Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() Chu Lang stared intently at the figure of that person for a while, the heavy snow was a bit heavy, like cotton candy floating all over the sky, covering the sky and covering the earth, the air was icy cold, Chu Lang endured I couldn't help but shivered.

Ever since the Qianya Peak Cold Pool, Chu Lang had lost the ability to resist the cold in the past. If he hadn't put on two thick cotton coats, Chu Lang might freeze to death on the street.

The man held a unique moon-shaped broad-backed long knife in his hand, and his whole body was snow-white. If he hadn't seen the gray cloth-wrapped handle in his hand, Chu Lang really wouldn't have seen the knife.

The body of the knife merged with the fluffy cotton snow in the sky, and the faint murderous aura emanating from the owner of the knife even stirred the cotton snow that fell on him to the side. Such a scene attracted Chu Lang's attention. There was a monstrous hatred and killing intent, which made Chu Lang who was far behind him feel a little bit, and couldn't help but sympathize with him.

Chu Lang found that the figure of the swordsman was somewhat familiar, with a broad back, a fluttering voice, a sound of gray linen clothes tightly wrapped around his body, one hand clenched into a fist, and the other hand clenched the handle of the knife, the blade naturally hung down and pointed at Xue Bai. ground.

At first, Chu Lang mistook the sparse pedestrians wearing hats on both sides of the street for ordinary people in the rivers and lakes. Then when he closed his eyes and held his breath, he found that the footsteps and rhythm of the seven or eight people walking on both sides were similar to that of the long man in the middle of the street. The pace of the pedestrians with slightly broad backs is synchronized.

Chu Lang frowned, and hesitated for a while, whether he should follow up or not, to see what happened.

Looking at the direction that the swordsman was walking, it seemed to be the direction of the Qilin Alliance. Although Chu Lang had recovered his internal strength, he was only at the first level of Lingkong. Unable to help themselves.

Seeing that those people were about to disappear in the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky, and their figures became more and more blurred, Chu Lang exhaled hot air, coughed lightly, and followed them.

Chu Lang had a little bit of inner strength, to avoid a little chill on his body, and focused on the figures in front of him.

Pong!

Chu Lang was so frightened by the sudden loud noise in front that he stopped, and sent out his thoughts to sense the front.

Seven or eight people on both sides of the street suddenly jumped up, and there were swords hidden under the thick wrapping clothes. At this moment, they held the ice blades tightly in their hands and suddenly attacked the swordsman in the middle of the street.

The speed was very fast, Chu Lang felt that they were all at the Spiritual Sky Realm, and some of them were at the Innate Realm. The people on both sides either rose into the air, or slid past like a dragon, and some directly strode forward, striding like meteors. The knife cut over.

Such a scene, replaced by Chu Lang, suffering from not knowing how to solve it, Chu Lang's face changed slightly, secretly worried for that swordsman.

However, seeing the opponents attacking from all directions, the Swordsman Buddha is like a big burly cotton flower in the wind and snow, a big gray cotton flower, unexpectedly swinging left and right, swaying left and right with the strength of the attacking sword , the appearance and movements are all clumsy, like a drunk who even picked up dozens of buckets of water, but just escaped several attacks.

Chu Lang's face opened slightly, this kind of movement is extremely clever, Chu Lang couldn't help but compare Feng Yu's nine transformations, but he couldn't tell which was better.

The swordsman avoided the attacks of seven or eight people on both sides, and seemed a little moved. The big knife in his hand spun violently, unloading the sword attacking from the left side, and guiding the attack to the next knife.

Dangdang!

The sound of three weapons colliding resounded clear and clear over the somewhat clean street. Chu Lang chose a door plaque to avoid the wind and snow, and watched intently from a distance.

From the beginning to the end, the swordsmen were able to handle with ease. The first two swords broke through the attacks of seven or eight people in turn. After the third sword was shot, a scream sounded, breaking the deadlock.

The blade sliced ​​through the void, and the three blades cut through the flying snow all over the sky with puffs, and attacked the three people behind them. The man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and he grasped the opponent's position extremely accurately.

Boom!

The two people in hats both resisted the blow, while the other moved a little slower, a bloodstain was cut on his body, and the blood splashed on the snow-white ground, like a cherry red sprinkled on the snow-white bed sheet. It is eye-catching and even more breathtaking!

The swordsman seemed to be really angry. At this moment, the offensive continued continuously. The light of the sword flashed, and there was a scream, and the arms of the two hat men were cut off, forcing them to retreat, and they were facing a more violent attack. .

The swordsman was besieged on all sides, but there was no sign of decline. Instead, he sometimes attacked the front and sometimes the rear, but his back was always facing Chu Lang.

The two sides fought fiercely for a quarter of an hour, and the street was already stained red with blood. With the strong smell of blood in the air, Chu Lang wrinkled his nose and wondered, who are these people, and why did they appear in Yunzhou City.

While Chu Lang was puzzled, he suddenly saw a pair of horses and horses galloping towards the Qilin Alliance. There were about a dozen horses, and the momentum was mighty, while the swordsman and the remaining three or four Lihat people were still fighting in a stalemate. Has completely lost the ability to fight.

This swordsman's martial arts, Chu Lang, couldn't see through it. Could it be that he was already a strong man in the Xiantian realm? Otherwise, how could he not be at a disadvantage in a fierce battle between two warriors of the Xiantian realm and six warriors of the Spiritual Sky Realm.

Chu Lang secretly admired the strength of this swordsman.

"Take this man down." The leader on the horse stopped the rein and pointed angrily at the swordsman in the arena.

A dozen or so people jumped off the horses one after another, and only the leader was left sitting on the horse to watch the battle.

The person who came was actually a blue-clothed disciple of the Qilin Alliance, with a pure spiritual realm cultivation base, his strength increased so much, he took turns to attack and siege, the swordsman's advantage was lost, and there was a crisis situation, the swordsman's offensive had already begun to mess up stand up.

Apparently more than a dozen people at the Spiritual Space Realm joined forces to attack, and the power was still very powerful. The swordsmen fought and retreated, approaching Chu Lang's direction.

Fighting tends to make some people further crazy and bloodthirsty, and the swordsman belongs to this kind of person. With fierce attacks in turn, the swordsman's body is already covered with scars.

The blood flowed down the handle of the knife he was holding tightly, and onto the thick broadsword. The white and bright knife was now like a magic knife crazily bloodthirsty, sucking the fresh and warm blood of its owner.

The back of the sword glowed faintly red on the snow, and the swordsman suddenly roared into the sky with a passionate voice.

Chu Lang was stunned. How could this voice be familiar? Chu Lang was lucky enough to focus his eyes on the swordsman carefully.

The swordsman roared angrily, suddenly gripped the back of the blade with both hands, and spun on the spot. The surrounding energy accompanied his rotation, unexpectedly creating a hurricane vortex, the flying snow was shattered into nothingness by the energy, and the originally red blade burst Out of a fiery light.

drink!

The swordsman roared, and swung his sword fiercely in the direction of a dozen Qilin alliances.

boom!

The ground of the street was split into a huge chasm by the force of the sword, and five or six disciples of the Qilin Alliance under the light of the sword were blown away ten feet away, fell to the ground and twitched violently, and several disciples who were slightly injured hugged their bodies cried out in pain.

At the moment when the swordsman turned around, Chu Lang saw his facial features clearly, and shouted: "Chen Lin."

It turned out that this swordsman turned out to be Chen Lin, an outer disciple of the Tianming Sword Sect who had been missing for a long time, and he was also the person Chu Lang had been looking for. Chu Lang never thought that this swordsman was Chen Lin. If not for the familiar roar just now, Then pay attention to his appearance, Chu Lang really couldn't tell that the scruffy, sluggish and generous swordsman was Chen Lin who had been looking for for a long time.

After Chen Lin sent out a shocking blow, his aura was obviously much weaker. The man who was still on top of the horse roared, and a group of horses and horses jumped into the air and rushed towards Chen Lin.

Chen Lin's momentum was much weaker, but he still firmly waved the knife in his hand to meet him again, not even listening to Chu Lang's exclamation behind him.

boom!

The people and horses stopped, and Chen Lin below was forced to retreat more than ten steps by the strong recoil force, puff!

Chen Lin spit out a mouthful of blood, and stood up slowly with a knife on the ground.

Chu Lang could see clearly that it was Chen Lin Wuyi, but there seemed to be something wrong with this guy, his eyes were reddish at the moment, blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of murderous intent, looking at the man on the street on the ground.

The man used a black iron chain weapon. The black iron chain is used as a weapon. Generally, the accompanying exercises are the top-grade black iron martial arts. It not only doubles its own power, but also increases the agility and sharpness of the black iron chain several times. Even if they are at the same innate level, the power of using a yellow-level martial skill and a mysterious-level martial skill is completely different, let alone not at the same level.

There are not many masters who use black iron chains as weapons in the Jianghu, but there is one in the Qilin Alliance, Tong Baer, ​​who is also a white-clothed deacon with Wuqing, he is the only remote person who came to the eastern border from thousands of miles and mountains in the west .

During these days, the Qilin Alliance has been challenged one after another, even provocations. Tong Baer, ​​the deacon in white, has become even more angry. It is to take its head.

Tong Baer is already at the fifth level of the innate realm, slightly inferior to the seventh level of Absolutely Heartless, but at least firmly sits on the second chair of the younger generation of disciples of the Qilin Alliance.

Seeing that the guy was not killed by one blow, Tong Baer's face became even darker, and the black iron chain in his hand shook violently, like a spirit snake opening its mouth and swallowing towards Chen Lin.

Ah!

Chen Lin's appearance became even more frightening, his eyes turned red, he clenched his fists and stretched them violently, the gray linen clothes on his body shattered under the sound of hissing, revealing a pair of strong muscles that surprised Chu Lang, The arms are as thick as waist barrels, and the uneven muscles on the arms are full of blue veins.

With Chen Lin roaring into the sky, his black hair suddenly flew away, and Chen Lin's clenched right hand slammed forward, hitting the black iron chain giant snake that was attacking.

boom!

A burst of energy surged, blowing Chu Lang's clothes and making a puffing sound, Chu Lang's face felt a cold sting, this energy was beyond Chu Lang's tolerance.

Chu Lang was terrified, and hurriedly backed away a few feet, his mind was startled, what happened to Chen Lin during this period, how did he become so powerful, he was able to challenge the warriors of the Xiantian realm, just now he was beaten by two of the same Xiantian realm The warrior fought with a dozen or so spiritual realm warriors without losing the wind.

Chu Lang was already shocked, and looked blankly at Chen Lin and Tong Baer who were fighting fiercely together in the sky above the street.