Even if we win, it will most likely be a miserable victory, which is of little significance.
Zhao Quan sneered and said: "Weak people should understand their status. In many things, you can't stand out just because you want to."
The people of Jianzong were very angry, even Gongsun Yan was angry.
They have deep feelings for Lin Yun, but now that someone is saying bad things about Lin Yun, they can only choose to endure it, and their faces are extremely uncomfortable.
"These bastards, if Brother Yun is still here, how can they be as arrogant as they are." Gongsun Yan was furious.
Lin Yun glanced at Zhao Quan and Bai Lang, and moved his fingers slightly, intent on teaching each other a lesson.
"There's no one left in the East Wasteland? How long has it been, and you're still trying to rip off the skin of the buried beauty? Is the buried beauty your father?"
Zhao Quan ignored this and continued to humiliate everyone.
These words were extremely hurtful and insulting, and everyone in Donghuang became furious. Several people wanted to rush out to fight, but they were all stopped by the people around them.
"A wild dog dares to be so arrogant. Do you really think there is no one in the Eastern Wasteland?"
At this moment, a domineering voice resounded in the dojo.
The sound is not loud, but it is full of power, like the sound of thunder constantly exploding in people's ears.
Zhong Yi stood up, his body as tall as a sword, handsome and handsome, and he walked out of the crowd with a hint of coldness and arrogance.
He is one of the three great sword masters in the Eastern Wasteland and a direct disciple of Sword Master Fuyou. His cultivation has already reached the peak of Nine Yuan Nirvana.
Standing with hands behind his back, he has the temperament of dominating the world and is tall and tall.
Seeing Zhong Yi standing up, everyone in Donghuang suddenly beamed with joy and excitement.
With Zhong Yi here, these people will definitely not be able to act arrogantly.
He is the direct disciple of Fuyou Sword Master, the face of their group, and the banner figure of the younger generation of Donghuang Swordsmanship.
"As expected of a direct descendant of the Sword Master, Zhong Yi is really charming."
"Zhong Yi just keeps a low profile. He has an innate holy body, and his bones are stronger than that of the buried playboy. The strength of the two should have been different for a long time."
"Zhong Yi can definitely represent Donghuang!"
…
Zhao Quan glanced at it and said with a smile: "Finally, a figure has appeared. The Fuyou Sword Master is very famous. His direct disciples all have two brushes."
In fact, the reason why they came today was because of Zhong Yi, and for the sake of Sword Master Fuyou's sake, they wanted to find out for their own master the truth about this person.
"I'll do it."
Bai Lang took a step forward and said to Zhao Quan.
When Zhao Quan saw Bai Lang, his face remained calm, but he was quietly relieved in his heart.
In fact, he is still very afraid of Zhong Yi. This person is more than one level better than An Ziyun, and his attributes may not be able to restrain him.
"Brother Dog, please take a rest. I can deal with this kind of thing, Fourth Brother." Bai Lang said with a smile.
"Hahaha, okay, then I'll leave it to you, fourth brother!" Zhao Quan laughed and retreated.
When everyone in the Eastern Wasteland saw this, they all showed dissatisfaction.
Zhong Yi's opponent should be Zhao Wuji, and again the boss Zhao Hu. The fourth among the sword servants actually appears on the stage.
What the hell is this guy doing?
Zhong Yi frowned slightly and snorted coldly: "Zhao Wuji, aren't you afraid that I will strike too hard and kill your servant with one sword?"
Zhao Wuji drank the wine with a smile and still ignored it.
Bai Lang laughed and said: "If you really have this ability, you can kill me with one sword, and I will naturally be convinced. I am afraid that you are also a person with a false reputation. Are you a disciple of the Sword Master? Yao Guang and Fu You are nothing special!"
"Dare you insult my master?" Zhong Yi's eyes immediately turned cold.
"Hahaha, so what if I'm humiliated! The one I'm beating today is the disciple of the Sword Master. You have to kneel down just like you do when you bury flowers!"
The white wolf laughed loudly, raised his hand and killed him.
Bang!
He directly pressed down with a palm from the air, and a huge palm immediately appeared above Zhong Yi's head, with a sacred pattern lingering in the center of the palm.
Shining with light comparable to the sun, it is sacred and majestic, and contains the aura of destroying all things.
Bang bang bang!
Before the palm fell, the void exploded one after another, as if the palm really held a sun.
"The doggy sun hands!"
"Is that the Sun Sacred Pattern? Is this guy really just a sword servant?"
As soon as he took action, the expressions of everyone in Donghuang changed.
The hand of the Great Sun Futian is a very terrifying ghost level, and the holy pattern on the palm has obviously been cultivated to an extremely terrifying state. The holy pattern is lingering, and the light is so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.
At this moment, the confidence that everyone in Donghuang had just lost was immediately reduced.
"Zhong Yi, kneel down and beg for mercy!"
Bai Lang suddenly burst into drink, and the sun pattern bloomed again in his palm, as if the sun was really born.
Under the giant palm, the sun is setting in the sky.
So strong!
Zhong Yi's expression changed slightly. He felt a lot of pressure due to his cultivation, and he couldn't see the details of the other party.
His face became completely serious, knowing that he should not underestimate this person.
"Tianyou Holy Light!"
Zhong Yi shouted angrily, activated his innate holy body, and at the same time released half a step of Galaxy Sword Intent.
The power of the innate holy body suddenly erupted from his body, releasing a brilliant light that prevented the giant hand above his head from falling.
boom!
At the same time, his right hand was on the hilt of the sword, and he pulled out the sword bit by bit.
Let his half-step Galaxy Sword Intention continue to bloom, and the slightest cracks immediately appeared in the giant hand holding the sky.
"The innate holy body."
Seeing that the hand was about to be broken in the hot sun, the white wolf did not panic at all and took his time.
Wow!
Just when Zhong Yi's sword power was about to reach its limit, his heart was beating wildly and his blood was boiling, like a giant furnace reverberating in the dojo.
"Innate Sword Heart!"
Everyone was shocked and looked at the white wolf, feeling extremely frightened.
"Kneel down for me!"
The white wolf monster laughed, and the power of the giant sky-holding hand that was about to split exploded again.
thump!
Zhong Yi, who had pulled out his sword by half an inch, groaned and knelt on one knee, with a look of extreme exertion on his face.
Boom!
The giant hands holding up the sky finally all fell down, and a powerful aftermath swept out, echoing in every corner of the dojo.
Everyone took action, either pulling out the holy sword or using martial arts to resist the aftermath.
Even so, many people were hit so hard that they vomited blood and flew away, and passed out on the spot.
Phew!
Zhong Yi stood up in the light of the fire. He spat out blood and looked at Bai Lang in surprise, saying: "Who are you? You are so talented, there is no way you are unknown!"
Bai Lang said calmly: "Maybe I once had some reputation, but now... I am just a sword servant under the young master, Bai Lang!"
He strode forward, drew his sword out of its sheath, and struck towards Zhong Yi.
Clang Clang Clang!
After ten moves, the powerful sword force erupted from Bai Lang's body, knocking Zhong Yi away.
He hit the stone pillar, his eyes full of unwillingness.
"Damn..."
Zhong Yi felt extremely aggrieved. He was the master of swordsmanship, but he couldn't even beat the opponent's slave.
I don't believe it!
He worked hard to cheer up, regain control of the Tianyou Holy Body, and gradually recover from his injuries.
He wants to regroup and use the power of the Holy Body to suppress the opponent.
"Well done!"
The white wolf showed no fear and laughed loudly.
I saw a sword chant suddenly coming out of my body, and a beautiful jade light bloomed from my body. The light was like a sword, and the person who was stabbed could not open his eyes.
Waves of sword power surged out. Not only did Zhong Yi fail to suppress his opponent, he was suppressed by White Wolf's holy body.
The white wolf is in the jade light, his body is like a peerless sword, arrogant and violent.
Buzz!
The sound of the sword in his body became louder and louder, and the sword light on his body continued to rage, and finally condensed into a beam of light and shot into the sky.
call!
The light of Zhong Yi's holy body was extinguished like a candle.
"How is this possible?"
Everyone was shocked and could no longer sit still. They all stood up in horror.
Bai Lang couldn't stop laughing. He formed seals with his hands in the light, and the black strips of cloth hanging behind his back spread out like wings.
Wow!
The black wings, reflecting the jade light on his body, brought his sword power to an incredible level.
Although he has not stepped into the realm of the galaxy, it still gives people the feeling that he is no less powerful than the sword of the galaxy, which is outrageous.
"That's the innate sword body!"
Some people recognized Bai Lang's holy body, and they all took a breath.
With the innate sword body and the black feather sword canon, he was simply invincible. Zhong Yi didn't last long and knelt down.
"Hahaha! So what if he is the direct descendant of the Sword Master? You still have to kneel in front of me!" Bai Lang laughed wildly. He had an indescribable joy and looked extremely arrogant.
It turned out to be him, no wonder he was so hostile to Jian Zong.
Lin Yun muttered in his heart, finally remembering who this person was, this world is really small.
