Chapter 1218

The sword light is like a chain, like a silver Jiao, arousing the burning sand to fly. In the burning sand, the sword light mana emits a very cold smell, which is in sharp contrast to the hot burning sand.

Sun Ping, a disciple of the extreme north sect, although his superficial cultivation is the second level of infanticide, he has reached the great perfection of the second level of infanticide last year. He is only one line away from the third level of infanticide, and his strength is far more than most second-level monks of infanticide. The flying sword in his hand is a high-level magic weapon under the third grade. Its combat power is increased. Even in the face of the third-order friars of Huaying, he can have the power of a war.

The three disciples looked at Zhuang Zhou's back, sneering and pondering.

They live far north of the mixed sea, but they have heard of Luochuan's deeds. Rumors are flying all over the city. There are different opinions about Luo Chuan. Some say Luo Chuan is worthy of the name, while others think those rumors are exaggerated, which makes the talented disciples of the three schools of Beihai gradually have a general impression of Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan, the leader of the third cannon fodder camp in tianbang, is of course an amazing person, but his legends and deeds are more about the monk hunhai Zhengdao who secretly fuels the flames to fight against the demon Taoist temple. Deep down in my heart, the talented disciples of Beihai sanzong don't think much of Luo Chuan. No matter how powerful Luo Chuan is, he is only in his thirties. It's great to reach the level of zongmen elders. The so-called Luo giant is just a joke.

After Zhuang Zhou and his party came to the wave breaking City, all forces were kind to them. Many sect elders would praise Zhuang Zhou's genius when they saw him.

The three disciples were very unconvinced by Zhuang Zhou, especially when they heard the rumors about the other two disciples of Luochuan, an idiot and a waste wood.

Xiao Qianyu, the fourth generation disciple of Jibei sect, stared coldly at the trace of Sun Ping's sword, and his mouth was slightly raised. He asked his younger martial brother Sun Ping to do it, which is also quite profound. The battle between Zhuang Zhou and Sun Ping seems fair, but in fact, with Sun Ping's current combat power, it has been stronger than most of the second-class friars of Huaying. In the second-class friars of Huaying, it is almost invincible.

When Sun Ping defeats the eldest disciple of "Luo giant", he can not only cheer up and give Zhuang Zhou a prestige, but also make a name for the extreme north sect.

Poof!

The air burst, and even the void gave birth to a sign of cracking.

Sun Ping's sword, regardless of its magic power, angle, or tactics, has reached the limit he can exert. It is sharp and explosive. It blocks Zhuang Zhou's retreat. In the eyes of the disciples of Wuxin sect and Kunlun sect, it also makes them feel amazing and alert to the extreme north sect.

In an instant, the magic flying sword shattered the air, cut a narrow gap in the void and cut Zhuang Zhou from top to bottom.

Zhuang Zhou didn't fight back, didn't even look back, and still took his idiot junior brother forward.

Seeing this, the three disciples were all stunned. They didn't expect that Zhuang Zhou was so weak that they couldn't even make the most basic response.

Sun Ping was also stunned. He just wanted to teach Zhuang Zhou a lesson. If he really killed Zhuang Zhou and annoyed the "Luo giant", no matter how many inaccuracies there are in the reputation of the "Luo giant", the consequences are not that he, a disciple of four generations, can bear.

What made his scalp numb was that he couldn't take back the sword with all his strength.

When the blade of the magic sword was only three feet from the back of Zhuang Zhou's head, Zhuang Zhou's figure became illusory.

The long wind roared and the scorching sand stirred. The air behind Zhuang Zhou began to fluctuate, just like the sea tide.

The next moment, the magic flying sword mysteriously deviated from the original track, as if stopped by an invisible giant hand, slid down across the Zhuang boat, and "snapped" into the sand and stone ground.

The air waves dissipated and calmed down.

"I said, I don't want to fight."

Zhuang Zhou said and walked forward. His body method was as soft as the wind, but his voice was resolute.

His achievement in the skill is far less than that of Li'er nearby, but at least he has learned some points. Although the previous body method can not be compared with Luo Chuan's new skill from the ancient sea, it is easy to avoid the second-class monk kaihuaying's blow, easy and natural.

Sun Ping's sword cut into the air, and the three disciples looked complicated. They didn't know whether Zhuang Zhou had hit great luck or whether he was really capable of avoiding Sun Ping's inevitable sword.

Sun Ping's eyes changed and changed, and a look of shame appeared on his face. He turned his palm and took off his sword, and jumped at Zhuang Zhou again.

"Hum."

Another sword!

Zhuang Zhou shook slightly, and the magic flying sword fell on the left side of his body.

The third sword flew out and still couldn't touch Zhuang Zhou's clothes.

Ten swords in succession, and the swords split into the air.

Zhuang Zhou took Li'er and walked on the volcanic sand. His white robe fluttered and became more and more calm.

He and Luo Chuan learned the skills, but they never used them against the enemy. Today, he encountered three provocations from disciples, but it also made him confirm the achievements of these days. It is inevitable that a trace of joy will arise in his heart.

Cut, but I've only learned a superficial skill. What... The skill of cheap master is really a unique skill in heaven and earth. It's more than enough to deal with an illiterate child turning monk.

Li'er thought in his heart. While Zhuang Zhou didn't pay attention, he secretly turned his head and showed a sarcastic smile towards the sanzong disciples.

The disciples of the three schools were frightened by Zhuang Zhou's body method, especially Sun Ping, who had a desire to retreat.

But Prince Tianhai's sneer on his face made them angry. They are the favored children of Beihai. They can't help being laughed at by a recognized idiot.

"Coward! Are you so afraid to compete with Ben Tao? Your master's face has been lost to you!" Sun Ping sneered.

"Yes, coward, I've been in the wave breaking city for so long that I don't dare to participate in the polar test."

"I said brother Zhuang, did you only learn the Kung Fu of running away from your master?"

"Or your master, he will only run away?"

"No wonder, after fighting between good and evil for more than half a month, I haven't heard from your master anymore, and I don't know where to hide."

As soon as Zhuang Zhou's footsteps stagnated, he turned and shouted, "presumptuous! Have you had enough!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh... Four rumors broke out, and four Yujian disciples from Huaying territory flew in and surrounded Zhuang Zhou with Sun Ping.

Their fighting spirit was not strong in Zhuang Zhou's eyes, but after all, they were all friars in the infant territory. The immortal in the eyes of mortals was first-class. Five strands of fighting spirit came under the pressure of prestige. Li Er beside Zhuang Zhou seemed to be frightened, his legs trembled, his body curled up and his face was frightened.

The three disciples laughed.

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help it anymore. For Li'er, his heart was more sympathy and pity. No matter what the world says about Li'er, he is his younger martial brother after all. Although he worshipped his master later than Li'er, he knew his master longer than Li'er. When he first entered the mixed sea, master rescheduled his seat. He was the eldest senior brother and Li'er was his junior brother. Zhuang Zhou vaguely understood that, first, Li'er was younger than him, and second, his mind was unclear. Shifu also asked him to protect and take care of Li'er. Now that master is away, how can Zhuang Zhou let younger martial brother be bullied.

His orthodoxy came from guru tiannanluo and is also the leader of the cannon fodder camp in tianchenbuzhou. In the eyes of the world, there is no sect and no integrity. But for Zhuang Zhou, from the moment he finally worshipped Luo Chuan after going through difficulties, he has secretly vowed in his heart that he will do everything to protect the dignity and glory of his school, no matter how strong the enemy is and what kind of environment he is in.

When the footsteps turned, Zhuang Zhou stood in front of Li'er.

Zhuang Zhou, who had never shot from beginning to end, did not hesitate to draw out the silver gun behind him at this moment.

"You shouldn't have forced me."

Pop! Pop! Pa

There were five sounds from the tip of the gun. Each sound fell, and the air was burst by the tip of the gun. Even the void exposed cracks, cracks and void turbulence gushed out.

The gun move was not gorgeous, nor did it have many complex changes, but at the moment Zhuang Zhou fired the gun, the siege produced a strong sense of regret in the hearts of his five young friars.

After the silver gun was swept, two disciples were knocked over to the ground, and the swords of the other three were picked up and fell to the ground. When they got up, the five second-order friars looked in horror at the gun shadow, which was like a silver dragon, full of their vision. Their heart beat to their throat, cold sweat, and the smell of death came, almost out of breath.

"That's all right?"

Zhuang Zhou picked his eyebrows, slowly put away the silver gun and hung it behind his back.

With one against five and one move against the enemy, Zhuang Zhou did not have much joy.

These five people are also the second level of Huaying, with considerable accomplishments. Defeating them is not a proud achievement for Zhuang Zhou under Luochuan gate. Not to mention the opponents whose cultivation level was much higher than that of master when he was young, even Zhou buchen and Ning Tianxing, whom Zhuang Zhou worshipped in the past, also broke through and grew up in the fight of Yue skills again and again.

What's more, Zhuang Zhou spent most of his time practicing in the Wanjie evil spirit tower. He trained with the gang of murderers in the cannon fodder camp. Such as Wang Hu, Li Xiaochen and red beard, they will not be merciful because Zhuang Zhou is Luo Chuan's disciple. On the contrary, they will lower their accomplishments when giving advice, but they will also put Zhuang Zhou in a desperate situation, so as to temper Zhuang Zhou's state of mind.

In such an environment, Zhuang Zhou will not pay attention to the friars at the same level.

"Wait a minute... Zhuang Zhou! You hurt my younger martial brother and want to go now?"

Xiao Qianyu, with a cold face, winked at the fourth level junior brother of Huaying.

Without saying a word, the disciple of the far north sect suddenly saw that the man had appeared behind Zhuang Zhou. The palm of his hand breathed the strength of returning to emptiness. His finger shadow flashed like thunder and grabbed Zhuang Zhou's shoulder.

Among the five monks who besieged him, there were four disciples of the far north sect. Who would have thought that Zhuang Zhou's strength was so strong that he defeated the enemy with one enemy and five moves, leaving the extreme north sect with no face.

There is a difference of two levels between the fourth level of Huaying and the second level of Huaying. The gap between the two levels may be easy to deal with when facing the fourth level of Huaying in Tiannan region, based on Zhuang Zhou's innate mysterious pattern and wonderful body and some hard practice in the cannon fodder camp.

But this is Tianchen Buzhou, or the north of the sea where the strong of Tianchen Buzhou run rampant. The friars here are too many stronger than the friars of the same level in Tiannan region. The disciples who can enter Beihai sanzong are also a genius.

Jibei sect disciple spared no effort to shoot this palm, not only to recover face, but also to teach this arrogant foreigner a lesson.