Ji Hanyan stood in front, and Chen Weiming couldn't stop stopping.

The little girl stood there with her hands stretched out horizontally, like a refusal horse, with tears in her eyes and a look of grievance. Just stood stubbornly, watched, and didn't say a word.

Chen Weiming looked at her, his face was expressionless, and after the meeting, he said coldly: "Get out of the way!"

"Don't let it!" Ji Hanyan bit her lip, extremely sad: "They said that you approached me in order to subvert the empire, tell them that this is not the case." ”

It's not about asking for answers for others at all, it's for herself.

Chen Weiming knew, but he also knew that he couldn't tell her the answer at this moment, so he raised his hand and slapped it.

"Who do you think you are? Even Ji Chengxin has to shrink in front of me, what are you! Get out of here!"

Although he didn't have a bit of true qi, he was also extremely powerful, Ji Hanyan stumbled, and was directly pulled aside to the ground, and Chen Weiming strode forward again.

Ji Hanyan quickly got up, her cheeks were red, the swollen boss burst into tears, and the pain in her heart was better than the pain in her body. After so many years, the person she trusts the most, except for her parents, is Chen Weiming. The respect for this master is indescribable, deep in the bone marrow, but today I got such an answer, how to describe the pain in my heart.

Looking at the back of the resolute forward, my heart hurt again, and finally I couldn't help shouting: "Master!"

Chen Weiming was also sour in his heart, he never called Ji Hanyan an apprentice, because he felt that this girl was like his sister, and he didn't want her to be wronged at all.

But today I have to be like this, at this time I am the target of everyone, and the farther away from myself, the better. Although his heart hurts, he doesn't show any performance, and his steps are not slow, and he continues to walk step by step.

Walking on the flesh and blood, corpses, and souls that seemed to be still wailing in the air, Chen Weiming turned back into the killer of the past, at this moment, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Shooting is death, and the huge pressure makes people feel breathless. This monk of the Great Perfection Realm of the Empty Netherworld Period has ominous patterns, and if those sect masters on the high platform do not make a move, only the monks of the same Empty Netherworld Great Perfection Realm can fight.

And this battle is only theoretical, those who have died are enough to make people realize that this killer will never be weaker than the Grim Blade who has been called the cold-blooded god of death. Without the strength of the Tribulation Period, making a move is tantamount to looking for death.

And there are not many Void Netherworld Monks in this world, and today it is also because of the rare event that so many Void Netherworld Great Perfection Realm monks came, and as for the Tribulation Period monks, it is even rarer.

No one could stop him...... Everyone finally understood why the people of Lumen Mountain, who were so strong before and never paid attention to Han Jiangxue's opinions, would accept Tao Shiheng's balance. Because he knew the strength of the walker, and knew that this person had the combat power that would be difficult to be defeated below the Tribulation Period.

Just when everyone felt that they could only accept the fact that Chen Weiming was leaving, suddenly a powerful aura rose into the sky in the distance, and the fighting spirit was dashing. It was like a fierce beast rushing towards it, bombarding with Chen Weiming's breath.

In an instant, the breath of the two of them was like two giant peaks bombarding wildly, roaring, as if there were sparks and lightning flying everywhere, falling one by one, which was terrifying.

The monks were horrified, lest they be affected, and hurriedly dispersed, and in an instant they made way for a road to lead into the distance. Hundreds of meters away, there was a figure standing, dressed in brocade, holding a long sword, eyebrows like wings, eyes like swords, staring fiercely in this direction.

"Li Zuo!"

Wu Zidao, who was on the high platform, couldn't help but exclaim, who was the person standing at the other end was not Li Zuo.

Lumen Mountain's face was gloomy, and he never thought that this guy would stand up at this time. Although after so many years, he was extremely ashamed of this person's character and didn't even want to see him, but he couldn't help but admire this person's perseverance and cultivation talent.

After meeting Wang Lun from Tianxin Pool, Li Zuo seemed to understand that his cultivation was not the Qinglian Sword Song at all, so he made a change, no longer pursuing the ethereal artistic conception of the Qinglian Sword Song, but kneading the simple and complete ruthless killing intention into it.

People are divided into good and evil, but there is no position in cultivation, any power is the way, as long as you can carry it out to the end, you can become stronger when you go to the extreme.

Li Zuo is like this, his swordsmanship is still in the shape of Qinglian Sword Song, but it has become a killing and ruthless meaning. There is no fluttering fairy aura at all, only a chilling killing intent.

I really look down on this person, but it is undeniable that he is very strong, and in the past twenty years, he has even reached the Great Perfection Realm of the Void Netherworld Period earlier than Wu Zidao, but he has never broken through. This person made a move, and he couldn't be sure if Chen Weiming could get out of here.

"If you don't take me as a disciple, I can bear it. You look down on me, and I can bear it. But you took him as an apprentice and helped him deal with him like this, how can you let me bear it?"

Li Zuo looked at Chen Weiming's direction and said loudly, looking at Chen Weiming, but the words were for the people of Lumen Mountain.

"You can not accept me, but why accept him, don't forget, he is my enemy of the extermination, in the past, it was he and the sword forced by my family to ruin, and I am the only one left who died. ”

"Walker, pay for my Li family's life!"

As soon as the words fell, the Qingfeng sword in his hand came out of the sheath, and the awe-inspiring sword intent soared into the sky, turning into a huge cyan lotus, with a terrifying blood, extremely terrifying.

The meeting with Wang Lun completely shattered his dream of being a descendant of Qinglian, but it also allowed him to walk out of another path. The so-called three-style swordsmanship is a joke, the sword of the strong, as long as one move.

After so many years, he finally fused the swordsmanship he realized back then into one move, and carried out the ruthless and cold-blooded killing intent to the end.

"Blood Lotus Sword Song!"

The killing intent was like blood, filling the sky, and Qinglian turned into a blood lotus and suppressed Chen Weiming. Before he could get closer, the terrifying killing sword qi directly obliterated more than a thousand people in the shrouded area.

With such a sword move, it is invincible to a monk in the Tribulation Period...... In an instant, countless monks had such thoughts, and even the sect masters on the high platform were surprised.

Chen Weiming had a calm face, expressionless, and still walked forward step by step, without the slightest hesitation or pause, as if this person gave him no different feeling from those people before.

The right hand stretched out diagonally, the ninth-level spirit weapon long sword was in the hand, and when the blood lotus was about to fall, it suddenly struck, with the power of thunder, the blessing of the wind, and the divine power of the arrow path pattern urged, and rose to the sky.

All the power was compressed and gathered, blessed on the long sword, there was no terrifying momentum, and there was no dazzling Xuanguang, just rushing into the blood lotus.

When everyone thought that there would be a terrifying energy bombardment frenzy, they saw that the terrifying blood lotus was like a bubble being punctured, shattering in an instant, and the terrifying killing intent poured out for thousands of miles.

However, the long sword of the ninth-level spiritual weapon was like a long rainbow piercing through the sun, breaking through the blood lotus.

The white horse crossed the gap and killed in front of Li Zuo.

"Ahh

only heard a scream, and Li Zuo was directly nailed to the ground by the long sword. (To be continued.) )