Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

The north wind blows the white grass to the ground and breaks it, which is from Cen Shen's "Song of White Snow to Send Judge Wu Back to the Capital".

It describes the north wind sweeping across the earth and blowing down the white grass.

Jiang Ran murmured this sentence softly, and the meaning of this sentence matched the sudden strong wind in the courtyard in autumn in an incredibly appropriate way.

However, the white grass in his words is the people on the steps, the fallen leaves sweeping into the air,

It was Xiao Songping and the many fighters outside the hospital who pulled the trigger, but they were not the original intention of Mr. Cen's poem.

The sudden burst of fireworks from the muzzle of the gun fired out a torrent of bullets that were difficult to capture with the naked eye.

The bullets came from all directions, and the only target was one person.

At a distance of several feet, there should not be enough time for a bullet fired from a rapid-fire rifle to react.

However, after several seconds, the sound of the neutron bullet piercing the body that Xiao Songping had expected still did not occur.

The flesh and blood flowers that should have bloomed before my eyes did not bloom as expected.

Only the half-green, dark yellow, and even completely decayed leaves flying all over the sky,

As if endless, it flows towards the eaves and roofs, as if moving in the wind, and becoming gorgeous for the autumn.

Xiao Songping's darkened face was shaking constantly due to the wind blowing past him. The many combatants around him were struggling to hold on to their guns.

I was afraid that the rifle would fly out of my hand if I wasn't careful.

The sniper's helpless voice came from the left earphone, "Commissioner Xiao, we are unable to aim at the target. Please give us your instructions."

Xiao Songping did not respond to the sniper's words, nor did he issue any new instructions.

It took almost a huge effort for him to keep his eyes open despite the strong wind.

As soon as his eyes focused, the picture presented in his pupils changed his calm and confident expression.

The whole person seemed to have seen an extremely incredible scene, and his pupils shrank violently into the shape of needles.

Thousands of invisible energy forces burst out from the strong wind in all directions, making a rapid whooshing sound that almost broke through the air.

The torrent of bullets fired frantically by a group of combatants was swept away by the surging breath in the courtyard.

Just like a sand painting wiped away by a hand, in an instant it becomes so clean that no picture exists anymore.

Every bullet that flew out of the chamber was wiped out by the inexplicable force half a foot away from Jiang Ran.

Not even a trace of residue or dust was left, only a slight smell of gunpowder.

Not even a single bullet penetrated half an inch around Jiang Ran.

There was an inexplicable pause in the wind.

The dust and fallen leaves in the air seemed to be frozen in the air.

Xiao Songping could barely see Jiang Ran's figure. His body, from the shoulders down, showed countless different angles.

The wounds were of varying depths and were so messy that no pattern could be found.

A large amount of blood did not flow out from the wound, but flowed along Jiang Ran's right arm to the inch-long short knife he held in his palm.

This dagger was surrounded by an extremely sharp aura, almost as if it was a substance that could faintly cut the air apart.

Xiao Songping didn't know if it was an illusion. After just a few glances, he felt an inexplicable stinging sensation in his eyes.

Without asking any more questions, he was able to confirm that this was the Lone Goose Sword!

Xiao Songping's breathing was disordered, and he was shocked and happy.

When the strong wind stopped and Jiang Ran's body was covered with countless wounds, he shouted frantically: "Shoot! Shoot!"

"He was seriously injured and has no power to resist!"

The hearts of the combatants, who were startled by the sudden surge of strong wind, were pounding. They had lost the ability to think.

Although he was full of fear of the figure in the yard, he subconsciously adjusted the muzzle of the gun and prepared to obey Xiao Songping's orders.

Just at this moment, Jiang Ran raised his pale face, his eyes still indifferent, but he smiled at him playfully.

Xiao Songping looked at this handsome face and was frightened by the sinister smile. He took a step back for no reason.

Jiang Ran's face was grim, feeling the Nine Tribulations Qi that was almost dispersed, and the deep scars that could be seen to the bone.

The Moon-Reflecting Stone in his arms burst out with a radiance that could barely be seen even in the daytime, attracting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, which rushed madly into the Gengjin natural material held in his hand, namely the Solitary Goose Knife.

He had just used up almost all of the Nine Tribulations Qi in his body to resist the sharp blade of the awakened Lone Goose.

The sudden gust of wind was actually caused by the exposed edge of the Lone Goose Sword, which probably had less than half of its power remaining.

The remaining 95% of the backlash force was borne entirely by him.

Otherwise, if its sharp edge was allowed to explode, the area within dozens of feet would be plowed into flat ground, and all the people present would die.

Of course, he had to bear the brunt of the backlash. The first target of the Lone Goose Blade was himself.

Once it can't bear it anymore, the body will collapse.

Fortunately, he had already cultivated the Second Tribulation Qing Gang Body, and had also used every bit of the Nine Tribulations Qi in his body to the limit.

He only suffered such an injury. If it were an ordinary body cultivator at this level, his bones would have been ground into powder.

When he felt that the Lone Goose Knife in his hand had drunk a lot of blood condensed by the Qing Gang Body and gradually became restless and uneasy,

Jiang Ran raised his right hand high, letting it jump wildly in his palm.

After Xiao Songping gave the order, everyone was shocked. The combatants who had just turned their guns around had not yet pulled the trigger again.

He suddenly discovered that the air around the young man in the courtyard was raging with crazy energy.

It actually formed a distorted state like rippling water, and even Jiang Ran himself became blurred.

At the same time, the Lone Goose Knife in his hand, which was soaked with blood, was also frantically gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

As the spiritual energy became more and more dense, the brightness of the Solitary Goose Knife in the palm of his hand became more and more exaggerated.

Until everyone who was paying attention to him dared not look directly at him, Jiang Ran raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Xiao Songping who took a step back, and chuckled.

"This is the Lone Goose Knife, take it!"

Jiang Ran's cold voice froze in the air for a moment, and the falling leaves that were about to fall,

The increasingly unbridled edge of the Solitary Goose Knife swept it back to the outside of the courtyard, like a sudden rain of falling leaves, rolling away like waves crashing against the shore.

How could Xiao Songping not hear Jiang Ran's deafening voice, but he was no longer as calm and composed as before.

He didn't even bother to respond stubbornly, his eyes kept looking around as if he was looking for help.

How could he dare to open his mouth? The dagger held high in Jiang Ran's hand was moving wildly and becoming brighter and brighter, like a scorching and dazzling little sun.

The fact that Xiao Songping was not frightened out of his wits was a sign of his extraordinary courage, and he did not dare to respond carelessly.

"Master Jiang, what I did just now was just a test. Everything is fine..." His eyes flickered a few times, and Xiao Songping spoke quickly, trying to delay time.

Before he could finish his words, he saw the sun being thrown towards him by Jiang Ran, who was in tattered clothes and covered in wounds.

Like an arrow shot from a bow, the Lone Goose Sword was like a lit toy firework, spinning around in the air with a golden flame tail.

The extremely terrified combatants were so frightened that they no longer tried to aim and just fired wildly with their guns.

Some people panicked and fired bullets at Jiang Ran, who seemed to be on the verge of collapse, while others fired randomly at Gu Yan Dao, which was spinning rapidly in the air.

The whistling sound of the Solitary Goose Sword breaking through the air, mixed with the violent sound of the wind and the unordered sound of gunfire, instantly turned the scene into chaos.