There is no doubt about Zhou Yuan's strength.

Unparalleled genius.

It won’t come out for ten thousand years!

His understanding of the way of the sword is even higher than that of the peak master of Sword Peak. He can better represent the Immortal Fate Sect in battles, and such battles are very helpful to Zhou Yuan.

The great monk was slightly startled and looked at Zhou Yuandao: "Senior Brother Zhou, is he the nephew who can kill the magic master with one sword?"

Zhou Yuan said coldly: "Who is your eldest nephew?"

"Well……"

"Hahaha……"

The great monk laughed and said: "Young Master Zhou, are you sure you want to go to war?"

Zhou Yuan sneered: "Are you afraid?"

The great monk said: "That's not the case. I'm afraid that you will be injured and it will affect the new group of people in the British Championship. That is the best opportunity for the younger generation in the Western Region. If you seize it, you might be able to enter Lingtian Pavilion and become a disciple of the Celestial Clan.

This is the dream of martial arts cultivators in Hongmeng Realm."

"snort!"

Zhou Yuan snorted coldly and said, "It's better to worry about your people."

immediately.

Zhou Yuan looked at Lan Mei and said, "Don't worry, I won't lose."

Turn around.

Zhou Yuan looked at Xuanyuan Li'er again and said, "Mei Li, what you promised me just now..."

Xuanyuan Li'er said calmly: "As long as you can win, I am willing to advance the wedding date by one month!"

At this moment, a glimmer of light flashed in Zhou Daoren's eyes. In the past, he was worried that it would be too late, but now it seems that there is no need to worry at all.

He secretly said in his heart: "As expected of my son, hahaha... This move is beautiful!"

just now.

Xuanyuan Li'er put forward conditions herself in order to allow Zhou Yuan to fight.

The wedding date is one month in advance.

She never thought about the future, she just wanted to keep Lan Mei. No matter what, even if Long Fei didn't recognize her, she still wanted to do something for Long Fei.

because.

She felt that she owed Long Fei in her heart.

Coupled with Long Fei's absence, she should take good care of Lan Mei and Su Su.

Just then.

Xuanyuan Li'er looked at Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuandao: "Don't worry, I know!"

Zhou Yuan looked at the great monk and said: "If the Heavenly Clan's fine steel is replaced by the girl just now, can I bet?"

Zhou Daoren was stunned.

He was a little reluctant, but when he thought about Xuanyuan Li'er's promise to advance the wedding date one month, he didn't say anything more, which was regarded as acquiescence.

The great monk said: "It seems that Master Zhou is still a lover. There is no problem at all, so I will change the bet and use the girl just now."

Zhou Yuan smiled with satisfaction, looked at the middle-aged man with a cold expression across from him, and said with disdain: "Come on, draw your sword, use your strongest move, otherwise you will have no chance."

Very confident.

Incomparably powerful self-confidence.

Zhou Yuan has extraordinary understanding of the way of swordsmanship.

and.

Over the years, he has never lost a single match in swordsmanship.

The cold man raised his eyes slightly, his gaze turned into a sword intent, and locked onto Zhou Yuan.

Sword intent!

In an instant, his body was like a huge sword, and the entire square and even the entire Ten Thousand Saints Peak were filled with sword intent.

There is a sword suspended in everyone's mind.

Just like if the sword falls, you will die. Many people dare not breathe, even some elders of Ten Thousand Saints Peak hold their breath.

Zhou Daoren's eyes tightened, "What a strong sword spirit."

Zhou Yuan grinned and said: "The sword power is good, but...it's still a little bit worse than me."

As soon as the words fell.

Zhou Yuan's right hand moved slightly.

He made a sword-drawing pattern, but there was no scabbard on his waist, and there was no sword, but...he drew a sword with his right hand and made a sound.

Sword without a sword.

The sword screamed.

The sky darkened heavily, as if it was being crushed by the sword shadow released from his body.

It is also a super powerful sword shadow.

now.

The whole square was extremely quiet, and no one made any comments, because they were in the world of Sword Intent at this moment, and they might die if they moved or talked nonsense.

The cold man said coldly: "Interesting!"

The corners of his mouth were raised, showing a sinister and evil expression.

Turn around.

The cold man's eyes moved.

The sword flashed.

The body flew out like lightning, and countless swords shot out from all over the body, left and right, and in all directions. The shadows of the swords visible to the naked eye were like real swords.

All over the world, the shadow of the sword is like the sky.

A sword.

Kill with anger!

A sword comes out.

Zhou Yuan sneered, "Is this kind of power?"

Arrogance is arrogance, but Zhou Yuan did not take it lightly. He moved his body and said slightly, "Shinto!!!"

"Buzz!"

The sky exploded.

Endless power raged out.

I couldn't see its speed at all, so I met the attack with my sword and chopped it down.

"Crack!"

A harsh lightning flashed out, the sky split open, and countless spaces around it shattered. These two forces were too fierce.

The two figures bounced away.

The cold man said coldly: "The Shinto sword is nothing more than this."

Zhou Yuan's eyes turned ferocious, "Seeking death!"

The figure disappeared.

"God is destroyed!!!"

"boom!"

The figure suddenly appeared, and the endless void behind him shattered. This sword was sharper than the previous one.

"Die!"

Zhou Yuan roared loudly.

The cold man's figure kept changing, surrounding Zhou Yuan from all directions, but every figure of his was shrouded in the shroud of God's Destruction, making it impossible to avoid him.

"snort!"

"Want to hide?"

"You can't hide!"
To be continued...