Winter goes to spring, the ice and snow melt, and the greenery returns to the earth.

Thousands of miles to the south of Jinhui City, there is a mountain range that stretches east and west, like a giant dragon entrenched on the vast ground, forming a spectacular scene.

The mountains are gentle and the scenery is beautiful.

It is like a natural barrier, blocking the passage from south to north.

The Oolong Mountain Range stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and if you want to reach Jinhui City from south to north, you must climb over this mountain range.

The camp of Kuzhu Village is stationed here, and because of the dangerous terrain, it has to take in many exiles.

Months have passed since Yinyao City inquired about the news, and no news has come back.

Yin Yaocheng finally couldn't bear it anymore and took action.

On this day, a team appeared in the Oolong Mountains.

The leader was Zhou Yihan, the deputy city lord of Yinyao City, and all of them were the elite forces of Yinyao City, all of whom were of the third-grade high-level bloodline, and there were hundreds of people.

Zhou Yihan is over half a hundred years old, and he has reached the fourth-grade intermediate bloodline. On the surface, he looks like a middle-aged person, with well-proportioned muscles and no fat. Reflecting his resolute countenance, he was full of majesty.

The team marched silently through the mountains, without making a sound, appearing well-trained.

The mountains on either side are steep, and the narrow passage allows only two people to walk side by side. The procession of hundreds of people gradually stretched and slowly moved along the winding mountain road.

A young man sat quietly on the mountain road, with a pot of good wine in front of him, pouring himself a drink.

"Someone, get out of the way. A monk from Silver Glory City pointed forward with a sword in his hand.

The boy seemed to be startled, and the wine glass in his hand shook, and a few drops of green and mellow liquid dripped down the mountain road.

"Who's shouting and disturbing the peace of your master. ”

The boy tilted his neck and poured the wine in his mouth, dissatisfied with the monk's accusations.

He stood up, his body staggering, his eyes glazed over.

"Where did the drunkard come from, delaying our trip, beware of the head on your neck. The monk shouted.

The boy put down his glass, crossed his hands on his hips, and spat on the ground.

"The road is facing the sky, and each one goes to the other. You go your way, and I drink my wine, why should I make way for you? ”

Seeing that he was not very old, but he was old-fashioned when he spoke, it caused everyone to laugh.

"This kind of mountain and wild person, if you don't teach him a lesson, you won't know how powerful our Yinyao City is. ”

The monks of Yinyao City thought very highly of themselves and disdained the people of southern Xinjiang.

Hearing the boy's insulting words, the monk took a knife in one hand and slapped the boy in the chest.

This palm only used thirty percent of the force, and ordinary people were enough to fall on it.

The boy didn't dodge or dodge, and received a heavy slap on the chest.

"Oops, it hurts. With a pained look on his face, the boy bent down and put his hands on his chest.

The monk was a little strange if he couldn't knock the boy away.

"Get out of here, good dogs don't get in the way. With a wave of his palm, the monk went to take the boy by the collar.

His palm was still halfway through when the boy jerked his head up and spewed out a stream of wine arrows from his mouth.

The monk couldn't dodge it, and was sprayed all over his face.

The drink ran down his neck, and anger erupted from his chest.

The monk picked up his long knife and slashed it down at the boy.

"Stop. Zhou Yihan spoke from the side and stopped the impulse of his subordinates.

The teenager appeared here out of nowhere, a little strange.

Zhou Yihan stepped forward to look at the young man, and he couldn't feel the fluctuation of the power of the bloodline from him.

"If you stand in our way, you will not be afraid of losing your life in vain. ”

Zhou Yihan has seen many scenes, but he is puzzled by the young man's behavior.

"You disturbed the master's drinking, and you hurt people, what is the difference between you and a robber. The young man's eyes rolled, and he spoke without mercy.

Zhou Yihan smiled dumbly, this person is either not familiar with human feelings, or his brain is not bright enough.

His people were all armed, but he was not afraid at all.

"Where are you from, don't get yourself in trouble. Zhou Yihan was already very polite when he asked himself, he was in a hurry, and he didn't want to expose his whereabouts too early.

"I'm a villager from the vicinity of Jinhui City, but you are suspicious, and you are not good at first glance. ”

The boy stretched and yawned, looking drunk.

"Ignorant child, do you know who you're talking to. The monk was a little impatient, and shouted viciously.

"All I heard was the dog barking, so noisy. The boy gave him a blank look, stooped down and picked up the glass again.

The monk's bearded eyes glared, and he was about to step forward with his long knife.

Zhou Yihan didn't stop it this time, obviously not wanting to continue to entangle with the teenager.

The long knife slashed through the air and slashed towards the boy's neck.

Clang.

The sound of metal intersecting sounded.

The wine glass in the young man's hand collided with the long knife.

The tiny glass rests in the air, intact.

But the long knife cracked through it, leaving only the bottom half.

The monk froze in shock, staring at the half-blade in his hand and his eyes widened.

"Sure enough, it's a master, and there are such characters in Jinhui City, which is really impressive. ”

Zhou Yihan clapped his hands, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Just that moment is enough to show that the young man in front of him is by no means idle.

"I'm just a mountain villager, and I don't know much kung fu. It's just some experience with a dog. ”

The boy casually picked up the flask again, poured a glass, and tasted it to himself.

Zhou Yi looked at the young man coldly, and kept thinking in his heart.

"Since Your Excellency does not want to give way, we will not bother you any more. Zhou Yihan's attitude changed, and he commanded the team to retreat.

Yinyaocheng's operation was secretive and did not reveal the news in advance. Before getting in touch with Lan Putao and Kuzhuzhai, I don't want to be too ostentatious.

The boy was strange at every turn, and if it wasn't for them, it didn't seem like an accident.

The narrow mountain road is not conducive to the team's strength, so when the situation is unclear, it is better to wait and see before making plans.

"You offended me in the past, and if you want to leave at this time, I'm afraid it's not so easy. ”

The young man seemed to be smiling, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

Many figures poured out of the cliffs on both sides of the mountain road, and it was the people of Kuzhu Village who showed their figures.

A lot of rolling logs and stones were thrown down from above, piled up in the narrow mountain path, blocking the back road of the Silver Yao City team.

There is no way back.

Zhou Yi's cold face was like frost, and he pulled out a long sword from his waist.

If you want to break out of the encirclement, you can only defeat the teenager in front of you.

"You also use a sword, just like me. ”

The young man let out a long laugh, and there was a dark red sword in his hand.

The power of Zhou Yihan's blood veins was released, and a red crane shadow appeared behind him.

The crane sings in Jiugao, and the sound is heard in the wilderness.

The graceful posture is light and elegant, and between the wings, it is like a cloud sleeve dancing.

The long sword in Zhou Yihan's hand swung up, sprinkling a piece of light and shadow.

The air around him became cold, and only the sword light swallowed the cold glow.

With the sound of the wind, it seems that the grievances and depression of leaving people are knotted on the way home.

Zhou Yihan's sword startled the rain of flowers in the sky, falling silently, but it contained a fierce killing intent.

The crane crumbled fiercely, and the sound cried blood.

The eternal desolation in the mountains was condensed in the shadow of the sword, turning into layers of ripples, like a lingering mist quietly spreading.

The sound of whimpering in the wind stirred and unleashed.

The sword glow is like a stamen, quietly blooming, shining with cold light in the poignant light.

Hidden in a wonderful picturesque landscape, there are gorgeous traps laid everywhere.

The long sword in the young man's hand shook, and the sword lit up with misty starlight.

The sword peak is unpretentious and plain, and it seems that there is no trace of the antelope's horns.

This sword seems to be a thousand swords.

The sword shadows of the two sides intersected, blooming with boundless ripples.

The young man's sword was like a shock, and the vast and simple sword intent was like a pine wave and a wave of clouds, gushing endlessly.

The heart of the Tao is like iron, and it is stronger than gold and stone.

There was no wave in the young man's eyes, as if there was nothing between heaven and earth that could confuse him.

The big sword in his hand trembled with a subtle tremor that was difficult to see with the naked eye, drawing a light and ethereal trajectory, bringing bursts of spatial whirlpools.

Zhou Yihan's sword and the immortal crane phantom inspired by the bloodline can not only confuse the enemy's hearing and hearing, but also stimulate the power in the sword, which is already quite a prototype of Taoism.

Different means to the same end.

When cultivation reaches a certain level, the means used are all interpretations of the Tao.

The way of cultivation is different, which means the size of the power.

Yin Yao City's cultivation level was a cut above Jin Hui City, and it was even dwarfed by the vicissitudes of life compared to the young man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

Zhou Yihan's sword and the young man came into contact hundreds of times in an instant, and he felt a huge vibration in his hand.

The force of the shock coming from the sword was even more fierce than the strength of his attack.

The atmosphere created by his painstakingly stimulating bloodline was completely unable to affect the strength of his opponent, and it was difficult to gain the upper hand even in a head-on confrontation.

Even if this young man cultivates from his mother's womb, it is only more than ten years, how can it be compared to his decades of research immersed in the power of the bloodline.

Zhou Yihan's blood was boiling, and his whole person was bathed in red light, as if his body was burning.

The shadow of the crane behind it swelled to a height of several zhang, and its form was vivid, its wings spread out, and a clear and high-pitched scream came out of its long beak.

Zhou Yihan's whole body robe was swollen, and his figure was extraordinarily tall.

His face was cold, and he couldn't see the fluctuations in his heart.

The body also floated slowly, like a wind against the wind.

The blood in the body pounded the meridians, and the scorching breath formed a strange combination with the cold face.

Tom tom.

It was as if there was a big drum beating, as if the blood was surging and about to burst out of the body.

Zhou Yihan's voice was indifferent, like a god and Buddha high above.

"All living beings are suffering, sinking into the earth. With my flesh and blood, I will forge the avenue. ”

The shadow of the crane slammed into Zhou Yihan's body, like throwing a torch into the boiling oil.

Zhou Yi's cold and fiery figure stood in the air, like a scorching remnant sun, spitting heat waves surgingly.

"Death to me!" roared between heaven and earth.

The long sword in Zhou Yihan's hand spewed the power of blood veins, slashed through a blood-red trajectory, and fell with a bang.

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