Looking at the place where the sword light appeared, Zeng Whale didn't dare to slack off at all, and immediately rushed over there.

At this time, Isha also ran out, holding a lightsaber in her hand, looking at the direction where Zhao Bin left.

"How are you, are you alright?"

Seeing the blood stains on the corner of Isa's lips, Zeng Whale asked with some concern.

"I'm fine...... Let's go over and have a look......"

As he spoke, Isha was about to chase after her, but was immediately dragged by Zeng Whale.

"You stay here, I'll go. ”

After persuading Isa to stop, Zeng Whale snatched the lightsaber again, and reflexively rushed back.

On the other side, a soft drink from the night rain banquet attracted the attention of the deer.

When he turned his head to look, he saw that the Blood Refining Demon Sword had already flown towards him.

The figure flickered, facing the Blood Refining Demon Sword, and the deer swaggered out his hand to grab it, and then slashed out a sword light behind him.

With a loud bang, the deer swaggered and retreated sharply, distancing himself from Ye Xinian, who was following reluctantly.

At this moment, a second long whistle came, and another brilliant sword light flew out from the City Affairs Bureau, and lightning shot out.

The deer stared at it with swaggering eyes, his brows furrowed slightly. The other party is very difficult to entangle alone, and now there is another one, and this person's strength is obviously higher.

Looking at the heavy sword in his hand, Lu Zhaoyao threw the sword towards the Night Rain Banquet.

There is something special about this sword, and it is very uncomfortable to use, as if it is resisting itself.

Lu Zhaoyao knew that this sword was alive, and I am afraid that only those who approved it could use it.

This kind of sword that can recognize the Lord is not something that can be used by just anyone.

It seems to be handy to use in the Night Rain Banquet, but in the hands of others, it will only get in the way, and it will not be able to exert its original power.

When throwing the heavy sword, in the other hand of the deer swagger, the scythe of Zen Wu has been formed.

"Zen Wu figurative!"

Looking at the deer's swaggering scythe, Ye Xinian's eyes showed a fierce light, "Which sect are you a disciple, have you crossed the line?" This is the territory of my Huayue Sword Sect. ”

"Huayue Sword Sect? ”

Lu Zhao's eyes froze, and he slashed the sickle in his hand, "I am a loose cultivator, no sect and no sect!"

The scythe shone with brilliance and slashed towards Ye Xinian.

"Humph!"

Ye Xinian sneered, his body shook suddenly, and a sword body phantom expanded out of his body.

The sword body soared into the sky and slashed at the deer's swaggering scythe.

With a dull loud bang, the sword and the sickle collided, and the invisible waves rippled out, and the aura rolled like ocean waves.

The first type, reaping hope!

As soon as the deer swaggered and believed, the scythe bloomed, and the blade shone with blazing brilliance.

The body of the sword that blocked the scythe suddenly cracked, and there was a violent vibration.

"How is that possible?"

Sensing the crack in the figurative sword body, Ye Xinian's heart was suddenly shocked, and he immediately began to withdraw and retreat, even more wanting to take the sword body back.

But as soon as the thought moved, there was an indescribable sense of brokenness in my heart.

And the figurative sword body in the sky has been shattered by the scythe.

"Wow......"

Ye Xinian's chest was stuffy, and he vomited with a mouthful of blood.

The embodiment of Zen martial arts is closely related to the practitioner, and it can be said that the practitioner is the embodiment of the "Tao" of the self.

Now it was smashed by a deer swaggering sickle, which immediately shook Ye Xinian's foundation.

Although the figurative sword body, even if it is damaged, it can still be figuratively formed next time. But with such an experience, it will still cause certain psychological obstacles to Ye Xinian.

Especially this kind of situation of being killed by others in seconds and having no ability to resist at all, can make people have demons in their hearts the most.

Out of contempt for the deer's swagger, this feeling is even more prominent in Ye Xinian's heart.

"Come again!"

The deer swaggered his hands and kept moving, trying to finish off the opponent before the other person arrived.

But as soon as the scythe was cut down, another sword light shot out, blocking the deer's swaggering scythe.

"Boy, you're crazy!"

Zhao Bin rushed over, glanced at Ye Xinian, and showed a sense of anger.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, this person injured his junior brother.

The strength of the other party is really strong.

In Tiger Hug City, I am afraid that there is only one person who can have this kind of strength.

"Are you a deer swagger?"

Watching the deer swagger, Zhao Bin's eyes showed murderous intent.

"You know me, too?"

Lu Zhaoyao frowned, and his heart sank. Although his own information is not difficult, how does the other party know?

Could it be that there are still undercover agents of these sects in the current City Affairs Bureau?

The other party appears here, I'm afraid there is another mystery.

"Are you a loose cultivator?" Zhao Bin squinted his eyes, his gaze shining with aura, checking the strength of the deer's swagger.

But after looking at it for a while, I couldn't feel any breath of the deer's swagger at all.

"Do you have a way to hide your breath?"

Make the opponent unable to perceive his own cultivation, which will gain a slight advantage to a certain extent in the process of fighting with others.

Only when the enemy does not understand the situation can there be greater deterrence, and even people can be afraid to attack with all their strength easily.

Now, the feeling of deer swagger is like this, and Zhao Bin is very unhappy with this unknown feeling.

Because you can't feel the depth of the opponent, you must leave three points of strength when you fight, so as to prevent the opponent from having any hidden powerful means.

"Are you tiger hugging the city making trouble?"

Glancing at the two cultivators, Lu Zhaoyao's face was cold, and the disgust in his eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

"It's time for Tiger Hug City to pay this year's year. ”

Facing Lu Zhao's questioning, Zhao Bin didn't answer at all, but sneered: "A word of advice, don't fight, although your strength is good, but in front of the Huayue Sword Sect, you can make you irreversible at any time." ”

Zhao Bin turned his head sideways, glanced at Ye Xinian, and sneered: "Also, if you hurt my junior brother, just leave an arm." ”

"I've always felt like I'm crazy. Lu Zhaoyao shook his head lightly and said sarcastically: "But I didn't expect that you are crazier than me." Don't you know where you are now?"

At this time, Zeng Whale had already rushed over, and when he saw the tension between the two sides, he immediately came to Lu Zhaoyao's side.

"Xiaolu, the strength of the Huayue Sword Sect is very strong, we can't fight them. ”

Zeng Whale's eyes were full of vigilance, "I have heard that the Huayue Sword Sect is a sect of cultivators, and their entry threshold is the Purifying Path, and the grandmasters of the Zen Martial Dao are just ordinary disciples. ”

"I heard?"

Glancing at Zeng Whale, Lu swaggered and whispered, "What is their origin?"

For the Huayue Sword Sect, Lu Zhaoyao didn't know about it, and he had never heard of it.

But since they jumped out and said that they needed some "annual offerings", this made Lu Zhaoyao a little worried.

If this Huayue Sword Sect is also a factor affecting Tiger Hug City, I'm afraid this is not a place to stay for a long time.

"It's really a loose cultivation, that weird looks like a stunned young man. ”。

Although the voices of the two of them were soft, they were still heard by Zhao Bin.

I didn't quite believe it yet, Lu Zhaoyao is a loose cultivator. But now, from the ignorance of the deer's swagger, the term "scattered cultivation" has been determined.