"Dragon Fault Sword?"

Wang Cheng exclaimed, his expression tense for a moment, and his old eyes kept looking around the night sky.

Chaos also frowned. He felt a strong god-level aura on this giant sword.

All the smoke and dust dissipated with just one breath, and an unusually strong man appeared in everyone's eyes. He was more than eight feet tall. He lifted the Dragon Fault sword with a powerful momentum. The most eye-catching thing was that all the worries on his head were gone.

It looks bright in the night.

"Lin Tiannan?"

Wang Cheng narrowed his eyes, obviously recognizing the visitor, and his old and nervous face relaxed.

"I am Lin Bei!"

The bald man snorted angrily. He lifted the giant sword and pointed it at Wang Cheng and the other three:

"Which one will die first?"

The yin and yang colors in Zhao Wujiang's eyes were reversed. In his perception, this man, who was not known to be named Lin Bei or Lin Tiannan, was definitely much stronger than the Qin Zheng he met in the Wang clan land.

Reaching the fourth level? The fifth level? His mind was racing. As early as when he first woke up, he saw this person coming through the system's skills.

Coming together were a few familiar scents from the direction of Chang'an.

Chaos looked solemnly, looking at the bald man, and more at the giant sword Longque he was holding, and asked Wang Cheng:

"Do you know this person?"

Wang Cheng nodded:

"The Jianghu Alliance is spread throughout the Ten Dao of the Tang Dynasty, but there are only two alliance leaders. The person in front of you is one of them, the deputy alliance leader Lin Tiannan, who has lived in Lingnan Road for a long time.

His cultivation level is similar to mine, but the Dragon Fault Sword in his hand belongs to Li Chunjun, leader of the Jianghu Alliance!

Li Chunjun was already a land immortal who reached the eighth level ten years ago."

Wang Cheng did not hide his voice, and Zhao Wujiang also listened.

Doubts arose in his mind. If Lin Tiannan was the deputy leader of the Jianghu Alliance, and there was also the more tyrannical leader Li Chunjun, then why didn't they take action when Yuan Tiangang was wreaking havoc on Lingnan Road?

"Don't mention this old guy Li Chunjun in front of me, Lin Bei."

Lin Tiannan held the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed at Wang Cheng with the Dragon Palace sword, the blade of the sword whistling like the wind.

"He is only one, two, three, four, five taller than me, Lin Bei, not even fifth level."

Wang Cheng dodges:

"Lin Tiannan, this is a matter between Wang and Zhao Wujiang. You, a member of the Jianghu Alliance, really want to interfere in this matter?"

Lin Tiannan gasped, flipped the Dragon Fault Sword backhand, and threw it at Zhao Wujiang's feet, his face full of anger:

"Do you think this old guy Li Chunjun is playing tricks on me? Ah? Why is this Dragon Fault Sword so heavy?"

Then he looked at Wang Cheng: "Ah? What did you just say? Lin Bei, I didn't hear clearly."

The Dragon Fault giant sword was lying at Zhao Wujiang's feet, with its sharp edges scattered in all directions. He found that the giant sword was not completely stained with soil, but was floating half an inch off the ground, making a faint buzzing sound.

"You want to get involved in this matter?" Wang Cheng took a deep breath and shouted angrily.

"Are you sick?" Lin Tiannan touched his shiny bald head and squinted:

"I won't interfere. Why did I come all the way here? To play?

Zhao Wujiang was kind to Lingnan, and I always know how to repay the kindness to Linbei, love my elders, love my hometown, and love the green flowers."

"I heard before that you, Lin Tiannan, are a crazy monk, but now it seems that this is not a rumor!" Wang Cheng looked ugly, and countless white pottery fragments were gathering in his hands.

"I am not a monk, I am Lin Bei!"

Lin Tiannan stepped heavily on the ground: "Eight Heavenly Dragons!"

Yellow sand and sawdust were flying in the forest, and in half a breath, eight small earth-yellow dragons gathered around Lin Tiannan, constantly swimming around him, like living creatures.

He stepped heavily again, took one step, and disappeared from the spot.

Seeing this, Wang Cheng and the other three stepped lightly and spread out.

"Zhao Wujiang, do it!" came Lin Tiannan's roar.

Zhao Wujiang protected Wang Xi behind him. Even when Lin Tiannan threw the Dragon Palace sword to his feet, he was already condensing the laws of heaven and earth.

Above Mou Mountain, under the night, a Dharma form over a thousand feet high condensed out. The Dharma form was golden, and its face was neither illusory nor Xuanwu, but the appearance of Zhao Wujiang himself.

The Dharma Minister looked down at the imminent battle in Moushan, with a look of indifference that despised all living beings. He took a photo with his hand, and the whole Moushan trembled at this moment.

Wang Cheng pointed to the open space three feet in front of him, and pointed at the eight heavenly dragons surrounding Lin Tiannan who suddenly appeared, stopping his attack.

"Without the Dragon Fault Sword, you are nothing more than a fourth-level Lu Shen whose cultivation level is similar to mine."

"Monkey takes out the heart!" Lin Tiannan laughed loudly and struck Wang Cheng directly in the face with a powerful palm force. He stepped forward with his left foot and kicked Wang Cheng's body with his right leg:

"The black tiger steals the peach!"

Chaos' silver hair became more and more shiny under the silver light of the moon. His boyish face looked up at the moon, and then he laughed out loud: "It's a bit interesting."

The giant hand of the Dharma looked like holding up the sky. Under the cover of the mountain, there was a roar, and circles of ripple-like earth-colored rings spread out around Moushan under the night sky.

The next moment, a chaotic figure rushed out of the giant Dharma's hands, and he laughed loudly under the moonlight:

"It turns out that Fuxi's power lies with you!

Zhao Wujiang, Zhao Wujiang, you really surprise me!"

Qin Wei's expression suddenly changed, and then he recovered without leaving a trace. He swung the hem of his robe, sat down on the ground, and stretched his fingers into claws on his chest. Eight crystal clear fluorescent threads appeared side by side, spaced apart.

It's only one finger wide, like a green string.

Then, he gently plucked the strings with his right hand, and the sound of the piano sounded in the mountains and forests, and a green light shot towards Lin Tiannan.

Lin Tiannan was fighting fiercely with Wang Cheng. He opened and closed with great force, and his fists and kicks were like wind and thunder, so fierce that Wang Cheng could only parry and was unable to fight back.

The Dragon Fault giant sword was half an inch off the ground and kept humming. The dust around the sword was rolled up. The next moment, it turned into a whistling sword light in the night and disappeared from the spot.

"Ding!"

The sound of piano music colliding with gold and iron resounded through the night sky, green light hit the sword light, copper, yellow and piano green colors exploded next to Lin Tiannan, the energy was majestic.

Lin Tiannan turned his right wrist, and the Dragon Fault Sword rotated and was held by him with one hand. He looked at Wang Cheng, who was about three feet away with a solemn expression, and Qin Wei, who was sitting on the ground not far away and was not serious, and roared:

"Li Xuanji, didn't you see that I beat two of you one by one? What are you hiding? You deserve to have no wife to love you for the rest of your life. You deserve to be the one who hasn't reached the divine level yet."

The shadow under him shook and made a sound:

"Bald Lin, if you can, curse again!"

The shadow twisted and condensed into an old figure beside Lin Tiannan. It was Li Xuanji, the peak grand master of Huguofang.

In Li Xuanji's cloudy eyes, there was a faint light of world-destroying fire. He flicked his sleeves and threw out a piece of wood the size of a palm from his sleeves.

The wood fell to the loess with a clatter, and then spread out in all directions. After taking a breath, a humanoid Hundred Refining Divine Machine appeared in their eyes.

"A puppet on the second level? How is that possible?"

Wang Cheng cried out in horror, and even Qin Wei's eyes widened.

"Let me go, you actually have such a treasure?" Lin Tiannan looked at Li Xuanji with burning eyes, no longer angry as before.

Li Xuanji had a stooped figure, his hands behind his back, and said with a smile:

"Don't look at me. It's Zhao Wujiang's Hundred Refining Magic Machine. If you have the ability, take it back."

Lin Tiannan glanced at the silver-haired boy and the elegant young man in the air in the distance. His big hand holding the Longque Sword suddenly tightened, and he glanced at Qin Wei who was sitting on the ground, laughing and saying:

"I can't beat Li Chunjun, how can I still beat Zhao Wujiang?

After I clean up this feminine thing that shoots cold arrows, I will go to Zhao Wujiang and ask for it!"
Chapter completed!