I have a thousand times drop rate

Green smoke rose slightly on the feet, and under the intense friction, a pair of combat boots were already red and hot.

The ground in front of it was also under the huge impact just now, all the gravel was crushed into powder, and even a semicircular gully was formed where the shock wave passed.

Faced with this sudden attack, many Jianzhuang disciples all looked shocked, thinking that they were about to unsheath their long swords clangingly due to a sudden attack.

But the next moment, everyone glared and pointed. After turning around to look at the person who came, they lowered their eyebrows and knelt down on one knee in unison.

"Hello third brother."

"I have seen the third brother..."

All kinds of greetings can be heard endlessly, and everyone has a respectful look on their faces.

Even Shen Yihang, who was extremely arrogant and wanted to draw his sword out of its sheath, put his sword back into its sheath, cupped his fists at the person who came, and bowed his proud head: "Third Senior Brother."

In the eyes of everyone, a young man of about 24 or [-] years old with a determined face was walking towards the valley.

The young man was dressed in blue linen, with a long sword with a black scabbard hanging from his waist.

Although the dress is extremely simple, and the aura of that body looks like an ordinary person, but the dazzling light that flashes in the eyes from time to time makes people realize that this is not a simple existence.

This point can also be seen from the attitudes of everyone.

While Luohe looked around, the three senior brothers also bowed and walked slowly towards this side.

Immediately looking at the messy eyes, he frowned and said, "Who will explain to me what happened here?"

When he didn't speak, everyone bowed, not daring to speak casually.

Only when he asked a question did a disciple stand up and hurriedly whispered a few words in his ear.

Immediately suddenly, the third senior brother raised his eyes, and his sharp eyes fell on Luo He. He only glanced at Luo He, and said, "Let him go."

His sharp eyes fell on Luo He, and the place he stared at felt like being stabbed by the point of a knife, causing a burst of pain.

The other party should be begging for discussion, but it sounded like he was ordering Luohe.

Immediately, Luohe said with a displeased face: "Let him go, why..."

As soon as the word "Queah" was opened, the young man's expression froze in an instant, and suddenly a sword pointed in the air, creating circles of transparent waves, shooting towards the Luohe River.

The speed of the transparent sword finger is not very fast, but wherever it passes, the space is like a wave of water, being involved and fluctuating in circles of ripples.

And under this mysterious fluctuation, it seemed that Luohe's movements were instantly slowed down by ten times, or even dozens of times.

He watched the transparent sword energy coming towards him helplessly, but he tried his best to move his arms and legs, and he could only watch the sword energy about to hit him.

At the critical moment, Luohe shouted in a low voice: "Torrent Sword Intent..."

"Crash..."

Amidst the instant turbulent sound, pieces of blue water rippled on the hands and feet.

With the impetus of this wave of water, his extremely slow speed immediately accelerated, and he successfully blocked the front of him with the long sword before the arrival of the transparent sword energy.

"Clanging..."

But at the moment of impact, only a loud noise rang in my ears.

There was only a transparent sword energy in front of him, but it gave Luohe the feeling that tens of millions of tons of sea water condensed before his eyes and then exploded.

The terrifying vigor collapsed around, crushing the ground until it was completely cracked.

Under the tremendous force, he also retreated and slid out uncontrollably, sliding for nearly five or six meters in one breath, before he managed to stabilize his figure.

Immediately under the huge impact, he only felt his hands and feet tremble slightly, as if he had been hit by a mountain.

Looking at the long sword again, there is a deep spiral depression that glows red and is shocking, as long as the strength is a bit stronger, it can successfully penetrate the long sword.

As soon as this scene happened, Luo He was surprised.

Although this is just a random handful of his own treasures.

But after all, it is also a treasure at the level of land, and it was hit so casually by the opponent, and it was directly beaten into this appearance.

The speed is fast and the power is amazing.

Such a heavy blow, if he hadn't had time to dodge just now, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Could it be that this is the power of a cultivator in Dragon City?"

After sighing from himself, Luohe was not afraid, not afraid, but his hands and feet trembled, and his eyes were full of yearning and burning.

And the third senior brother on the opposite side, after falling behind with a hit, said calmly at this moment: "How is it, can you let go of the little junior brother now?"

The words were plain, but there was a threat hidden in them.

The power of one blow has already made Luo He retreat, which is extremely difficult.

If there is another blow, it will definitely kill him with one blow, and there will be death and no life.

Realizing the horror of the other party, everyone sighed.

"Give up honestly, with the third senior brother around, you kid has no chance to do it."

"That's right, the third brother's mastery of swordsmanship is not something ordinary people can resist his power..."

Everyone persuaded, even the golden sword Shen Yihang sighed and shook his head, and said in a weak voice: "Boy, your cultivation is not easy to come by, he is not something you can deal with, you should just be honest and let go." Let's go, lest you lose your life for nothing."

They persuaded that Wang Jian, who had been yelling before, was restrained by Luo He at the moment, but with a smug grin on his face, slight words came to Luo He's ears.

"Boy, it's such a pity. Just a little bit, just a little bit, you can succeed, but it's a pity that you still fall short in the end..."

"Don't worry, you treat me like this, after I successfully get rid of it, I will make your life worse than death..."

After a pause, he continued: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, although I hated that Wang Yun originally, but I didn't go to the point where I had to kill him, all of this is your fault, if you didn't deliberately provoke this young master, he Maybe you don’t have to die.”

Luohe seemed to turn a deaf ear to the other party's voice.

Just looking at the three senior brothers, he suddenly laughed.

While laughing, he stared at the young man and said: "To be honest, you are very strong. Compared with those so-called geniuses in Heishui City, you are not at the same level. You are definitely the strongest person I have ever seen except those old guys. .”

In a word, the expression of the young man who spoke did not change, Luo He continued: "But although you are very strong, I am sorry, but I still cannot let him go. There are some things that I have to do, otherwise I will be sorry for that boy Wang Yun. "

Wang Yun?

The third senior brother was taken aback.

Then someone leaned into his ear and said something, and suddenly said: "That man is my Jianzhuang disciple, you act like this, but because you hit it off with him?"

Luo He shook his head and said: "Not at all, he has mediocre aptitude and knowledge, although we have been together for a few days, he has only spoken ten sentences to me."

The third brother continued to ask: "Then if you get along with him, will you get any benefits from him?"

Luo He shook his head: "No, it's nothing more than a meal or two of his bland broth."

The third senior brother immediately asked: "Then you once promised him?"

This time, Luo He continued to shake his head: "I thought about promising him, but that kid is an idiot, so I didn't agree."

Hearing this, the third senior brother laughed.

Immediately said: "Since you didn't make friends with him, didn't benefit from him, and didn't promise anything to that person, is it necessary for you to avenge him?"

"He, Wang Yun, is just a low-level handyman in Jianzhuang. He died on the battlefield. He is also seeking his own death. If you let go of your junior brother now, I can consider making the decision for the owner of the village and give you some compensation."

Jianzhuang handyman?

Suicide?

Hearing this, Wang Jian grinned ferociously, and looked at Luohe with a smug face.

The rest of the ordinary disciples heard it, and they also looked calm, as if everything should be taken for granted.

However, upon hearing these words, Luohe felt a burst of unknown fire blazing.

Immediately smiled and said: "Yes, what you said is not wrong, then Wang Yun is a rookie, he has practiced for several years, and he is still cultivating. A piece of trash is worthless in your eyes."

"It's true that he didn't do me any favors, he wasn't my friend, and he didn't accept my promise."

"However, just because he brought me a bowl of broth and said a few words with me while I was practicing, in my eyes, he is ten times and a hundred times better than you scumbags who don't care about people's lives. .”

"A bowl of broth is worthless, but compared to the life of a bastard like Wang Jian, it is thousands of times more expensive. I, Luohe, must repay such a kindness today."

After saying this, without saying a word, he slapped Wang Jian's heart with lightning speed.