Chapter 270: Broken hall

"who are you?"

Bian Shan's eyes stared out, like a tortoise, with an incredible face.

He had just given the order, but without paying attention, there was an unfamiliar cultivator in the discussion hall.

how is this possible?

This hall is very secretive. There are cultivators on guard outside, and a double warning array is set up, so people unexpectedly broke into it?

This person is naturally Zhou Shu.

Someone recognized Zhou Shu and whispered, "He... he is the cultivator that Bian Yun brought back..."

"It turns out that you are bad for me!"

Bianshan looked sullen and shouted loudly, "You are seeking your own death, give me the moon silk grass!"

At this time, he didn't care about any secrets, and directly yelled at Zhou Shu, but more than that, he didn't slow down, roaring and staring at the same time, letting people go out to catch the snow and the clouds.

Some practitioners knew, and quietly moved towards the exit.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

The cultivator who was walking out instantly turned pale, his knees softened, and he sat down directly on the ground.

The ground several feet in front of him sank suddenly, revealing a large black hole. The stone slab, which was originally as strong as an iron block, turned into a pile of sand in the blink of an eye and collapsed.

How did it do it, what is the trick? Simply unheard of.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhou Shu, his body trembling.

Zhou Shu smiled indifferently, slowly raising the long sword in his hand, sweeping around the hall, "No one can go out, stand up."

The cultivator who was pointed at by the long sword felt as if he had been blown by the cold wind, his whole body was cold and bitter, his heart was shocked, and he was instantly dumbfounded and never dared to move.

"This is sword intent... terrible."

Some repairers murmured.

Most of these cultivators were born in casual cultivators, and they did not have enough qualifications to enter the sect, so they could only live in the family villa. They seldom practiced the formal sword tactics, and naturally they would not comprehend sword intent. But it does not prevent them from knowing that sword intent is a terrifying thing, and sword repair with sword intent is absolutely not an opponent.

The people on his side were instantly suppressed by Zhou Shu. Bian Shan was extremely angry, but he was helpless, even he himself was shocked by Zhou Shu's sword intent, his hands were shaking slightly, but he did not dare to make a random move.

Looking at Zhou Shu. His momentum has been lowered by more than half, "Who are you on earth?"

Zhou Shu looked cold, "It's just a casual repair, you want to ambush me, now is an opportunity."

Bian Shan froze for a moment, "You must be a sword repairman of the big sect with your skill, so good, why do you care about our villa?"

"You don't need to say what I want to do."

Zhou Shu's face was dark. After the long sword circled, a cold halo suddenly emerged, flying towards the edge mountain.

This style was not a sword tactic, but Zhou Shu issued it casually, but the sword was sharp, and the cold air came out in circles, like a halo full of thorns, gradually growing in the air with awe-inspiring momentum.

Bian Shan's expression stagnated, and he suddenly became solemn. Take a step back, squat slightly, the whole person is like a bowstring that has just been stretched, stretched straight. Then he bounced out quickly.

Both fists moved forward, emitting a pale golden light, and slammed directly towards the sword light circle.

Zhou Shu was slightly surprised that this mountain was actually a physical training, and it seemed to be quite powerful, he even directly used his fist to fight the sword.

He was more than surprised. The cultivator beside him was also very surprised.

"Ah, the master actually did physical exercises?"

"I haven't seen it before, it seems that the master has hope to win!"

Snapped! Snapped!

Two explosions, like the explosion of firecrackers.

The fists from Bianshan hit the aperture one after another, and the sword light spread out instantly, falling stars like rain, while the fists were as solid as gold, without any change.

"Haha, that's all!"

Bianshan fell to the ground with a bang, and the stone slab suddenly cracked.

He looked at Zhou Shu, and his confidence suddenly raised, "What about the big sects, the old man's golden fist has developed magical powers! Take me!"

Mixed gold fist is a body refining technique practiced by practitioners of the foundation building. It specializes in double fists. It is painful and difficult to soak the body with gold liquid every day, but it is also very powerful after being refined, especially the magical mixed gold The hammer can shoot out the fists, shaped like a magic weapon, and its power is almost comparable to the third-order magic weapon.

This was Bian Shan's strongest method, and as soon as he saw an opportunity, he immediately used it.

I saw a twitching tremor of the fists on the side, and the solid fist had left the fist and turned into two angular golden balls, shaped like a sledgehammer.

"go with!"

A few feet of golden fists flew out suddenly, up and down, shaking back and forth, drawing out many afterimages, like a meteor hammer without a line, erratic and unpredictable.

With his fist away from his hand, Bianshan did not relax. With a strong kick on his feet, Ling Ran jumped up and changed direction in the air. Before his feet, his whole body was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, bringing gusts of wind to Zhou Shu. Plug in.

"What a mighty move!"

"The master is really amazing, only the master is worthy to be the owner of the villa!"

"Long live the Lord!"

With great momentum, the expression of the cultivator underneath shook, and Zhou Shu was expected to be unlucky, cheering in unison, flattering.

Zhou Shu didn't move, as if shocked.

Staring at the flying fists, he looked a little serious, only slowly raised the heavy golden sword and pointed it straight forward.

Although it was the first time he saw this magical power, he was not flustered. Using powerful spiritual sense to detect and calculate, he could see through the coming of fists in a short time. It seemed that the shadows of fists were dazzling, but in the end All of his spiritual power fluctuations will gather at one point and the goals of the two punches are exactly the same.

Just use static braking.

And the Bianshan flying over above his head, he didn't pay any attention to it.

When he collided with a body in the same realm, he was not worried at all with a glazed jade body.

On the heavy gold sword, the sword light suddenly skyrocketed, like a small sun, in which the sword intent was strong, and the results of a year of hard work were all in it.

Bang, bang!

With two consecutive buzzes, the fist and the tip of the sword directly hit, head-on!

Suddenly, the golden light masterpiece, the entire hall was shrouded, and nothing else was seen anymore. The floor, ceiling, and pillars all trembled violently, as if there was an earthquake.

A blow from the late stage repairers of the two foundation construction realm was impressive.

Boom——

With a loud noise, the hall could not bear it and collapsed directly.

The entire villa was shocked by the huge shock, and many people wanted to see what happened. Among them were naturally Bian Yun and Zhang Han. They heard the noise coming from the hall where Bianshan was located, and hurried over.

"Senior Brother Shu did it? Didn't it say that it will be several days later?"

"Aren't they caught by Byeon Shan?"

The two of them took a look, did not speak, their expressions were a little excited, but also a lot of worry.

When they reached the hall, everyone was shocked.

The original location of the hall has sunk and turned into a big pit, with broken bricks and shingles everywhere, broken beams, cracked slates, and dust flying all over the sky.

It is hard to imagine that a few breaths ago, this was still the conference hall of the villa, the most glorious place of the villa.

In the smoke, a person slowly floated out and fell in front of them.

It was Zhou Shu, the sword had been put away, his expression still cold, he looked at Bian Yun who was running over, "Clean up, do it in advance, sorry."

"Huh!?" (To be continued.)