Chapter 1972

Even if you win, there is a high probability of a tragic victory, which is not very meaningful.

Zhao Quan sneered: "The weak should understand their status. There are many things that you can't do if you want to come forward."

The people of Jianzong were very angry, even Gongsun Yan was angry.

They have deep feelings for Lin Yun, but now someone is talking ill of Lin Yun, but they can only choose to bear it, and their faces are extremely uncomfortable.

"These bastards, if Brother Yun is still here, how can they be arrogant." Gongsun Yan was furious.

Lin Yun glanced at Zhao Quan and Bai Lang, his fingers moved slightly, and he wanted to teach each other a lesson.

"There is no one in Donghuang? How long has it been, and you are still talking about the burial playboy, is the funeral playboy your father?"

Zhao Quan ignored this and continued to humiliate everyone.

These words were extremely hurtful and insulting, and the angry people in Donghuang were all 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 arrogant, do you really think I have no one in Donghuang?"

At this moment, a domineering voice resounded in the dojo.

The sound is not big, but it is full of power, like the sound of thunder constantly exploding in people's ears.

Zhong Yi stood up, his body tall and straight like a sword, handsome and handsome, walking out of the crowd with a hint of arrogance.

He is one of the Three Great Sword Saints in the East Desolation, the direct disciple of Sword Saint Fuyou, and his cultivation base has already reached the peak of Jiuyuan Nirvana.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he has the temperament of reigning the world, and he is tall and straight.

Seeing Zhong Yi stand up, everyone in the East Wilderness immediately showed joy and excitement.

With Zhong Yi here, this group of people will definitely not be able to be arrogant.

He is the direct disciple of Sword Saint Fuyou, the face of their group, and the banner figure of the younger generation of Eastern Wilderness Kendo.

"As expected of the Sword Saint, Zhong Yi is really charming."

"Zhong Yi also kept a low profile. He has the Innate Holy Body. In terms of root bones, he is stronger than Burial Playboy. The strength of the two should not be on the same level."

"Zhong Yi can definitely represent Donghuang!"

...

Zhao Quan glanced at him and said with a smile: "Finally, a character has come out. The Sword Saint of Fuyou is famous, and his direct disciple has two brushes."

In fact, they came here today for Zhong Yi's sake, in order to protect the face of Sword Saint Fuyou, to find out the truth of this person for their son.

"Let me do it."

The white wolf took a step forward and said to Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan saw the white wolf, his face was calm, but he was quietly relieved in his heart.

In fact, he was still very jealous of Zhong Yi. This man was more than one level stronger than An Ziyun, and his attributes might not be able to restrain him.

"Brother Dog, take a rest, I can deal with this kind of stuff, Fourth Brother." White Wolf laughed.

"Hahaha, okay, then I'll leave it to you, fourth brother!" Zhao Quan laughed and stepped back.

When everyone in Donghuang saw this, they all showed dissatisfaction.

Zhong Yi's opponent should be Zao Wuji, and again the boss Zhao Hu, the fourth among the sword servants actually appeared.

What the hell is this guy doing?

Zhong Yi frowned slightly and snorted coldly.

: "Zhao Wuji, are you not afraid that I will shoot too hard and kill your servant with one sword?"

Zao Wuji drank the wine with a smile, still ignoring it.

Bai Lang laughed loudly and said, "If you really have this ability, and kill me with one sword, I will naturally be convinced. I am afraid that you are also a person with a false name, and the disciple of the Sword Saint is great? Yaoguang and Fuyou are nothing great!"

"Dare to insult my master?" Zhong Yi's eyes immediately froze.

"Hahaha, what's wrong with humiliation! I beat up the disciple of the Sword Saint today, and I have to kneel just like burying a flower!"

The white wolf laughed loudly, raised his hand and killed it.

boom!

He directly pressed it down with a palm, and a huge palm immediately appeared on top of Zhong Yi's head, with holy patterns lingering in the center of the palm.

It shone with light comparable to the sun, sacred and mighty, and contained the aura of destroying all things.

Bang bang bang!

Before the palm fell, the void exploded one after another, as if the palm was really holding a sun.

"Big Sun Futian Hand!"

"Is that the Sun Sacred Mark? This guy is really just a sword servant!"

As soon as he made his move, the expressions of everyone in the East Wilderness changed.

The Great Sun Futian Hand is quite a terrifying ghost level, and the holy pattern on the palm has obviously been cultivated to an extremely terrifying situation.

This time, the self-confidence of the people in the East Wilderness immediately decreased a lot.

"Zhong Yi, kneel down and beg for mercy!"

The white wolf suddenly burst into a drink, and the sun saint pattern on the palm bloomed again, as if the sun had really been born.

Under the giant palm, the sun is full of days.

So strong!

Zhong Yi's face changed slightly, and he felt a lot of pressure due to his cultivation, and some couldn't see the details of the other party.

His face was completely solemn, and he knew that he shouldn't underestimate this person.

"Tianyou Holy Light!"

Zhong Yi shouted angrily, activating his own Innate Holy Body, and at the same time releasing half-step Xinghe Sword Intent.

His body suddenly erupted with the incomparably powerful innate power of the Holy Body, releasing a dazzling brilliance, so that the giant hand above his head could never fall.

boom!

At the same time, his right hand was on the hilt of the sword, and he pulled out the sword little by little.

Let his half-step Galaxy Sword Intent continue to bloom, and the giant hand that supports the sky immediately has a slight crack.

"Congenital Holy Body."

Seeing that the Great Sun Futian's hand was about to be broken, the White Wolf was not at all panic and took his time.

Whoa!

Just when Zhong Yi's sword potential was about to reach its limit, his heart was beating wildly, his blood was boiling, like a giant furnace reverberating in the dojo.

"Xiantian Jianxin!"

Everyone turned pale with fright, and looked at the white wolf, and couldn't help but feel extremely frightened.

"Just kneel down for me!"

The white wolf monster laughed, and the power of the sky-supporting giant that was about to crack once again soared.

thump!

Zhong Yi, who pulled out his sword half an inch, knelt on one knee on the ground with a groan, his face showing a very hungry expression.

The color of power.

Boom!

The giant hands that supported the sky finally fell down, and a powerful aftermath swept out, echoing in every corner of the dojo.

Everyone took their own shots, or pulled out the holy sword, or sacrificed martial arts to resist these aftermath.

Even so, many people were hit and vomited blood and flew, and passed out on the spot.

Pfft!

Zhong Yi stood up in the firelight, he spat out blood, looked at the white wolf in surprise, and said, "Who are you, you are so talented, you can't be anonymous!"

Bai Lang said lightly: "Maybe I used to have some reputation, but now I'm just a sword servant under the son's sect, Bai Lang!"

He strode forward, drew his sword directly, and killed Zhong Yi.

Clang clang!

After ten moves, the powerful sword force that erupted from the white wolf directly sent Zhong Yizhen flying out.

He bumped into the stone pillar, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"Damn..."

Zhong Yi felt extremely aggrieved in his heart. He passed it on to the Sword Saint personally, and he couldn't even beat the opponent's servants.

I do not believe!

He worked hard to cheer up, regain control of the Heavenly Nether Sacred Body, and recover his injuries little by little.

I want to regroup and suppress the opponent with the power of the Holy Body.

"Good come!"

Bai Langsi was unafraid and laughed loudly.

I saw a sword cry suddenly came out of the body, and a beautiful jade light bloomed from the body. The light was like a sword, and the stabbed person could not open his eyes.

A wave of sword power surged out, Zhong Yi not only did not suppress the opponent, but was suppressed by the Holy Body of the White Wolf.

Bailang 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, the sword light on his body continued to run wild, and finally a beam of light shot into the sky.

call!

Zhong Yi's holy body light went out like a candle.

"how can that be?"

Everyone was so shocked that they couldn't sit still any longer, and they all stood up in horror.

The white wolf couldn't stop laughing. In the light, his hands were imprinted, and the black cloth strips hanging from his back spread out like wings.

Whoa!

The black wings, reflecting the jade light on his body, made his sword power reach an incredible state.

Even though he didn't step into the realm of the galaxy, his feeling was in no way inferior to the sword intent of the galaxy, and it was outrageous.

"That's the Innate Sword Body!"

Some people recognized the Holy Body of the White Wolf, and they all gasped.

The innate sword body and the black feather sword canon are simply invincible. Zhong Yi didn't hold on for long and knelt down.

"Hahaha! What about the Sword Saint's personal biography? You don't have to kneel in front of me!"

It turned out to be him, no wonder he was so hostile to Jianzong.

Lin Yun murmured in his heart, finally remembering who this person is, this world is really small.