The financial building has completely collapsed. Nangong Yiren is barely standing on the ruins. The smoke has not yet dispersed. She looks up at the sky and sees the two streams of light coming and going in the sky.
Can not help but look worried, she knows that the black streamer is Qin Feng.
At the moment, Qin Feng looks very wrong!
However, it is only three or four seconds. The black fire stream is transcendence and appears before the white streamer.
Two streams of light stopped.
Looking at Qin Feng not far away, Lian Shuang silenced.
He knows that he can't be the opponent of the person in front!
Cheng Ping who was Jie Dan peak is dead in the hands of the people in front of him, and his own cultivation of the top grades is absolutely impossible.
Qin Feng was covered in black fire, the black and red pupil was filled with only ruthless killing!
Nine blue streamers rose from the whole body, one turned to eight, and the Cang Lan sword turned into seventy-two swords!
Seventy-two blue swords, with the sound of the sword singing, pointed straight at Lian Shuang.
"Ugh…"
Lian Shuang, there is no fear of death in his eyes at the moment, only sighs and worries that the Jiuzhou people will fall into trouble.
He can even kill the peak of the Jie Dan, he can hardly imagine, in addition to the guy in Kunlun Mountain, who in the Yunshui world can subdue the people in front of him.
And that... He believed in the autonomy of heaven and earth and felt that everything has its own cause and effect. No matter how ups and downs, everything will eventually be calm.
Since he has stayed in the mountain for a hundred years, it is estimated that even if the outside world is turned upside down, even if Jiuzhou is wiped out, as long as it doesn't affect the Kunlun Mountains, the so-called "The Number one cultivator" blade master will probably be able to survive and wait till die in the Kunlun Mountains.
The sound of the sword resounded through the sky for a long time! Seventy-two handles of the sword turned into seventy-two blue streamers, went straight to Lian Shuang!
"Jiuzhou... Fell to chaos! "
Lian Shuang looked up at the sky, for the coming 72 Cang Lan swords, has completely abandoned the resistance, resistance ... Useful?!
It is better to die peacefully than to fight bravely.
"That is…"
However, even when Lian Shuang was preparing to die and thought he was going to die, there was a bright sword light from the sky, and he came down with a very sharp trend.
The light of the sword was three hundred meters, and the seventy-two Cang Lan swords were all blocked under the light of this sword.
They were all screaming and re-formed into nine handles, surrounded by Qin Feng.
However, Qin Feng, with its black and red pupils, has emerged with even stronger murder.
In front of Lian Shuang, the sword light falling at this moment condensed into one person.
Standing against the wind, ragged, with a sword on his back, his hair was untidy and he smelled of wine.
Lu Changyi! Drunkless! Alcoholic madman!
"Brother Lu!"
At the sight of the wine maniac, Lian Shuang immediately shows joy on his face.
In Yunshui world, if the most powerful sword cultivator, without exception, everyone will say the same name, Han Xiu.
But if you say that the person who knows the most about the sword, there is no exception, they will say Drunkless!
Drunkless, there is another name of him, few people dare to call him so.
Sword idiot!
In the eyes of Yunshui world, Lu Changyi, the younger brother of the Lord of Kunlun, only has two things in his life: wine and sword.
Although not the strongest, it is because cultivation is not as good as Han Xiu!
However, in the realm of the peak of the Jie Dan, under the Yuan Ying, so far, the name of the Drunkless in the Yunshui world, never had a defeat!
"Brother Lu? When your master saw me, he had to call me Brother Lu. How dare you call me Brother? "
In this case, the wine madman should still have the idea to tease.
As soon as he heard this, Lian Shuang laughed bowed his hand. "Mr. Lu, greetings."
"Retreat."
The wine maniac also looks and starts to speak in a low voice. Lian Shuang nods his head and then gallops back.
The wine maniac's eyes are now looking at Qin Feng in the distance.
"This kid... Why are you possessed? "
Muttering to himself, anyone could see that the alcoholic madman was surprised and worried. He was wondering how to sober up Qin Feng.
"Oh ha."
Qin Feng bared his teeth and turned his neck, making a crack. He raised his hand. In his hand, the gold-banded cudgel appeared with black fire.
"The ghost fire of ghost flag... This boy, where is all this hatred from, unexpectedly can be moved to this point by the fire. "
Wine madman frowned, he saw the cause of Qin Feng's obsession, but in the heart, he is still very confused, he had already checked out the eight generations of Qin Feng's ancestors from He Hua.
He also knows about Qin Feng's father, but the revenge of killing his father is almost done. How can there be such great hatred?!
Of course, he does not know!
The source of this hate is not the Qin Feng himself, but the inheritance of the Sun Wu Kong in Qing Feng's body!
From Sun Wukong, the great monkey king!
That hate is the hatred of the immortal, the anger of for the Buddha!
"Where is this kid got the stick..."
The alcoholic madman looked at the iron bar in Qin Feng's hand and always felt that this thing was very similar to the legendary magic cudgel, but this idea was rejected by him in an instant.
The reason is simple and impossible.
And at this time, Qin Feng came with the intention of fighting and killing!
He stepped on the vanity, the black fire burst at his feet, his body went straight to the wine madman!
The gold cudgel in the hand was slamming down!
"Kid, it is the old man, wake up!"
The drunken madman retreated back wildly, and at the same time used his cultivation to transmit sound to Qin Feng's ears. He wanted to wake him up, but it was not so easy.
Qin Feng saw the stick missed, his face immediately shows rage!
"Ah!"
From his body, the raging fires poured out, and the figure once again turned into a wildfire, rushing toward the wine madman.
"This kid! Seriously! "
The wine madman frowned, muttered to himself, and the hand became a sword, and the sword carrying on his back screamed and rose into the sky!
The sword rapidly conjured up ten thousand swords shadows in the sky and fell fiercely towards Qin Feng. However, these sword shadows hit Qin Feng, but did no harm to Qin Feng.
The face of the wine madman has really changed. He did not expect that after Qin Feng's madness, he was so powerful!
Although he deliberately left mercy for this move, it was so easy to take over, and it really exceeded his estimate.
"There's nothing I can do, son. Don't blame me. I'll make amends when you wake up."
At the moment, the alcoholic madman has no joke at all. In his eyes, he has a rare dignity.
He decided to beat Qin Feng and directly hit the ghosts in Qin Feng!
He patted the wine gourd on his waist, from which a glittering and translucent wine floated out.
"The sword is the intention, the wine is the blade!"
He growled and the wisp of wine in front of the wine madman turned into a three-foot-long sword in a split-second, the sword body with silvery-white color, as light as wine.
Drunkless' knowledge has already transcended the sword itself and turned wine into the sword.
His hand fiercely grabbed on the grit, looking at frantically rushed Qin Feng, his eyes flashed with sword light.
The financial building has completely collapsed. Nangong Yiren is barely standing on the ruins. The smoke has not yet dispersed. She looks up at the sky and sees the two streams of light coming and going in the sky.
Can not help but look worried, she knows that the black streamer is Qin Feng.
At the moment, Qin Feng looks very wrong!
However, it is only three or four seconds. The black fire stream is transcendence and appears before the white streamer.
Two streams of light stopped.
Looking at Qin Feng not far away, Lian Shuang silenced.
He knows that he can't be the opponent of the person in front!
Cheng Ping who was Jie Dan peak is dead in the hands of the people in front of him, and his own cultivation of the top grades is absolutely impossible.
Qin Feng was covered in black fire, the black and red pupil was filled with only ruthless killing!
Nine blue streamers rose from the whole body, one turned to eight, and the Cang Lan sword turned into seventy-two swords!
Seventy-two blue swords, with the sound of the sword singing, pointed straight at Lian Shuang.
"Ugh…"
Lian Shuang, there is no fear of death in his eyes at the moment, only sighs and worries that the Jiuzhou people will fall into trouble.
He can even kill the peak of the Jie Dan, he can hardly imagine, in addition to the guy in Kunlun Mountain, who in the Yunshui world can subdue the people in front of him.
And that... He believed in the autonomy of heaven and earth and felt that everything has its own cause and effect. No matter how ups and downs, everything will eventually be calm.
Since he has stayed in the mountain for a hundred years, it is estimated that even if the outside world is turned upside down, even if Jiuzhou is wiped out, as long as it doesn't affect the Kunlun Mountains, the so-called "The Number one cultivator" blade master will probably be able to survive and wait till die in the Kunlun Mountains.
The sound of the sword resounded through the sky for a long time! Seventy-two handles of the sword turned into seventy-two blue streamers, went straight to Lian Shuang!
"Jiuzhou... Fell to chaos! "
Lian Shuang looked up at the sky, for the coming 72 Cang Lan swords, has completely abandoned the resistance, resistance ... Useful?!
It is better to die peacefully than to fight bravely.
"That is…"
However, even when Lian Shuang was preparing to die and thought he was going to die, there was a bright sword light from the sky, and he came down with a very sharp trend.
The light of the sword was three hundred meters, and the seventy-two Cang Lan swords were all blocked under the light of this sword.
They were all screaming and re-formed into nine handles, surrounded by Qin Feng.
However, Qin Feng, with its black and red pupils, has emerged with even stronger murder.
In front of Lian Shuang, the sword light falling at this moment condensed into one person.
Standing against the wind, ragged, with a sword on his back, his hair was untidy and he smelled of wine.
Lu Changyi! Drunkless! Alcoholic madman!
"Brother Lu!"
At the sight of the wine maniac, Lian Shuang immediately shows joy on his face.
In Yunshui world, if the most powerful sword cultivator, without exception, everyone will say the same name, Han Xiu.
But if you say that the person who knows the most about the sword, there is no exception, they will say Drunkless!
Drunkless, there is another name of him, few people dare to call him so.
Sword idiot!
In the eyes of Yunshui world, Lu Changyi, the younger brother of the Lord of Kunlun, only has two things in his life: wine and sword.
Although not the strongest, it is because cultivation is not as good as Han Xiu!
However, in the realm of the peak of the Jie Dan, under the Yuan Ying, so far, the name of the Drunkless in the Yunshui world, never had a defeat!
"Brother Lu? When your master saw me, he had to call me Brother Lu. How dare you call me Brother? "
In this case, the wine madman should still have the idea to tease.
As soon as he heard this, Lian Shuang laughed bowed his hand. "Mr. Lu, greetings."
"Retreat."
The wine maniac also looks and starts to speak in a low voice. Lian Shuang nods his head and then gallops back.
The wine maniac's eyes are now looking at Qin Feng in the distance.
"This kid... Why are you possessed? "
Muttering to himself, anyone could see that the alcoholic madman was surprised and worried. He was wondering how to sober up Qin Feng.
"Oh ha."
Qin Feng bared his teeth and turned his neck, making a crack. He raised his hand. In his hand, the gold-banded cudgel appeared with black fire.
"The ghost fire of ghost flag... This boy, where is all this hatred from, unexpectedly can be moved to this point by the fire. "
Wine madman frowned, he saw the cause of Qin Feng's obsession, but in the heart, he is still very confused, he had already checked out the eight generations of Qin Feng's ancestors from He Hua.
He also knows about Qin Feng's father, but the revenge of killing his father is almost done. How can there be such great hatred?!
Of course, he does not know!
The source of this hate is not the Qin Feng himself, but the inheritance of the Sun Wu Kong in Qing Feng's body!
From Sun Wukong, the great monkey king!
That hate is the hatred of the immortal, the anger of for the Buddha!
"Where is this kid got the stick..."
The alcoholic madman looked at the iron bar in Qin Feng's hand and always felt that this thing was very similar to the legendary magic cudgel, but this idea was rejected by him in an instant.
The reason is simple and impossible.
And at this time, Qin Feng came with the intention of fighting and killing!
He stepped on the vanity, the black fire burst at his feet, his body went straight to the wine madman!
The gold cudgel in the hand was slamming down!
"Kid, it is the old man, wake up!"
The drunken madman retreated back wildly, and at the same time used his cultivation to transmit sound to Qin Feng's ears. He wanted to wake him up, but it was not so easy.
Qin Feng saw the stick missed, his face immediately shows rage!
"Ah!"
From his body, the raging fires poured out, and the figure once again turned into a wildfire, rushing toward the wine madman.
"This kid! Seriously! "
The wine madman frowned, muttered to himself, and the hand became a sword, and the sword carrying on his back screamed and rose into the sky!
The sword rapidly conjured up ten thousand swords shadows in the sky and fell fiercely towards Qin Feng. However, these sword shadows hit Qin Feng, but did no harm to Qin Feng.
The face of the wine madman has really changed. He did not expect that after Qin Feng's madness, he was so powerful!
Although he deliberately left mercy for this move, it was so easy to take over, and it really exceeded his estimate.
"There's nothing I can do, son. Don't blame me. I'll make amends when you wake up."
At the moment, the alcoholic madman has no joke at all. In his eyes, he has a rare dignity.
He decided to beat Qin Feng and directly hit the ghosts in Qin Feng!
He patted the wine gourd on his waist, from which a glittering and translucent wine floated out.
"The sword is the intention, the wine is the blade!"
He growled and the wisp of wine in front of the wine madman turned into a three-foot-long sword in a split-second, the sword body with silvery-white color, as light as wine.
Drunkless' knowledge has already transcended the sword itself and turned wine into the sword.
His hand fiercely grabbed on the grit, looking at frantically rushed Qin Feng, his eyes flashed with sword light.
