() Chu Lang looked at the figure of the man intently for a while. The snow was falling quite heavily, as if cotton candy were floating all over the sky, covering the sky and the earth. There was an icy coldness in the air. Chu Lang could not bear to
I couldn't help but tremble.
Since Qianya Peak Cold Pool, Chu Lang has lost his old cold resistance. If he didn't wear two thick cotton clothes at this moment, Chu Lang might freeze on the street.
The man was holding a long, moon-shaped sword with a unique shape and a wide back in his hand. It was all white. If he hadn't seen the gray cloth-wrapped handle in his hand, Chu Lang would not have seen the knife.
The blade of the knife merged with the fluttering cotton and snow in the sky, and the faint murderous aura exuded by the owner of the knife actually stirred the cotton and flying snow that fell on him aside. Such a scene attracted Chu Lang's attention.
There was such overwhelming hatred and murderous intent that Chu Lang, who was far behind him, felt a little bit of it, and couldn't help but resonate with his mood.
Chu Lang found that the figure of the swordsman was somewhat familiar, with his broad back, floating hair, and a sound of gray linen wrapped tightly around his body. One hand clenched his fist, and the other hand clenched the handle of the sword. The blade naturally hung down and pointed at Xue Bai.
of ground.
At first, Chu Lang mistook the sparse pedestrians wearing hats on both sides of the street for ordinary people in the world. Then when he closed his eyes and held his breath, he realized that the pace and rhythm of the seven or eight people walking on both sides were different from the long one in the center of the street.
The pedestrians with slightly broad backs and swords walked in sync.
Chu Lang frowned and hesitated for a while, whether he should follow or not to see what happened.
Judging from the direction that the swordsman was walking, it seemed to be the direction of the Qilin Alliance. Although Chu Lang had recovered his inner strength, he was only at the first level of Lingkong. He might have been discovered by the Qilin Alliance if he went there rashly.
Unable to help themselves.
Seeing that those people were about to disappear in the heavy snow that was flying in the sky, their figures becoming increasingly blurry, Chu Lang exhaled a breath of hot breath, coughed lightly, and followed them.
Chu Lang felt a little lucky and had enough energy to resist the slight chill on his body, and focused on the figures in front of him.
Peng!
Chu Lang was so frightened by the sudden loud noise in front that he stopped and sent out his thoughts to sense the front.
Seven or eight people on both sides of the street suddenly rose up. There were actually swords hidden under the thick wraps. At this moment, the people holding ice blades in their hands suddenly attacked and attacked the swordsman in the middle of the street.
The speed was very fast. Chu Lang felt that all of them should be at the Lingkong Realm. Some of them were still in the Xiantian Realm. People on both sides either jumped into the air or slid past like a dragon. Some of them just took big steps and waved meteors with long strides.
The knife slashed through.
In such a scene, Chu Lang was in the position of not knowing how to solve the problem. Chu Lang's face changed slightly, and he was secretly worried about the swordsman.
However, seeing opponents attacking from all directions, the swordsman was like a big burly cotton flower in the wind and snow, a big gray cotton flower, floating left and right, swaying left and right with the strength of the attacking sword.
, his movements were clumsy, like a drunken man carrying dozens of water bottles, but he happened to avoid several attacks.
Chu Lang's face opened slightly. This kind of movement was extremely skillful. Chu Lang couldn't help but compare the nine transformations of Feng Yu, but he couldn't tell which one was better.
The swordsman dodged the attacks of seven or eight people on both sides. He seemed to be a little moved. The sword in his hand suddenly rotated, deflecting the sword coming from the left to one side, and guiding the attack towards the following sword.
Dang Dang Dang!
The sound of the three weapons colliding could be heard clearly above the somewhat clean streets. Chu Lang chose a door plaque to hide from the wind and snow, and looked at it from afar with concentration on his face.
From the beginning to the end, the swordsman was at ease. The first two swords broke through the attacks of seven or eight people. The third sword was shot, and a scream was heard, breaking the deadlock.
The blade cut through the void, and the three blades cut through the flying snow in the sky, attacking the three people behind him. The man seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, grasping the position of his opponent with extreme precision.
Bang bang!
The two coir raincoat men both resisted the blow, but the other man's movement was a little slower, and a blood mark was cut on his body. The blood spattered on the snow-white ground, like a piece of cherry red sprinkled on the snow-white sheets, which was shocking.
It is eye-catching and even more breathtaking!
The swordsman seemed to be really angry. At this moment, the attack was continuous. The sword flashed, and there were screams. The arms of the two men were cut off at the same time. They were forced to retreat, and they faced more fierce attacks.
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The swordsman was besieged on all sides, but there was no sign of decline. Instead, he sometimes attacked in front and sometimes in the back, but his back was always turned to Chu Lang.
The two sides fought fiercely for a quarter of an hour. The streets were stained red with blood. There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Chu Lang wrinkled his nose and wondered to himself, who are these people and how could they appear in Yunzhou City.
While Chu Lang was confused, he suddenly saw a pair of men and horses galloping towards them from the direction of the Qilin Alliance. There were more than ten horses with a mighty momentum, while the swordsman and the remaining three or four others were still fighting in a stalemate. Four people were leaning on or wading on the ground.
He has completely lost his ability to fight.
Chu Lang couldn't see through the martial arts of this swordsman. He was already a strong man in the Xiantian realm. Otherwise, how could he not be at a disadvantage in a fierce battle between two Xiantian realm warriors and six Lingkong realm warriors?
Chu Lang secretly admired the swordsman's strength.
"Take this man down." The leader on the horse stopped the reins and pointed angrily at the swordsman in the field.
About ten people jumped down from the horses one after another, leaving only the leader sitting on the horse watching the battle.
The person who came turned out to be a blue-clothed disciple of the Qilin Alliance. He was a disciple of the Spiritual Sky Realm. His strength was greatly increased. After taking turns to attack and fight around, the swordsman's advantage was lost, and a crisis situation emerged. The swordsman's offensive had begun to be chaotic.
stand up.
Apparently more than a dozen people with spiritual realm cultivation joined forces to attack, and the power was still very powerful. The swordsmen fought and retreated, approaching Chu Lang's direction.
Fighting can easily drive some people further crazy and bloodthirsty, and the swordsman is one of these people. The swordsman's body is already scarred with fierce attacks.
The blood flowed along the hilt of the knife he held tightly and onto the broad body of the broadsword. The originally bright and snow-white broadsword was now like a magic sword that was crazily bloodthirsty, sucking in the fresh and warm blood of its owner.
The back of the sword gave off a faint red light on the snow, and the swordsman suddenly roared to the sky, his voice rising with excitement.
Chu Lang was stunned, how could this voice seem familiar? Chu Lang was lucky enough to focus his eyes to carefully examine the swordsman.
The swordsman roared angrily, and suddenly he clenched the back of the sword with both hands, spinning on the spot. The energy surrounding him spun around, creating a hurricane vortex. The flying snow was shattered into nothingness by the energy, and the originally red blade exploded.
A blazing light emitted.
drink!
The swordsman roared and swung his sword in the direction of the dozen or so Qilin Alliance.
boom!
The street ground was split into a huge chasm by the huge sword force, and the five or six Qilin Alliance disciples under the sword light were blasted ten feet away and fell to the ground twitching wildly. Several slightly injured disciples were holding their bodies.
Screaming in pain.
The moment the swordsman turned around, Chu Lang saw his facial features clearly and shouted: "Chen Lin."
It turned out that this swordsman turned out to be Chen Lin, an outer disciple of the Tianming Sword Sect who had been missing for a long time. He was also the person Chu Lang had been looking for. Chu Lang had never thought that this swordsman was Chen Lin. If not for the familiar roar just now,
Then he paid attention to his appearance. Chu Lang really couldn't tell that the slovenly swordsman with a sluggish appearance and a generous figure was Chen Lin, who had been looking for him for a long time.
After Chen Lin made a shocking strike, his momentum was obviously much weaker. The man who was still on the horse roared angrily, and a bunch of horses and horses leaped into the air and rushed towards Chen Lin.
Chen Lin's momentum was much weaker, but he still waved the knife in his hand firmly and faced him forward, without even listening to Chu Lang's exclamation behind him.
boom!
The men and horses stopped in their tracks, while Chen Lin below was forced back ten steps by the strong backlash, and poof!
Chen Lin spit out a mouthful of blood and slowly stood up with his knife on the ground.
Chu Lang could see clearly that it was Chen Lin Wuji, but something seemed wrong with this guy. At this moment, his eyes were reddish, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were full of murderous intent and he was looking at the person on the horse on the street.
The man was using a black iron chain weapon. The black iron chain was used as a weapon, and the accompanying exercises were generally high-grade black iron martial arts. It not only multiplied its own power, but also increased the agility and sharpness of the black iron chain several times.
Even if they are both in the Xiantian realm, using yellow-level martial arts and Xuan-level martial arts, the power is completely different, let alone the same level.
There are not many masters who use black iron chains as weapons in the world, but there is one in the Qilin Alliance. He is Tong Baal, who is also a deacon in white with Jueqing. He is the only remote person who has traveled thousands of miles from Western Xinjiang to Eastern Xinjiang.
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During these times, the Qilin Alliance was faced with challenges and even provocations one after another. Tong Baal, the deacon in white, was already getting even more angry. This guy actually came to provoke many times, killing or injuring many disciples of the Qilin Alliance. Today,
Just to take his head.
Tong Baer is already at the fifth level of Xiantian realm, which is slightly inferior to the seventh level of Xiantian realm, but at least he is firmly seated in the second place among the younger generation disciples of the Qilin Alliance.
Seeing that one blow did not kill this guy, Tong Baer's face became even more gloomy. The black iron chain in his hand shook violently, like a spiritual snake opening its mouth and swallowing Chen Lin fiercely.
ah!
Chen Lin's appearance became even more terrifying, his eyes became red, he clenched his fists and stretched them out suddenly. The gray linen clothes on his body were shattered with a hissing sound, revealing a pair of strong muscles that shocked Chu Lang.
His arms are as thick as his waist, and the veins on the uneven muscles of his arms are clearly visible.
As Chen Lin roared into the sky, his black hair suddenly flew away. Chen Lin's right hand clenched his fist and punched forward, hitting the attacking black iron chain snake in the middle.
boom!
A burst of energy stirred up, blowing Chu Lang's clothes and making a squeaking sound. Chu Lang's face felt a cold sting. This energy was beyond Chu Lang's ability to bear.
Chu Lang was horrified and hurriedly retreated a few feet away. His mind was in a shocking battle. What happened to Chen Lin during this period? How did he become so powerful that he could challenge the warriors of the innate realm? Just now, he was beaten by two of the same innate realm.
The warrior fought against a dozen or so Spiritual Space Realm warriors without falling behind.
Chu Lang was already shocked and looked blankly at Chen Lin and Tong Baal who were fighting fiercely in the sky above the street.