In the early morning, the sun shone in the room.
Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan had both woken up.
They had only rested for one day and were about to go find the white-faced scholar.
Today, many warriors came to the city one after another.
Zhuo Yu and the others found the spies from the Jingwu Academy, asked them about the white-faced scholar, and quickly left the city.
Dong Xuanbin and several soldiers followed Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan closely. .
Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan pretended not to see it, but Xia Lan was vaguely worried that Zhuo Yu would conflict with Dong Xuanbin.
He had seen Zhuo Yu's methods before, and if there was a conflict, Dong Xuanbin would definitely die.
Xia Lan walked and said in a low voice: "Zhuo Yu, this Dong Xuanbin is here to cause trouble.
Wait a minute, can you please stop killing him?
He is a very important figure in the Dong family.
If you kill him, it will be equivalent to marrying the Dong family."
I feel a deep hatred."
Zhuo Yu frowned, and then said after a while: "If he wants to kill me, no matter who he is, he will die."
Xia Lan could only sigh.
He knew that Zhuo Yu wanted to kill many people, but he didn't have the strength yet.
Zhuo Yu and the others were running towards a relatively remote small village, and the white-faced scholar occupied that small village as his nest.
Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan ran very fast, which made it very difficult for Dong Xuanbin and others behind them, because the consumption of long-distance running was very huge, but Zhuo Yu didn't care about this.
Whether they were eating or drinking, they were all It is food that contains spiritual energy.
"With such little ability, you just want to follow us."
Zhuo Yu sneered, while Dong Xuanbin and others behind him were gradually thrown away by them.
At noon, the scorching sun was high in the sky, and Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan were both dressed in black and running across a wasteland.
Not only did they not feel tired, they could not even see a drop of sweat.
This showed that their internal strength was It's very strong and has top-notch internal strength.
Running like this, they quickly arrived at the small village.
From a distance, they could see that the small village had become a mess.
Seeing this, Zhuo Yu's murderous intent surged, and he rushed into the village as fast as he could, shouting: "Demons, get out of here!"
Zhuo Yu's eyes turned red when he saw the stinking corpses on the ground.
These were the corpses of simple villagers.
What he hated most was the indiscriminate killing of innocent people.
"An acquired martial artist dares to be so rampant, Lao Jiu, go and deal with him."
A feminine voice came, this person was the white-faced scholar.
Zhuo Yu frowned slightly.
He realized that the white-faced scholar's strength had reached the innate level, not the ninth level of acquired strength.
At this moment, a big man in red clothes rushed towards Zhuo Yu quickly, holding a huge mace in his hand, but this did not affect his speed.
Zhuo Yu snorted coldly, stepped over quickly, pulled out his broken sword and rushed towards the big man in red.
In just a moment, Zhuo Yu's broken sword pierced the throat of the big man in red and then kicked out with great force. , flying the big man in red and crashing into a wooden house not far away.
At the same time as the wooden house collapsed, a white figure quickly sprang out from the wooden house, and then slowly descended from the air, falling like a leaf.
This man was wearing snow-white clothes, with a thin and handsome face that was also white, but his lips were unusually black and red.
He looked like he had been poisoned.
His eyes at this time were not looking at Zhuo Yu, but at Zheng Xuxu.
Xia Lan came.
When he saw Xia Lan, his eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire, and he wanted to burn Xia Lan to ashes.
Xia Lan seemed to hate such a look.
She stood behind Zhuo Yu, pulled out the Heavenly Blood Sword, stared at the white-faced scholar, and said solemnly: "He is from the innate martial arts realm."
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Zhuo Yu nodded.
At this time, many people came out of the wooden houses in the village with some strange weapons, looking at Zhuo Yu fiercely, and looking at Xia Lan as fiercely as the white-faced scholar.
Xia Lan wore tight clothes that outlined the curves of her body.
Coupled with her fairy-like face, any man who was not blind knew that this was a stunner who could bring great joy to others.
The number of these demon warriors was more than what was announced by Jingwu Academy.
There were forty or fifty.
Xia Lan felt very uncomfortable being stared at by such a group of people.
These people looked at her as if they could see through her clothes. , can directly see her body.
"Kill the man and leave the goblin to play slowly."
A bald head poked his hand and said excitedly.
When he finished saying this, a bloody hole appeared on his throat.
Zhuo Yu stepped out in an instant, came to him and stabbed him to death.
At the same time, the group of demon warriors also moved their hands, but Zhuo Yu was very fast.
Many people did not know what happened, and their throats were pierced.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of people fell down.
What is incredible is that Xia Lan also rushed into the crowd, waving the Heavenly Blood Sword, and kept attacking like a killing god.
The Heavenly Blood Sword pierced into the bodies of these demon warriors.
Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan are both very powerful.
They are both people with special internal powers.
Ordinary people are by no means their opponents.
"The internal power of fire, the flame fist, these are very rare martial arts, and they are all in his body."
The white-faced scholar looked very ugly.
At this time, he had to take action.
If he continued like this, all his people would die.
"Sister Lan, be careful.
I'm going to meet that innate devil."
Zhuo Yu warned and faced the white-faced scholar with his sword.
The white-faced scholar also used a sword, but it was a sword with a pure white blade, and it exuded a strong cold air.
Zhuo Yu could tell at a glance that this was a magic weapon made of thousands of years of ice.
"Ice internal power" Zhuo Yu couldn't help shouting, this white-faced scholar actually also has special internal power The white-faced scholar's internal energy was much stronger than his, so Zhuo Yu's internal energy of the Flame King Kong couldn't resist it at all.
However, the power contained in Zhuo Yu's physical body could withstand the invasion for a period of time and resist the invasion of cold air.
The white-faced scholar exchanged dozens of moves with Zhuo Yu, and he couldn't help but be surprised, because he found that his ice internal power was ineffective against Zhuo Yu.
If Zhuo Yu's strength was also innate, then it would be fine, but Zhuo Yu's internal power level was still the same.
It's really weird to be like this on the eighth or ninth floor the day after tomorrow.
Zhuo Yu went to secretly rejoice, because the spirit beads had begun to absorb the inner power of the ice.
As long as it came from the outside world, the spirit beads would automatically absorb it.
Zhuo Yu's mental power became stronger, and he was slowly able to control the spirit. beads.
"There are actually people who can practice the body of the Flame Vajra.
No wonder they can take so many moves from me.
I'll kill you with this next move."
The white-faced scholar sneered, and the ice sword in his hand emitted an even colder wave.
The white-faced scholar took out a bag from his arms and threw it towards Zhuo Yu.
Just when Zhuo Yu was about to dodge, the bag suddenly exploded, and a lot of water poured on him.
The white-faced scholar shouted loudly, his face became even paler, and the ice sword in his hand also spurted out a burst of water.
A big whiff of cold air.
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Zhuo Yu's body was already soaked, and as he was hit by the cold air, a layer of stiff ice gradually formed on his body, causing his movements to become much slower.
The white-faced scholar floated in front of Zhuo Yu, and pierced Zhuo Yu's throat with the snow-white ice sword.
The tip of the sword stopped just as it pierced Zhuo Yu's throat.
The white-faced scholar's cold, pale throat was already pinched tightly by Zhuo Yu.
His eyes were full of fear, because he had clearly pierced Zhuo Yu's throat just now.
But Zhuo Yu was not dead, and was still holding his throat tightly.
"This sword is good, you can die if it belongs to me."
Zhuo Yu sneered, and the inner strength of the diamond flames all over his body suddenly turned into a white energy, pouring into his arm.
"Pure Yang Jin."
As soon as the white-faced scholar said these three words, there was a click, and his neck was pinched by Zhuo Yusheng.
Zhuo Yu swung hard and threw the body of the white-faced scholar into the group of people.
At this moment, the group of people stopped moving and looked at the dead white-faced scholar with bated breath, his whole head cut off like that.
At the moment when they were distracted, Zhuo Yu had already launched a fierce attack.
Xia Lan's strength is beyond Zhuo Yu's imagination.
It is already much more powerful than the ordinary nine-level Houtian.
Even if he faces the siege of many people, he can still kill people while defending.
Among this group of people, the strongest ones were only on the eighth level.
The ninth level people were killed by Zhuo Yu just now, so Xia Lan and Zhuo Yu teamed up to quickly eliminate them.
"The Ice Sword should be able to compete with the Heavenly Blood Sword."
Zhuo Yu said, Xia Lan snatched the Ice Sword and stroked it fondly.
Zhuo Yu shook his head, then leaned down to search the white-faced scholar's body.
Nothing else he found could arouse Zhuo Yu's interest, except for a brand.
This sign is black.
He clearly remembers that the elder of the Long Family Keqing who he killed, the innate warrior Shen Shan, also had an exact sign on his body.
He knew that there must be some ulterior secrets hidden in this sign, so he put it into the Qiankun Pearl, and then cut off the white-faced scholar's head.
"Zhuo Yu, can you sell me this ice sword?
Please give me a price."
Xia Lan said in a low voice.
She naturally saw that this ice sword was extraordinary, even slightly better than Tianxue sword
Zhuo Yu said "Oh" and then said: "Didn't I give you a Heavenly Blood Sword?
Isn't it enough?"
"I want to use the two-sword sword technique, and my inner strength is Tianyin inner strength.
The Yin energy of this ice sword is very strong, and it suits me.
Just give me a price.
My good brother, sell it to me.
"Now that Xia Lan is acting coquettishly, she continues to seduce Zhuo Yu with her flirtatious eyes.
Zhuo Yu found it a bit funny, and he smiled lightly and said: "If you take off your clothes and sleep with me for one night, I will give it to you."
"Stop kidding me, fifty million taels of gold, you can sell it or not."
Xia Lan stamped her foot and said, Zhuo Yu just gave her a Heavenly Blood Sword, and she was too embarrassed to ask Zhuo Yu to give this Ice Sword to her again.
Give it to her, of course she also knows that the price of this ice sword is more than that, but she likes this sword too much.
"It's just an ice sword.
I'll give it to you."
Zhuo Yu waved his hand and said.
In his eyes, the ice sword is just a valuable sword with no other uses.
He is neither short of money nor short of money.
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Sword, he knew that the blacksmith gave him this broken sword for a reason, and besides, he still had a mysterious and terrifying sword in his body.
After Xia Lan was stunned for a moment, she shouted in surprise, hugged Zhuo Yu, and kissed Zhuo Yu's cheek with her sexy red lips.
"You two bitches, I'm going to kill you on Brother Xiao's behalf" Dong Xuanbin shouted from a distance, his eyes fixed on the blood-red Sky Blood Sword and the Snow-white Ice Sword in Xia Lan's hands.
Both Zhuo Yu and Xia Lan's words were heard by Dong Xuanbin.
He is a warrior on the ninth level of the day after tomorrow.
He not only has good eyesight but also has good hearing.
He can hear their conversation clearly, especially knowing that Zhuo Yu really gave away the two swords.
At that time, I felt extremely jealous and angry.
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