Looking at each other, the two sighed at the same time, "I'm afraid that the people of the post-Scattered Immortal Era are going to die today!"

If this is the case, then the world will officially enter the era of the gods, and it also marks the epiphany of the water drops in the era of scattered immortals that cannot withstand the era of the gods.

Who exactly will time choose?

"It's a pity, I'm afraid it's difficult to have a very lethal sword technique in the future!"

"Hua Shaofeng has no fist in the world after that...... the old shopkeeper paused, and he couldn't say the latter sentence "There is no sword in the world after the wind is a horse".

"Or is it because the people in the era of scattered immortals think too highly of themselves, and they all fight alone, look at the current group of cultivators, and the human and financial resources of the gangs in the mortal world are greater. ”

"That's not called self-esteem, it's a kind of shame and arrogance, a kind of confident and chic romance, which most people in the world don't understand. I don't know when Laifu arrived outside the door, wearing a felt hat, hunched back, and a pair of shoes always grinding on the ground to "brush" sound.

The man who smoked a cigarette spat out: "The hunchback is reluctant, I thought you wouldn't walk out of the inn half a step when the sky fell!"

Rifle ignored his ridicule, but walked straight to the old shopkeeper and sat down in a chair.

"Do you want to meddle in this matter?"

"The trouble in this matter is not Zhuo Bufan, but in the Heavenly Pavilion, I don't know if I can escape this time. ”

"Phew, if you want me to say that this Zhuo Bufan is a big trouble, according to my temperament, the door of this Fengyue Collection will not be opened for him, otherwise why is there so much trouble?"

Laifu said: "The butcher is relieved to say this. ”

The old shopkeeper said: "But the rules must be the rules, and the three of us old guys can't be the first to break this rule!"

The three of them fell silent for a while, and no one spoke.

Later, it was the man who sold the meat who scolded, "Fuck the rules!"

There were not many onlookers in the open space in front of the Fengyueji Temple, but if you look closely, most of them look similar, and there are even many of them exactly like what Dugu Yuanchen saw in the inn, and Dugu Yuanchen felt a trace of coolness on his back in the crowd.

Fengyueji is one of the few real worlds now, and there are many visitors from the outside world in the era of scattered immortals who come here just to take away the real world here.

This kind of heaven and earth exists in this world, but not everyone is fortunate enough to see it, and even fewer people enter this world. In the past, in order to prevent visitors from outside the world from taking away these real worlds, several masters lived in each world and became the masters of this heaven and earth. As long as the master does not open the passage into heaven and earth, no one can find it, let alone enter it. If your realm is too high and you find such a world, but you can't take it away if the owner inside doesn't open the passage, even if

If you are several times stronger, you can only destroy this heaven and earth, but you can't take him away.

But the people in heaven and earth can only be in heaven and earth, living in it and dying in it, but in another form, just like those souls next to them now, they are both dead and alive.

Although these people from the outside world of heaven and earth cannot take it away, as long as the people of this world have the strength to find it and lock the door, the master of heaven and earth must open the passage to let him in.

Zhuo Bufan shook the wine gourd, and listened to the sound of the bottom of the voice.

"What's the matter, let's start after drinking this wine?"

The other middle-aged man looked at the sky with cloudy and somewhat drunken eyes, "Okay!"

Zhuo Bufan "grunted", took a sip of wine, put aside the wine gourd, and scolded loudly, "Then life and death are at your own risk!" and then handed a punch to the man here.

Zhuo Bufan practiced the thunder splitting hand, the palm of the hand is more than twice as large as that of ordinary people, and the fingers are far superior to ordinary people in terms of length and thickness. At this time, he swung out a punch with the strength of wine, and there was a faint "squeak" sound like a thunder and lightning collision between the fists.

Dugu Yuanchen exclaimed in his heart, "What a fast punch!" If this punch hits, I don't know how strong it is.

The man on the other side stared at his fist stunned, "Every time you start with the 'Dongshan' fist, it hasn't changed for so many years. ”

"What is that nonsense, you just take it!"

I think the two should be very familiar, otherwise there would not be such a conversation. Dugu Yuanchen shook his head, "But such a friend who is going to kill people at every turn, I don't know if it's good or bad?"

The man who rolled up his sleeves held the table with both hands, and a "swallow wearing yarn" passed under the table with his feet and attacked the opponent's plate.

Zhuo Bufan also expected it, raised his left hand and smashed it high to the left without waiting for his legs to arrive, and with a "snap", the table was smashed, but the people under the table were long gone, except for the wreckage of the table and the debris flying in the air.

The people watching the excitement next to him don't know, so why did a big living person disappear when he got under the table?

Dugu Yuanchen could see it clearly, but because the other party was moving too fast, he could only roughly discern the direction, so he quickly set his eyes in the direction of the temple.

Before he could turn his head, Zhuo Bufan, who smashed the table with a punch, had already kicked up and jumped towards the temple, but the other person threw another punch in mid-air, and the temple was also dusty and turned into a ruin under his punch.

Zhuo Bufan stood in place, his eyes never leaving the dust.

Dugu Yuanchen was the same, "Are you dead?" He didn't know, so he could only stare at the dust.

But the pace of these two was too fast, his eyes at all

couldn't keep up, because Zhuo Bufan had already rushed into the dust at this time.

The sound of "crackling" in the dust is non-stop, and occasionally there are one or two purple electric lights that appear and disappear, and after a burst of "ping pong" sound, I only heard Zhuo Bufan shouting "catch the thunder robber", and then I saw a red lightning split from the sky, and the dust exploded, and the air flow caused by the explosion pushed everyone around, and everyone retreated, and some people even fell to the ground.

Then there was a wail, but it was as quiet in the dust as if nothing had happened.

In the pharmacy, the old shopkeeper and Laifu have been sitting on the chair, and the man who sells meat is lying on the door and stretches his neck to look at the sky, and sees a red lightning bolt suddenly coming down from the sky, and he spits out the mountain smoke in his mouth with a pop, "The thunder splitter is so powerful?"

The dust slowly dispersed, and Zhuo Bufan stood on the ruins like a monster, covered with ash, completely turned into a gray man, only two eyeballs could still turn, and there were lightning infested on his body from time to time.

Looking at the middle-aged man on the side again, he seemed to be worse than him, in addition to the ashes on his body and his burnt clothes, and even the fire burning on his chest, there was a trace left by the thunderbolt on his back, and he could clearly see the flesh and bones cracked.

But the man still stood there firmly, as if the injuries on his body had nothing to do with him.

Zhuo Bufan said: "What about your sword, isn't it worth your shot? Or do you have no realm to draw your sword at all?"

The middle-aged man didn't speak, but suddenly coughed, and his body also fell down, every time he coughed, his body would shake, and then the wound on his back began to bleed, his cough had not stopped, and the blood had been left a lot.

The old shopkeeper in the pharmacy suddenly sighed, because he didn't feel the sword qi in the thunder, which meant that he didn't draw his sword, or he didn't draw it. But in either case, the result is the same now.

Rifle took off his shoes and put them on again, and put them on again, which was a habit of his. But I don't know when he put it on and never took it off, "This man is finally defeated, and if he is defeated, he is dead." ”

The old shopkeeper raised his head and said, "Yes, his talent was wasted by him after all, and Zhuo Bufan still won after all?"

"Will Zhuo Bufan kill him?"

"Yes, because he is extraordinary, he must pursue Zhuo Bufan, who is different from ordinary people. ”

"But he hasn't killed Zhuo Bufan for so many years, can Zhuo Bufan do it?"

"You can do it, because he's extraordinary. ”

"I still feel aggrieved when I think about it. ”

"Who isn't!"

"In the post-scattered immortal era, there is finally no one left, and there is no sword in the world. ”

(End of chapter)