Lao An is adjusting his state.

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Take a glass of wine like amber from the maid's hand, and Zhu Yuntian proudly held the wine glass to his mouth. Suddenly, he saw purple lights surging and spiritual energy like a tide, gathering the spirits of heaven and earth to achieve great power.

Bang! The wine glass shattered in the palm of his hand, and Zhu Yuntian's expression was shaking: "Sword Soul!"

Sword Soul? How could it be Sword Soul?

The sword light filled the sky, dyeing all the sea of ​​clouds into purple. The stormy sword energy stimulated lightning and roar like crazy thunder, sweeping everything into powder wherever it goes.

The six cultivators who rushed towards Tan Weiran from all directions were immediately shocked.

The sword swept across the sword as fast as lightning. A sword light was glorious. Most people didn't see clearly what was going on, and all the six cultivators burst out blood flowers.

Tan Weiran took the sword with his backhand in a straightforward manner, and his movements were full of elegance. This sword was targeted at one or two people, and it was no problem to severely damage or even kill the other party. When targeting at six people, the power was inevitably dispersed and balanced.

Tan Weiran understands this experience very well. Only when the power is gathered together is a powerful force. Once it is dispersed, its power will naturally decrease. So, without thinking, it sways away like willow branches in the wind.

Although Tan Weiran didn't spend much time practicing his body skills, his body skills and Pian Ruobu were mastered in his previous life. Now he has practiced the true meaning after practicing hard. He can be said to be familiar with it, which is to save trouble and effort.

Zhu Yuntian's subordinate of the Baozhen Realm was slashed by the Nine Tribulation Thunderyin Sword and sprayed fresh. "New Century Novel Chapters updated the fastest" blood fell, and he was frightened and ecstatic to escape from the sword spirit. Before he could stand firm, he saw a white shadow shaking in front of him, and his head was experiencing a severe pain like tearing, and then his eyes went black.

From the perspective of others, Tan Weiran slid across with a light step, and didn't know how to do it, he appeared on the side of the monk who hugged the true realm. There was no need for sword spirit, just sword intent, and stabbed the sword into the man's temple.

"stop!"

The sudden shouts made everyone look at Zhu Yuntian.

Zhu Yuntian also happened to look at Tan Weiran. He was young, and he was really a late stage, and his spirit!

His temples beat violently for a few times. He was born as a direct descendant of the Zhu family. He showed his talent for martial arts and became a good master. He was the pride of heaven held by the Zhu family in his palm. He was so arrogant that he was quite shocked when he participated in a martial arts performance.

It turned out that he was the best in the Zhu family. Perhaps the best in the ten worlds, but not the best young monks in the three hundred worlds. Someone participated in the martial arts show and was destroyed and unable to recover, but he regained his conceit in a short time.

A ray of green color surged from Zhu Yuntian's fair face, restrained his arrogance and said, "You are not bad at all, why do you want to mix with a group of waste? If you are with the waste for a long time, you will become waste!"

Liu Qingfeng's companions blushed. The eyes full of hatred and anger turned to Zhu Yuntian, and they either scolded or cursed.

In Zhu Yuntian's eyes, Liu Qingfeng and others were really a bunch of waste. If they hadn't played it slowly as a game, Liu Qingfeng and others might not have lived to this day. Zhu Yuntian didn't even look at others, and only Tan Weiran, who was a genius like him, said: "We are the same people."

"Tan Weiran pressed the sword, threw it leisurely for a while, and looked at Zhu Yuntian curiously, wondering what the other party would say.

Zhu Yuntian looked at Liu Qingfeng and others with contempt and said solemnly: "They are destined to be waste, destined to be a group of mud that cannot be supported on the wall. Look, they want to kill me more than once, but never succeeded. I never took them seriously. Even... they themselves didn't take themselves seriously."

"Oh. How do you say this?" Tan Weiran was curious.

Zhu Yuntian laughed loudly, his fingers curled back, and a man with a down-eyed look appeared from the sea of ​​clouds with a somewhat complicated look.

As soon as he saw this person, Liu Qingfeng and his companions understood why the ambush was so failed. They were as shocked as a wooden carving and shouted: "Zhang Yuan, it was you who betrayed us, it was you who informed us... How can you be worthy of your dead sister and nephew!"

The man blushed, with shame and other expressions. After being scolded for a while, he finally couldn't help but yell: "You stupid pigs, the Zhu family and Young Master Yuntian are so powerful, you really think they can fight..."

Tan Weiran didn't understand anything. He sighed in his heart and noticed the black-faced young man. Others looked furious and wanted to tear the betrayer apart. Only the black-faced young man sighed and was angry that he did not fight.

Zhu Yuntian seemed to have passed other people with contempt even his fingers, and he was arrogant and arrogant: "Look, I said, waste is waste. We are born different from them. We are geniuses. We are born into a wealthy family. You shouldn't be with this kind of waste, but you will mess yourself up."

Zhu Yuntian's eyes were bright, and he was confident that even if he was awkward in his actions, his words were enough to impress the other party.

Indeed, this sentence was very convincing. Whether it was Zhu Yuntian's strong confidence or the meaning of the words, it made people feel excited. Tan Weiran admitted that if it were someone else, he might be convinced.

Unfortunately, he is not someone else.

However, when Zhu Yuntian is so arrogant, he is willing to put down his posture and persuade people equally, he is so tempting. It seems really extraordinary. Unfortunately, he can't bewitched Tan Weiran.

Tan Weiran chuckled: "I think there is something I should tell you."

He tilted his head slightly, thinking about the days when he was struggling with bumps and mud in his previous life, Tan Weiran's smile became brighter: "Actually, I was the mud and waste in your mouth, no, it was actually worse than that."

If Liu Qingfeng and others were mud and waste, then when his cultivation level was aborted in his previous life, he was not even as good as waste.

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Yuntian was slightly stunned. The people who were scolding each other suddenly stopped, as if a sentence made everyone calm down.

Liu Qingfeng's companions were extremely nervous and frantically winked at a man with a gray face like a walking zombie.

A middle-aged man exuded a breath of lifelessness. His body shook without hesitation. He gritted his teeth and took a booklet from his arms, held it high above his head, shouting: "Little brother, I have a combat martial arts technique. As long as you help me kill Zhu Yuntian and Zhang Yuan, it will be yours!"

Is it really a fighting technique? Tan Weiran turned his head in surprise, and Liu Qingfeng nodded to say it was true.

This man was originally a merchant, and his only son was killed by Zhu Yuntian. Therefore, he joined this revenge alliance and had nothing to do except to avenge his son "Narcissal Wancheng". He contributed his combat skills to this, and this bait for ambushing Zhu Yuntian is this combat skills.

clang!

Did Tan Weiran sway into the sky without thinking about pulling the sword out of the sheath, and the sword turned into a bright light, shining in the sky: "Trade!"

For the sake of fighting skills? No.

For... I was also a mud and waste.

In an instant, the sword energy was like a rainbow and the spiritual energy was like a tide. It gathered together and became part of the powerful power and part of the sword spirit.

Once a sword comes out, the wind and clouds move together.

The purple craze turned into clouds, invading everything in the storm, as if the entire sky had become a realm of lightning and evolved the majesty of the laws of nature.

This time, it is different from the last time. This time, the sword soul directly points to a Lingyou Realm.

This Lingyou Realm finally tasted the taste of facing the Nine Tribulation Thunder Sword alone. He was bombarded by a mad thunder and was about to become coke. He gusts of blood flew backwards into the sea of ​​clouds, and he also breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to face such a terrible sword soul.

It was the moment when he thought he could escape his life, and suddenly he felt his head high and looked at it. His eyes were completely occupied by silent fear, and he was killed by Su Yi who quietly appeared with a light punch.

Faced with Tan Weiran who suddenly rose up, Shi Potian's shocking aura made Zhu Yuntian's mind be captured by him. He involuntarily took a step back, mixed with extreme anger in his arrogance: "Give him shameless."

"If you don't do it, you have to do it! Mud is mud. You will never be able to support the wall in the new century."

"Uncle, this useless waste, kill him!"

A figure hidden in the sea of ​​clouds rushed out as fast as lightning, exploding a shocking sound of mountain whistle and sea. The powerful aura of the Shenzhao Realm hits everyone's senses like an invisible shock wave, fully demonstrating the power of the Shenzhao Powerful.

It was about to hit Tan Weiran with one move, but Tan Weiran still smiled, full of reassuring calmness, and was a look of a state of simplicity.

Su Yiru appeared quietly, and her light punch hit the entire world as if it was violently waving.

This powerful man from Shenzhao suddenly smelled a huge danger, looked up and changed his expression: "Divine Zhao late stage! 70% fist soul!" But he was just in the early stage of Shenzhao, and he had cultivated 30% spirit.

Under the terrifying 70% of the fist spirit, how could there be a reason for safety and harm? This powerful man from Shenzhao was so sad that he fell into the sea of ​​clouds. Su Yi chased after him in the lightning, and both disappeared into the clouds.

Another powerful man in the Divine Light? Everyone was almost shocked to fall.

The sudden scene made Zhu Yuntian feel excited and lost, almost hysterical. This was not his script.

The best script in his mind is to defeat and humiliate Tan Weiran with his own hands, and to tell Tan Weiran arrogantly that the waste is a waste. Even if he didn't take action himself, it would not damage his expectations.

Most importantly, he will always be the winner.

Now it's confused.

"Hey!"

Tan Weiran used his graceful steps, and took a big step to concentrate and grabbed the dragon claw hand with his fingernails. He gently stroked his nails, and the fireworks burned out from his five fingers, blasting the already wounded Hu Zhen Realm to the point of blood and falling down.

He raised his legs lightly and kicked the man towards Zhu Yuntian like a cannonball. Tan Weiran said leisurely: "Zhu Yuntian, you see I am mud, but I don't know that in my eyes, you are just mud from another angle!"

"for you!"

Boom! Zhu Yuntian's breath was fully opened, and he grabbed the monk with a loud bang, and found that he had lost his breath.

Tan Weiran laughed loudly, laughing trembling in the wilderness, with a sword spreading across the sky, the Nine Tribulation Thunder Sword was the best in the world, accompanied by laughter, adding heroic spirit: "Who is a waste, you will see the difference when you take my sword!"

The most terrifying scene of the sword energy storm, Zhu Yuntian groaned and sprinkled blood while his face was bloodless: "Three percent of sword spirit, thunder and lightning attributes..."

"You are Xu Weiran!"

Zhu Yuntian's scalp was numb. Before he was about to fall, he saw a pretty face full of dissatisfaction and his crisp voice resounded throughout the world: "I'm still there!"
Chapter completed!