In the narrow mountain road, two figures stand opposite each other.

One was armed with a blood-colored sword, and the other had empty hands.

When Zhou Yihan saw that the other party was holding a big one, he was also aroused by boundless fighting intent.

He has been in southern Xinjiang for many years and has never encountered such a strong opponent.

Feeling the surging power of the blood veins in his body, Zhou Yihan regained his confident state.

The long sword in his hand once again bloomed with cold light, arousing his bloodthirsty desire.

The blade of the sword flashed like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, and wiped it towards the young man's throat.

The young man stomped heavily under his feet, and his body was like a piece of catkins, fluttering lightly in the wind.

The meridians are filled with the power of space, and every gesture is secretly in line with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

The essence of morality is to incarnate heaven and earth, like wind, fog and rain.

Like the swiftness of the wind, like the mist of the ethereal, like the agility of the rain.

The young man's figure kept moving, and a phantom appeared in Zhou Yihan's eyes.

It seems that it is difficult for the naked eye to grasp the trajectory of the other party's movement, and it is even more impossible to distinguish the real body in it.

You can't lock on to the target, and no amount of power will have an effect.

Zhou Yihan's long sword circled around his body, and the blood-colored edge spread around.

The other party is just flesh and blood, and if it is contaminated with a trace of sword, it will be injured.

The cold sword qi, centered on the fiery figure, radiated thousands of cold lights, like a bright lotus flower blooming.

There was a roar of sword qi in the air, and the sword light sprinkled all over the space within a radius of several zhang.

The figure of the young man shuttles between the gaps of the sword, like a colorful butterfly among the flowers, light and dexterous.

Where the two men clashed, a large cloud of smoke and dust was stirred.

The sword light is like falling into the sky, and the sword qi roars through the air, as if thousands of troops and horses are fighting fiercely.

The ground was crisscrossed and covered with sword marks.

In the sword light, the young man changed his strange steps under his feet, containing the rhythm of heaven and earth, shuttling and wandering in the space.

The wind is pervasive, the fog is erratic, and the rain is incessant.

The figure of the boy is like a fish swimming through the water, facing the turbulent river, going upstream.

The trajectory of the sword shadow in front of him, and the lines that crossed the air were clearly visible.

His mind was immersed in the perception of heaven and earth, and no slight change could escape his keen perception.

Zhou Yihan's long sword sprinkled light and shadow beside him, waving it without leaking.

The power of the bloodline is infused into the long sword, and each sword is powerful and heavy.

Offense is always the best defense.

Only by taking the initiative can we get the first opportunity.

The sword light laid by Zhou Yihan seems to be impenetrable, but in fact, there is a break in the urging of the power of the bloodline.

Just when the old power has been exhausted and the new power has not been born, there is a small pause.

A fleeting opportunity, only in a breath.

Through the layers of sword shadows, the young man observed the flaws in the sword moves, saw the opportunity, and bullied forward.

He stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly on the blade, instantly tearing a gap in the shadow of the sword.

The castration of the palm of his hand did not stop, and he clenched into a fist in the air, and ran directly towards Zhou Yihan's face.

Zhou Yihan's eyes flashed, and the long sword shook and slashed at the young man's wrist.

Fang Cai's move was to deliberately lure and force the young man to attack him.

The long sword trembled slightly, and the blade was cold and piercing.

The boy seemed to have expected that with his other hand and finger in the pinch, he would fix the blade of the sword in the air.

Zhou Yihan twisted hard, and the blood on the sword was so bright that it slashed at the young man's fingers.

If you dare to use your flesh and blood against a sharp sword, you will pay the price of underestimating the enemy.

The young man's fingers curled lightly and brushed across the blade of the sword, gentle as water waves.

There was a huge fluctuation from the long sword, causing Zhou Yihan's arm holding the sword to slam violently, and the long sword almost came out of his hand.

Before Zhou Yihan could be shocked, the young man's fist quietly descended.

The fist is silent, but there is no way to avoid it.

A fist shadow in Zhou Yihan's pupils continued to enlarge, and there was darkness in front of him.

Kiss.

I was hit on the door, and I felt dizzy in my head.

Zhou Yihan was a little out of proportion, waving his long sword, slashing wildly, like a headless fly spinning in place.

As soon as the young man's body moved, he appeared behind him, and another punch struck.

The speed of the fist was extremely fast, but the blow to Zhou Yihan's body did not constitute fatal damage.

It's just that this great shame makes Zhou Yihan feel ashamed and indignant.

The pain in the skin is far less intense than the blow to the soul.

Zhou Yihan ate a few punches in a row, and the power of the blood veins in his body began to collapse.

Each punch of the young man contained the power of space, hitting the intersection of Zhou Yihan's meridians, forming a small vacuum.

The power of the bloodline was blocked by the power of space, and it could not function as expected, making Zhou Yihan's body uncontrollable and staggering like drunk.

The long sword in Zhou Yihan's hand swung in a disorderly manner, just instinctively dancing.

The young man's fists were meticulous and fell on Zhou Yihan's head and face.

Zhou Yihan felt like he had turned into a sandbag, swaying with the boy's fist.

Every punch was like a war drum beating in his heart, destroying Zhou Yihan's fragile nerves.

Zhou Yihan hissed and roared as hard as he could, like a wounded beast.

He couldn't see his surroundings clearly, his sword was thrown aside, and his two hands clutched weakly in the air, as if he were crazy.

The young man revolved around Zhou Yihan, striking Zhou Yihan's body from all directions.

He controlled the force in his fist, just not hurting Zhou Yihan's meridians, but it made the other party feel the pain.

Zhou Yihan couldn't distinguish objects in his eyes, his body was covered with a storm-like fist, and his heart was full of despair.

The dizziness in his brain became more and more intense, causing Zhou Yihan to hallucinate.

He was scorching, like an iron embryo on a cutting board, to be forged repeatedly by a sledgehammer.

This torture is endless, and I don't know how long it will last before this hellish ordeal ends.

He tried to fall into a coma every time, but was awakened by the pain coming from his body.

Those fists hit accurately, but they didn't make him unconscious, and the meridians were like thousands of ants stirring, and they were like needles pricking fire.

The monks of Silver Glory City watched from afar, and a battle turned into a one-sided trend.

The vice-city lord, who was like a god in their eyes, was going through an unforgettable experience at the moment.

Far away, you can hear the muffled sound of fists falling on flesh.

Look in the eyes, the pain is in the heart.

The crowd opened their mouths wide and stared at the shocking scene, unable to make a sound.

The fist hit Zhou Yihan's body, and it seemed to fall on everyone's hearts.

There is also a certain rhythm in the striking, which combines a display of strength and beauty.

What if you put yourself in their shoes?

Everyone shuddered, but luckily they weren't involved in the fight.

Nothing beats seeing it with your own eyes.

The monk of Yinyao City lowered his head, not daring to pay attention to this exciting scene anymore.

The boy's fist finally stopped, and he dusted off his shirt calmly.

Zhou Yihan was like a big tree that had been cut down, and it collapsed with a bang.

Is it finally over?

Zhou Yihan's spirit was relaxed, and all his limbs and bones poured out a deep sleepiness.

His head was bigger, and his eyes were swollen and left only a slit.

Through heavy eyes, he saw the boy smiling and nodding at him.

"What else to say now. The young man squatted down and patted Zhou Yihan's face gently.

Zhou Yihan was furious in his heart, and turned his head to ignore it.

He longed for a crack in the ground to get into it.

"I know you're okay, it's just a warm-up. ”

The young man waved his fist carelessly, causing Zhou Yihan to feel a little bitter in his mouth.

The gap between the two made Zhou Yihan understand that the young man was not boasting at all.

Not only did he lose, he lost completely.

"What the hell do you want. Zhou Yihan endured the pain all over his body and got up from the ground.

The young man walked in front of everyone in Yinyao City with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this evil star approaching, the monks of Silver Yao City hurriedly ducked back, not daring to meet his sharp gaze head-on.

The passage was narrow, and the crowd was crowded together, and they all retreated.

It was inevitable that they would step on each other, and if they were not careful, they would fall down with a bang.

"It's a pity that you're abusive. ”

The boy stepped out and stomped heavily on the ground.

This foot contained a path of thick earth, and the narrow mountain path was immediately muddy and soft as a swamp.

The bodies of the people of Silver Yao City were submerged in the dirt, and they continued to sink as they struggled.

The dirt reached his shoulders and was about to reach his mouth and nose, causing a burst of suffocation.

"I beg you to let us live. The crowd erupted in cries of terror.

The terrifying scene just now still haunted everyone's hearts, and the crisis at this time made them even more frightened.

In front of them stood as if it were not a single person, but a mysterious lord of heaven and earth.

"The way to survive is to fight for it on your own, and if you choose the wrong direction, you will have to suffer the corresponding consequences. ”

The young man's voice was righteous and stern, as if piercing the dawn of the dark night, and it was undoubtedly a slap in the face to everyone.

"You cherish life, have you ever thought about the situation of others? Above morality, you will be punished. ”

With a wave of the young man's hand, hundreds of lightning bolts fell in response, smashing down on the heads and faces of the people in Yinyao City.

There was a scorching smell in the air, and many people were scarred by the lightning lash.

The screams echoed in the valley for a long time.

"We should not start a needless war, please forgive our offense. Someone couldn't help but cry out for mercy.

"The sound was too small for me to hear clearly. The boy put one hand to his ear and pretended to listen hard.

He had a big smile on his face, but in the eyes of everyone, he was as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

More and more people are joining the ranks of people to beg for mercy, and all kinds of votes are being heard.

"I beg my lord to raise his noble hand, and we will never step into Jinhui City again. ”

In the midst of shouting, everyone felt that the frequency of lightning was gradually slowing down, and they could no longer care about their faces, and shouted loudly.

Zhou Yihan saw everyone's performance, his heart was like ashes, and he stood in place.

"Your leaders, you may have different opinions. The young man turned around with a smile and looked at Zhou Yihan.

"Why don't you join them too, the so-called blessings are shared, and difficulties are shared. ”

Zhou Yihan's body shook, and the arrogance in his eyes disappeared.

His lips twitched in a daze, and he didn't know where to start.

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