The Ultimate Student in the City

Xifeng Zhishui was very demeanor, and he didn't become angry or so angry. He still watched Nangong Meili leave with a gentle smile on his face.

After a few breaths, he moved his admiring gaze away and landed behind Li Zedao's face, and the smile on his face narrowed slightly.

The four words on this person's face were really dazzling, how do people look, how uncomfortable, just want to draw the sword to cut off the skin.

"It is said that there are snake people who broke into this area. It seems to be true." Xifeng Zhishui said.

Li Zedao smiled a little nervously, his eyes gloomy like a poisonous snake: "Boy, your appearance is in line with Her Majesty's appetite. If you are captured back, Her Majesty will be happy."

"Really? I am really flattered." Xifeng Zhishui's expression was like bathing in spring breeze, as if no words could make him angry.

Li Zedao grinned gloomily, and clenched his soul sword: "It's a pity, there are many terrifying strong men guarding outside. Uncle I'm afraid I can't capture you back, so I can only kill you...kill!"

Xifeng Zhishui smiled, he had never cared about the threats of others... Of course it was impossible, he was not so arrogant.

But it's true that he didn't take the threat of the snake man to heart.

What can protect oneself is not conspiracy, power, or other things, only strength, terrible strength.

Xifeng Zhishui is quite confident about his own strength.

Anyone in this area, including Lu Ming from Bu Zhou Academy, Baili Saitama from Yingzhou Academy, and Mu Ding, the disciple of the old eagle-eyed ghost, he has the certainty to defeat them, and he is completely defeated.

His eyes fell on the soul sword in Li Zedao's hands, his eyes were hot, and he smiled: "Soul sword? This is a good thing. How about using this sword for a chance not to kill you?"

Although he didn't kill him, the opponent was a snake man after all, so he naturally had to smash his dantian, abolish his cultivation base, and have to break his limbs. In this way, he will not bite people randomly.

Li Zedao was almost amused by this guy's words, and said grimly: "Do you think you can kill me?"

"Exactly." Xifeng Zhishui said.

That tone and expression seemed to be saying an extremely simple thing. Tofu costs one dollar a dollar, bean sprouts cost 50 cents a catty, it's that simple.

This is an expression of self-confidence.

"Have you been quite confident about your own strength all the time?" Li Zedao is really hard to believe that there is a guy who can even pretend to be better than the master.

Look at this pretense, I can't help but want to smash his face that is not handsome.

What Li Zedao didn't expect was that Xifeng Zhishui denied it. He said with a faint smile: "It's not the case. I only have this confidence in this special place."

"You mean, none of the people here are your opponents?" Li Ze said, his mouth split, and he smiled grimly.

"Exactly." Xifeng Zhishui nodded naturally.

The smile on Li Zedao's face was even worse: "It just so happens that I think so too."

Before the words fell, Li Zedao disappeared in place.

Xifeng Zhishui calmly did not pull out the long sword in his hand.

But there was an extra leaf in his hand.

You don't need a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. This is the life rule of Xifeng Zhishui. In his opinion, a sledgehammer was used to kill a chicken, and the chicken was too pitiful, and it was even more insulting to the sledgehammer.

"Wow!"

That tender leaf burst out, like a sharp blade spinning rapidly, cutting the prey into several pieces at any time.

"Crack!"

It sounded like a knife cutting on an iron sheet.

Li Zedao's original disappeared figure returned to the original place again, looking at the soul sword in his hand, the cold and sharp blade unexpectedly pierced a tender leaf.

At the same time, Xifeng Zhishui's brow suddenly wrinkled, and his body suddenly retreated a few steps.

"Whoo!" A shadow swept across his chest like a lightning bolt, and then disappeared without a trace.

West Wind Zhishui stopped his body, looked down at his chest slightly, his pupils shrank slightly.

The eyes that had always been light and light had been replaced by extreme movements, and I couldn't believe it was true.

However, he saw that the clothing on his chest was cut through.

If it hadn't been for him to hide quickly, the shadow would not only cut his clothes, but would shoot through his body.

Li Zedao stretched out his hand to tear off the young leaf on the Jianfeng, disdainfully said: "With this strength, dare to claim to be the first person in this area? Really shamelessly walked to the door... shamelessly home."

Xifeng Zhishui raised his head, looking at the snake man's eyes as if he was looking at a monster.

If before, this snake man was synonymous with sinister and cunning in his eyes, then now, this snake man is still synonymous with danger, and it is still quite dangerous.

"The support is big." Xifeng Zhishui felt lingering.

He took a deep breath and looked at Li Zedao very seriously, looking at the other party again.

"Hey!" He drew out the long sword that was rarely unsheathed.

Li Zedao's eyes lit up suddenly, and he saw that the blade of the sword in the opponent's hand was actually transparent, like an ice sculpture. Quite amazingly, you can still see water flowing in the ice.

"You are worth my sword." Xifeng Zhishui said seriously.

Although he was defeated just now in that fight, but in the view of Xifeng Zhishui, there was only one final result. This snake man would die under his sword without any luck.

Only because I am just now, not the strongest me! But the talented person is already the strongest.

"What kind of sword is this?"

Li Zedao directly ignored the guy's pretense, his eyes glowed strangely at the sword that was much higher than the master.

"The name of this sword..."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter what sword, what's important is that I want it." Li Zedao interrupted West Wind Zhishui.

Such a beautiful sword must be an artifact for picking up girls.

Xifeng Zhishui shut up, he raised the sword in his hand, and the breath on his body suddenly changed.

"Wow!"

The figure of West Wind Zhishui disappeared in place.

In an instant, Li Zedao felt the darkness above his head, like a dark cloud covering the sun, and then an extremely terrifying aura swept towards him madly.

Li Zedao looked up and his pupils shrank slightly.

rain! Bean raindrops! It's dense and suffocating. The weird thing is that the raindrops are stagnating above the head, and it will be overwhelming and pouring down at any time.

Li Zedao's scalp numb, he knows better than anyone else, this is the raindrops formed by Jian Qi, this is Jian Yu! Jian Yu with a terrifying aura that makes people feel powerless...At least those who are cultivated below the spiritual mirror, even if they are lucky enough to survive, will have many more blood holes in their bodies.

This West Wind Zhishui actually had this hand, no wonder he dared to think that he was the first person in this area, and it was not all bragging, he did have two brushes.

It's a pity that his two brushes are in a heavy iron bucket like Li Zedao, so this duel has already had a result.

This result was of course completely different from what Xifeng Zhishui believed, but it was completely consistent with what Li Zedao believed.

"Wow!"

Jian Yu fell crazily, pouring completely on top of Li Zedao's head below.

Not far away, the west wind Zhishui holding a long sword looked calm and calm.

"It's over." He said quite modestly.

"Shoo, hoo..."

The drops of sword rain slammed at Li Zedao, completely covering his whole body.

After a few breaths, Jian Yu disappeared.

Xifeng Zhishui's body paused, his eyes widened, his mind roared extremely loudly, and a huge wave was set off in his heart, and the wind and clouds on his face were directly replaced by strong horror.

The snake man stood there intact. What is even more strange is that there is no blood hole in his body, at least the eyesight of West Wind Zhishui, he can't see any wounds, and he can't smell any blood. .

Why?

At this moment, Xifeng Zhishui almost had to doubt life.

"My uncle was scared to death." Li Zedao looked at the West Wind Zhishui, and he was shocked.

Of course, all the fools can see that he is not really scared, he is provoking, naked provocation! You bite me, you bite me!

"Could it be that what kind of powerful defensive weapon does he possess? If so, he will blast your defensive weapon together!"

Xifeng Zhishui naturally wouldn't bite Li Zedao in the past like a dog, he took a deep breath, and his figure disappeared in place again.

In an instant, above Li Zedao's head, a terrible sword rain condensed again.

"Wow!"

Jian Yu poured down frantically, and the momentum seemed to wash away the sins of the world.

After a few breaths, Jian Yu disappeared again.

Xifeng Zhishui's body paused again, the horror on his face was several times stronger than before, and the whole person even became at a loss. He began to doubt a life he had never doubted before.

The snake man who was supposed to be riddled with holes still stood there neatly, and even yawned boredly.

"This drizzle is your confidence to be the first person in this area?"

Li Zedao slanted his eyes and glanced at West Wind Zhishui, and shook his head quite disdainfully, feeling that this guy was really ignorant of the height of the sky.

With the gold cover of the Ninth-Rank Horcrux, and the breath of the inner body at this time is different from the past, it is enough to withstand the strenuous blow of a strong man like the ignorant sect master, so this sword rain even if it is next a hundred times , Li Zedao can easily block it.

And because the body was shrouded in sword rain, Xifeng Zhishui really couldn't see the mysterious golden light that wrapped Li Zedao inside.

"Drizzle?" Xifeng Zhishui's throat became a little sweet, and the white face was flushed red, and he almost spewed a big mouthful of old blood without holding back.

He opened his mouth and tried to explain a few words, but found that any explanation was so pale and weak.

This is not drizzle and what is it? No, this is not even a drizzle! The drizzle was weak, and it was annoying to wet people's clothes after all, but his sword rain...

Xifeng Zhishui finally spewed out the old blood that was tightly pressed.