The financial building has completely collapsed, Nangong Yiren is barefoot, standing beside the ruins, the smoke and dust have not yet dispersed, looking up at the sky, and seeing the two streamers rushing in the sky.

couldn't help but look anxious, he knew that the black streamer was Qin Feng.

And Qin Feng at this moment looks very wrong!

It's just three or four breaths of work, and the black fire streamer is transcendence, appearing before the white streamer.

Two streamers stopped.

Looking at Qin Feng not far away, Lian Shuang was silent.

He knew that he couldn't be the opponent of the person in front of him!

Cheng Ping's knot pill peak died in the hands of the person in front of him, and his cultivation of knotted pill has absolutely no possibility of survival.

Qin Feng's body was black and furious, and there was only ruthless killing in his black and red pupils!

Nine blue streamers rose from all around, one point and eight, and the Canglan Sword turned into seventy-two handles!

Seventy-two blue swords, with the sound of sword roars, the tips of the swords pointed straight at Lian Shuang.

"Ugh..."

Lian Shuang, there is no fear of death in his eyes at this moment, some are just sighing, worried, worried that this Kyushu people will fall into trouble.

The peak of the Jiedan can be killed, and he can't imagine that apart from the one in Kunlun Mountain, there is anyone else in the Yunshui Realm who can subdue the person in front of him.

And the one who... He also believes that heaven and earth can be autonomous, and feels that everything has its own cause and decisiveness, and no matter how ups and downs, everything will eventually return to peace.

It has been a hundred years since the mountain has not been out of the mountain, and it is estimated that even if the outside world is turned upside down, even if Kyushu is destroyed, as long as it does not hit Kunlun Mountain, this sword saint, known as the first cultivator of Yunshui, may be able to sit in Kunlun Mountain to death.

The sound of the sword roared resounding for half a day! Seventy-two Canglan swords turned into seventy-two blue streamers, heading straight for Lianshuang!

"Kyushu... Mess!"

Lian Shuang looked up at this day, for the seventy-two Canglan Swords that were coming, he had completely given up resistance, resistance... Does it work?!

Rather than stubbornly resisting, it is better to die safely!

"That's..."

However, just when Lian Shuang was about to die, thinking that he was going to return to Jiuquan, from above the sky, there was a brilliant sword light, with an extremely sharp momentum!

The sword light was full of a hundred feet, and it slashed down, and the seventy-two Canglan swords, under this sword light, were all blocked!

They all let out a scream, and turned into nine handles again, surrounding Qin Feng's body.

And Qin Feng's black-red pupils were surging with even stronger killing intent!

In front of Lian Shuang, the sword light that fell at this moment condensed into one person.

Standing in the wind, his clothes were ragged, he carried a long sword, his hair was disheveled, and he was full of the smell of wine.

Lu Changyi! Sword is not drunk! Drunken maniac!

"Brother Lu!"

As soon as he saw the drunken maniac, Lian Shuang suddenly showed joy.

In the Yunshui Realm, if you say that the strongest sword cultivator, without exception, will say the same name, Han Xiu.

But if it is said that the person with the deepest attainment in the sword, without exception, will say the three words "sword is not drunk"!

Jian Wudrunk, there is another number, few people dare to call him that.

Sword Idiot!

In the eyes of the cultivators of Yunshui, Lu Changyi, the junior brother of the Lord of Kunlun, has only two things in his life, one is wine, and the other is a sword.

Although it is not the strongest, it is because the cultivation realm is not as good as Han Xiu!

But in the realm of the pinnacle of the Jiedan, under the Yuan Infant, so far, the sword has no drunken name, and in the Yunshui realm, there has never been a defeat!

"Brother Lu, your master has to call the old man Brother Lu when he sees him, and you actually call the old man brother?"

In this case, the drunkard still has the heart to joke.

As soon as he heard this, Lian Shuang was stunned, laughed dumbly, and bowed his hand in a loud voice: "Lian Shuang has seen Senior Lu." ”

"Stay away. ”

The drunken maniac also frowned, spoke in a low voice, nodded his head in a row, and then galloped back.

The eyes of the drunken maniac looked at Qin Feng in the distance at this moment.

"This kid... How can you fall into the devil in a good way!"

muttering to himself, he could see that the drunken maniac was very surprised, and at the same time very anxious, he was thinking about how to make Qin Feng sober.

"Ho. ”

Qin Feng bared his teeth, turned his neck, clicked, and raised his hand, and in his hand, the golden hoop rod appeared with black fire.

"The ghost fire of the Onihata Gate... Where did this kid get such a big hatred, and he could be led to this point by this fire. ”

The drunken maniac's eyebrows furrowed, he could see the cause of Qin Feng's demonization, but he was still very puzzled in his heart, he had already found out the eight generations of Qin Feng's ancestors from He Hua before.

I also know about Qin Feng's father, but the revenge for killing my father is almost avenged, how can there be such a big hatred?!

Of course he didn't know!

The source of this hatred is not Qin Feng himself, but from the Great Sage Inheritance in Qin Feng's Sea of Knowledge!

From, Monkey King!

That hatred is hatred of immortals, that anger, anger against Buddha!

"Where did this kid get the stick..."

The drunken maniac looked at the iron rod in Qin Feng's hand, and always felt that this thing was very similar to the legendary Dinghai Divine Needle, but this idea was instantly denied by him.

The reason is simple, it can't be.

And at this time, Qin Feng came with the intent of war and killing!

As soon as the whole person stepped into the void, the black fire burst under his feet, and his body went straight to the drunken maniac!

The golden hoop stick in his hand slammed down!

"Boy, it's the old man, you wake me up!"

The drunken maniac's body retreated wildly, and at the same time, he used his cultivation to transmit the sound into Qin Feng's ears, wanting to wake him up, but where was it so easy.

When Qin Feng saw that a stick had missed, a look of anger suddenly appeared on his face!

"Ahhh

From his body, a surging ghost fire gushed out, and his body turned into a ghost fire again, rushing towards the drunken maniac.

"This kid!

The drunken maniac frowned, muttered to himself, turned his hand into a sword finger, and the sword on his back roared, soaring into the sky!

The sword instantly conjured up ten thousand sword shadows in the sky, and fell towards Qin Feng fiercely, but these sword shadows hit Qin Feng, but they were useless to Qin Feng.

The drunken maniac's face really changed, he didn't expect that after Qin Feng went crazy, he would be so powerful!

Although he deliberately kept his hand in this move, it was so easy to take it, and it really exceeded his estimate.

"There's no way, boy, don't blame the old man, when you wake up, the old man will compensate you again. ”

The drunken maniac at this moment, without the slightest joke, has a rare solemnity in his eyes.

He decided to beat Qin Feng and directly beat the ghost fire in Qin Feng's body!

A pat of the wine gourd on his waist, from this wine gourd, there was a crystal wine wafting out.

"The sword is the intention, and the wine is condensed into a blade!"

With a low drink, this wisp of wine, in front of the drunken maniac, instantly turned into a three-foot long sword, the body of which was glowing with silver and white, as light as fine wine.

Jian Wudrunk's comprehension and attainment of the sword have long surpassed the sword itself, but turned wine into a sword!

Hand, holding the hilt of the sword fiercely, looking at Qin Feng, who was rushing madly, sword qi flashed in his eyes.