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Chapter 118 Flying Immortals Outside the Sky
Chapter [-]: Flying Fairy

Blood mixed with various parts, scattered on the ground.

It landed in front of Ran Yuanliang who was crawling forward.

At this moment, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and the sword in his hand was also stained with mud soaked in a lot of blood.

He was still hesitating whether he should continue to climb forward.

In the next second, he didn't need to worry about it.

Because his head fell off his body.

It was a long sword that cut off his head.

It's just that this sword is not Meng Zhen's sword.

It is a sword forged by overseas cold iron elites.

Meng Zhen frowned: "Good sword!"

Ye Gucheng withdrew his long sword: "Naturally it is a good sword."

Meng Zhen said, "Why did you kill him?"

As soon as Ye Gucheng raised his long sword, he raised Ran Yuanliang's long sword and shot it at the door frame of the inn.

"Sword, it shouldn't be in the mud."

Meng Zhen said, "But it shouldn't be on the door frame."

Ye Gucheng said: "My sword is already in my hand."

Meng Zhen nodded and said, "It seems that you are the swordsman who appeared that day."

Zhao Quan sat next to Li Sheng and Baili Huanzhu, the table was full of leftovers.

When Meng Zhen entered the inn, he realized that this person should be aiming at them.

Li Sheng asked Zhao Quan in a low voice: "Is this person from those five mountains and eighteen caves?"

Zhao Quan nodded and said, "Dingqin Mountain must be one of the five mountains."

Li Sheng said: "Looking at him, he seems to be very powerful, can Big Brother Ye handle it?"

Zhao Quan said: "Ye Gucheng is an innate realm."

Baili Huanzhu was surprised and said: "Brother Ye is actually in the innate realm. Among our senior brothers, only the senior brother, the second senior brother and the sixth senior brother are in the innate realm."

Zhao Quan turned his head to look at Meng Zhen, but he didn't expect him to come after him so quickly.

Ye Gucheng nodded and admitted directly: "Not bad."

Meng Zhen said: "I heard that your sword is very fast, so I came here to have a try."

Ye Gucheng said: "Trying my sword also requires paying a price."

Meng Zhen said: "That depends on whether you have that ability."

Ye Gucheng looked at him and said, "You said something wrong."

Meng Zhen also looked at him: "What are you talking about?"

Ye Gucheng said: "You are not a cautious person, nor are you as talkative as you say."

Meng Zhen curled his lips and said, "If that's the case, then draw your sword."

The two faced each other head-on, their hands already on the hilt of their swords.

The other people in the inn had already seen that something was wrong, and ran out of the inn before the two fought.

Only a few Jianghu people with decent self-sufficiency did not run out, but hid aside, planning to watch a good show.

After all, Meng Zhen is a very famous master in Qidi.

To the west of Jinyang, the swordsmanship is the first.

This sentence may be a little watery, but it can also prove Meng Zhen's strength.

In the arena, no matter whether it is a good reputation or a notorious reputation, it always needs strength to make a foundation.

The Five Mountains and Eighteen Caves may not be as good as the Qishan School, but they have been able to fight against the Qishan School for so many years, and there are not many innate masters among them.

Meng Zhen is one of them.

This is why Ye Gucheng stood up.

Zhao Quan would not pay attention to people below innate.

But if he was innate, Zhao Quan would not be sure.

Even though he now possesses the two unique skills of Paiyunzhang and Tianshuangquan, there is still an insurmountable gap between acquired and innate.

This is not something that can make up for it.

After entering the inn, Meng Zhen made a total of two shots. Even if Zhao Quan didn't understand swordsmanship, he could tell that Meng Zhen's swordsmanship was not bad.

There is a large space around Ye Gucheng and Meng Zhen.

Even though the innkeeper felt distressed, he had no choice but to hide and shiver, hoping that the two of them could restrain themselves and not destroy too many things in his shop.

Zheng!
Sword, unsheathed.

Such as clusters of flowers, such as falling waterfalls of stars.

In an instant, all the eyes staring at the two were left with endless sword light.

No one knew how many swords Meng Zhen had unleashed at this instant.

Every sword light contains the innate sword gang that can open gold and crack stones.

Ye Gucheng still didn't move, his pale hand was still tightly gripped on the hilt of the sword.

Sword light shrouded.

If it was said that Meng Zhen had only used his sword twice, it would only make people admire his speed.

That sword is to make people feel powerless, and make people tremble.

It makes people seem to be front, back, left, and right, only to feel that the whole world has been filled with fierce sword light.

There is no way to escape, no way to avoid, no way to block, no way to break.

When Jian Guang approached Ye Gucheng, his hand stopped.

His sword came out of its sheath.

A sword.

Ye Gucheng also only made one sword.

When the sword came out, it seemed that it also took his body out.

At this moment, no one could tell where his people were and where his sword was.

It seems that his person has become his sword, and his sword has also become his person.

The white clothes fluttered, and Ye Gucheng volleyed down, like a banished immortal descending from the sky.

Like the blue sky and white clouds, flawless and innocent.

The sword light is brilliant and fast, without change, not even the back move, all the skill of the whole body is integrated into this sword, no change is sometimes the best change.

When the sword was struck from Ye Gucheng's hand, Meng Zhen's expression changed.

First, his pupils shrank suddenly, full of horror.

Then the muscles began to twitch uncontrollably.

In the end, the whole face even looked a little distorted.

He finally knew what an unbreakable sword technique is.

No one can describe the perfection of this sword.

This is like a swordsmanship that is not in the world.

The sword light that filled the sky was shattered.

It turned into little bits of starlight, and then disappeared without a trace.

Between heaven and earth, there is only one sword left.

Ye Gucheng's sword.

Tick ​​tick
On the tip of the sword, blood gathered, and then dripped down, forming a blood line.

Meng Zhen's blood.

At some point, Ye Gucheng's sword pierced his throat.

Go in from the front and break out from the back of the neck.

Dang!

Meng Zhen's sword fell to the ground.

The sword in his heart also fell to the ground.

With a wry smile, thick blood slipped uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.

There is no longer horror in his eyes, but full of longing and relief.

"A good sword, it really is a good sword"

The sword is put away and returned to the sheath.

Ye Gucheng's complexion was still pale.

The hand that he put the sword back into its sheath was also pale.

But his words were not pale: "This is a good sword."

Bang!
The corpse fell to the ground, like his sword.

Like the only other people left in the inn, Li Sheng and Baili Huanzhu were dumbfounded.

After a while, Baili Huanzhu murmured: "Brother Ye's sword!"

Zhao Quan said from the side: "This sword is called Tianwai Feixian."

In the arena, fame and fortune are always inseparable.

Some people plan their lives for profit, while others run around for the rest of their lives.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, it is inevitable to compare yourself.

To the west of Jinyang, Meng Zhen, the No. 1 swordsmanship, is undoubtedly very famous in Qidi.

It has also been approved by most people.

Because most of those who did not recognize him had died under his sword.

Those who can kill with a sword will inevitably die by the sword of others in the end.

Meng Zhen also died, in an unknown small inn.

But the sword that killed him inherited his fame.

The words "Flying Immortal Outside the Sky" have been heard by more and more people in Qidi.

Anyone who is a master of swords, there is no one who does not want to experience it. This is like a sword that is flawless and spotless in the blue sky and white clouds.

But at the same time, no one is willing to really face this sword.

(End of this chapter)