Youruo stared quietly in the air, ignoring the fingers of the group of people watching the battle around him. Wangchuan stared at the front. He knew that Han Jingyong was already fighting hard and did not dare to relax at all.

Han Jingyong disappeared for several breaths, and the 108 long swords flew along a special trajectory to Wangchuan, blocking all the retreat routes of Wangchuan.

Suddenly, one hundred and eight Han Jingyong appeared in the air, holding long swords in his hand and attacking Wangchuan at the same time. The moment he flew out, Han Jingyong and the long swords turned into 1808 dragons with horns on their heads, and the black clouds rolled, making people breathless.

Wangchuan said intimately that Han Jingyong's move "Romance of Dragon and Snake" was really cruel. At the moment, he could only use his strength to open a gap, break out of the siege, and find a good opportunity.

Having a scheming in my mind, Wangchuan activates the technique, Pure Yang True Qi protects the body, pinching his fingers, and the Dongxu Sword soars into the sky, and the energy penetrates the long rainbow and soars into the sky.

Han Jingyong guessed Wangchuan's intentions, and the dragons around him rushed to Wangchuan quickly. Looking from a distance, it made people frightened. Hundreds of dragons in the air rushed to one place at the same time, surrounding Wangchuan so that it was blocked by the remaining dragons. The space for movement in the encirclement became smaller and smaller.

What is unpredictable is that after several dragons entangled Wangchuan's feet, all 108 dragons exploded, and fireworks suddenly ignited in the air, and the clouds surging around them, and the sound of explosions was deafening.

"It's over, this kid must be dead."

"Look, the girl who came with that boy was not in a hurry at all. Will she keep the kid's trick?"

"In my opinion, that little lady is probably confused."

"As far as I know, no one has escaped from Han Jingyong's Dragon and Snake Romance. Although this little boy is a bit special and has good skills, his cultivation is only in the True Enlightenment Period. It is a fantasy to fight Han Jingyong in the middle stage of Dongxuan. It is simply a fantasy to live in his strongest killer move. Even if we face Han Jingyong alone, we may not survive."

"Han Jingyong's cultivation is the highest among our group of people, and he vaguely wants to break through to the late stage of Dongxuan. It seems that this kid cannot survive."

"It's a pity that I just died at such a young age."

"Who said no, this is the price of arrogance. Like us, who dared to be so arrogant and domineering at that time, we would have to respectfully call ourselves seniors. If this kid had the same modesty as we were back then, he would not have fallen into such a field."

“…”

Everyone watching the game sighed and sighed. They seemed to have forgotten that Wangchuan encountered the danger at this moment, who was aggressive in causing the situation. Youruo glanced at these people coldly and looked back in the air.

The smoke gradually dissipated, one hundred white dragons were gone, two hundred green snakes raised their heads, and their sinister eyes locked on the smoke clouds. An energy trembled in the air, and suddenly azure blue light shone everywhere, and thousands of sword energy shot towards the green snake. Seeing this, the green snake avoided it.

"What! That kid is not dead!"

"Impossible, how could this kid not be alive?"

"What kind of monster is this? He can't help but be intact with Han Jingyong's strongest blow, and he has the power to fight back!"

"This guy is not simple!"

Wangchuan appeared in everyone's eyes alive, which really surprised them. They were talking in a tide. Many people were even guessing which immortal figure Wangchuan was the best player.

"Han Jingyong, your dragon and snake legend has been broken, and you are still surrendered?" Wangchuan looked a little embarrassed, his clothes were broken in many places, and his hair was so messy that he danced in the wind. He pinched the sword technique in his hand, as if he was pulling a bow. As long as Han Jingyong did any inexpensive moves, the arrow on the bow would take his life at any time.

Qingshe said, "Hmph... I have to admit that you have some strength when you can catch this attack just now. However, this move of Dragon and Snake is not something you can say if you can break it. I have to bow to you, and you will be in the next life!"

Two hundred green snakes attacked Wangchuan again with lightning speed. Wangchuan said in a deep voice: "The cooked duck is stubborn! Han Jingyong, since you are stubborn, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." After that, Wangchuan's sword technique changed in his hand, leaving a shadow in the air. The temperature around him suddenly reached zero o'clock. The wind was howling in the four fields, sand and stones were flying, and dust was full of the sky, making people unable to open their eyes. Suddenly, a black light flashed through the sky, and the sword energy in the sky fell from the sky, like a sudden rain, snow pouring into the sky, cold and cold, where the sword energy fell, instantly condensed into frost.

The green snakes in the air avoided the sinister sword energy everywhere. From time to time, the green snakes were strangled into several pieces by the sword energy, and then turned into palm-sized green snakes gathered in one place. In this way, the sky was like a green lake covered with layers of white snow. The sharp wind as sharp as a knife on the snow was raging, and the small snakes kept hitting the snow layer. As soon as they drilled out of their heads, they were split into two pieces by the sword energy.

"Han Jingyong, you underestimate me Wangchuan too much. Although your martial arts are very strange, every time your clone consumes a lot of true energy, how long can you last with your cultivation?" Wangchuan's voice came from the air, but he only heard the sound and did not see him. "It's just that he can fight stubbornly but not work hard. Wangchuan is not a bloodthirsty person, and he has no grudges with you in the past. If you admit your defeat at this moment and admit your mistake in public, I can let you go."

"Hmph, it's not that easy to kill me." Han Jingyong's almost roar came from the snake group. Although the sound was loud, the people around him had already heard the panic in his heart. He was about to lose this battle.

Wangchuan's voice came again, "Han Jingyong, who was arrogant just now, has become a turtle shrunk at this moment? Do you think I can't do anything about you if I transform into a group of snakes? Now I've ruined your true body!"

As soon as Wangchuan said this, a snake in the group of green snakes showed red light in its eyes. He looked up and glanced around. Then he wanted to drill into the depths of the group of snakes. At that time, the Dongxu Sword appeared. A sword entered the position of the red-eyed green snake. With a "boom", the green light flew into the four fields like a meteor shower.

The strong wind stopped, the sword rain disappeared, the sand and stones fell to the ground, the smoke and dust disappeared, and the blue sky was quiet. Han Jingyong was like a kite with broken string falling to the ground, with a cave sword inserted in front of his chest, and blood fell into the grass like drizzle.

Wangchuan appeared, he slowly drifted to the ground, and he approached Han Jingyong step by step.

"How did you find out?" Han Jingyong's face was as pale as paper, and he barely supported the ground with one hand.

When Han Jingyong pulled out the Dongxu Sword, he screamed in pain, and Wangchuan said lightly: "It's not that you discovered you below, but that you told me where you are."

Han Jingyong was puzzled, and Wangchuan explained: "When you first entered the Taoist sect, you have little experience. Your martial arts are not bad, which has caused quite a lot of trouble to you. Han Jingyong, your cultivation is not inferior to me, but in the end you lost to me. Do you know the reason?"

"Hmph, it's just that your martial arts grade is higher than my brother's." Han Jingyong blamed the failure on the martial arts grade. Apart from that, he really couldn't find a better reason.

Wangchuan laughed, as if he was angry that he was not arguing, "Han Jingyong, Han Jingyong, you still don't realize your problem at this point. Yes, the level of the martial arts you practice is indeed higher than yours, but don't forget that your cultivation is nearly two levels higher than me. If you don't have higher cultivation and a firmer heart of Tao, even if you possess a higher level of martial arts, you will not be able to exert one or two of its power. In just a moment, the situation reversed, and hundreds of your clones were trapped by the lower part. You are too conceited. I only spoke a little and you showed your strength. To be honest, I still have to thank you. If you hadn't been distracted, I would have to waste some kung fu."

"You can have the opportunity to practice Taoism and have good cultivation. This is not only a gift from God, but also the result of your own efforts. The best is like water, you should have used this kind of cultivation to help the world and eliminate demons and protect the way. But what about you... and you have some reputations in the world, so you will be proud of yourself, greedy for face, and act based on your likes and dislikes, bully the small, and hurt others with evil words. Such behaviors are done by a gentleman, and can you deserve the name of a hero in the world who punishes evil and promotes good?"

"I..." Han Jingyong was speechless for a moment and was scolded by Wangchuan in public. He was furious and blushed. "Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated. If you want to kill, you will kill them. It's not my turn to a young boy who is still young to teach him a lesson!"

Wangchuan's face turned cold. He held the Dongxu Sword and said coldly: "I didn't want to make things difficult for you. As long as you apologize for the evil words in the restaurant, you will be fine, but you are killing me. The rules of the world, now that I have taken your life, can you convince me?"

Han Jingyong snorted coldly, spat bloody saliva at Wangchuan, coughing several times, and blood kept overflowing from the wound and the corners of the mouth, looking extremely miserable, "If you want to kill, kill, what are you talking about!"

"Eighteen years later, I hope you can become a hero!" Wangchuan raised his sword and stabbed Han Jingyong who had closed his eyes and waited for death. Suddenly, he felt a palm force hit him directly. He moved his body, avoiding the palm force that was sneaking into his arms, and turned around and swept to everyone watching the battle. "Which courageless bandit with a hidden head and tail just now attacked me?!"

"I dare not be a brave bandit, it's the old man I'm able to do it!" In the crowd, an old man with white hair stood up.

"Who are you?" Wangchuan asked in a deep voice.

"Old man Feng Sanhe." Feng Sanhe walked towards Wangchuan with his hands on his back, holding his head up, and was arrogant. Behind him, a group of aggressive people seemed to be coming to seek a crime.

"I am so ignorant. Why did Senior Feng secretly hurt me? Is this the way of dealing with people all his life?" Wangchuan felt unhappy when he saw everyone's nostrils facing the sky, and he also felt a little sharper in his words.

"What a sharp-tongued little bastard." When you walked to a place that was ten feet away from Wangchuan, Feng Sanhe and the others stopped. Although Feng Sanhe had no expression on his face, he was full of anger. He said, "Boy, since the battle has been decided, why do you want to hurt people's lives? Haven't your elders taught you what the rules are in the martial arts world?"

"Old Feng, you are too arrogant to see this little bastard. Look at his beastly appearance, he is probably a thing that no one raises." The person who speaks is like a treacherous, with a hooked nose, a mustache, and a pair of eyes as big as soybeans.

As soon as he said this, everyone laughed at the scene. Feng Sanhe was also very helpful to listen to it. He stroked the goatee from time to time, "Zhao Buren, you said something human today. If this little beast lets it go, it will definitely become a disaster in the future. The younger generation is disobedient and has no elders' teachings. How can we ignore it... Alas, we old guys are born to work hard."

"Old Feng said, this little bastard is unreasonable and insists on taking Brother Han's life. As fellow practitioners, how can we let him do whatever he wants?" Zhao Buren said in a flattering manner.

"That boy, we elders are here, and we will not let you do anything wrong today and hurt people's lives."

Yang Laoer, who had been kind to Youruo, couldn't bear to see Wangchuan suffer a great loss, so he advised him again: "Little brother, I advise you to stop when you see it is better, otherwise with your cultivation level, do you think you can beat me?"

"Yang Lao Er, what are you talking about to that kid? He said he could listen and would make such a big noise. Jade cannot be made into a weapon without being carved, and people cannot be made into a talent without being taught. In my opinion, he will just fight until this kid is subdued."

“…”

For a moment, under the slopes of the western suburbs, people either shouted and beat Wangchuan to kill, or kept sarcasticating, or persuaded him as an elder.

"Enough!" Wangchuan shouted loudly. Facing the insults of everyone, especially the sentence "Life is no one to teach" that even touched the taboo in his heart. At this time, his eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was extremely violent. He gritted his teeth and looked at everyone, roaring: "You people who claim to be righteous gentlemen, but their words are even more vicious than poisonous snakes. If Wangchuan doesn't give everyone an explanation today, I'm afraid you will have your life. Very good. Wangchuan has just entered the world, and there are so many people who claim to be righteous and want to give some advice. It's really hard to ask for it."

"Boy, you still don't repent until you die. You're really stubborn!" Feng Sanhe sighed, looking heartbroken. "We old guys often walk around the world over the years, and now these young younger generations really think we are old."

"Feng Sanhe, why do you have to pretend to be a hypocritical? It's not because of my arrogant and arrogant younger generation, but because you are too bullying and think that you can rely on your seniority and be arrogant and claim to be respectful for a few years. Today, when Han Jingyong wants to take his life, have you ever advised Han Jingyong to show mercy? If it was me who fell to the ground, you would stop Han Jingyong from committing a crime? I have no hatred for killing your father or taking your wife. You have insulted me many times, threatened to take your life, and dared to ask you what you have to do with me?"

"I have decided to take Han Jingyong's life today." Wangchuan turned around and raised his sword to stab Han Jingyong, "You dare!" Feng Sanhe shouted loudly, rushed over, and slapped Wangchuan with a palm.

Wangchuan didn't care, and he turned his backhand to Feng Sanhe, and the Dongxu Sword was aiming at Han Jingyong's chest at the same time. The two palms were facing each other, and Wangchuan staggered, "Puff..." A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and the Dongxu Sword had already penetrated Han Jingyong's chest.

Han Jingyong, who was so angry that he said, "I... I'm a ghost... I won't let you go!" Then he died and died. Seeing this, Feng Sanhe was even more angry and attacked Wangchuan again, "Little beast, you are so brave!"

Wangchuan activates his body regardless of the severity of his injuries. The afterimage appears and avoids Feng Sanhe's overwhelming attack. Then he stabilizes his body and points his sword to everyone and says, "You guys are going together!" After Wangchuan said that, he pinched the sword technique, and the light of the Dongxu sword surged, and the fierce and sinister sword energy squirted out from the Dongxu sword body, attacking everyone who kept shouting and scolding.

The sword energy swept across, and the people retreated and dodged, and wherever the sword energy passed, the soil splashed. Wangchuan used this move, forcing those who were undecided to the Jedi, either fighting with them or leaving with their tails. These people did not disappoint. They were completely angered and they all used magic weapons to attack Wangchuan.

At this time, the disciples of Baihua Valley had arrived. The girl Zhixue stared at Wangchuan, who was fighting with everyone in front of her, turned her head and said to Ouyang Feiyu: "It's so shameless to siege the young hero alone! Senior sister, please hurry up and help him."

"Zhixue, please be careful, don't worry, let's see the situation first." Ouyang Feiyu looked up and looked forward. Wangchuan had already used a move to ask for directions. Five method formations appeared. The people besieged Wangchuan were trapped in the magic array. However, these people's cultivation was not low, and they easily responded to the magic array attack.

As the sword formation fell, Zhao Buren and others worked together to tear a hole in the sword formation. Feng Sanhe took the lead in rushing out of the magic array, poked out with a palm, a clear tiger roar, and a patterned tiger with flames all over his body rushed towards Wangchuan.

Immediately afterwards, several people flew out of the formation, including swords, spears, axes, hooks and forks, sticks, spears, whips, maces, hammers, crutches, meteors, and meteors, and those with pointed, thorns, stings, razors, blades, velvet ropes, chains, hooks, and Emei thorns. The eighteen magical instruments were greeting Wangchuan.

Zhixue was anxious and kept urging in front of Ouyang Feiyu: "Senior Sister! How could he handle it if he has so many people besieged? If you don't go to save him, Zhixue will go by himself."

"Zhixue!" Ouyang Feiyu's heart suddenly became tight when he saw Zhixue flying out. This time she was responsible for taking her junior sisters down the mountain to experience, and she could not tolerate any of the junior sisters being damaged, so she used magic weapons and flew to chase them out.

Zhixue had just flew out, but she never thought that there was a woman in front of her. When she looked closely, she found that it was the woman who was walking with Wangchuan, and a nameless fire arose in her heart. Zhixue stopped and said unhappily: "Senior sister, please get out of here."

Youruo did not respond, but just stood in front of Zhixue lightly. No matter how Zhixue tried every means to get rid of it, she would return in vain. At this time, Ouyang Feiyu and a group of disciples from Baihua Valley arrived, "Zhixue, don't mess around."

"Senior Sister, look at her..." Zhixue's snow-white oval face turned red. She stomped her feet in the air. She pointed at Youruo and said, "Hey, senior sister, which side are you from? You are timid and afraid of things. It would be fine if you don't help the young hero, why should you block my way?"

"Zhixue, don't be rude!" Ouyang Feiyu glared at Zhixue. Two disciples from Baihua Valley flew to Zhixue and pulled her to the side. Ouyang Feixue bowed to Youruo, "This senior sister, Zhixue is young and reckless, please don't be as familiar with her."

"It's okay." Youruo replied lightly, his voice as cold and indifferent as the bright moon in the night.

"Senior sister, the young hero is in trouble, so why don't we join forces to repel these people." Ouyang Feiyu is not a reckless and young girl like Zhixue. After years of experience in the world, she has already developed the eyes of identifying people.

Although Zhixue's cultivation is still shallow, she is the most talented disciple in Baihua Valley. She entered the master at the age of ten. In just six years, her cultivation has reached the cave Xuan realm. She is the most proud disciple of the Great Elder. Her body skills are even more true to the Great Elder. Even if Ouyang Feiyu wants to block Zhixue's way, it is not easy.

The woman in front of her seemed to have predictable ability. Zhixue's next move was already as expected, and blocking Zhixue's whereabouts was like walking in the garden. From this point, Ouyang Feiyu had a conclusion in his mind that this woman's cultivation was not simple, and her realm was even higher than her.

Now that I looked at the woman up close, Ouyang Feiyu became even more determined. Although I could not capture the breath of this woman as a cultivator, Ouyang Feiyu saw a sword with a sword with a wide range of intent and cold coldness in her sharp eyes.

Youruo looked at Ouyang Feiyu who was talking, then turned his head to look at the angry Xia Zhixue, and said lightly: "He can do it."
Chapter completed!