Xinhao looked at the smiling young scholar in front of him, and his anger became heavier and he finally shouted: "Come on the knife!"

Xinhao fell down with a sound, and a red light rose from the seat they were originally sitting on the second floor, and then the red light fell, just on Xinhao's body. The red light covered Xinhao, and no one could see the situation inside.

Not long after, the red light dissipated and Xinhao reappeared in everyone's sight. There was no big change in other places. Only there was an ancient black and red Tang sword on his hand. Tang Dynasty recognized this sword. It was asked by Master Baiyi in Kunlun at that time. After he came back, he put it up. Unexpectedly, he could still see it today and it was in the hands of his junior brother.

Xinhao slowly raised his head. When Tang Chao looked at his eyes, he felt a little palpitations. Xinhao's original black pupils were already filled with red and blood-red pupils. The murderous intent in his eyes was thicker than before. There was a faint red air around him. The whole person looked like a god of killing now.

"Why is this happening?" Tang Chao took a step forward and appeared near Xinhao. He raised his fan and was about to slap Xinhao's forehead. The only thing he could do now was to let Xinhao unconscious, and then find a way to get the white clothes and leave it to him for treatment.

Tang Chao thought it was pretty good, but it was difficult to do it. Last time he was faster than Xinhao, but now he was completely reversed. Before his fan reached Xinhao's forehead, Xinhao's legs kicked Tang Chao's belly like lightning. Although Tang Chao did not fly out, he also took a few steps back.

Tang Chao bent down slightly, covered his stomach, looked at the footprint on his clothes, then raised his head to look at Xinhao, and a feeling of fear arose in his heart.

No matter how fearful he was, he could not eliminate the difference in cultivation. Tang Chao stomped his feet and disappeared from the spot. When he appeared, he was on Xinhao's back. This time he didn't use a fan. He used a hand knife to cut it down towards Xinhao's neck. Who knew that Xinhao lowered his body and cut it with his hand knife. Xinhao, who was shorter, followed the boat and came to sweep his legs. Tang Chao seemed to be ready. He gently tilted his toes into the air and stopped steadily in the air. He held his hands behind his back and looked down at Xinhao, with his smile still on his face.

Xinhao was stunned for a moment at first, and with a mysterious smile, he reached out and pulled out the Tang sword. The Tang sword was no longer the original black, and turned black and red with the scabbard, emitting an ancient prehistoric aura.

Tang Chao narrowed his eyes in the air and looked at Xinhao. He now wanted to know what the junior brother wanted to do with that Tang sword now, and whether he was hitting himself? At such a high position, he shouldn't be able to jump so high.

After Xinhao pulled out the Tang sword, he threw the scabbard next to Tang Xuance, held the knife in both hands and closed his eyes.

There was no idea when the wind blew outside. At first it was just a slight wind, but later it became stronger and stronger, and the yellow sand was everywhere in the mountain city. Every building was not spared, but Chengjulou, the area was clean. It was estimated that the Tang Dynasty had set up a formation here before.

Tang Chao looked at Xinhao standing on the ground with his eyes closed and his POS was posing, and thought to himself: These are not all your kid's masterpieces.

Xinhao didn't know what Tang Dynasty was thinking, nor did he want to know what Tang Dynasty was thinking. He now entered a state of ethereality and could not hear everything happening around him. What he was thinking about was the phoenix reborn from the fire and the Sixteen Swords of Youyun that his master Baiyi had taught him. In his heart, Xinhao's body moved in reality, and each move was the sword technique of Youyun Sixteen Swords.

Tang Chao's eyelids twitched, feeling that today's incident seemed to be a big deal. He calculated what happened today. If there was no change in the end, he would undoubtedly win. In addition, Baiyi would appear in the end, and his younger brother would be sent back to it and closed it. It would take two or three years to come back. Everything seemed perfect. Who knew that Xinhao was holding a Tang sword in his hand and also learned the sword technique. It seemed that things today would not develop as he had thought of before.

While thinking, Tang Dynasty's hands were moving regularly behind him, and at the same time, he arranged the current time, that is, year, month, day and time in his mind, and used a more complex formula to calculate what happened next. This method is called Liuren. Liuren not only requires a person to have a good memory, but also needs strong inference ability. Otherwise, the formulas introduced will be very different from what will happen or will not match at all.

Tang Dynasty calculated three times back and forth, but there was no result. The formula calculated was very vague and there was no way to find the result. Tang Dynasty shook his head, gave up Liuren, lowered his head, and looked at Xinhao who was practicing the Sixteen Swords of Youyun, and had a lot of thoughts in his heart.

Xinhao had already practiced the sword technique on one side and was starting the second time. Tang Chao saw that Xinhao's sword technique was getting faster and faster, and finally he was wrapped in the sword light. Looking at the sword light below, Tang Chao's heart beat violently for no reason.

There were more and more winds outside. In the powerful formation, sometimes it could not withstand the pressure of nature. Finally, a crack appeared in a formation in Chengju Tower. The wind rolled up yellow sand into the crack and rolled back and forth on Chengju Tower. Wu Wanchuan opened his eyes and saw the yellow wind, and nodded with a smile.

Tang Chao naturally felt it. He looked at Xinhao with a very ugly expression. He didn't expect that this kid could actually affect some rules between heaven and earth. The four words "White-clothed disciple" are really worth the vain.

Tang Chao fell down and looked at Xinhao quietly. He lost. If he had only relied on his years of cultivation and his methods, he could win, but this was just a matter of martial arts, only winning or losing, not life or death, so he did not need to use those things. Moreover, he deliberately suppressed his own cultivation and suppressed his cultivation at the same age as Xinhao. In this way, he was still bullying people. It was not until Xinhao used his own skills to slightly change some laws of heaven and earth that Tang Chao realized that he was really inferior to young people, so he was willing to admit defeat.

Tang Dynasty fell, but Xinhao still did not stop. The sword light was even more dazzling. The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger. The gaps in the formation were getting bigger and bigger. Gradually, more winds blew in. Yellow sand slapped his face ruthlessly, and red marks were shattered on his face. Tang Dynasty closed his eyes and felt it.

It does not mean that others can feel it. Wu Wanchuan knew that things were not good, so he got out of the car quickly, endured the pain, got out of the car, opened the door and got in, closed the door, lay on the seat, gasped heavily, closed his eyes, and tried not to let himself see the scene outside.
Chapter completed!