Qingfeng's fatal blow was deflected by the blood-colored light shield. Zi Xiaoyun completely ignored the injury to his wrist and fired hundreds of shots at once, like a rain of fire and meteors.

Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!

In an instant, gun shadows filled the sky, sword energy was like a rainbow, guns and swords collided continuously, and an extremely harsh explosion made the air feel like water, creating countless ripples.

Both sides are fighting fast against each other, using strength without any fancy. Every time the gun and sword collide, Zi Xiaoyun will feel wisps of icy energy passing through the gun body and coming from the palms and arms, causing the blood to flow faster. As it slowed down, the hands holding the gun became a little stiff and trembling, and I instinctively felt that I couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to let go.

This phenomenon immediately put Zi Xiaoyun at a disadvantage. In addition to trying his best to block, in the end he couldn't even deliver a single shot. If he continued like this, he would definitely lose.

My heart skipped a beat, and I kicked my feet in the air repeatedly. My whole body shot up into the sky like an unstringed arrow, drawing a beautiful arc in the air. The gun in my hand glowed with a layer of blood-red light and blazing flames. The gunman hesitated.

A shot that split the sky! A bloody shock of lightning seemed to tear the air from the depths of the sky, leaving a trail as red as blood.

A feeling of being firmly locked by a murderous machine, making the scalp numb and the hairs on the hair standing on end. Qingfeng's eyes flashed with solemnity, and the aura of his body suddenly changed. His whole body was like a sharp sword waiting to be unsheathed. The chilly atmosphere is even better than the severe winter snow.

Facing the endless power of this sky-shattering spear, Qingfeng drew a sword in the air, as if it was lifting a thousand kilograms of weight, and drew an arc of light in an extremely slow manner.

The bloody spear tip carried the power of splitting the sky, instantly piercing through everything. Just as it was about to tear apart and shatter the arc halo, it went straight to the Phoenix Nest, but was suddenly wrapped and entangled by a ball of silky energy, and the heavy obstacle made it It was difficult to make any further progress. The violent and violent blood-colored gun light kept trembling in the soft arc halo, and exploded with a loud bang like the earth was shattering.

The decisive shot fired by Zi Xiaoyun collapsed, as if it was hit by a powerful whirlpool. A stream of blood spurted out from his mouth, his mind was vented, his whole body's spiritual power collapsed, and his whole body suddenly fell from the air out of control. Down.

The whole thrilling fighting process is a long story, but it ended in just a breath. Zixiao Yun spurted blood from his mouth, and fell upside down from mid-air. If no one came to rescue him immediately, he would surely touch the ground. His skull cracked and he died.

It's just that everything happened so fast. When everyone was shocked and shocked, they were unable to save anyone. They could only open their eyes and watch the tragedy happen. Ten meters, five meters... The purple clouds fell rapidly like meteorites. Three meters... less than one meter left from the hard ground...

Countless people stared in astonishment and opened their mouths in horror. Suddenly, they saw a purple cloud suddenly rising from nothingness, gently supporting the body that was falling sharply.

Ziyun is as soft as nothing, like silk and cotton, gently wrapping Zixiaoyun's body and slowly falling to the ground.

Bang! Zi Xiaoyun's figure landed with a bang, and couldn't stop kicking... He retreated for more than ten meters, and finally couldn't help but staggered and fell to the ground.

Huh! Everyone let out a heavy breath. Zi Xiaoyun was trying his best to hold up his embarrassed figure when his eyes were suddenly suffused with cold light, and then he suddenly felt a chill in his throat. A sword, two fingers wide, thin Like a cicada's wing, the cold tip of the sword was trembling against the throat. If you exerted even a little force, blood would be splashed three feet on the spot.

"Stop!" A majestic and domineering voice resounded, and the purple clouds dissipated. A man in purple robes stood in the void with his hands behind his back. Dark golden dragon patterns were looming on his purple robes. He had a square face.

, three strands of long beard hung down from the chest, and there seemed to be countless stars flickering in his eyes, as deep as an abyss... This person is none other than the Master of Ziyun Peak, Zitianxing, who has been hiding in the tenth-floor private room!

"Father, the child tried his best!" The voice was hoarse and low, as if it was squeezed out from Zi Xiaoyun's throat. He wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, stood up with the gun barrel on the ground, and showed a heroic look on his face.

He had such a sad expression. He never thought that he would lose to a little girl, but no matter how thick-skinned he was at this moment, he had to admit that he had indeed lost, and he had lost so completely that he could not even find any reason to be relieved.

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The Qingfeng sword was sheathed, and he looked up at the Master of Ziyun Peak who was standing in the void. His red lips squirmed slightly, but he hesitated to speak. Finally, he left a reluctant sigh, and then his skirt fluttered.

turned around and left.

Standing in the void, the master of Ziyun Peak could not notice his eyes, which were as deep as the abyss. He glanced over the bodies of everyone in the Tianwai Building above the seventh floor. Just one look made people feel a kind of sharpness.

The feeling of being cut by a sword is enough to show that the master of Ziwei Peak has reached an unfathomable level of cultivation, which makes people unable to find the determination and courage to fight with him.

His gaze, which seemed to be able to penetrate everything, finally settled on Lu Suifeng, and said calmly: "You old guys, don't worry, I won't go back on my word and get fat, making the world laugh. However, the hatred of killing my son is still in my heart, how can I let it go as a father?"

I can stop pursuing everyone in Tianwai Tower from now on, but..."

"Stop it!" Lu Suifeng suddenly snorted coldly; "Don't say those useless words, make it clear that you want to fight with me! In that case, just draw the line directly, otherwise it will be really difficult to get out.

This is Yitian City."

"That's right! It's really easy to deal with smart people." Master Ziyun said coldly: "This is a world where the strong are respected. If I lose, it will be in vain to talk about revenge. Isn't it?"

"That's right!" Lu Suifeng said with deep understanding: "I just don't know if this battle is about a winner or a loser, or is it a fight to the death?"

"This battle has nothing to do with anyone! If you win, you can leave safely. If you lose, you will die!" Master Ziyun said coldly, with a malicious murderous intention flashing through his deep eyes. Although it cannot be eliminated in one fell swoop,

If the people who kill Tianwai Tower can kill the owner of Tianwai Tower, they can barely calm down the vengeful rage in their hearts.

Lu Suifeng naturally knew what the other party was thinking, and curled his lips disapprovingly and said: "Since we are fighting for life and death, in order to protect ourselves, we should go all out. What if we accidentally send you to hell? Of course,

The possibility of this is slim, but everything is possible. You know, the fall of a fairy king is not something that my little Tianwailou can bear."

"You can rest assured! With those old guys here to witness, no one from Ziyun Peak will cause trouble for you from Tianwai Tower." The corners of Ziyun Peak's master's mouth slightly raised, outlining a sarcastic arc.

Looking at Lu Suifeng with cold eyes, it was like looking at a pile of meat on an anvil. To be precise, it was more like looking at a dead person.

There was silence in the tower. If someone were to die, it would definitely be this ignorant boy, and it would definitely not be a powerful Immortal King. There was almost no suspense at all.

For a long time, Lu Suifeng shrugged helplessly, dragging heavy steps onto the stage with a solemn look on his face, but his legs were shaking slightly, and he looked like he was walking into the execution ground. It would be a waste not to be an actor with this look. , such vivid and lively acting skills just fooled a large number of old guys with bright eyes.

Master Ziyun slowly opened his closed eyes and licked his somewhat dry lips. His body moved slightly, as if it were a poisonous snake stalking and swimming on the grass. In the blink of an eye, he jumped from a hundred meters away. appeared on the battlefield.

"The peerless prodigies all have the ability to fight across levels, but I don't know if they can fight across large realms? I'm looking forward to your performance!" Master Ziyun Peak looked at Lu Suifeng with cold eyes like lightning, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"If there is a choice, no one would be willing to take the risk to verify this problem." Lu Suifeng still said calmly, without the slightest fear in his expression, just a bit more cold and solemn; "Since there is no The only choice is to risk your life. Of course, if you use the magical power of the Immortal King Realm, risking your life will become a joke. However, it is worth being buried with this tower."

"You are very smart. If it weren't for the sworn hatred of killing your son, I would really appreciate you." Master Ziyun said playfully: "However, you made the right bet. Even if those old guys weren't around, I would still appreciate you in this situation." Nor will I use any magical means. If you think you can escape because of this, you are too naive."

"It's better to have hope than despair, isn't it?" Lu Suifeng shrugged and said, "It's not a waste of time to experience Ziyun Peak's magical skills."

As the two sides exchanged words, their gazes were condensed like swords, and they collided in the air as if they were real, making a slight "wave" sound, as if countless sparks were splashed out.

The next moment, Master Ziyun had two short daggers with dazzling cold light in his hands. Regardless of his identity, he took action without any grace. His figure was as fast as the wind, and he was as floating and changeable as the clouds. The martial arts in the world Only quickness is undefeated.

As the saying goes, every inch is short and every inch is dangerous. Usually those who dare to use short weapons are very confident and have the strongest close combat skills, which can effectively restrict the use and performance of all long weapons.

Master Ziyun showed off a pair of short daggers, undoubtedly telling his opponent that his Immortal Martial Arts was a terrifying personal stalking and killing technique. It left a shadow and invisible deterrent in the opponent's heart, making him unable to let go. It will be a big discount.

The figure swayed and appeared on the left side of Lu Suifeng like the wind. One to the left and one to the right. Two daggers came out at the same time. One dagger cut across the ribs, and the other dagger pierced the shoulder and arm from top to bottom. The angle was tricky. Weird.

Lu Suifeng seemed to be startled by this sudden attack. He trembled all over, his feet tilted in panic, and he stumbled to the side. However, he accidentally avoided the opponent's double dagger attack. , barely escaped the blood splatter. Is it a coincidence or deliberate? No one knows.
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