-eyed child in the audience said happily: "Ah Dad, that big brother who makes the knife has words on his body." ”

The childish boy is obviously from a scholarly family, although he is young, but he knows a lot of words, and his clear voice reads word by word: "My family washes the inkstone pond tree, and the flowers bloom with light ink marks." Don't let people praise the color, only leave the air full of goodness. ”

The childish boy asked suspiciously: "Ah Dad, why is there a word on the big brother of the sword, and it makes the big brother of the knife look very uncomfortable, is he going to lose?"

The white-faced scholar-looking young father gently held the hand of his son riding on his neck, and whispered: "The big brother who uses the sword uses the flying sword Momei as the pen, and the body of the big brother with the sword is paper, and a stroke is a sword. ”

The childish poem nodded obediently.

At the end of the poem, the black aura on the ring dissipated, Wang Erzhu was panting, and his forehead was full of sweat, that is, the 10,000-pound boulder had already been torn to pieces by his own Momei, he never thought that Xu Tianran's body was so perverted, he was hit by Momei again and again, flew out, hit the spiritual power enchantment on the edge of the ring, and got up again and again, even though it was bloody, it seemed that his body was going to be shattered, and he couldn't count how many times he fell, Xu Tianran swallowed a mouthful of blood, his hands trembled and stood in front of him, holding the knife in front of him, and shouted: "Come again!"

Xu Tianran's persistence made the audience feel pity, and the unyielding fighting spirit ignited the enthusiasm of the audience, more and more audiences were giving Xu Tianran encouragement, Xu Tong's name resounded in the sky, even the girls were moved by Xu Tianran, how did it look that the blue nose and swollen cloth shirt were more handsome than the original.

It turns out that some men in the rivers and lakes don't eat with their faces.

Xu Tianran, whose left eye was already high and swollen, and his vision was blurred, seemed to be a crumbling dangerous building, Wang Erzhu didn't expect Xu Tong to be able to hold on to this time. Wang Erzhu seems to be as usual, but the consumption of spiritual power is huge, and he is also holding on to it.

Zhu Ziqi held the saber Shuanghua tightly with his left hand, and grabbed the corner of his skirt tightly with his right hand, although the skin was rough and the flesh was thick, don't carry it so hard.

Li Shiyu looked at the ring with concern, the two green shirts complemented each other, she only looked at the cloth clothes, the scars all over her body but she didn't say a word, her tears burst like a flood for a while, how much pain he had endured over the years, and how much pain he had endured to become so strong.

The boy will eventually grow up and become a man who stands up to the sky.

However, I haven't seen him for ten years, all my memories are only stuck in ten years ago, he is just a fart worm, a little slug, he has been very sensible since he was a child, even if he was bullied, he never told his mother, he would only say that he accidentally fell.

At that time, Li Tianran would still grin in pain.

Now Xu Tong, as if he doesn't know what pain is?

Xu Tianran swallowed a mouthful of blood, Changping returned to the sheath with a dashing wave, closed his eyes, and said with a slight smile: "Qingyun is the seventh on the list, it's just that, it's my turn." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was full of jubilation.

Zhu Ziqi cursed: "It's really a guy who doesn't know whether to live or die, he actually used Wang Erzhu as a whetstone, sharpened the seventeen knife techniques, and tempered his physique. ”

Xu Tianran smiled heartily in the direction of Zhu Ziqi, as if he heard her voice from afar, telling her not to worry, I know it in my heart.

Li Shiyu's unstoppable tears are like the Milky Way falling for nine days.

Lu Xiaobu forgot to wipe the sweat on Qianxun's shirt, opened his mouth wide, and wiped the sweat from his palm on his chest, dry and wet, wet and dry.

Chihiro was out of nowhere, clenching her cuffs tightly, sweat soaking her clothes.

Xu's natural spiritual veins are as wide as the sea, and the three hundred and sixty-five points in his body are as huge as lakes and seas, although it is only a small grandmaster realm, and the spiritual energy has not been turned into spiritual power, but the spiritual power stored is not less than that of the Jindan realm monks.

Xu Tianran's strategy was to use Zheng Seventeen and his strong body to consume Wang Erzhu's spiritual power, turning a peak duel into a one-sided beating, however, it turned out that Xu Tianran's strategy was right, Wang Erzhu only had his last breath left, and Xu Tianran was no more, no less, one more breath than him.

Catching and killing is like a battlefield battle, whoever can maintain the vitality until the end will win the battle.

The Xu gas machine flowed for thousands of miles in an instant, and the little spiritual energy left in his body steamed up, and the three hundred and sixty-five points were squeezed dry like a sponge with the last trace of spiritual energy.

Suddenly, Xu Tianran's waist was dilapidated and eight flying knives popped out of the knife gourd, the corpse mountain, the first life, the phoenix, the white clothes, the willow, the black house, the iron hammer, and the silver millet all came out, surrounded by the left and right, and the sycamore flew up in the air and hung above the head.

Changping slowly unsheathed, hundreds of thousands of unjust souls screamed, the ring seemed to have become Xu Tianran's small world, the heavens, the earth, the mountains and rivers were like crying and complaining, Xu Tianran's black hair was stained with blood, and a drop fell down the hair, although his eyes were closed, the people in the audience seemed to see a killing god with fierce eyes slowly walking towards Wang Erzhu.

Wang Erzhu mentioned the last breath of spiritual power, condensed on the tip of the Momei sword, the two breaths of the little grandmaster were to the Jindan Realm, but the stream was to the big river, even if the stream was gurgling, it was just a little bit of water, even if the water of the big river was dry and broken, the small puddles on the riverbed were more than the water of the stream.

Wang Erzhu was angry and roared: "I never thought that a little grandmaster would let me compete until the last breath, but no matter how strong a little grandmaster is, it is just a little grandmaster, although you are defeated in this battle, you are still honored." ”

Xu Tianran snorted coldly, and his voice was like Hong Zhongdao: "There is only victory and defeat in the world, and where is it still glorious even if it is defeated." ”

A calm and cold voice sounded: "Corpse Mountain, attack its left eye, Shousheng attack its right eye, Phoenix attack its Ren vein, white clothes attack its Du vein, Yang Liu, cut off its left hand, Huang She cut off its right hand, Iron Hammer cut off its left foot, Yinsu cut off its right foot." ”

The voice paused, and continued to sound: "Sycamore, pierce its heart." ”

Suddenly, nine flying knives came out together, the light of the nine knives flickered, the night was like day, Wang Erzhu listened to the cold voice, and sensed the murderous aura of Xu Tong Haohao's soup, and the original desperate all-out sword had to gather spiritual power to defend it.

A smile flashed at the corner of Xu Tianran's mouth, his figure flashed, and he only heard the nine flying knives "clanging" to the ground, Wang Erzhu was dumbfounded, and he only caught nine fluttering flying knives with a sword with his last breath.

A blue shadow appeared, a long black knife flipped the blade, the back of the knife smashed down, Wang Erzhu's field of vision, the sky was dim, and the last glance really saw a bright moon hanging high.

In the rivers and lakes, there is only victory and defeat, and there is no glory despite defeat, this sentence is really good. The last trace of divine consciousness left in Wang Erzhu's heart.

Xu Tianran put away Changping tremblingly, and the killing intent of Changping who had sucked his own blood began to boil faintly, if he didn't put it into the scabbard and the demon knife killing intent couldn't be suppressed, he was very likely to go mad.

hastily retracted the knife, there is no chic at all, this is his biggest regret in this game. Yang conspiracy, conspiracy, Xu Tianran played this battle to the fullest.

Resisting Wang Erzhu's attack and consuming his spiritual power is a conspiracy, even if Wang Erzhu knows the calculation in his heart, he will not allow himself to retreat with his pride. The last move, the attack of the nine flying knives that seems to be like a rainbow is just a feint attack of the embroidered pillow, with his fierce killing intent, unless Wang Erzhu really dares to exchange his life for his life, he will defend with all his sword, once the last breath of aura is exhausted, victory is just a thing in the bag for Xu Tianran.

Li Shiyu was overjoyed, and couldn't help but stand up and cheer. The corners of Zhu Ziqi's mouth couldn't help but smile, sure enough, he was still the little slippery head in Qingshan Town, his strength was not enough, and he planned to make it up. Lu Xiaobu's rough applause seemed to be able to penetrate the Nine Heavens, and Chihiro finally let go of his sweaty hands in his sleeves.

Yelu Dashi breathed a long sigh of relief and said proudly: "The fourth brother is really a genius, within thirty years, he will be on the martial arts review, and we are far from him." ”

Qian Tang thought so, Chen Jingtang looked at the fourth brother with a blue nose and swollen face, a broken shirt, and a bleak appearance, and a sense of admiration arose. If you are yourself, you will never be able to beat Wang Erzhu, if you are still competing with the fourth brother with all your strength at this time, it will be too shameless.

Chen Jingtang has already seen His Royal Highness the county lord's concern for Xu Tianran, the county lord also likes the fourth brother, it is time for him to let go, it seems that emotional injury is the fate of his life, and the woman he loves is either married to a junior brother or a righteous brother. However, one of the things is the most reluctant, and the destiny is like this, so you should follow it.