"Just this!"

When Tan Weiran sounded above his head, Yan Duwu turned around and tried so hard that she almost twisted her neck, her eyes full of fear and confusion: "Impossible!"

Tan Weiran, who was supposed to be on the ground below, was flying in the dust, and was above her head at this moment.

Tan Weiran was condescending, and his momentum seemed to curb Yan Duwu's throat and even breathing: "If I don't fight back, will you have the illusion that you can beat me? This time, let you understand that you will never be my opponent in your life!"

"Du Xing Dragon Claw Hand!"

The most solid claw falls down, like a mountain, a mountain concentrated in the palm of your palm. Its power is almost crushing the air, exerting the thickness of the earth.

The most powerful and heaviest land journey!

Yan Duwu couldn't block the momentum of Mount Tai, and his body trembled suddenly, and he felt that his internal organs were hit in an instant, and they trembled. He just hummed and let out a breath, just like a meteorite falling to the ground.

Tan Weiran fell downwards, and the voices were condensed: "You must find it strange, why don't I use the boxing spirit and sword spirit? Let me tell you why, I'm afraid that if I miss it, I will kill you. Yan Duwu, do you understand? To deal with you, the intention of using the boxing is enough!"

It can be said that the sounds pierced Yan Duwu's inner world, whipping her dignity like a whip.

If she said this, she was pricked by her dignity. Then, when she only heard Tan Weiran’s next two sentences, her eyes suddenly turned bloody, like a cat with a hairy hair, more like a slap pot on the verge of explosion.

Tan Weiran fell to the ground and stared at her: "Why are you comparing with me? Do you think of it like you often think that the ancestor Su Yi is not dead!"

"If that's the case, why bother to say that you can beat me? You can say that you are invincible in the world and unparalleled in the world! Anyway, that's your mind, and you can think whatever you want."

After another sound, Tang Xinyun and others heard it, and they felt their hearts mentioning their throats: "The youngest is simply challenging Yan Duwu's limit of endurance. Is this appropriate to say this?"

Is this appropriate? Lin Ziyu doesn't know, but she will be a living horse.

At least, in the past two years, Yan Duwu's eyes have been numb, with almost no emotional fluctuations, no communication, and self-closure. However, in the face of Tan Weiran's repeated stimulation, she showed emotions and vitality.

Even anger is better than nothing!

If these words tore open the scar that was almost healed in Yan Duwu's heart, her pupils suddenly turned red: "I'll fight you!"

Anger hit her heart, and she was rushing to her blood. She forgot her strengths and weaknesses and rushed directly to Tan Weiran. As a result, she was beaten like a rolling gourd by Tan Weiran's seemingly casual move of the earth-moving dragon claw hand.

This claw slightly woke Yan Duwu up, and when he realized that he could not face Tan Weiran head-on. In an instant, he left a shadow like a hummingbird that reached its peak and disappeared.

It is impossible not to say that her speed is at its peak. She changed direction several times in just a blink of an eye. After attacking, she just entered less than five feet behind Tan Weiran, the volcanic magma in her heart was surging and boiling, ready to erupt, and a flash passed through the retina.

In an instant, I felt like I was slashed away by a sharp and boundless force.

"Yan Duwu!" Tan Weiran shouted wildly, trembling in her ears: "You think you can beat me? Do you think you are really my opponent? Look at your current appearance and situation. If I hadn't given up on you, I would have the Bashi Sword as fast as lightning and slashed everything, why would you be able to get close to me!"

"No! No! No..." Yan Duwu murmured frantically. She felt her temples beating again, screaming in pain, and fully exerting her body movements again.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Tan Weiran had a whole circle a hundred feet away, and one or two afterimages appeared. Immediately, there were ten, dozens, or even one hundred, and countless afterimages surrounded him in less than a few dozen breaths.

The afterimage flashed, and Yan Duwu appeared above Tan Weiran's head. She was forced to retreat by the Bashijian if she failed to approach five feet.

At this time, in order to stir up Yan Duwu's emotions and to stimulate her to the extreme, Tan Weiran simply closed his eyes slowly. This action was like a positive humiliation for Yan Duwu, completely angering her.

For the emotional Yan Duwu, even though this is extremely effective, even her body movements are almost at a loss, and she has a vague breakthrough.

Even so, she was attacking repeatedly, but was still forced away by the Bashi sword intent that was almost over lightning, and she could not get close to her at all.

In fact, the gap between Yan Duwu and Tan Weiran's strength is not that big, but she didn't realize that she not only used her own weakness to attack others' strength, but also completely attacked by Tan Weiran with this fatal weakness of not having defensive power (her inner armor is destroyed, and her golden body is not strong enough).

The closer you can't get, the more impatient you become. In addition, Tan Weiran's mouth keeps flowing, one sentence after another is exciting: "I only use sword intent, and you are not my opponent, why do you compare with me!"

"If it weren't for the ancestor Su Yi, if you were not a fellow disciple, I would have killed you with one sword."

"Just with your power, why do you avenge your ancestor Su? If you can't avenge your revenge, what qualifications do you have to be a disciple of Zu Su and what qualifications do you have to survive in the world!"

One after another, he made Yan Duwu's heart bleeding, as if Tan Weiran pressed hard on the unhealed scar in his heart with his fingers, and poked hard, causing the pain to spread clearly throughout his body again.

It seemed as if at this moment, Tan Weiran forced her to take out the grief of two years ago in her heart and exhibited it in full view, and even experienced it.

Yan Duwu's eyes were red, but Tan Weiran hit the heart with one sentence.

That’s right, even Tan Weiran’s sword intent cannot resist, and even close to him, how can he take revenge and how can he be qualified to be a disciple of his master!

The wall built in my heart finally loosened.

She was forced back by a sword again, but did not rush up again, but let the afterimages disappear. She was drained and collapsed on the ground, making hysterical screams, and punched the ground with all her strength: "You are talking nonsense! I can definitely avenge my master!"

I am not afraid of you being angry, I am not afraid of you being hostile to me, I am not afraid of you being self-enclosed and treating yourself as a walking corpse, and not even saying anything.

As long as there is communication, you are not afraid that you will not be able to get out! Tan Weiran looked at her coldly: "Who can you beat me, what will you take for revenge? Oh, I forgot, as long as you know how to think about it, practice, and live a life. Anyway, you can 'take revenge' by thinking about it in your mind!"

He hit Yan Duwu with a sarcastic and harsh words, and Tan Weiran raised his hand slightly: "I have the world's sword and the sword spirit!"

The Bashi Sword Soul flashed, and when the sky looked down, a light instantly spread for more than ten miles, and all the flowers, plants, trees, stones, and even mountains on the horizontal plane were cut off.

"There are wasted hands!"

When Tan Weiran punched a hill, the birds in the air shattered into blood foam, and the hill was razed to the ground.

"There are nine tribulations of thunder sounds!"

Tan Weiran stared at Yan Duwu in a flash, and with a casual wave, thunder and lightning caused a sensation in the world, breaking a lonely mountain more than ten miles away.

When the mountain fell down vigorously, he walked to the sad Yan Duwu: "I have the Qinglian Breathing Technique!"

With a slight opening, a blue light shot away, instantly strangling and shattering the collapsed peaks.

"There is still a thousand miles of ice!"

With a wave of his sleeves, white mist swept across the air instantly, freezing the flowers, plants and trees within twenty feet of the fan. A breeze blew, and the frozen soil broke into powder, like a layer of silver-shining powder was laid on the ground.

"There are even more magical skills!"

This sentence sounded behind Yan Duwu. Even though there were many people looking at this place in the distance, no one could see clearly. How Tan Weiran disappeared and how it appeared.

"Even so, I still can't avenge the great revenge of the ancestor Su Yi. Do you know why!" Tan Weiran was very close to Yan Duwu, and as soon as he lowered his head, he saw her: "Because, I am not the opponent of the murderer."

"You are not as good as me, how can you fight the murderer!"

"At that time, I Xingtian Sect was destroyed by the Light Dao. The Three Life Dao ambushed halfway and killed countless fellow disciples. Zou Ye and the enemy were burned with jade. I can't avenge such a bloody sea of ​​grudges, and I can't avenge, and your master..." Tan Weiran said in a sequel: "Ancestor Su Yi can't avenge this! Could it be that we all will not survive? No, we all know that if we want to avenge, we must become stronger and we cannot give up!"

"It doesn't matter if you don't today. We still have tomorrow, but tomorrow doesn't work, it doesn't matter. At least we know what to do. We won't give up on ourselves and do nothing, and we can't do anything. As for you, ask yourself, do you know again?"

Yan Duwu sat on the ground and looked at him. Listening to his words, she felt like her psychological defense was collapsed, and she shook her head desperately with tears in her eyes.

Tan Weiran's eyes were full of disdain, and he pointed his hand at the mountain gate: "Each of us lives more freely than you and more enjoyable than you. Even when your master was here, he lived like a person! Look at you, what's the point, you're giving up on yourself, are you worthy of the favor of Su Yi's ancestor. You are just caring for and growing up carefully, without going through the wind and rain, and you can't resist the delicate flowers that are so cold that they are so beautiful that they are born, they will be weak and will be destroyed."

"You only have a glass heart, you can't bear any pressure or blow, and you can't withstand anything."

"Do you think you are worthy of the ancestor Su Yi if you shut yourself up and live like a walking corpse, and torture yourself desperately? Or do you feel comfortable in this way!"

Yan Duwu gritted her teeth, tears spinning wildly in her eyes, and she fell down every time she could. She stared at Tan Weiran: "Tan Weiran, I hate you!" She didn't notice that her mouth was bitten, and blood was flowing all over her mouth, and even blood was spraying when she said this.

She hated the talk!

Tan Weiran pressed step by step and was aggressive: "Because, you think you killed Zu Su!"

This is like using a sharp blade to penetrate the weakest and most fearful place in his heart. Yan Duwu began to sob and scream: "You are talking nonsense!" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!