The carriage drove slowly through the intricate East Alley of Chang'an, and it seemed that it was less than half a mile away before it had to enter Zhuque Street. As soon as the cloaked coachman pulled the reins, the carriage suddenly turned into another winding alleyway.

"What do you eat? Don't you have a brain?"

When the silver arhat sitting on the side saw this, he was immediately furious, and he couldn't wait to take him out of the car with a palm.

At this moment, a slight movement came from inside the carriage. Although the sound was not obvious, the silver arhat, who was a cultivator, could still detect it. He subconsciously turned around and reached out to pull the car door.

At the same time, Liang Yi let go of the reins and let the carriage move forward on its own, and an orange-red sword came out of the black robe. Saying that it was too late, the silver arhat did not hesitate at all, and the moment he felt the murderous aura rising, a spiritual power immediately condensed in his palm. The right hand that pushed the door was a backhand, and it struck naked on the orange bonus sword, making a dull roar.

I saw that on the palm of the silver arhat, there was a layer of crystal transparent barrier attached, and it was this barrier that prevented his hand from being pierced by a sword.

"Spiritual power realization?" Liang Yi exclaimed, this silver arhat was actually a third-order cultivator.

Before Liang Yi's words fell, a sudden dark energy burst out from the palm of the silver arhat, and Liang Yi was knocked out of the carriage. Silver Arhat grabbed the reins with one hand and pushed the car door open with the other.

At this moment, in the carriage, Zheng Tong was lying quietly inside, motionless and breathless. His shirt, however, was dyed bright red, and a rusty sword was drawn from the window. It can be clearly seen that the sword is also stained with bright red.

Zheng Tong is dead!

Yin Luohan almost couldn't believe that Zheng Tong had been killed like this.

The moment the carriage stopped, the silver arhat jumped off the carriage and quickly rushed to the back of the carriage. I saw a young man with a sword in his hand, standing on a wooden board of the carriage at this moment.

The silver arhat didn't say a word, and slapped it with his palm, and the palm of his hand gathered petrified spiritual power, like a pair of armor.

Sonorous!

The young man held his sword in front of his chest, blocking the attack of the silver arhat. But at this moment, the spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand suddenly exploded. With a few thunderous low roars, the young man's face turned pale, and he hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, but he was still injured by this powerful spiritual power fluctuation, and the corners of his mouth overflowed blood.

The young man took a few steps back, looked at him with a frown, and said in a deep voice: "It is said that the Silver Arhat of the Sword Talisman Gang is famous in Chang'an City for his thunderbolt palm technique, but since he was seriously injured two years ago and his strength retreated from the peak of the third order to the peak of the second order, he has also disappeared without a trace. I didn't expect you to be still in Chang'an. ”

The appearance of the silver arhat was indeed unexpected by Xu Changfeng.

"Count you kid acquaintance!" Yin Luohan said coldly, "Many people think that they have retired from the rivers and lakes, but in fact, I have been secretly staying in the Sword Fu Gang, and recently I met by chance, and I stepped from the peak of the second order to the third order." Say! Who instructed you to kill Zheng Tong? Say it, give you a good time!"

"It's just three orders, it's not a matter of concern. ”

As an arrogant word came out, an orange bonus sword followed closely behind the silver Arhat. The silver arhat quickly measured his body and slapped his palms on the blade of the sword three times in a row. The sharp sword held by Liang Yi was also pushed away from his chest, and the other palm of the silver arhat followed closely, and when he was about to hit his vital point, the dark red rusty sword suddenly came out and blocked this palm.

Even so, the two of them were still shocked back by the spiritual power fluctuations that popped out of their palms, and their faces were not very good-looking, obviously they both suffered internal injuries of varying severity.

"Just a second-order cultivator, he dares to kill people in Chang'an City, he really doesn't know the height of the sky. Silver Arhat looked at the embarrassed two and said angrily.

Now that Zheng Tong is dead, he must catch these two people, otherwise he will not be able to deal with Zheng Kai. If he hadn't had a sword with him at this time, how could he have been so troublesome if he had to kill them?

Liang Yi quickly came back to his senses and took a step in front of Xu Changfeng, "You go first, I'll stop this guy." ”

"To go together, I can't leave you alone. Xu Changfeng shook his head and said, "Besides, he is only in the early stage of the third order, so he may not be able to fight." ”

"Since that......'s the case," Liang Yi said, a smile appeared on his face, he hadn't experienced this kind of fun of killing people in a long time.

Liang Yi's pace was fast, and the lonely smoke was running in his body, and he unleashed a powerful sword technique in the Wasteland Sword Sutra, stabbing at the throat of the silver arhat with a single blow.

The silver arhat was shocked by Liang Yi's speed, and the spiritual power quickly spread out from his body, covering the spiritual power of the essence on top of the vital points of his body. Spiritual power materialization is a unique sign for third-order cultivators, if Xu Changfeng also reaches the third-order cultivation, the Cold Rain Sword Sutra he casts is not just an image.

The stronger the strength, the more the image can be transformed into the concrete.

When the Rakshasa maniac in his heyday walked the rivers and lakes, it was even more of a sword out, and cold rain followed.

"Boom!"

The silver arhat blocked the Shocking Sword, but there were still several cuts on his body. Liang Yi knew that it was impossible to hurt his vital points, so he picked out the most painful places to draw his sword.

Yin Luohan endured the pain on his body and couldn't help but face Liang Yilai. Although he only had a second-order cultivation, his strength was comparable to that of the early stage of the third-order foundation building realm. It's also quite vicious, and it's a ruthless character.

Xu Changfeng and Liang Yi glanced at each other, and the two immediately nodded, and together they raised their swords and stabbed at the silver arhat.

The silver arhat looked at the two sharp swords that were directly stabbed, and he was not sloppy. His palms were opposed, and a vortex appeared in his palms, and the fluctuations of the spiritual power of the riot quickly swept towards the two of them.

Liang Yi's Shocking Sword immediately turned into a block, stopping the strong wind that was coming. Xu Changfeng followed closely and took a sideways step and performed a wind and rain sword technique. For a while, the wind whistled by, and there was faint rain coming. The silver arhat felt a slight chill in his left arm, and before he could dodge, the scarlet blood remained on the dark red rusty sword.

"I'm really underestimating you. Yin Luohan quickly sealed his acupuncture points, gritted his teeth and shouted.

Perhaps because of the battle in the Qingzhu Sword Academy, the cooperation between the two became very tacit, attacking the silver Arhat one after the other, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand. In this case, once the sword is taken away by the silver arhat, the situation will definitely be reversed.

After a while, there were several more scars on the silver arhat's body. After all, he is a Falling Realm cultivator, even if the realm climbs back, his strength is not as good as before.

The silver arhat knew that he could not be entangled any longer, or he would die tonight. The majestic spiritual power gathered in the palm of his hand, and flew towards the two of them like throwing sand.

The spiritual power was scattered into tiny pieces in the air, and the two of them raised their swords one after another, splitting the fragments of spiritual power that fell from the sky.

At this moment, the silver arhat's fingertips flicked, and three tiny steel needles were sandwiched between the spiritual power fragments, flying towards the two of them.

Xu Changfeng is also an expert in playing needles, so he is extremely sensitive to this thing.

"Dingding!"

His blade slid down, and two thin needles struck the spine of the sword and fell. Just as Xu Changfeng went to find the location of the third thin needle, Liang Yi suddenly let out a low cry and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Yin Luohan slapped his palm towards Liang Yi excitedly. Xu Changfeng secretly said that it was not good, but it was too late to stop him.

Just as the palm of the furious spiritual power approached Liang Yi, the orange bonus sword suddenly glowed with a layer of orange halo, and the halo seemed to be mixed with more than a dozen sword shadows.

"Ten Thousand Swords!"

The Orange Bonus Sword was like cutting tofu, and it actually penetrated the essence of the spiritual power in the palm of the Iron Arhat, and pierced deeply into his arm. The red light dissipated, and the shadow of the sword still spread upwards along his pierced arm like a tide.

The silver arhat screamed, and his other palm slammed into the impaled arm. The strong impact caused his arm to break free of Liang Yi's sword, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Self-cutting meridians!

In order to prevent the spiritual power fluctuations on Liang Yi's sword from continuing to spread into his body, he chose to cut off the meridians of this arm. This silver arhat is really a ruthless person. After all, if he didn't do that, he would have to lie on the ground tonight, if not dead. The spiritual power enters the body, and in serious cases, it can even shatter his internal organs.

Silver Arhat clutched his bleeding right hand and disappeared into the alley as fast as he could.

Xu Changfeng watched this scene from the sidelines and felt incredible. Who would have thought that Liang Yi would be able to use such a strong move with his backhand in this situation.

Liang Yi covered his chest that was pierced by a thin needle, gritted his teeth and looked at Xu Changfeng and said, "This is called the Amazing Ten Thousand Swords, and it is the strongest move in the Wasteland Sword Sutra." Shocked out of the sheath, a sword broke ten thousand swords. It's a pity that I can only cast a dozen sword shadows now, otherwise he will die. ”

Xu Changfeng glanced at his pale face, anxious. Suddenly found that Liang Yi's lips turned dark black, and hurriedly stepped forward and shouted, "The needle is poisonous?"