Eternal Gate

Next month.

Zhao Yun limped, covered his old waist with one hand, and wiped his nosebleed with the other.

"What a tough body."

"What a domineering brute force."

Along the way, he was grinning and tongue-in-cheek, really underestimating the background of daydreaming, the true essence of immobility is so strong, if the true essence is moved, he has no chance of winning.

Unless, use explosive symbols to explode.

How do you say it! Go down in a stack, it's all right.

"Master."

Yang Dawu came out, one left and one right.

"Keep it light."

Going back to the Bingpu and seeing daydreams again, he only felt that his whole body hurts. This little girl's film is so cruel! Almost crippled him.

"Give me money." Daydream stretched out his hand.

"I am willing to bet and lose." Zhao Yun took out a piece of ingot, but was peeping in secret. The little money fan must have a special bloodline, but looking from the outside, it is not surprising, but her explosive power is unimaginable.

The same is a special bloodline.

This little girl is much bigger than the little black fat man.

I just don't know which one is stronger than Youlan.

Thinking of Youlan, he felt that his whole body was unnatural. After the girl ran away, he could fly. Its true essence was not only majestic, but also very violent. It was a fight against daydreaming. Naturally, it was blood and blood. Duel.

"Can't fight yet."

The little girl hugged the ingot and smiled.

"Wash and sleep!"

Zhao Yun coughed a bit of old blood, and leaned on the wall to walk away. Beat your sister! If you hit it again, it will kill me. Where's the evildoer, let's go!

Before leaving, he glanced at the old man Mai.

The old man, who is holding his hands and laughing? Looking straight at his hands itchy.

Comfortable.

The old man Mai did not say a word, but his expression clearly showed these two words, or the same sentence, as long as Zhao Yun is deflated, he will be inexplicably sour.

It turns out that daydreaming has a long face.

Zhao Yun closed his eyes and took a sigh of relief. The big word on his face is still very upright. Those who play daydreaming can't do it hard. The eighth realm of the small fortune fan can probably compete with Xuanyang. Of hard steel.

"You can't fight."

Below, daydreaming with big eyes flashing, looked at the people in the garden.

"Tonight, the weather is good."

The people in the yard, Quandang didn’t hear them. They were as sturdy as reckless, without warning, let alone other people. No one could hold the fist of daydreaming. Obviously it was not an ordinary martial artist. , You have to be prepared for hemiplegia, look at Zhao Yun, it is a **** example.

Hehehe!

Daydream ran away, holding the piece of ingot, happy.

Really, a little money fan.

The people at the Bingpu felt deeply about this, that little girl, except eating and sleeping, most of the time, she counts money, and she counts it many times.

Zhao Yun felt uncomfortable this night.

God knows how many veins and veins were broken, too many bones.

Fortunately, he has Washing Marrow Yijin Jing.

After training for the whole night, when I wake up early in the morning, I am alive and kicking again.

Reckless, they looked surprised.

I had known that Zhao Yun could cultivate, and his strength was not bad. He was so miserable yesterday that he could recover so quickly, and his recovery was too fast.

"Xiao Wu."

"Master."

"Buy me a map, the bigger the better." Zhao Yun said. So far, he doesn't know which one is marked on Lone Wolf’s treasure map. There is no route, only topographic maps. You need to find maps one by one. Correct.

"Go!"

Wu Er was very diligent, took the silver, and trot all the way.

After he left, Zhao Yun danced with his sword.

His body is elegant, his sword skills are exquisite, and his sword aura is radiant. Pieces of fallen leaves were cut in half by him, and each piece was cut quite neatly.

Squeak!

The old man Mai did not know when he left the door, leaning on the railing and overlooking.

Zhao Yun used the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art.

This trick was passed to Zhao Yun before, or he lost to Zhao Yun, so a thick stack of explosive charms, anyone will be guilty of seeing it!

Blame him, too careless.

In just a few days, Zhao Yun was able to comprehend the sword tactics so thoroughly, even if he saw it, he couldn't help but sigh, the old predecessor's apprentice, he is really talented.

Eh?

The daydream also went out of the room. Xu didn't wake up, but he came out with rubbing his eyes. Seeing Zhao Yun lively and vigorously, I can't help but be surprised. Is it all right so soon?

It's really extraordinary.

The little girl murmured in her heart, at least the resilience is the leverage.

There are also Shenfa, which is very mysterious.

"Beat him and give you a piece of ingot." The old man in Mai laughed.

Ingots?

Hearing these two words, the little girl instantly lost sleep and jumped out.

The old man Mai stretched out his hand and brought him back again.

After she was done, she saw a talisman, which was attached to her back. This talisman was so strange that it could seal the cultivation base, and the daydream of the eightfold realm suddenly became a single realm.

So, it's fair to fight Zhao Yun!

Go to the eighth stage to fight the first stage, Zhao Yun will lose miserably.

After all, he wants to watch the same level battle.

I also want to see if it is Zhao Yunqiang or a small fortune fan in the same level competition.

Zheng!

Daydreaming didn't care, Ti Jianjian jumped down to the second floor, without a second word, attacked on the spot, and at a glance, Zhao Yun used the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art.

"Come."

Zhao Yun let out a big laugh, and he couldn't ask for it if there was someone to train.

lb! lb! lb!

The sound of the collision between the sword and the sword is still pleasing to the ear, and sparks are generated. All swords are used, and the cultivation level is the same.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Zhao Yun's body is strange and ethereal, and his sword skills are pure.

Look at the small money fans, it is not built.

Her swordsmanship seems to be more mysterious, with a light body, like a tiger with wings, the sword shadows are like her afterimages, sometimes scattered and sometimes overlapping.

"Good swordsmanship."

Zhao Yun couldn't help being amazed. The little money fan is not only physically strong, brutal and domineering, but also superb swordsmanship. The sons of the big clan are extraordinary, and the swordsmanship he is proud of has been restrained everywhere in the competition.

"With the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art, I can't beat her."

The old man in Mai said leisurely, and said to Zhao Yun.

This has its own profound meaning, which means that you can change to other routines, for example, the secret technique your master teaches you will also open the old man's eyes.

Zhao Yun knew his mind.

It is nothing more than trying to find the source from his tricks, and inferring the identity of his master, this is the real purpose of the old man.

As for who wins, the old man doesn't care.

Zhao Yun ignored him. In addition to the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art, he did know other sword techniques, which were passed down by his ancestors of the Zhao family. However, it was far inferior to the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art, which could not win, let alone his Zhao family. Of swordsmanship.

He wants to use the master to teach.

The problem is that Moon God never taught him sword skills before he fell asleep.

Of course, he may not lose.

Sword moves are dead, people are alive, and the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art is restrained from death to death, but after the change, it's hard to say, it's nothing more than a trick!

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sound was piercing, and his swordsmanship was quite wonderful. Looking at the moves and styles, they seemed to have changed a lot, deviating bit by bit from the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art.

"Excellent!"

The old man in Mai murmured, as a spectator, as a Ksitigarbha realm, how can he not see how high his vision is, Zhao Yun's quick change made him ashamed and astonished, a touch of sword light seemed to flash the way of the sword meaning.

It is better to say that he is outstanding than he is talented.

Seeing tricks and dismantling tricks, there are many changes, no tricks of swordsmanship, with its own mysterious meaning, coupled with his mysterious body, he is dazzled.

"What a weird kid."

The Xiaocai fan murmured, it was clear that she was restraining the Heavenly Thunder Sword Art, but now, Zhao Yun's sword move has been taken apart by Zhao Yun, and there is no advantage.

With a fight, Zhao Yun made a more showy operation.

During the duel, he actually closed his eyes, comprehending the sword while fighting, defensive or offensive, everything was orderly, and his moves were even more outstanding.

"This....."

The old man in Mai stood up straight and couldn't help but grabbed his hand. In his eyes, the young master of the Zhao family had more than enchanting talents. He was simply against the sky, and he was distracted by the small fortune fans. Zhao Yun blocked every sword just right; Every sword was dismantled invisible and invisible, and all the swords that were attacked away were slanted swords. It was as terrible as a pipe dream, and it was more flustered and frequently caught off guard.

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

Zhao Yun smiled slightly, Wu Jian Wu's state of mind was sublimated, as if he was the sword, and the sword was him. The sword intent obtained in this way is truly mysterious.

The legendary human sword is one?

Zhao Yun murmured, as if he had forgotten the duel, and he no longer insisted on sword moves.

"What freak."

Xiaocai's eyes looked strange. The initial restraint made her defeat all the way. How could this true spirit boy get stronger and stronger?

"If it is strong, it will be strong." The old man in Mai sighed.

Talent! It's really a good thing.

And Zhao Yun's fighting mood was far beyond his expectation. With only one layer of true spiritual realm, he has such resilience and already possesses the roots of wisdom as a strong person.

Zheng! Zheng!

As Zhao Yun opened his eyes, his offensive was quite fierce, with thunder and lightning in the sword, swords and thunder intertwined, swordsmanship and sword intent danced together, an ordinary sword, in fact, was unpredictable, and small fortune fans were shocked. color.

Defeated, she was defeated all the way.

It's not that her swordsmanship is not sophisticated enough, it's the one who is too enchanting on the opposite side, but it's her who sticks to the rules, all moves are broken, and every sword is defeated.

lb!

With one hit, Daydreaming swept back.

Zheng!

Zhao Yun was strong, his body was astonishing, almost invisible, thunder helped the wind, and the wind helped Lei Wei, the sword pierced the air, and the mighty drove the dry.

Xiaocai fan frowned.

She seemed to be unable to stop this sword, the sword power was too strong, so strong that she was in a daze, and she seemed to have lost sight of Zhao Yun. She saw a dazzling sword light and an invisible sword intent that made her body sting inexplicably. .

The old man Mai also frowned.

Zhao Yun's sword is obviously a killer, and its power is extraordinary. The little money fan has lost his mind. In such circumstances, if Zhao Yun can't take it back if he doesn't respond, it's really possible that a daydream will be eliminated with a single sword. It's not a joke.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded harshly, and when the tip of the sword was only an inch away from the center of Daydream's eyebrows, Zhao Yun's sword stopped, the light of the sword was condensed, and the sword intent disappeared instantly.

He took the sword.

Daydream's face was quite pale, and Zhao Yun had to stop it.

"The old man still underestimated you."

The old man in Mai shook his tongue secretly. With such a strong sword power and such a strong sword intent, the kid could actually hold it, and, with such precision, he would definitely not be able to do it unless he had an extremely high understanding of the sword. .