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"Chi Ye, come with me...com" Lan Yingluo, who had a pretty and gloomy face, waved to Chi Ye after finishing her class in a depressing atmosphere...

Blue Star Courtyard is located on the side peak of Xiyuan Mountain. There is a prominent stone platform on the side of the mountainside. Few people disturb it here. It is a fixed place for Zhuangyi to practice.

Lan Yingluo, who was angry, felt a strong aura from afar and couldn't help but be shocked.

"This breath is definitely not a low-level warrior."

She was born with a superb spiritual sense and was extremely sensitive to qi, no less than that of a congenital strong man. She instantly judged the true strength of that man.

She felt a little surprised and confused. She calmed down and walked forward quietly.

The boxing wind is swaying, and the true energy is ubiquitous. The figure on the platform looks ordinary, but the power is quite amazing.

"It's him really."

At first glance, Lan Yingluo's eyes shot out a cold light, "He clearly has the strength of a middle-grade warrior, but he pretended to be a low-grade warrior, and was afraid of having bad intentions..."

"who?"

Zhuang Yi, who was practicing boxing, suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart. He knew that someone was peeping and shouted loudly.

"snort!"

Lan Yingluo snorted coldly, bounced up, and stabbed his right finger with a single finger. A silver sword light burst out naturally, shooting towards Zhuang Yi in the field.

"Sword Qi." Feeling the amazingly powerful aura, Zhuang Yi was shocked. He dared not take it forward. His body moved several feet and avoided it.

"Huh?" Lan Yingluo in the air exclaimed lightly, but he didn't expect that he could avoid this sword point. Don't look at her ease in lifting weight, in fact, this sword point consumed one-fifth of her true energy.

She practiced an extremely special and rare martial art. Although it is only eighth grade, its power is so powerful that it cannot even match many seventh grade martial arts.

The most precious thing about the eighth-grade martial art of the gold system is that it can allow a warrior to have a sword light.

Looking at the place where the sword energy hit the ground, a pit of ten centimeters appeared. Zhuang Yi's face looked ugly. The true energy came out of the body is a sign of the innate strong man, and the martial artist could barely do it, but it should never appear on a warrior.

"Teacher Lan, why did you launch a sneak attack suddenly?" Zhuang Yi's voice was a little gloomy.

Lan Yingluo had a trace of solemnity in his eyes, and he asked without answering. "What kind of body technique are you doing?"

Zhuang Yi stared at her with bright eyes, and after a while, he said, "Cun Move."

"What a tiny move, how many ranks?" Lan Yingluo's eyes burst out with a lust. Her gentle and graceful temperament immediately swept away, and her whole person turned into a sharp sword that was unsheathed, revealing its sharpness.

Zhuang Yi's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly remembered the other party's name. "The "Lost Cherry Sword" was indeed not for nothing. "No grade, the disciples are thinking randomly, can they enter the eyes of Master Lan?"

"You created it yourself?" This incredible thing made Lan Yingluo's face stunned, and his aura had a hint of stagnation.

Chance!

Zhuang Yi moved, and as soon as he took action, he was the strongest martial arts, "Shipo".

Lan Yingluo's heart was shaking. Before the fist came, his whole body was covered by the fist wind, and there was no dead corner. This "stone-breaking" had been trained to the level of perfection.

Only fight hard.

In an instant, Lan Yingluo realized that he pointed at the halberd again, and the sword energy was ignited. The powerful martial art "Silver Moon Sword Light" condensed a sword light that was twice as big as before.

At a glance at the blue shirt on Zhuang Yi's body, she felt soft and she took back some of her true energy.

In the midst of this hesitation, the two forces collided together, and the extremely sharp sword light tore the "stone-breaking" fist force apart, and directly took the opponent's fist.

"I will take you one hand." Lan Yingluo finally couldn't bear to hurt his life. No matter what the Yizhuang's hidden strength lurked in the Xiyuan Sect had any plans, he would be handed over to the elders in the Sect to deal with it.

When the sword light was about to reach Zhuang Yi's fist, she suddenly saw a strange smile on the corner of Zhuang Yi's mouth.

Before she could figure out what the meaning of his smile was, she heard a "ding" sound, and the sword light hit an extremely hard object, and she could no longer make any progress.

Lan Yingluo was shocked. No matter what, she could not imagine that her invincible sword energy could not penetrate the fist of a person who was not as strong as hers.

At this moment, a huge fist, with a fierce gale, was already coming.

With a "click", Zhuang Yi's punch was merciless and hit her left shoulder. The shoulder blade immediately broke, causing her whole body to fly out.

With a "whip", Lan Yingluo felt the blackness in front of her eyes, and then spit out a mouthful of red blood. The "Shipo" fist force not only broke her bones, but also invaded her body, causing her internal injuries.

With a "bang", she fell to the edge of the platform and raised a burst of dust. One hand hung under the platform, and below it was a deep abyss.

A slight footstep slowly approached her and stopped three meters away.

She looked up and Yi Zhuang's simple face appeared in her sight. There was no expression on her dark face, and she couldn't help but feel cold.

She couldn't understand how she lost. Her strength was obviously better than him, but she was inexplicably defeated by his hands, and she was really unwilling to accept it.

How could she know that Zhuang Yi had a few treasures on him, and it was not difficult to kill her. What he used to resist the sword light was an indestructible invisible mysterious crystal. He thought that he would definitely get a certain attack, but he failed like this. He was determined to be unintentional and was seriously injured immediately.

At some point, there was a dark dagger on his hand. This dagger made her keen spiritual consciousness feel a tingling feeling. I knew that this must be a magic weapon that blows hair and breaks hair.

There was only a trace of hesitation flashing in Zhuang Yi's eyes, and then he became extremely firm.

"He wants to kill me." The faint murderous intent revealed in those eyes clearly passed this information to Lan Yingluo.

Holding on the ground, she stood up staggeringly, and a trace of sadness flashed across her face. The mountain wind blew, her skirt swayed, and her beautiful face, at this moment, was like a broken snow lotus, as sad as a poem.

Zhuang Yi's eyes were not shaken at all. He walked over with a dagger, and his eyes flew across her neck without a trace.

A trace of resoluteness appeared on the jade-like appearance. Lan Yingluo turned around and jumped out of the abyss behind her.

"Ah——" Zhuang Yi didn't expect that she would rather commit suicide. She exclaimed and couldn't help but take a step forward. She walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down. The purple figure was falling down.

He felt quite polite. It was not because of her death, but because of her extremely special martial arts.

At this moment, the figure that fell down suddenly showed a winning smile on his face. Such a smile appeared on the face of a dying person, which was absolutely abnormal.

Zhuang Yi suddenly felt a warning in his heart and retreated suddenly. But it was too late, his right foot tightened, and a huge pulling force dragged him down and fell out of the cliff.

"No, I'm plotting!"

Although Zhuang Yi was shocked, he twisted his waist and tweaked the dagger in his right hand under his right foot. There was an extremely harsh "ding" friction sound. The dagger encountered great resistance and even slashed it.

"What the hell is this?" Zhuang Yi was really shocked. His feet were tightly tied by a thin thread, and he could not see the rope. It was an invisible thin thread. What's even more terrifying was that even the sharp dagger in his hand could not be cut.

Lan Yingluo had already made up his mind to die with him. When he jumped off the cliff, he used a "sky silk" high and low trap passed down by his family. When he stepped on it, he used all his strength to pull it. Sure enough, he also pulled him off the cliff.

She tried her best to pull Zhuang Yi a few meters away from the cliff. Unless she could fly, no matter how magical his body was, he had no place to leverage his power in the air and could not catch the cliff.

In just a moment, the whole person fell down quickly.

"Bitch." After being attacked, Zhuang Yi was furious and flipped his hand, and the mechanical rope appeared in his hand. However, the stone platform was integrated, without even a gap, and he was afraid that he could not bear the force.

Resisting from shooting the quilt, Zhuang Yi opened his eyes wide, staring at the mountain wall without blinking, waiting for the opportunity.

After a while, the two of them had fallen hundreds of meters.

Have it.

Zhuang Yi's eyes lit up. On the mountain wall, a small tree growing horizontally entered his eyes. He pressed the machine without hesitation, and the black hook rope shot out and shot on the mountain wall.

In less than a second, the two of them fell several meters again. The long hook rope suddenly straightened, and the hook claws at the top were tightly clasped on the small tree.

The small tree was extremely bent by the two people's falling force, making a "crackling" sound. With its tiny tree trunk, it could not bear the force of this thousand pounds.

However, this is enough.

Zhuang Yi was so slow that he swung the mountain wall, grabbed the vines on the mountain wall, and fixed his body. He escaped from death and looked at the abyss that could not be seen at the bottom. He was afraid.

"Hey, where is that bitch?" Zhuang Yi remembered Lan Yingluo and looked down, and saw that there was nothing below, with no figure below.

"Did you fall down?"

He immediately denied this idea, even if she was seriously injured, she would not die like this.

When I retracted the hook, I felt that my right foot was completely numb. When I looked down, I saw that the ankle was tightly tied and blood began to seep out.

As soon as I touched it, it was indeed an invisible and extremely thin rope. I carefully untied it and pulled it down and put it away. This invisible thin line was a hundred meters long. It was a very small bundle.

He took the invisible thin thread into the Qiankun Ring, took out the Jinchuang medicine, and stopped the bleeding from the wound on his right foot. He held the dagger and climbed down.

Lan Yingluo must be killed, and once she returns to the master's sect, she will be in danger.

He didn't believe that she would die so easily, so he must have been hiding, so he searched carefully on the mountain wall within a hundred meters below.

More than an hour later, he had searched all around him, but he still found nothing. He couldn't help but doubt his guess, "Did she really fall to death?"

Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by a lush bush of thorns not far above. The thorns in the middle had fresh broken marks.

Zhuang Yi's eyes tightened.

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