"Are you all sick? How many times have we told you that we are not the Immortals, let alone the Black and White Evils!"
The young man in yellow clothes was so angry that his mouth almost blistered: "Don't you have eyes? I'm wearing yellow clothes, okay? Does it have something to do with black? What do you mean by saying that you think we can't see it?! You clearly want to rob us, but you insist on giving us the name of a bandit, your ambition is obvious!"
At the head of the group, a hint of confusion flashed in the eyes of the people from Tiejiabao, but they shouted decisively: "You are Bu Jie Tian! You are both black and white! Just change your clothes and pretend that we don't know you? This is certain! Hurry up. Kneel down, and we can give you a good time later. If you dare to resist, you will suffer a lot!"
The young man in yellow took a long breath, and the look in his eyes became sharper and sharper. Finally, his whole body was like a long knife, glaring between heaven and earth, and a clean right hand slowly pressed on the knife. On the handle, he said helplessly: "Brother Ren, it seems that this battle is inevitable and inevitable."
The young man in white, who was called "Brother Ren," had an indifferent face and said: "Brother Lan, I have told you a long time ago that these people had bad intentions from the beginning, and their purpose of intercepting here was not at all. What they are arresting is not to rob the sky, but to rob us! You don’t believe it and insist on reasoning with them. If you follow my advice and go ahead and kill them all, wouldn’t it be easier? "
He smiled slightly and said: "Their eyes have always been fixed on the piece of Yin-Yang jade hanging around your waist. They told you to put it away a long time ago but you refused to listen. Do you know that you are shocked now?! "
The "Brother Lan" held the knife and smiled: "Surprised? Not so! How can a real man hide his head and tail when he is alive in the world? I would change my behavior for a bunch of young people, but I don't even bother to do it. Even if it causes more difficulties and dangers, , but I, Lan Ruojun, don’t take it seriously.”
Brother Ren smiled and said, "In that case, I, Ren Qingkuang, will accompany Brother Lan to end this battle and kill everyone."
The people from Tiejiabao on the other side shouted: "We are stubbornly resisting. Let's all come together and kill this Bu Jie Tian and the black and white evil spirits!"
Thirty or forty people swarmed forward.
The sword energy and sword light instantly soared into the sky, killing everyone!
The two sides immediately started fighting, but Lan Ruojun's sword suddenly burst into glory! Wherever the sword light passed, blood shot up into the sky, and two human heads were already flying out with the sword light.
Lan Ruojun's sword was as bright as snow, and her yellow clothes were fluttering, like a pink yellow chrysanthemum, blooming continuously in the air.
One blooms here, and another blooms there. Every time one blooms, at least two heads fall off the neck, without exception.
Beside him, Shang's cold flowing light appeared and disappeared.
The lethality of that cold stream of light is not inferior to that of the sword light. Every time it flashes, someone will be hit by the sword in the throat, and blood will spurt out in a thin stream. It will shoot straight out for several feet like a fountain, spraying continuously.
As the stream of light flashed more and more frequently, more and more people were stabbed in the throat, and the thin blood lines crisscrossing the air became more and more numerous and dense.
With such a unique sword technique, even though one is dead, the blood from the wound is still splattering, so overbearing!
Two young men, Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang, flew back and forth in this big web woven with blood, killing wantonly and ruthlessly.
However, the movements of these two people were all calm and leisurely, unhurried and unhurried, and their yellow and white clothes were always spotless.
In such a cruel battle, dense rain of blood was everywhere, but not a drop of blood was stained on the body, which was a spectacle and breathtaking.
The so-called fierce battle turned out to be a situation in which a small number led a large number. Although Tiejiabao had a large number of people, the two men, one yellow and one white, had the overall upper hand! An overwhelming advantage!
In just half a cup of tea, only seven or eight people in Tiejiabao, which had a total of thirty or forty people, were still resisting, but the overthrow was irreversible.
Yun Yang watched the battle from the shadows and said, "These two people are quite interesting, and their skills are very impressive."
Shi Wuchen sighed and said: "The people in Tiejiabao are really looking for death... We just robbed a few carts of ice silk... How could they be so blind to provoke these two murderers?"
"Are these two people famous?" Yun Yang asked.
"They are more than just a little famous. Like me, they are all rare figures belonging to the younger generation of the world. There were ten of them in total back then... but I don't know how many of them are still alive now."
Yun Yang looked at Shi Wuchen with amused eyes, and said in amusement, "Just say that you are one of the few young people in the world. Why bother bringing them two together? I know that you have profound cultivation and extraordinary talents." Man, why are you bragging like this? It's a bit much!" Shi Wuchen's old face turned red, and he was stunned for a moment, but he said with regret: "I'm afraid I can no longer compete with these two people. I was seriously injured before, and the three of them were injured. If I don’t get out of the year, I’m afraid my cultivation has been dragged down by them.”
Yun Yang asked with great interest: "You should just tell who those ten people are. The purpose of cultivating is just a temporary judgment and measurement, nothing is so absolute."
Shi Wuchen's eyes had a look of leisurely reminiscence, and he murmured: "Back then, the ten people we were named together were all young geniuses who had climbed to the rank of saint under the age of thirty. There was a widespread rumor in the world about the singing of songs. , as a compliment.”
"Of course, the main reason why the ten of us are equally famous is that all of us are no longer protected and assisted by the Tianyun Banner, or were not talented casual cultivators under the Tianyun Banner from the beginning, or were expelled from the sect. The abandoned disciples who left the sect, and the other two are simply the orphan disciples whose sect was wiped out... so they are collectively called the Ten Disciples of the Destroyed World."
"Ten talented people are disabled by nature?" Yun Yang frowned and said, "But there is a physical disability?"
"No." Shi Wuchen said indifferently: "The reason why we are named like this is because although our group of people are all geniuses with extraordinary talents and extraordinary talents, they are not disciples protected by the flag of destiny after all. , even if you are a genius, you are destined not to go very far. When a genius dies young, he is often called a cripple from heaven, or a punishment from heaven. That’s why the name of the Ten Talents of the Crippled One comes into being.”
While the two were talking, the people in Tiejiabao had all died, and there was no more survivors. Finally, before dying, the leader suddenly roared: "Remember your promise!"
Blood flew and he died.
But Lan Ruojun and Ren Qingkuang did not leave just like that. Instead, they stood with their swords in hand and looked at all directions warily.
Lan Ruojun in yellow said calmly: "May I ask whose friend is here? Since he has been here for a long time, why not show up to see him?"
Shi Wuchen was stunned when he heard this. Just as he was about to say hello, Yun Yang stretched out his hand to hold him down and said, "It wasn't us those two people found."
There was a solemn look in Yun Yang's eyes.
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