The wooden sword was drawn out, and two streams of blood spattered towards the feet of the man known as the eldest brother.
"Ah, ah, ah," the strong man who was called my eldest brother roared up to the sky, and then yelled: "Little guy, you have angered me, I want you to die without a burial place."
However, Yiran responded to him with the word "haha".
His eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced at a middle-aged man behind him who behaved obscenely and flatteringly.
Murderous intent surges.
The strong man wanted to kill the young man in front of him who he thought he could catch easily, and the young man also wanted to kill the strong man.
Yiran waved his right hand, spilled the blood on the wooden sword, and said softly to the big man:
"Give me your name. The young master will not kill nameless ghosts with his sword."
The middle-aged man who was flattering the strong man had a puzzled look on his face. He had clearly killed six of them, but he kept saying that he would not kill the nameless ghost.
The strong man was furious when he heard that, the blue veins on his forehead kept rising and falling, and his voice was hoarse: "Okay, okay, I can't change my name, I can't change my surname, Song Cheng is the same."
"Today, if you little bastard can escape from my hands, I, Song Cheng, won't have to hang around here anymore."
"You still want to trick me, are you going to go home to your father and call me grandpa to avenge you?"
"Let's talk about it and see if it scares me."
Song Cheng had a ferocious smile on his face, his expression was extremely cruel, and he showed a bloodthirsty light.
Song Cheng's response was still just "Haha."
Although Song Cheng looked rough and unscrupulous, he immediately knew that Yiran was trying to talk, and at the same time he used provocation to dig a hole for Yiran.
Seeing that Yiran only responded with the word "hehe", Song Cheng didn't say much. A long knife appeared in his hand and rushed towards Yiran.
Even if Dousen Principality is rampant with geniuses, there are even countless geniuses in the Empire.
But at such an age of more than 20 years, even if he is the best among geniuses, can he reach the fifth level of cultivation?
The long knife was dragged along the ground, cutting off countless weeds. Every step on the ground made the ground vibrate, and an obvious footprint appeared.
Song Chengdu did not use his inner strength, but his physique was comparable to that of a humanoid monster, and would never be weaker than some fourth-level monsters.
"die"!
Song Cheng roared loudly and slashed down the long sword, which emitted cold light, but half of the blade sank directly into the ground.
Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then took a step forward with his right foot. The long knife tore the ground, cut off the weeds, brought up an unknown amount of soil, and lifted it up.
But he wanted to cut the young man who had somehow managed to take a step back and just escaped the sword's attack, in two from the crotch upwards.
Yiran turned sideways again and swung the long knife in front of his eyes, and he could see the flickering light of the knife.
But neither weeds nor dirt got on Yiran's clothes.
Song Cheng didn't believe in evil at all, as if he didn't believe that a young man could dodge his attack like this.
Slashing downwards, lifting upwards, slashing horizontally, sweeping back, one sword after another, the continuous force of the sword made the people behind Song Cheng couldn't help shouting and cheering.
But no matter how he didn't believe in evil, he finally realized that this young man was definitely not a good person.
He was able to dodge with ease under the force of his own sword. Even when it was difficult to dodge, he just turned sideways and let the long sword strike the scabbard.
Song Cheng frowned but felt happy in his heart. This wooden scabbard could actually block the violent slash of the third-level sword without leaving any trace.
Definitely a rare good thing.
The young men who come from the remote principality to practice are indeed big fat sheep. Use such a good thing as a scabbard!
When Song Cheng saw that the attack was not improving, he knew that Yiran's strength might be as strong as that of Wuzong.
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He didn't expect Yiran's strength to be comparable to his own, naturally because Yiran didn't fight back at all when he avoided it.
This made him think that Yiran couldn't see through his strength, so he didn't dare to take action easily.
He was about to put away the sword and turn around, sarcastically saying that this young man only knew how to dodge, but before he could say anything, the wooden sword had already touched the blade.
The wooden sword was tougher than the scabbard. The tip of the sword showed no sign of being broken, but the sword body had already developed an arc.
Song Cheng secretly said: "These fat sheep are really a waste of natural resources, using such wood as swords."
At the next moment, the wooden sword was shaken and straightened back up, but the force of the shock made Song Cheng take ten steps back and return to his group of younger brothers.
Song Cheng's pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme.
The young man also only used his physical strength! No inner strength was revealed but he was instantly repelled.
"Hahahaha", Song Cheng then looked up to the sky and laughed.
"As expected of a genius from a small place, he actually made me lose my sight. He is equipped with good things, and he also knows how to temper his body. This business has made a lot of money."
"I just don't know if your elders will be so angry if you die here, hahahaha!"
Song Cheng's eyes showed a ferocious light that chose and devoured others, the muscles on his face were twisted, and his aura increased to the extreme.
The group of people behind them could not help but fall back. The weeds surrounding them were weighed down by several feet of weeds and they were unable to get up.
The light of the sword suddenly appeared, the ancient trees bowed their heads, the sky dimmed, and the insects and ants were silent.
Once the strength of the Great Wuzong is revealed, it will destroy the world and destroy the earth.
Just the momentum displayed casually can make countless people unable to lift their heads, and everything will prostrate to the ground.
Yiran has seen many strong men of the sixth level, even those of the spiritual level, but this does not mean that the sixth level is like cabbage.
This is also the reason why Yiran asked for his name. A sixth-level strongman often represents a large force or even a family.
If this guy represents a bandit force, Yiran doesn't mind eradicating it and killing it all when he returns to the city.
A team that specializes in hunting down geniuses from remote principalities who came to the empire to gain experience, Yi Ran was filled with anger at the thought of this.
Song Cheng's power had reached its extreme. The big trees within ten feet of him could not withstand the damage of the momentum and were directly uprooted.
Then the extremely bright sword light rose out of the air, cutting off the ancient trees that seemed to be floating in the wind, and fell towards Yiran ten feet away.
"Wow, wow, wow", three sword lights flashed away and fell towards Yiran.
Song Cheng's dozen younger brothers looked at the sword light with longing.
"Boom, boom, boom," there were three explosions, and a ravine ten feet long, one foot wide, and five feet deep instantly appeared on the ground.
Three swords slashed at the same point, the power was terrifying!
The young man's figure had disappeared, and the martial arts cultivators behind Song Cheng immediately cheered and exclaimed for their elder brother.
But he didn't realize that the eyes of the magicians beside him were full of fear and horror.
Their eldest brother Song Cheng also did not put away his sword and looked into the distance in surprise.
The young man actually stepped back dozens of feet the moment the sword light fell, avoiding the sharp edge of the sword light.
Song Cheng finally understood that the young man they met was completely different from the so-called geniuses they hunted in the past.
He immediately roared in a low voice: "Everyone is on alert, the magician is keeping them in check, and the martial arts cultivators are looking for opportunities to fire hidden arrows. Don't be careless if you get the idea."
Those martial arts cultivators who were still immersed in joy discovered that the figure of the young man was hidden by the ancient trees further in front of the ravine.
When they heard Song Cheng's roar, they immediately entered the battle
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In this state, he began to chant magic, drew his bow and arrows, and prepared to attack.
"Hey, Grand Martial Sect, are you ready to fight in a group if you can't beat them in a single fight? You have such a loud tone, but you only have so much courage." Youyou's voice came from far away.
Then the figure disappeared again, and Qixing Tiao reappeared, dragging a long phantom and rushing towards Song Cheng.
"Hydraulic Technique!"
A puddle of water gathered on the ground and was hidden in the grass, trying to wrap up and control Yiran's legs.
But he was stepped on hard by Yi Ran, causing a splash of water.
"The wind roars!"
Compared with the magician killed by Yiran's flying sword, this wind roar was much stronger in terms of speed and power. It was obvious that the caster had become a great magician.
This third-level magic with a roar that shook the heavens and the earth made countless leaves tremble as soon as it was cast, and even the space seemed to vibrate.
"Pfft..." Yiran just stabbed out a flash of green light with his sword, and the roar of the wind shattered into a slow breeze and scattered around Yiran's side.
The "Roaring Wind" had just been broken, and several more arrows were shot in succession. The arrows were filled with internal energy, and the sound of breaking through the air was extremely terrifying.
A semicircle is slightly drawn in front of the wooden sword, and the arrow is shot far away.
The arrow, which was still powerful, shot through three or four half-foot-thick ancient trees again before stopping its forward momentum.
Although Yi Ran flew the wooden sword away, at the moment of pause, several more magic spells appeared in front of him out of thin air.
Although it was not that kind of powerful magic, Yiran found it difficult to move forward.
Qixing stepped on the wind barrier in front of him, directly shattering several wind barriers, but Yiran's body returned to ten feet away.
A look of solemnity appeared on Yiran's face. Faced alone with a dozen people who cooperated tacitly and a great martial arts master who was not much weaker than himself, this battle still had to be fought.
"Haha, to ambush one of my juniors and use such tricks, you are not very strong." Yiran's mind quickly turned to how to solve this situation, but he was not forgiving, which could be regarded as a provocative move.
"Little bastard, don't be arrogant. It's the last word to live. As long as we can kill you, who cares how many of us take action!"
"But your talent is the only one I've seen in my life. You're already in your twenties and you have the strength of the Great Martial Sect. It's really astonishing. It can even be compared with those geniuses from the Holy Law Empire."
"In that case, let me show you the yellow-level martial art - Nine Heaven-breaking Slashes, so that you can die in peace. I got this from the direct descendant of the royal family of a remote principality."
"I still keep that space ring. The things inside are so scary! I hope you won't disappoint me either."
While Song Cheng was talking and gathering momentum, the blade on his long sword surged, and his whole body also showed an astonishing momentum.
Yiran wanted to fight back, but before he could take five steps, several magic attacks came, followed by waves of arrows, restricting his flips and movements.
He wanted to rush out and fight back, but the sword light had already fallen.
Song Cheng took advantage of the rebound, turned around and swung the second sword: "Second slash, move mountains!"
Yiran continued to resist with Yiran's sword, and took three steps back again.
Then the third sword was swung, "The third slash, open the mountain!"
Yiran's figure jumped ten steps in an instant, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
He has seen the principle of such a technique before, and he can even perform it himself.
However, different martial arts have different internal energy transfer techniques, which can make the moves more powerful.
After receiving three slashes forcefully, I even had a special feeling. Unless the chain of slashes was interrupted head-on, under the pull of the qi machine, no matter how fast I ran away, I would be hit by the next slash.
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