Yi Xitong's arrogant temperament would not have easily revealed such a color, although she also expected that a person with the level of the head of the small world would definitely be extraordinary, but at this moment, it seems that it is still far stronger than she imagined.

Since Guangling Zhenren decided to kill the killer, he will not show mercy, as his footsteps fell, the water stains on the ground immediately splashed high, and every step he took fell, the street seemed to be oppressed by an extremely powerful force, and the water stains unscrupulously splashed towards the surrounding crazy crash.

As these water stains splashed, an aura of domineering slaughter enveloped the entire street. The crowd immediately resounded with several muffled snorts and roars, and the water stains that splattered out were like the minions of a beast, and like sharp blades, cutting several monks who were closer to the battlefield, and people were terrified, and then they woke up to what kind of battle this was, and they all stayed away from the battlefield, and after a while, the ruins had become empty.

The emptiness here simply means that there is not a single bystander in the vicinity, and it is not actually quiet, because there are still torrential rains and strong winds.

The wind roars like a tiger, and the clouds are low like a dragon's wrath. The wind is from the tiger, the cloud is from the dragon, in this terrible storm is a furious beast is slowly approaching, not far from him, a white-shirted beautiful man holding a long sword, let the storm blow but still stand proudly in the wind and rain, quietly, quietly waiting for the clouds to open and the rain to disperse.

Xi Tong held the long sword in her hand, Qin Fan was behind her, the sound of the piano was more urgent than the rain, Qin An held the old wine and clenched his fists angrily, angry because he was powerless.

Xi Tong stared at the slowly approaching Guangling Zhenren with an expressionless face, trembling a little with the long sword in his hand, subconsciously glanced at the meteoric iron Changxiao on his waist, sighed secretly, grasped the long sword tightly, and then stood sideways in front of him.

Since you promised him, you have to do it.

Guangling Zhenren's hands that were originally holding were suddenly and slowly loosened at this time, and he walked in a gossip robe, but there was no rain, but his clothes were hunting, which represented his mood, agitated and angry.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer.

Every time he took a step closer, Xi Tong's face became more and more pale, and finally the two were only a few meters apart, and this was the best distance for the sword, so Guangling Zhenren stopped, but did not draw the sword, because he was a senior, so she was waiting for Xi Tong to draw the sword.

Xi Tong was under unimaginable pressure, and before she could take out her sword, her sword intent was already collapsing rapidly, and when Guangling Zhenren stopped, her face suddenly turned red, and she spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow" sound.

Before he made a move, the sword heart was already turbulent, the sword intent had collapsed, the sword qi was broken, and the wind and rain were even greater. Behind the wind and rain, Guangling Zhenren turned his back with one hand, and the other hand was still clenched, waiting quietly.

The difference between Xi Tong and his realm is too great, he hasn't really made a move, and even before the sword comes out, Xi Tong has begun to be a little unbearable, and the water droplets splashing in the wind and rain are shooting on the surrounding walls, as if countless sword blades have been deeply stabbed and scarred, and the ruins are even more broken.

The knuckles of Xi Tong's hand holding the long sword slowly turned white, Guangling Zhenren is the most powerful opponent he has encountered at the moment, and she can't be Guangling Zhenren's opponent, everyone knows this, and she naturally knows it. But he still didn't take a step back, although the wind and rain were strong, she didn't mean to retreat at all.

Looking at the woman Xitong in the wind and rain, everyone was shocked and silent and couldn't speak, this woman was even stronger than the rumors, because she didn't take a step back, in the face of such a powerful opponent, she withstood such a strong pressure, and didn't take a step back.

In the wind and rain, the sword in front of Xi Tong moved at this time, and the sound of the piano shattered the wind and rain, making this sword more clearly displayed in front of everyone's eyes.

This sword condenses Xi Tong's spirit and spirit, as well as a firm sword heart, cold and sharp, a blue light seems to pierce the heavens and the earth, this is definitely the most powerful sword in Xi Tong's history, because Guangling Zhenren is really strong, and the strong Ling Ran is as proud as Xi Tong can't help but change color.

This time, everyone saw the strength of this sword, and thought that there was no void under the fame, Xitong, the wizard of the Bashu Sword Mountain faction, was really very powerful, and the strength was beyond everyone's expectations, in the face of such a sword, Guangling Zhenren only used one hand this time, and it was the hand he had behind him before.

The hand is released, there is a strong wind, the wind roars like a tiger, the wind is in its hands, the wind is like a pitch-black black hole, deep and sunless, under the shocked gaze of everyone, the blue sword between the world and the earth broke through the wind and rain, pierced the heaven and earth, pierced into the palm, and then ...... And then there is.

Because the sword pierced into the palm of the hand, it seemed to be devoured by that hand, and it had no effect, and it dissipated, the tiger was domineering and greedy, and this hand was the main defense, but the way of the tiger.

Everything seemed to have never happened, only the wind and rain were still there, everyone was shocked and speechless, did nothing really happen? How could it be, everyone knew what had just happened, Xi Tong's most powerful sword stabbed out, and the amazing sword was already blocked by Guangling Zhenren with one hand, and there was no more advance, only the ruins under his feet became shorter, which was caused by the outbreak of the sword intent.

"It is worthy of being the head of Longhu Mountain, admire!" Xitong spoke, but his voice was colder, his face was expressionless, and there was residual blood left at the corner of his lips.

"Just now it's just a tiger, next is a dragon, it's going to be even more terrifying, are you sure you want to follow?" Guangling Zhenren's face was calm, and he spoke, he was telling a fact, there must be a tiger in Longhu Mountain, and the tiger just used one percent, otherwise the power would never be just a black hole defense, but a black hole absorption, turning defense into offense, although it still belongs to the scope of defense, but it is more weird, more powerful, and even unbelievable than some attack methods.

This is Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and it is also a means to become one of the three major sects of the righteous path, there are tigers and dragons, and there are dragons and tigers, and the power is even more terrifying, and even some legendary immortal means can be found to be very similar to many exercises and swords in Dragon and Tiger Mountain, so the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Range can become one of the three major schools of the righteous path.

The power of the tiger is already unbearable for Xi Tong, what about the next dragon? There will even be a sword technique that combines the dragon and the tiger, how can Xi Tong be next?

The long wind gradually stopped, and the torrential rain gradually stopped, but Xitong still did not move, standing firmly and staring directly at the real person of Guangling in front of her, silence represented her decision.

"Good, good!"

After saying that, Guangling Zhenren let go of his other hand. So, the wind and rain rose again, the wind and rain were fierce, and the difference was that there was a black cloud, as the dark cloud became more and more depressed, and then people saw a dragon, a golden dragon, many monks were dumbfounded, wiped their eyes, but found that it was just a hand, a right hand, the other hand that Guangling Zhenren let go!