Chapter 54 Violent Power

Lei Cang's heart was somehow a little uneasy and irritable, especially Zi Yun's words suddenly became cold, which made Lei Can's heart tremble. Lei Can lowered his head and slowly kept up with the rhythm of Zi Yun.

"Lei Can, what are you going to do after reuniting with your brother? Is it really just one step at a time? Zi Yun suddenly said again, and the coldness in her voice had faded a little.

Lei Can turned his head and looked at Ziyun. He wondered why Zi Yun asked so. Immediately, he looked forward and was confused. After a long time, Lei Qiang said, "I don't know. After reuniting with my brother, I don't know what to do. Maybe it's just practice!"

Zi Yun's body stopped, turned her head, stared at Lei Gan, and whispered, "Don't you want to do a big career in the future? Or create a big force?"

Lei Can shook his head confusedly and said, "I like to be free, and I'm satisfied to be with the people I like."

Zi Yun sighed, and her eyes fluctuated violently. After her body trembled slightly, she said coldly, "I want to be quiet alone..." Before Lei Gan reacted, Zi Yun's body had slowly floated into the sky and disappeared into a light.

Lei gang looked at the disappeared back in a daze, and his heart suddenly hurt, and his face became very complicated.

"Zi Yun... What's wrong with you?" Lei Wan muttered.

On the top of a high mountain surrounded by the Refinery Sect, Ziyun stood quietly on the top of the mountain and stared at the endless sea of clouds. At this time, Ziyun was not in the mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery. She stared at the sky and muttered, "With the person you like? Is it that simple? If there is no strong power, how difficult it is to be with me by relying on personal cultivation alone. Maybe... We are really two people from two worlds, and we should not... have anything to do with each other!"

A drop of tears scratched Zi Yun's broken cheek, and her body twitched slightly, full of unwillingness, helplessness and pain.

The exquisite and perfect body looks extremely lonely and haggard at this time.

Everyone has their own destiny, a doomed fate. If you can't resist, then you can only live according to the fate given to you by God. Although it is very tiring and hard, but... everything is fate.

Lei Can returned to the room in a trance. Along the way, Lei Can has been meditating that he has made Zi Yun unhappy. What did he do wrong? Why is Ziyun suddenly so cold to herself? After sighing slightly, Lei Can decided to wait for Ziyun to come back and ask her.

After running the "Five elements of Physical Training" for a week, Lei Gan only felt that his whole body was full of strength. He opened his eyes and looked at the shadow in his mind. He was slightly disappointed. He stood up and walked out of the room.

At the scene of the exchange conference, there was still a sea of people at this time. Although many disciples have left, many disciples of the huge refinery sect also came to watch. The second round of competition was more impressive than the first round.

At this time, on the No. 5 ring, Jianchen competed with a young man with thick eyebrows and became deadlocked. And this thick-browed young man is the dragon line of Jiandingmen.

Jianchen's eyes stared at Long Xing with a little disdain in his eyes. Compared with Jian Chen, Long Xing was a little embarrassed, and a trace of paleness and powerlessness appeared on his face. Speaking of qualifications, Long Xing's qualifications are probably the highest person in the sword tripodmen except for knife slaughter and yin, but compared with Jianchen, it is much inferior to Jianchen. After all, Jianchen is the first young man in Jianganmen.

Suddenly, Jianchen turned to a tall and straight figure outside the field, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

"It's over!" With a sneer, Jianchen's body rioted again, rushing to the dragon like a cheetah, and the light yellow light of the spiritual sword in his hand swept away.

"Jin Xuanzhan's fifth type!" Jianchen shouted violently in his heart, and a sword waved out. The powerful sword spirit swept Long Xing. Long Xing's face and muscles twitched, and his body quickly moved. He split a sword at the sword gas and wanted to resolve the blow. Suddenly, Long Xing's body trembled, and there was no Jianchen's figure in front of him?

"Jin Xuanzhan's Ninth Type!" A cold hum suddenly echoed in Long Xing's ear. Long Xing's face changed greatly, and the deadly threat floated from behind. Long Xing even heard the sound of the air being torn through the air behind him. Long Xing didn't have time to counterattack and ran towards the front.

"Huh, did you escape?" The corners of Jian Chen's mouth set off a cold smile. It bursts out at a faster speed than the dragon line and shoots directly at the dragon line.

Dao Tu's eyes were condensed, and his eyes were full of worry. Long Xing of Gangshi Xuanjie was not Jianchen's opponent at all, and Jianchen's attack was extremely fierce. I'm afraid that Long Xing would be seriously injured this time.

Several other disciples were also worried. In the first round, except for Luo Jin, Long Xing, Lin Tian, Wuguang, Dao Tu and Yin Li, all of them were eliminated, but they did not return to the sect except Chen Yun. They looked at Long Xing one by one worriedly. Long Xing was the young generation in Jiandingmen, which was second only to Dao Tu and Yin Li.

"Hmm, the ninth type of the hot sword!" Long Xing suddenly snorted coldly, and the spiritual sword in his hand unexpectedly bloomed a fiery red light at this moment, and his backhand sword met the horrible sword of Jianchen.

"Boom!!" The boundary suddenly waved, and the huge explosion sound resounded through the sky.

Long Xing sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, and his body was abandoned like a sandbag. He fell to the ground heavily, staring at Jianchen with a pale and unwilling face.

Jianchen's body slowly fell to the ground, looked at Long Xing with disdain, and snorted coldly, "I can't stand the blow!" Immediately, his face was slightly raised, and his eyes looked down at the tall and straight figure not far away, and the cold light flashed in his eyes.

Feeling Jianchen's fighting spirit, Lei Jiang's heart condensed slightly and walked to the place where Danchen and Lianxu sat.

"You are always blind all day long. If you have siblings, you don't want a brother? I don't even watch the competition between me and Danchen. Danchen looked at Lei Tang coming, and his face pretended to be angry and said coldly. Lian Xu looked at Lei Gan faintly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and nodded.

Lei Gan stared at Dan Chen and said, "I'm practicing. I don't want to be eliminated in the second round!" Have you two finished the comparison?"

Dan Chen and Lian Xu nodded at the same time. Lei Can's face became embarrassed and he said shyly, "That's a pity. You didn't tell me earlier!" Did you advance?"

"Nonsense, if you don't get promoted, won't you lose my alchemy face? Tell you? I can't find anyone all day long. Where can I tell you?" Danchen curled his lips and pretended to be cold.

Lei Can shook his head helplessly. There was nothing he could do with Danchen. However, there is a trace of warmth in my heart. There are only a few friends, but one of them is Danchen.

"No. 410 on the field!" The middle-aged man in red in the No. 10 ring raised his voice.

A tall and straight young man with high muscles, giving people a mountain-like feeling stepped on the ring, while a thin young man with a gloomy face slowly stepped into the ring and looked up at the burly young man who was one head taller than himself, and his eyes flashed. The color of disdain.

"One of the forces, violence!" The burly young man said in a loud voice. The tiger's eyes looked up and down at the thin young man.

"Taomen, Wuming!" The thin young man raised his voice, and his tone was even more arrogant.

"Hum..." A sound of ancient rhyme sounded, and the boundary enveloped the No. 10 ring. The bodies of the two moved in an instant. Wu Ming's body slowly floated in the air, and his hands stared at the violence moving rapidly towards him like an eagle. His eyes were full of disdain. He secretly said in his heart that he was just a person with a well-headed mind. I had already received the floating of the formula. Is it? Do you still want me to come down? Suddenly, Wuming's face changed greatly. He quickly ran to the violence below Wuming and suddenly became a bow. His feet suddenly stepped on the ground, and his body jumped directly to Wuming's side. Two huge hands like orangutans directly grabbed the still sluggish Wuming.

Wu Ming made a big mistake. Although Wu Ming floated in the air, he underestimated the enemy too much. Moreover, he did not stop the approach of violence, let alone launch an attack. It was this negligence that made Wuming lose faster and worse.

"Ah!" Wu Ming let out a scream. His body was directly rushed from the air by violence and fell to the ground heavily, and his body was still under nearly 200 catties of violence. I'm afraid that Wu Ming, who was weak, would not be seriously injured.

"Are you looking down on me?" The violent tiger stared at Wu Ming, and a sneer appeared on his tough face. He slowly raised his right fist and bombarded Wu Ming's gloomy face.

"Bum!" With a low sound, Wu Ming's head was directly smashed to the ground. Fortunately, the violence also restrained its strength. Otherwise, I'm afraid that Wuming will only have a dead end after this punch.

After a punch, he stood up violently and slowly, and his right foot stepped on Wu Ming's abdomen. His eyes swept around, and the corners of his mouth sneered slightly.

"Suck..." Many disciples took a breath of cold air and stared at Wu Ming, who had already fallen to the ground in the No. 10 ring.

"Is he... still alive?" This is what many disciples are eager to know.

Lei Gang also took a breath of cold air. Obviously, he didn't expect that the previous honest friends who wanted to see the multiple violence of his virtual sword were so tough, and the control of the body was much more flexible than his own. At least he punched him with all his strength, and Wuming's head would explode directly, while the violence made Wuming's head just bloody. The strength of one punch actually spread to the ground through Wuming's head, which is why the ground explodes a pit, and there is no reason why Wuming's head explodes, which can only show that the violence controls the power of the body to a very high level.

"This enlightenment really doesn't know how to become a disciple of Taoism, and he despises which family!" Danchen looked disdainfully and was carried away by the door. Wuming, who was bleeding from the ground, said coldly.

"That horrible physical force, it's better not to give him a chance to attack. Once he is caught, he will fall into an eternal end!" Danchen said coldly again.

"Taoist friend, you are too cruel!" A cold voice sounded, and the Taoist door occupied the land. An ordinary young man in black stared at the violence with cold eyes. Obviously, he was angry when he saw his younger brother coming to such an end.

Standing violently on the ring, looking down at the handsome young man, he said coldly, "If I had known someone was fighting against the level, I wouldn't have restrained my strength and directly broke his head!"

The young man in black stared at the violence.

At this moment, no disciple dares to despise this burly violence!!