Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

I'm not afraid of killing people, I'm just afraid of trouble.

Fang Lang once said.

Although he knew that killing Lin Yun would definitely cause a lot of trouble, he has no regrets.

Because Lin Yun threatened him with Lao Fang, even though Lin Yun didn't hurt Lao Fang at all, and even let the oiran accompany him.

However, Fang Lang still wanted to kill.

Lin Yun is rebellious and arrogant. It can be seen from the bullying of Liu Bubai in the ring. Such a person... who knows how crazy he will be after losing this battle again?

Therefore, Fang Lang felt that he would send you back to the west first.

Pooh.

Pulling out the sword, Lin Yun's body, which had lost all vitality, fell limply to the ground under the rain, and the blood mixed with the rain was twisting.

The body was sucked out of heat, and was assimilated into ice cold by the icy rain.

Fang Lang drew out his sword, and beheaded Lin Yun just to be on the safe side.

Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief seeing Lin Yun's bloody and bloody body, with no part intact, and his body and head separated.

This was the first person he killed in another world, but it definitely wouldn't be the last.

Practice... has never been a romantic thing.

...

Chunmei Courtyard.

Dead silence.

There was only the sound of rippling rainwater hitting the ground.

The burly figure stared blankly at Lin Yun's fallen body, his face was filled with disbelief.

Lin Yun is dead.

A fifth-tier sword master was...killed by a swordsman!

In a ridiculous way, he became the victim of the collision between the two giant ships of the Jiang family and the faction of the third prince.

The burly figure was cold all over, he did not expect such a result.

Lin Yun swears that he will win. He thinks that he will be sure. After all, Lin Yun's performance all the time has been very good.

Even before the scientific examination, he was accepted by the third prince as an aide, and the third prince has prepared a huge amount of cultivation resources for him. As long as Lin Yun emerges in the scientific examination, he is bound to soar into the sky.

However, before Lin Yun could fly...he was stabbed to death.

Died in the small town of Luojiang, at the hands of a boy who was still unknown before.

boom!

The hand of the burly figure holding the sword was trembling.

"Wen Ting!"

It was this gentleman's sword that stopped him!

Wen Jiaoxi threw out a thin sword at will, shattered countless sword lights, and threw out sword energy as bright as the vast stars. Countless sword energy scattered in the courtyard, bursting every drop of raindrops.

The burly figure took a step back, his face full of pain.

Lin Yun is dead, he must be punished!

Neither Donglu Sword Master nor the Third Prince would forgive him easily.

"Damn kid!"

The burly figure looked at Fang Lang, his eyes were full of anger, as if he wanted to swallow Fang Lang.

And in the rain.

Fang Lang leaned on the lotus sword, glanced at the extremely angry figure, and pouted.

It's useless to stare at him, it's you who are extremely enthusiastic and have traveled thousands of miles to die, what can he do?

Can only choose to be fulfilled.

Wen Ting was also very surprised. Seeing Lin Yun's tragic death, he was silent for a while.

Cheats!

The startled glance just now, the sword energy bursting into the sword lotus, and Fang Lang's sword strike was a bit like Xuanyuan Taihua, the suzerain of Jianshu Sect.

This kid... not only pulled out the Liansheng Sword, but also comprehended the secret technique?

Haven't heard that you can buy one get one free?

"Wen Ting! Leave him to me, otherwise..." The burly figure gritted his teeth, his face a bit ferocious.

Holding an umbrella, Wen Jiaoxi interrupted without hesitation: "Are you trying to laugh at me to death so that you can inherit my teaching salary of eight silver coins?"

As he spoke, he walked forward.

The sword in his hand was thrown, and he was suspended, there was a sword buzzing, trembling lightly, shattering the raindrops.

Wen Jiaoxi stretched out his hand, and the sword turned into ten.

Ten swords were suspended in the air, with the tips of the swords hanging down to the ground, bursting out sword groans.

There is a unique implication spreading from Wen Ting's body, and the rainwater all over the sky is circling with his body.

In the small courtyard, Fang Lang leaned on his sword and stared wide-eyed, feeling that the world was filled with countless sword qi for a moment.

You can see countless rainwater turning into swords and gathering towards Wen Jiaoxi's body!

"Fourth grade sword repair profession, sword artistic conception."

Fang Lang murmured.

This is the first time in his life that he has seen a sword cultivator with a fourth-grade sword artistic conception make a move.

Fang Lang was dazzled by the sight, and only two words filled his mind.

So coquettish.

"Fang Lang is my student, so I protect him. Besides, practicing private fights, life and death are irrelevant. It is clearly written in the Iron Law of the Tang Dynasty. What can you do to me? My Wen Ting is not afraid of threats in Chang'an, but in Luojiang ... What are you, worthy of threatening me?"

Holding an umbrella, Wen Ting hangs ten swords upside down in front of him, like walking in a rainy alley in a leisurely courtyard.

Stretch out your hand and wave it slowly.

The ten swords raised their tips in an instant, pointed at the burly figure, and shot out.

In the process of rushing out, each sword trembled again to form sword shadows, one turning into ten, ten turning into a hundred.

The burly figure looked solemn.

One person controls a hundred swords!

This is the pinnacle of the fourth-grade sword artistic conception!

The burly figure did not retreat, the sword in his hand was raised, the epee had no front, and he lifted the weight as if it were light, facing the hundreds of swords flying all over the sky like wild bees flying at high speed.

He has only one sword.

Donglu, Bajian.

boom! ! !

The explosion exploded, countless sword qi raged, and a strong wind swept across.

The sword of the burly figure was bounced off, the tiger's mouth was stained with blood, and he backed out, staggering back in the Chunmei courtyard, every step he stepped on, the bricks and stones were smashed to pieces, causing muddy water splashes.

Teacher Wen flicked his hand.

The sword shot again, and it was constantly thrown at the burly man. The burly man was like a drowned chicken, constantly being cut, slapped, and blood splattered.

He was hung up and beaten!

The burly man was dripping with blood, he was in a state of embarrassment, he gritted his teeth, his eyes flickered with madness, he stared at Wen Ting, and at some point there was an extra talisman in his hand.

Crushed violently!

There is a majestic aura on the burly figure, soaring, soaring!

boom!

The lonely night was cut open, and a huge sword shadow seemed to appear in the entire Luojiang City.

There is a faint overbearing and unparalleled sword intent pervading!

Wen Ting's eyes narrowed and his face darkened: "A ray of sword energy from the Donglu Sword Master?"

"It's too much."

The words just fell.

The sword shadow has already been cut down, and the breath of the sword energy has cut the rainwater around the sword shadow.

Wen Ting held the umbrella in one hand, while raising his hand to hold it.

Immediately, the hundred swords shot back, stacked in front of him, clanging sound resounded, and turned into a sword shield!

Boom!

The sword shadow hit the sword shield.

A circle of white waves scattered in all directions.

The entire Chunmei Courtyard seemed to be turned upside down, the pavilion was swept by energy, and instantly covered with fine cracks.

The old Fang in the pavilion hugged the screaming oiran girl, and kept patting and comforting her fragrant shoulders.

While Wen Ting was holding an umbrella, the sword and shield in front of him were spinning, and against the pressure of the sword shadow, he slid back a hundred steps on the surface of the stagnant water.

Seeing this, the burly figure took this opportunity to swoop out instantly, smashing through the wind and rain, and rushed towards Fang Lang who was leaning on the sword.

Grasping it with a big hand, the sword intent was overwhelming, and the artistic conception of the fourth-grade sword was not something Fang Lang could stop.

Fang Lang only felt that the world had turned into a cage, and the wind and rain around him had become shackles.

Lin Yun was dead, and the burly figure didn't want to bear the anger of the Juggernaut and the Third Prince, so he had to capture Fang Lang and use Fang Lang to take the blame!

Otherwise, he will die too!

Fang Lang's complexion changed slightly, but he seemed to sense something suddenly raised his head.

With a roar, it fell from the sky!

The violent and domineering energy and blood scattered in all directions, and the rainwater on the ground was emptied one after another!

It's like an ancient monster jumping off a high cliff.

Boom!

The ground trembled like a landslide.

A figure stood in front of Fang Lang.

The surge of energy and blood made the burly figure suddenly constrict his eyes, and shouted loudly: "Zhao...Zhao Wou-ki!"

Fang Lang really has a deep connection with the Jiang family!

Zhao Wou-ki landed, and at this moment he was completely different from the simple and honest appearance Fang Lang had seen before.

The sharp eyes are full of oppression, and the surging blood is sweeping!

Swing out with a punch, as if smashing out a burst of air waves.

The burly figure's smashed mouth and nose were full of blood, like shells shot backwards, plowing out huge gullies on the ground.

What a miserable person, being beaten all the time.

The burly figure was in a pool of blood, full of despair, and crushed the life-saving talisman at the bottom of the box, turning into a ray of sword light, fleeing away in an instant, and quickly fled towards the outside of Chunmei's small courtyard.

Zao Wou-ki was as tall as a mountain. He glanced back and was a little confused. Fang Lang, who was confused and thoughtful after being confused, had a complicated expression and was full of apology.

"Miss is worried about you, let me rush over."

"It's the Jiang family who got you involved."

"Don't be afraid, there will be justice and compensation for you."

Zhao Wuji said.

Afterwards, he glanced at Lin Yun's body on the ground, ignored it, and shot out, chasing after the burly figure.

...

On the quiet and deserted main street of Luojiang City washed by torrential rain.

A carriage moved slowly, and a copper bell was hung on the eaves of the carriage. As the carriage moved forward, it made a crisp "ding bell".

The ringing of the bell was crisp, overshadowing the sound of horseshoes, wheels, and wind and rain.

On the main street, the sound of violent breathing and running resounded endlessly, disturbing the dead silence of the night.

It was the burly figure who was seriously injured by Zhao Wuji's punch and escaped from the small courtyard of Chunmei with the help of the escape talisman.

He coughed up blood, drenched in the rain, and fled.

Suddenly.

His steps stopped, his whole body stiffened.

The wind and rain are silent.

In front of him, the carriage also stopped, only ten feet away from him.

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