The willows are shady and the wind is clear.

Blooming flowers, misty mist.

"Wow!"

A bird shook its wings and swept the ground into the sky, sweeping up endless smoke and dust. The stumps and willows, the ruins and the weeds, all rolled up and flew in the air. Ahead, the field of view becomes shorter in an instant.

The fiery red bird, with its wings as big as a bucket, is far more powerful than the breeze dozens of times more powerful under the fanning. Fire-red feathers, fire-red beak, fire-red claws, fire-red tail.

Flying in the air, it floated like a raging flame, and the wind seemed to carry scorching flames. Rushing to the face, it was as hot as a fire.

"Pilot!"

Zhang Ziyu, Dancing Butterfly, and Black Tiger tightened the reins almost at the same time, and the front hooves of the sweaty BMW were raised high, "Hello...... The ......" hissed a few times and stopped steadily.

At the moment when the horse's hooves landed, a crisp sound of "Zheng!" broke through the willow forest, and the cold light flashed like stars, and it seemed to be shrouded in cold light from all directions.

Under a closer look, they are all condensed with seven-star darts that are not badly cultivated, and the seven star horns are shining brightly, which shows that this is not a plopping dart hidden weapon, but a cultivation above the Jingding level. This kind of cultivation was originally rare in the desire world, but in the strange time and space, it was really surprising to see masters with good cultivation one after another.

The dancing butterfly willow eyebrows were upside down, and he wanted to use his spiritual power to play the Fuxi qin to stir up the sound waves. However, the aura in the dantian is already a remnant, and it is not enough to sacrifice the immortalized Fuxiqin.

The black tiger's eyes were wide and dazzling, and he couldn't see the way of these seven-star darts clearly, and he couldn't help but lead the sweaty BMW in a circle, caught off guard.

Zhang Ziyu roared, jumped up from the horse, and a sword shadow in the air, accompanied by a crisp "clang", the sword shot out, turning into all kinds of sword light, and the "......" was endless. The sword swept over, shattering and shaking those flying seven-star darts one after another.

His figure shuttled through those seven-star darts like lightning, light as a swallow, and the Chengying Sword was like a magic rainbow, running through the air, flying up and down, left and right, and suddenly felt that he was not a sword in his hand, but a rainbow.

The light was dotted, like a pebble thrown into the calm lake, and the moment it fell into the water, it stirred up sparkling waves. The sword qi met the seven-star darts, impervious to wind and rain, and protected the dancing butterflies and black tigers from the slightest inviolation.

"What a sharp swordsmanship!" A low and stiff voice, a clear shadow flashed in the air, and a figure fell lightly, and when the figure landed, the seven-star dart came to an abrupt end, and under the wings of the fiery red bird, a man dressed in black stood impressively.

He said he was a man, but in fact he looked as weak as a sick woman. A pale and bloodless face, with a black ride on his head, and a pair of eyes that were deeply sunken, completely devoid of vitality.

Such a sick man looked like he was about to fall ill in the wind. A pair of wizened hands, skinny, almost only bones remain, and the moment they hit the ground, it was as light as the dead leaves falling to the ground in autumn. On the contrary, it was the flaming wings of the flaming red bird, which stirred up a lot of dust.

But the dust that surrounded the sick man was spotless. From this point of view, I feel that this man is a bit otherworldly.

Zhang Ziyu had already unloaded his aura, and landed lightly in front of the dancing butterfly and the black tiger, with a horizontal sword on his chest, his eyes blazing, and staring at the sick man in front of him like a sword. Immediately, the long sword shook, the tip of the sword whistled, and it was held diagonally in his hand, Ling Ran smiled and asked word by word, "Who is Your Excellency?"

"Hmph!Hmph!Hmph!" The sick man snorted coldly three times in a row, raised a pair of bloodshot eyes, looked at Zhang Ziyu, and said in a non-questionable manner: "Young swordsman, at such an age, he is so profound!"

"Are you the killer of the Earth Dragon Line?" Zhang Ziyu couldn't help but clench the hilt of his sword for no reason, preparing for a fight.

"Killer?hehe......" The laughter was cold, as if coming from the eighteenth layer of hell, "cough cough ......" a sickly cough, the kind of cough that was a little out of breath, making people wonder if they would suddenly be out of breath and die for a while.

Dancing Butterfly and Black Tiger had already turned over and dismounted, and walked quickly to Zhang Ziyu's side, although the two of them had no martial arts cultivation, but there were many people. Standing beside Zhang Ziyu, it seems to be popular.

"The supreme killer of the Earth Dragon Pulse - Ten Steps Kill!" the black tiger had a look of fear in his eyes, and the muscles on his face twitched a little, and he said solemnly.

"Ten steps to kill?" Zhang Ziyu asked rhetorically, and then focused his gaze on the sick man in front of him, "Ten steps to kill one person, and don't stay for a thousand miles?"

The black tiger said "um", "In the vein of the earth dragon, kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for thousands of miles." It's the Earth Dragon's style, but the 'Ten Steps Kill' is the best killer in the Earth Dragon, and no one has ever been able to escape from the Ten Steps Killer. ”

When Zhang Ziyu heard this, he laughed out loud, and said nonchalantly: "Apprentice, how can you increase the prestige of others and destroy your own ambition!"

"What the Black Tiger said is true!" Dancing Butterfly Qian's eyes also showed the same look as the Black Tiger, definitely authentic.

Zhang Ziyu's smile was a little tough, but he quickly regained his smile, "Hehe, ten steps to kill, right? I'll give you three steps, and you can kill me within three steps, count it your luck." ”

"What an arrogant young man, a little sharper, a little more frivolous, cough cough ......" The sick man said as he coughed breathlessly, raising his hand to cover his mouth with a piece of cloth in the palm of his hand, but a pair of eyes did not take a single move from Zhang Ziyu's body.

Zhang Ziyu went out, smiled mockingly, and spread his hands, "Tsk...... Hey, since you're a killer, you shouldn't talk so much nonsense!"

"Boy, the old man has crisscrossed the Three Realms, killed countless people, no one has ever been able to despise me for half a point, you are the first ...... Ahem...... And the last one!" the sick man spoke with great difficulty, like an old man who was in the waning mountains, and he was weak.

From the sick man's voice, it could be heard that it was already full of murderous energy. Although the blank paper-like face in front of him was still unmoved, the calmer the waves, the more stormy the storm was coming.

Zhang Ziyu obviously felt a chill on his back from the opponent facing him, and there was no doubt that this supreme killer, known as the Earth Dragon Lineage, made him feel pressure. A sense of oppression that was enough to suffocate him made his heart very uncomfortable.

And in his body, the blood is already boiling, and in the face of such an opponent, it should be said that any word is pale and powerless, and he can only hold a divine weapon in his hand and fight with him. A hearty decisive battle can expel the suffocation in my heart.

There was also a clear feeling in the eyes of the sick man, as if he hadn't met such a nervous opponent in many years. Being able to stand out among the many killers in the Earth Dragon lineage is a unique signboard in itself. He was accustomed to the smell of bloodthirstiness, and the smell of blood was the only way to drive him out of his body.