She draws her sword now, but she is full of reluctance.

She is already reluctant to die, she is nostalgic for this world and has expectations.

However, her sword should be drawn to protect the important person in her heart!

Clang~

The sound of the sword coming out of the scabbard, the buzzing sound of the sword, is shocking.

Zhuo Bufan was in fear, the third prince was trembling, and everyone was pale.

"This sword...is this Roujianyou's sword?"

"Death is evolving... my life is over."

"It's over, it's over, I, I, I don't want to die!"

The Da Zhou royal family and the children of the Zhuo clan wept bitterly because of fear.

When the sword comes out, they will die!

As if this is the law of death!

Zhuo Bufan commanded in horror: "Come on, come on for me!"

The Sword Spirit, who can be attracted by the ultimate swordsmanship, seems to hear no sound at this time, and stays in the same place stupidly.

The sword has been pulled to the end, the momentum has been completed, and the sword energy of the soft and worry filled the entire space.

A plain and unremarkable white sword light suddenly appeared, and an indescribable sense of oppression appeared in everyone's heart.

She, can swing that sword!

A look of firmness flashed across Rou Jianyou's eyes, and in the next second, she would completely pull out the plain sword and cut out that sword.

"Su Jian, come out..."

Sword, coming out!

pat.

The next second, with a click, the plain white sword light disappeared.

The sword qi that filled the sky disappeared, and the peak sword qi disappeared...

Rou Jianyou was holding the plain sword as if it had never been sheathed, her eyes full of doubts and confusion.

Moreover, this scene is very familiar.

She turned to look.

Sure enough!

Behind him, Bai Youran looked at her with a smile, still keeping the gesture of reaching out to pat her sword hilt.

Rou Jianyou's eyes widened, and she said in puzzlement, "Junior brother, you..."

Boom!

The next second, Rou Jianyou felt dark in front of her...

An Qiu hugged Roujianyou's boneless body, which had fainted, and gently placed it on the ground behind her.

"Sleep well for a while, Senior Sister Rou Jianyou."

What she did, An Bei saw it all.

He knew that Rou Jianyou would definitely pay a huge price when the Su Jian came out, even his life would be in danger.

But how could he let Rou Jianyou draw a sword for him?

So, he has to stand up now.

Everyone watched in amazement as they personally interrupted Roujianyou's sword and stunned Roujianyou's Bai Youran.

Their hearts were full of wonder.

After Zhuo Bufan was stunned, he laughed: "Hahaha, I didn't expect Rou Jianyou to have a pig teammate!"

"Don't think that if you are wagging your tail and begging for pity now, I will let you go!"

"Anyway, you and Rou Jianyou have to die today!"

Rou Jianyou's sword was interrupted, and Bai Youran, who was full of chance, was in front of him, and the third prince no longer hid.

"Brother Zhuo, solve Roujian's worries first, and then we will distribute the opportunities."

Although Rou Jianyou has fainted, her deterrent power is too great.

It left a huge shadow on everyone.

Therefore, as soon as the third prince came out, he had to solve Roujian's worries first!

The situation was like a roller coaster, and Zhuo Bufan was extremely excited: "come here, catch them all for me!"

The remaining Zhuo disciples looked at Rou Jianyou who fell to the ground with resentment.

No one has ever made them so humiliated.

We must let this Rou Jian worry die in order to relieve the hatred!

"Catch Bai Youran first, he's only in the early stage of Jindan, and he can't be our opponent!"

"Hmph, it would be too cheap for this Rou Jianyou to die so easily!"

"It's time to refine Rou Jianyou and Bai Youran into corpse slaves, and serve as cows and horses for our brothers for 10,000 years!"

The children of the Zhuo Clan walked over with a grin.

Looking at An Beibui and Rou Jianyou's eyes, it was like looking at two dead people.

"What the **** is the first person ever!"

"Kneel down for me!"

Having said that, these people directly attacked Bai Youran.

The direction of the sword, and the target of Dao Fa, are An Bu's belly.

Obviously, we want to get rid of him first.

An Buu shook his head gently, a tinge of scarlet appeared in his eyes.

Boom!

An explosion sounded.

The strong sword qi spreads all over the place, setting off a sword qi storm.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"Ah, ah, my hands, my feet..."

"My golden elixir..."

In that sword qi storm, the wailing and cries were so terrifying and terrifying.

Pieces of limbs cut off by the sword energy flew out and scattered on the ground.

The blood stained the sword qi storm, and a blood mist filled it.

After the sword qi weakened, the Zhuo clan's children, either mutilated, abolished, or dead, fell to the ground one by one on the ground full of blood.

That sword energy storm is not like the power possessed by Jindan in the early stage.

It's even more terrifying than the double-knife Liuroujianyou!

Zhuo Bufan and the third prince looked at An Bufan in astonishment.

I saw An Buu on the field, fluttering white clothes, peerless beauty, standing with a long sword, such a graceful and beautiful man.

He retained the posture of swinging his sword out, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a familiar bloodthirsty smile.

Indifferently looked at the mourning Zhuo disciples.

"I'm not pretending anymore, I'm going to showdown..."

Chapter 209: The Cultivation of the Crippled is a Traditional Art

The sword qi storm instantly crushed the disciples of the Zhuo clan without any resistance.

All have lost their fighting power, and can no longer march towards Anbu.

And at this moment, Anor, who caused all this, erupted with a powerful aura centered on him, and spread to all directions.

This aura is ferocious, powerful, and full of murderous aura, which makes people terrified.

Everyone who was stunned looked at it.

I saw that behind the **** field, there was still Bai Youran, a handsome and unparalleled young man in white.

It's just that at this moment, he no longer has the pure smile of Bai Youran, a good boy from before.

He slightly raised his head forty-five degrees, looked down with his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a touch of cruelty and pleasure.

His breath is still soaring, and the pressure released is getting bigger and bigger.

Like a peerless devil crawling out of hell.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, Bai Youran is as terrifying as a nightmare.

"How can it be……"

"Middle stage of Jindan, late stage of Jindan, peak of Jindan, half-step Nascent Soul..."

The third prince felt the realm of that powerful aura and frowned.

"He is Bai Youran, hiding so deeply!"

"However, even so, he's just a person!"

"There are still so many of us. Brother Zhuo and I are also at the peak of the Golden Core Stage, half-step Nascent Soul!"

"What's more, isn't it easy for the Sword Spirit to kill him for a mere amount of Bai Youran?"

The third prince forcibly suppressed the unease in his heart and comforted himself.

He turned his head and suggested to Zhuo Bufan: "As soon as the sword spirit is on, Bai Youran will die. Brother Zhuo, what do you think..."

He didn't finish his words, because in his eyes, Zhuo Bufan was trembling.

When he sensed that familiar aura, Zhuo Bufan's face was pale.

There was an uncontrollable fear in his heart, but also a surge of extreme anger.

This feeling of fear and anger seems familiar!

Zhuo Bufan has only felt it in a certain person!

That is Ann!

"It's him, it must be him..."

His mood gradually got out of control. He pointed at An Buu and gave Sword Spirit a roaring order: "Kill him! Kill him for me!"

The emotionless white figure obeyed the order and flew towards Anbu with a sword.

The sword qi was like a rainbow, and he slashed to the head.

The sword energy like a long river rolled in.

An Bei's hand shook, and an exquisite long sword with a blue lotus pattern appeared.

"Qinglian swordsmanship."

She fluttered lightly in front of her.

After possessing the heart of kendo, the law of ten thousand swords, and the visionary young sword emperor.

An otherwise could use the Qinglian swordsmanship to 200% of its power.

When this sword came out, it cut off the sword spirit's long river of sword energy.

and advance...

Dangdang!