"This is you looking for death!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of coldness, and the blood gun suspended around him suddenly turned into a blood light, like a blood python swimming in the void, swipe past the three Xiaoyaomen disciples.

Click!

Immediately, the three sword shadows shattered, while the three Xiaoyaomen disciples were stunned in place, a blood hole the size of a thumb appeared between their eyebrows.

Plop!

Plop!

Then the three Xiaoyaomen disciples all fell to the ground with their backs to the sky, without any breath.

The restaurant suddenly became quiet, everyone stared at the three Xiaoyaomen disciples who were killed in that instant, their pupils constricted, this young man was really ruthless, he killed these three with a single strike.

Moreover, the strength shown by this son faintly made the other people in the restaurant extra jealous and fearful. He was able to instantly kill three warriors at the early stage of Jin Zunjing, and his combat power might not be weaker than that of Bai Yixue.

"You killed them?" Bai Yixue's expression froze, and she suddenly asked in a low voice.

"The three of them want to kill me desperately, can't I kill them out of counterattack?" Zhuo Wen slowly poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it down, his voice indifferent and indifferent.

"You are courting death!"

The blue veins on the forehead of Bai Yixue popped up, and the aura on his body burst out suddenly, and countless vigor rose up, like a waterfall hanging upside down, looking extremely terrifying.

At the same time, the long sword floating beside Bai Yixue let out a sharp whistle, and burst out with extremely dazzling sword light.

"cut!"

When the sword light was blazing to the extreme, Bai Yixue swung her right hand fiercely, and the sword light suddenly rushed out, slashing towards Zhuo Wen.

"Bai Yixue seems to be really angry. Although this kid's combat power is good, but his cultivation is only at the early stage of Jin Zunjing, it should be difficult to fight Bai Yixue."

Looking at the sword light that was as hot as the sun, the rest of the restaurant looked amazed. Bai Yixue, as the eldest disciple of Xiaoyaomen, had unquestionable talent and strength, and was the strongest among the younger generation in Xituo City.

Among the younger generation, there are really not many people who can beat this Bai Yixue. Even though this Zhuo Wen just wiped out the three Xiaoyaomen disciples in an instant, no one still thinks that this Zhuo Wen can surpass Bai Yixue in strength.

Looking at the sword light coming from the cut, Zhuo Wen made a seal formula with his right hand, using the seal of Ai Bao, a sad breath permeated the whole restaurant, and then the sadness in the hearts of everyone in the restaurant was suddenly mobilized, and there was sadness in their eyes The color, the whole person becomes weak.

Even Bai Yixue had a rare look of sadness in his eyes, and then found that his strength had dropped by 30%. Although he tried his best to resist this sadness, Bai Yixue couldn't get rid of it at all.

Due to the influence of strength, the sword light that was cut out first stagnated in mid-air for a moment, and its power was actually reduced by 30%.

"Break it!"

Zhuo Wen's indifferent voice came, and he jumped up, holding the blood gun with his right hand, and resting his left hand on the end of the gun, Yuan force poured in, and the blood gun suddenly turned into a blood light, and swept towards the sword light.

boom!

The blood gun and the sword light collided, making the sound of gold and iron clashing, revealing the true colors of the blood gun and the long sword, stagnating in mid-air.

Whoosh!

Zhuo Wen reached the blood gun in an instant, grasped the handle of the gun with his right hand, slammed it hard, and slammed it fiercely, and threw it on the long sword. Suddenly, the long sword wailed, and was actually thrown away by the blood gun .

Bai Yixue's face was ugly, and the weakening power of the Ai Baoyin used by Zhuo Wen was too strong. Now he can only display 70% of his strength in his heyday, and his whole body is a little weak. He hates this feeling very much.

"die!"

Picking up the long sword, Zhuo Wen stepped on the void with his foot, and his whole body turned into a terrifying blood shadow, which instantly arrived in front of Bai Yixue. The blood gun in his right hand swung out like a windmill, setting off gusts of howling wind.

Bai Yixue's eyes changed slightly, she stepped on the sole of her foot, and grasped the flying long sword with her right hand, and then raised the long sword, countless sword lights flashed, and a round of rising sun actually rose behind it.

"Sword of Chaoyang!"

With a low shout, Bai Yixue threw the long sword with her right hand fiercely, the long sword pierced through the space, and with that vigorous rising sun artistic conception, she wanted to completely crush Zhuo Wen to death.

"Sura's Blood Spear!"

Zhuo Wen was in mid-air, his knees were slightly bent, and his robes were buzzing. Looking at the long sword wrapped in the power of the rising sun, his eyes were as calm as water. When the blood gun spun, a terrifying sea of ??blood rushed from the space behind him. out.

Boom boom boom!

The endless sea of ??blood, like a blood python piercing the sky and the earth, could not be seen to the end, surrounding the Chaoyang Sword layer by layer, preventing it from breaking free in the slightest.

"Sword of the setting sun!"

Bai Yixue's complexion changed slightly, and she let out a low drink. Suddenly, the sword was on the sidelines, and the rising sun began to fall, and turned into the evening sunset. A round of terrifying scorching sun fell, and the entire sea of ??blood began to surge as if it was about to burst generally. JrNovels.com