"Oh my God! The fight is about to start!" Wei Ran exclaimed while eating peanuts: "Wow~ He's bleeding! That boy named Zhao is so fierce! One sword kills a head!"
When the waiter saw such a bloody scene, he lay down and started retching.
He admired how Wei Ran could still eat and drink.
"With so many people, can he win?" Boss Jia has seen the world and can still hold on. He huddled behind Wei Ran, carefully observed the situation, and said worriedly: "With so many people in the Blood Alliance, two fists Duryodhana is invincible. How about helping him?"
"Help him? Are you going?" Wei Ran chewed peanuts and asked with a smile: "If you go to help him, you will cause trouble for him. We can just stay here and watch."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this boy surnamed Zhao can do the Qianchuan Sword Jue quite well! It's really a sword that lights up nineteen continents." Wei Ran picked up the wine bottle and started drinking.
While looking at the situation, Boss Jia exclaimed in a low voice: "Oh! Be careful! Watch your back! Someone is attacking! Oh, luckily I reacted."
Wei Ran patted Boss Jia on the shoulder and said, "Hai, don't underestimate the sword cultivators of Shangyang Xuanming Sect. These little Kalami are not worth mentioning at all."
"Don't worry now. You only need to consider how to clean up the battlefield after this fight so as not to delay tomorrow's business."
Boss Jia took out his handkerchief and nodded in agreement with a wry smile.
Wei Ran said leisurely: "For us, just shouting for help is already a big help."
Just when Wei Ran was leisurely watching the show.
The young man named He immediately locked onto Wei Ran's position among the crowd.
He gently approached Wei Ran, stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips.
A fierce murderous intention flashed in his eyes.
The true disciple of Shangyang Xuanming Sect, as long as I kill him, I can become famous all over the world!
The words "famous in the world" kept lingering in his mind, like a curse.
Seeing the right moment, Wei Ran picked up the flask and wanted to drink.
The young man drew his sword and rushed away.
The sword light was sharp and the killing intent surged.
At this moment, Wei Ran had a smile in his eyes. In fact, he had already noticed the murderous intention.
In fact, he was waiting for this young man to take action.
Sure enough, the young man couldn't hold back and took action.
Alas~ It is good for a young man to want to become famous, but if he is not capable enough, he will die.
Wei Ran threw the wine bottle into the sky.
With a slight hook of his fingers, he picked up a wooden chopstick from the chopstick bucket on the wooden table.
At this time, the young man's sword had already struck in front of him.
Boss Jia, the waiter, Zhou Wenrui, Zhao Ke and even Sun Zhenyue upstairs all noticed it.
Boss Jia hid behind Wei Ran and noticed someone was attacking him, but it was too late to warn him.
Sun Zhenyue just watched indifferently from upstairs. If Wei Ran died, it would actually be a good thing for him.
The sword flashed with cold light.
The young man had already stabbed Wei Ran in the face, but he suddenly felt that his sword had missed Wei Ran, as if it had hit something hard and blocked it.
Suddenly, there was a shock force from the hard object against the tip of the sword, which knocked the young man back several steps.
The young man quickly stabilized his body and stared.
Wei Ran was seen with his legs crossed and one hand reaching out to catch the wine flask falling from the sky without spilling a drop of wine.
And Wei Ran's other hand...
He was actually holding a wooden chopstick!
This...how is this possible!
Cold sweat began to break out on the young man's forehead, and the sweat quickly soaked the hair on his forehead.
Boss Jia and the waiter turned pale with fright, hugging each other and huddled behind Wei Ran.
They have no strength and can only hide everywhere.
Wei Ran smiled and said, "Young man, why are you in such a hurry? It would be better to sit down and have a drink and chat."
"Talk about you Ma Bi!" The young man didn't believe in evil, so he raised his sword and struck again.
Wei Ran sighed and said, "When you are young, you are full of fire, and you do everything with enthusiasm."
Then with a flick of his finger, the wooden chopsticks in his hand were like sharp arrows flying out, piercing the young man's thigh.
The wooden chopsticks flew out at an extremely fast speed. Before the young man could block it, he found that his thigh was injured.
When he lowered his head to check, he found that the front half of the wooden chopstick had penetrated into his thigh.
The young man was in pain, groaned and squatted on the ground to pull out the wooden chopsticks from his legs.
At this time, Zhao Ke's figure appeared behind the young man like a ghost.
The sword drew a sharp cold light in the air.
A head quietly fell to the ground.
Wei Ran simply waved his hand and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, you have to protect us! It's too dangerous!"
"Tsk." Zhao Ke glanced at Wei Ran, his eyes full of contempt and contempt.
Then he raised his sword and continued fighting.
Zhou Wenrui didn't dare to take any action now, because he had already been locked by Sun Zhenyue.
The reason why Sun Zhenyue did not take action was just to observe the performance of his junior brother Zhao Ke.
I can review this battle when I go back.
Zhou Wenrui was extremely anxious at this time, and he decided to change his strategy after being anxious. He quickly called his men and said: "Kill that man named Jia! He has no cultivation! Kill him, and the reward will be one thousand taels of spiritual stones!"
This time Sun Zhenyue was angry.
Ma De, I am actually less valuable than a tavern owner!
Sun Zhenyue took action this time. He took his left hand out from behind and held the decree with one hand.
In an instant, one hundred and eighteen flying swords from outside the house flew directly in along the window.
When Zhou Wenrui saw Sun Zhenyue taking action, he ran out without looking back.
Sun Zhenyue's eyes turned cold and he shouted softly: "Where to run!"
He began to control the one hundred and eighteen flying swords to attack Zhou Wenrui.
Fifty-nine swords trapped Zhou Wenrui like a cage, and fifty-nine flying swords attacked Zhou Wenrui like meteors.
Zhou Wenrui pulled out his long sword and used the Qianchuan Sword Technique to resist the flying sword.
After a few rounds of back and forth.
Sure enough, Zhou Wenrui began to lose his strength and scars began to appear on his body.
Zhou Wenrui glared angrily at Sun Zhenyue, who was standing with his hands behind his back on the second floor, and said in a deep voice: "The third level of Qi Refining and Divine Transformation! Why did you break through the realm so quickly!"
At this time, Sun Zhenyue was like an immortal entering the mortal world, holding his head high and chest high, floating down from the air and landing next to Zhou Wenrui, and said lightly: "Refining the ninth level of Qi, you only broke through the second level after escaping from the sect. It seems that in these years You are neglecting your cultivation."
The first and second realms are the best to break through and cultivate.
But after reaching the third realm, the progress of cultivation dropped exponentially. The total training time in the first realm and the second realm was estimated to be only enough to break through two or three levels in the third realm.
The most common thing is that it may not break through to the first level in three to five years.
With Zhou Wenrui being arrested, other members of the Blood Alliance began to flee.
Since the Dragon-Securing Immortal Sword Formation is only a weakened, smaller, and smaller version, after all the flying swords trap one person, others will have no time to take care of it.
The real sword formation cannot be controlled and performed by one person at all.
But that's enough. Sun Zhenyue came here just for Zhou Wenrui. He didn't care about the lives of other people in the Blood Alliance.
At this moment, Zhou Wenrui was still fighting stubbornly in the sword formation.
As time passed, he became so scarred that he even lost the strength to hold the sword.
This is the suppressive power across realms. Even if Sun Zhenyue is not at the third level of Qi Refining and Divine Transformation, but at the first level, and does not even need the assistance of the sword array, Zhou Wenrui still has no chance of winning against him.
Zhou Wenrui knelt on the ground on one knee, used the broken sword to support his body, and gasped: "Senior...Senior Brother...I lost..."
Sun Zhenyue looked down at Zhou Wenrui and said calmly: "You should have been punished long ago. You have brought disaster to so many people during your lifetime, made so many people homeless, and made so many sect brothers lose their close relatives."
"You have sinned so much that you should have gone to hell long ago."
Zhou Wenrui smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Sun Zhenyue was not in a hurry to kill him, as he had no way to escape at this moment.
Sun Zhenyue said coldly: "You can repent."
Zhou Wenrui was silent for a while and said word by word: "I don't regret it! I was wronged!"
In the end, Zhou Wenrui even shouted with all his strength.
"What happened back then, whether you were wronged or not, is no longer important." Sun Zhenyue sighed: "It seems that you still haven't seen yourself clearly and don't know what you have done."
"Go to the underworld and repent."
Sun Zhenyue reached out and picked up the flying sword floating in front of him, and then slashed towards Zhou Wenrui's neck.
With Zhou Wenrui's death, the old stories about him and previous cases were firmly fixed as if they were filled with reinforced concrete.
Even if Zhou Wenrui is really wronged, then this matter will inevitably sink into silence in the long river of history, and there will be no possibility of overturning the verdict.
