"Zheng!"

The sword vibrates lightly, and there is a slight whistle of the sword, which is ethereal and distant, as if it is echoing from the years.

Ren Qiong looked at this sword and his eyes changed.

What did he think of? After all, someone had just introduced it to him in the morning.

"Brother, you really hide everything...are you a sword cultivator?"

"I don't know, how does it compare to 'Fat Tiger', 'Grey Snake' and the like?"

Ren Qiong was curious and fluttered his cloak.

His fur coat was woven from crow feathers, and no one knew how much effort was put into it.

Each crow feather is carefully selected and soaked in many special medicinal liquids.

It doesn't look like much at ordinary times, but if it comes to a critical moment... it will be very scary.

At this moment, spiritual light began to flow on the cloak, like water waves, rippling endlessly.

"Sword cultivator? I don't even know if I am." Li Er chuckled, "Have you ever seen a sword cultivator as slippery as me? I don't think so, right?"

"I'm just a half-way monk...but I do have a three-point talent in swordsmanship."

"Whether it is a fat tiger or a gray snake, if they dare to stand still and let me cut them, I will kill them without a second sword."

He is very confident.

I am confident that I can kill these people.

"But no one is that stupid."

Li Er suddenly sighed, "Everyone has their own strengths. Surpassing your opponent's strengths doesn't mean anything. A real fight changes rapidly and there will never be a definite result."

"Just like before, Fat Tiger's three sticks came down... What's the use of me carrying this sword up there? If I don't dodge, I'll be dead as soon as the sticks come down."

"If I strike first, he dies; if he strikes first, I die."

"As for the 'Grey Snake'... my playing style is somewhat restrained."

"But it's so toxic and disgusting that we might all die together."

"Besides, Gray Snake won't give me a chance to fight alone..."

"So, I can only intimidate."

Li Er raised a finger.

"One sword!"

He looked at Ren Qiong, "I can use a sword!"

"I am confident that the magnificence of this sword will scare those people away from their breath."

Li Er was very serious, "Are you sure about these few breaths of time?"

"Bring a whole body to Fat Tiger?"

Ren Qiong's expression suddenly became extremely serious, "Okay!"

As soon as he flicked his great cloak, which was filled with aura of aura, it disintegrated in an instant!

Every crow feather is flowing with spiritual light, flying freely in the sky and earth.

They flow with the wind and dust, linger in the moonlight, gather moonlight, change unpredictably, and become dreamy and blurry.

"Crash!"

Like thousands of crows flying in the sky, bringing death declarations to the world!

Those crow feathers are all specially made. Each piece is equivalent to a piece of fine talisman paper. Ren Qiong uses it as a fulcrum to write talismans and draw cloud patterns calmly, leveraging the power of heaven and earth to realize the miracles of dreams.

.

There are as many spiritual talismans as there are crow feathers.

But this is not the end!

There is still a connection between these crow feathers, so they rise into the sky and perform the subtleties of the formation!

If Ren Ling were here, she would be shocked...her brother actually knows the formation?!

And it’s not just an ordinary meeting!

Even if he is not as talented as the young man in Talismans, he is still a little genius!

At this moment, there were countless misty lights surging in Ren Qiong's eyes, arranged in nine palaces and eight trigrams, as if he wanted to make a thorough calculation of the world.

Li Er looked at Ren Qiong like this and felt a little pressure.

"It seems that you are not bad either."

He smiled, "Then, let's do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword had been lifted and placed in front of him.

He brushed it with his fingers, and the word "Qingyuan" shone brightly.

Suddenly, a long roar sounded, and a sword light lit up, shining into the clouds in the sky. Suddenly, it was like light from the sky bursting out, tearing open the gloomy world!

"Qiang!"

The sword roared faintly, smashing through all kinds of invisible objects, like the sound of thunder striking across the air, cutting through the atmosphere and breaking the shackles.

Li Er has disappeared.

There was only a sword light left, which was so bright and frightening that it illuminated the world in all directions. It rose into the sky like a meteor piercing the sky and swept away all the demons and demons with its unstoppable power!

…

"What did you say you did to provoke me?"

"Grey Snake" was standing in front of Fat Tiger, who was bleeding profusely, and sneered with satisfaction.

All heroic spirit and pride must be shattered and broken.

So what if you don’t accept it?

Crush every bone, no matter how proud you are, you can't hold it back!

Fat Tiger originally had half of his body broken, but at this moment, his whole body was broken into pieces, with broken bones and stubble piercing his flesh and blood, like a puddle of mud.

"Wouldn't it be better to just accept my squeeze?"

"Still resisting?"

"Are you worthy?"

Gray Snake sneered and called to his younger brother, "Go, take off his mask and describe his true appearance."

"I went to check afterward to see how many people there were in his family..."

"Kill them all and send them down to accompany him. This will be the perfect time to eliminate the root cause."

Gray Snake is a very particular person.

If you say you want to kill the whole family, then kill the whole family, and you still understand the principle of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.

"Okay!"

A loser immediately stepped forward and took off Fat Hu's mask.

The next moment, this bitch was trembling all over and couldn't help but retreat.

——Scared!

Because what did he see?

A bloody face!

The skin was torn off and the facial bones were bruised... This was a complete disfigurement!

And the wounds that were still fresh silently revealed the truth.

It happened just now!

He destroyed it with his own hands!

What a terrible will!

Want to trace the origin?

Don’t even think about it!

"Ho... ho ho..."

Fat Tiger only had the strength to vent his anger, but people could hear the ridicule in it.

"Clang!"

The mask fell off, and the bad guy's hands trembled, and he couldn't hold it anymore.

He seemed to see an evil spirit - for a wicked person like him.
To be continued...