Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　 I'm not afraid of murder, 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 had no regrets.

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

　　 However, Fang Lang still wanted to kill.

　　 Lin Yun is arrogant and arrogant. It can be seen from the insult to Liu Bubai in the ring. Such a person... how crazy will the ghost know that this battle is defeated again?

　　 Therefore, Fang Lang feels that he will send you to the west first.

　　 噗嗤.

　　 drew out the sword, Lin Yun lost his vitality and fell to the ground under the rain curtain, blood and water mixed with rain water twisting.

　　 The body was evacuated from the heat, and assimilated into cold by the cold rain.

　　 Fang Lang drew out his sword and cut off Lin Yun's head to be safe.

　　 Fang Lang was relieved when he looked at Lin Yun's bloody, flesh and blood, no one intact, and the separated body.

　　 This is the first person he killed in another world, but it will definitely not be the last.

　　 Practice... It's never a turbulent thing.

　　……

　　 Chunmei Courtyard.

　　 dead silence.

　　 The only thing left is the sound of rain falling to the ground, making ripples.

　　 The burly figure stared at Lin Yun's fallen body blankly, his face was full of incredible.

　　 Lin Yun, dead.

　　 Wudan sword master, was killed by a sword apprentice...!

　　 became the victim of the collision between the two giant ships of the Jiang family and the Three Princes faction in a funny way.

　　 The burly figure was cold all over, he didn't expect this to be the result.

　　 Lin Yun vowed to win, he thought he would be stable. After all, Lin Yun's performance has been very good.

　　 Even, he was accepted by the three princes as an assistant before the scientific expedition, and hoped that the three princes had prepared a huge amount of cultivation resources for him. As long as Lin Yun emerged in the scientific expedition, he would surely soar into the sky.

　　 However, Lin Yun hadn't fly yet... he was stabbed to death.

　　 died in the small city of Luojiang, at the hands of an unknown young man who had borrowed it before.

　　 Boom!

　　 The hands of the burly figure holding the sword are shaking.

　　 "Wen Ting!"

　　 This gentleman's sword blocked him!

　　 Wen Jiaxi throws out a thin sword at will, shatters countless sword lights, and throws out the sword energy that resembles the vast stars. In the yard, countless sword energy is flying around, 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!

　　Whether it is the Sword Saint of Donglu or the Third Prince, he will not easily forgive him.

　　 "Damn boy!"

　　 The burly figure looked at Fang Lang, his eyes filled with anger, as if he wanted to swallow Fang Lang.

　　 And in the rain.

　　 Fang Lang held the Lotus Sword, glanced at the extremely angry figure, and curled his mouth.

　　It’s useless to stare, you guys are so enthusiastic that you will die from thousands of miles away, what can he do?

　　 can only choose to complete.

　　Wen Ting was actually very surprised, looking at Lin Yun, who was in a terrible state of death, and was silent for a while.

　　Secret Technique!

　　 That startling glance just now, the sword qi was blooming at the sword lotus, Fang Lang's sword, a bit like Sect Master Xuanyuan Taihua.

　　 This kid... not only did he pull out the lotus sword, he also understood the secret skills?

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

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

　　 Wen Jiaxi held the umbrella and interrupted without hesitation: "You want to laugh at me to death so that you can inherit my eight silver coin salary?"

　　 said, stepping forward.

　　 The sword in his hand was thrown out, floating on his own, there was a sword humming, shaking lightly, shattering raindrops.

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

　　 Ten-handed sword, floating in the air, the tip of the sword is hanging down, and the sword chants.

　　 has a unique connotation, spreading from Wen Ting's body, the rain all over the sky, hovering and rotating with his body.

　　 In the small courtyard, Fang Lang held his sword, his eyes widened, and he felt that the world seemed to be filled with countless sword auras.

　　 You can see countless rains turning into swords, converging towards the whole body of the study!

　　 "Four ranks of professional sword repair, sword artistic conception."

　　 Fang Lang murmured.

　　 This is the first time he has seen a sword repairman with a fourth-grade sword mood in this life.

　　 Fang Lang was dazzled, and he was full of two words.

　　 good show.

"Fang Lang is my student, and I protect him. Besides, practicing private fighting, life or death, it is clearly written on the Iron Law of the Tang Dynasty. What can you do with me? My Wen Ting is not afraid of threats in Chang'an, in Luojiang. ...What are you worthy to threaten me?"

　　 holding an umbrella, ten swords hung upside down in front of Wen Ting, as if walking in a rainy lane in a leisurely courtyard.

　　 reached out and waved slowly.

　　 Ten-handed sword, the tip of the sword was raised instantly, pointed at the burly figure, and shot out.

　　 In the process of shooting out, each sword trembled again and differentiated into a sword shadow.

　　 The burly figure has a solemn face.

　　 One man imperial sword!

　　 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 heavy sword had no edge, and he lifted the weight lightly. Facing the sky, he shot a hundred swords like wild bees flying at high speed.

　　He only has one sword.

　　 Donglu, Ba Jian.

　　 Boom! ! !

　　 Exploded loudly, countless sword auras raged, and a gust of wind swept through.

　　 The burly figure's sword was shot flying, the tiger's mouth was bloodied, and he retreated, stumbling backwards in the Chunmei courtyard, every step of the way, the bricks and stones were broken and the muddy water splashes were twisted.

　　 Wen Jiao Xi strokes his hand.

　　 The sword shot again, constantly throwing it at the burly man. The burly man was like a chicken, constantly being cut, beaten, and blood spilled.

　　 was hung up and hit!

　　 The burly man was bloody, embarrassed, gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed crazily, he stared at Wen Ting, not knowing when there was an extra talisman in his hand.

　　 suddenly crushed!

　　 There is a majestic breath on the burly figure, constantly soaring, soaring!

　　 Boom!

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

　　 There is a domineering and unparalleled sword intent pervading!

　　 Wen Ting's eyes shrunk and his face turned black: "A ray of sword aura of Donglu Sword Saint?"

　　 "It's too much."

　　 The words just fell.

　　 The sword shadow has already been cut down, and the breath of the sword aura cuts the rain around the sword shadow into the road.

　　 Wen Ting held the umbrella with one hand, and held it up.

　　 Hundred swords immediately returned with a rush of shots, stacked in front of them, and the sound of the sound resounded, turning into a sword and shield!

　　咚!

　　 The sword shadow hit the sword and 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 the energy, and it was instantly covered with fine cracks.

The Lao Fang in Tei Chikuchi hugged the screaming Oiran girl, and constantly patted the fragrant shoulders that comforted her.

　　Wen Ting is holding the umbrella, rotating the sword and shield in front of him, and under the pressure of the shadow of the sword, he slips a hundred steps on the surface of the stagnant water.

　　 The burly figure saw it, and took this opportunity to dive out instantly, breaking the wind and rain, and rushing toward the square wave holding the sword.

　　 With a big hand, the sword intent is overwhelming, and the fourth-grade sword artistic conception cannot be stopped by Fang Lang.

　　 Fang Lang only felt that the world was transformed into a cage, and the wind and rain around him became shackles.

　　 Lin Yun is dead, and the burly figure does not want to endure the anger of the Juggernaut and the Third Prince, so Fang Lang must be captured, and Fang Lang will be used for the crime!

　　 Otherwise, he will die too!

　　 Fang Lang's complexion changed slightly, but he seemed to feel something and raise his head suddenly.

　　 With a whistle, fell from the sky!

　　 The violent and domineering energy and blood scattered and impacted, and the ground rain was emptied!

　　 is like an ancient giant beast jumping off a high cliff.

　　咚!

　　 The ground trembled like a crack and a landslide.

　　 A figure stood in front of Fang Lang.

　　 The surging blood made the eyes of the burly figure suddenly shrink, and he shouted, "Zhao...Zhao Wuji!"

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

　　 Zao Wou-ki landed ~www.ltnovel.com~ At this moment, he is completely different from the honest look seen by the waves ahead.

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

　　 punched out, as if smashed into a burst of air.

　　 The smashed mouth and nose of the burly figure were all shot with blood, like a cannonball shooting backwards, ploughing the ground into huge gully.

　　 is so miserable, he has been 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 crushing box, turning it into a ray of sword light, and instantly escaped away, swiftly rushing towards the Chunmei courtyard.

　　 Zao Wou-ki is burly as a mountain. He glanced back and looked a little bewildered. After being confused, Fang Lang thoughtfully, his expression was complicated and full of apologies.

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

　　 "It's the Jiang family that tired you."

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

　　 Zao Wuji Road.

After 　　, he glanced at Lin Yun's corpse on the ground, ignoring it, and shot out, chasing after the burly figure.

　　……

　　 Luojiang City is on the quiet and unmanned main street washed by heavy rain.

　　 A carriage was moving slowly, and a copper bell hung on the eaves of the carriage, and as the carriage moved forward, it made a "jingle".

　　 The bell rang crisply, overshadowing the sound of horseshoes, wheels, wind and rain.

　　 On the main street, violent gasping and running sounds resounded endlessly, disturbing the silence of the night.

　　 is the burly figure who was badly injured by Zao Wou-ki's punch and escaped from the Chunmei courtyard with the help of maneuvers.

　　 He coughed up blood, got caught in the rain, and fled.

　　 suddenly.

　　 His footsteps stopped, his whole body stiff.

　　 The wind and rain are silent.

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

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