Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

Wen Jiutian carried the knife that symbolized killing on his back, and walked towards Qinglong Prison with steady and firm steps.

Following closely beside him was Ye Dingzhi, and the two of them embarked on this bloody and dangerous road together.

They had no intention of avoiding, as if they didn't care about the potential threats around them.

Every step seemed so calm, but any master who dared to approach within a foot would be ruthlessly strangled.

Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.

This is the eternal quatrain left by the poet in the past, and it is also the realm that countless heroes dream of.

However, for Wen Jiutian, these are just passing clouds.

What really concerns him is the world within a foot in front of him.

It is better to travel thousands of miles with a sword than to have a foot of world in front of you.

The knife is not out of the sheath, but it is like a million long knives.

His momentum is like a towering mountain, which makes people unable to shake.

Today, Wen Jiutian no longer pursues speed and skills, but uses absolute strength and domineering to intimidate his opponents.

He is waiting for the best time, waiting for the arrival of a rain.

It would be best if it was a downpour that could drown the whole world.

At this moment, a white dove flew over and brought news from the old man.

There were only four simple words on the letter: "It will rain today."

For some people, even if they have millions of soldiers and horses, it will be useless.

But as long as he is given a rain, everything can be changed.

This rain will become the sharpest weapon in his hand.

All the masters of the entire Qinglong Town are dispatched.

Half of the masters of the Nanjue Jianghu are gathered here.

They are coming one after another.

They want to block the road and want to kill Wen Jiutian on the spot.

These are all masters that Wen Jiutian defeated in the Crazy Tavern.

In the past, he showed mercy.

It does not mean that he will show mercy today.

No matter who his opponent was, Wen Jiutian would just strike with one sword.

One sword was enough, and one sword could kill.

Even, no one could tell whether he had struck with his sword or not.

Because Ye Dingzhi, who was closest to him, could not see whether he had struck with his sword or not.

It was too fast.

It was impossible to tell.

If Yu Shengmo was a sword immortal, then Wen Jiutian was even more evil than the devil.

Of course, there were many things that were not worth Wen Jiutian's effort, but they were all solved by Ye Dingzhi beside him.

Ye Dingzhi's two-handed swordsmanship was enough to stun the world.

If his realm was raised, his sword could be among the top three on the list of the best.

This was something Yu Shengmo had to admit.

Because this swordsmanship was taught by Wen Jiutian!

"Brother Jiu, if this continues, I think it will be dawn when we get to the prison."

Ye Dingzhi followed behind Wen Jiutian and complained helplessly.

"Before killing someone, you need to sharpen the knife."

Wen Jiutian replied to Ye Dingzhi like this.

Although his words were light, they penetrated the entire Qinglong Town.

Especially on one of the cliffs in Qinglong Town.

There, there was a man in white clothes, even his hair was white, just standing there.

Like a sculpture, with his eyes closed, he hadn't opened his eyes for a long time.

But when he heard the rebellious words of the young man in the town, he smiled slightly...

The two walked on the street, which was shattered by the knife energy.

It was like a ruin.

On the side of the street. There was a young man in white clothes, drinking there.

Ye Dingzhi patted his forehead, and his sword-holding hand trembled slightly, "Brother Jiu, it's him!!!"

Wen Jiutian frowned slightly, "So he's not dead..."

It was the first time that Ye Dingzhi saw Wen Jiutian frowning at his opponent, and he couldn't help but become more curious. He felt it carefully and was stunned for a moment, "He... is half a step away from the spirit?"

Ye Dingzhi's eyes were fixed on Zhuge Yun, who raised his head slightly and also glanced at Ye Dingzhi.

That look was like a huge trap.

Inside the trap was a deep abyss.

Further down, there were hidden weapons that could not be seen at the end.

It seemed that once it fell, it would be shattered to pieces.

Suddenly, dust was rolled up around.

Wen Jiutian took a step forward, raised his head, and said in a deep voice, "Your blood is the most fishy of all the people I have ever drunk! Only those with a completely filthy mind can have this smell."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, adding a sense of righteousness to Ye Dingzhi's body.

After Ye Dingzhi's breathing was stagnant for a long time, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was already sweating coldly behind him. He murmured in a low voice, "He must be half-step divine wandering."

Zhuge Yun, the Wuzuo Envoy of Tianwaitian, had already appeared once during the Beili Academy's exam.

At that time, he was only Da Xiaoyao, but he was defeated by Wen Jiutian. A pair of twin brothers, but one was killed.Wen Jiutian didn't know why he could enter the half-step divine wandering in such a short time.

But it didn't matter anymore.

If you block the way, there is only one outcome, that is death!

"Wen Jiutian!"

Zhuge Yun raised the wine pot, took a sip gently, and said loudly.

Wen Jiutian patted Ye Dingzhi's shoulder with one hand and said to him, "Go to the back and find a solid place to block it. Zhuge Yun is going to die today."

"He is half a step divine wandering."

Ye Dingzhi couldn't help but say as he retreated.

A pot of wine appeared in Wen Jiutian's hand at some point, and three words were written next to the wine pot - Li Changsheng.

He knew that he would definitely meet an opponent today.

And it was a very old monster.

From the moment he stepped out of the Crazy Tavern, he was drinking, Li Changsheng's, Gu Chen's, Qi Tianchen's, Zhuoqing's, Yu Shengmo's...

He also wanted to gather strength!

It's just that he was preparing to enter the realm of spiritual wandering.

As for Zhuge Yun in front of him, he looked at him with disdain, "Killing him is just a matter of raising your hand."

Ye Dingzhi shrugged, "Believe it!"

After Ye Dingzhi retreated a hundred steps, Wen Jiutian raised his right foot, and the whole person seemed to be standing on a step, one step above, and the whole person stood high above Zhuge Yun's head.

Zhuge Yun smiled and raised his head, and continued to drink: "Young man, you still like to look down on the heroes and treat the world like a monkey, but you are still too young."

"Who do you think you are?" Wen Jiutian glanced in the direction of Ye Dingzhi, and countless soldiers in armor gathered here.

"Young man, listen to me, surrender." Zhuge Yun smiled cunningly.

"You are really nothing!" Wen Jiutian sneered.

Zhuge Yun was not angry, "You have been traveling all the way from Lingnan, and you have achieved such a level of cultivation in less than a year. You are the most talented genius I have ever seen. You should not be here, but you are here, so I am sorry, I have to kill you."

Wen Jiutian turned his wrist and pressed on the hilt of the knife, "Do you think you are very smart? Did Emperor Tai'an ask you to come to Nanjue, or did you want to come?"

Zhuge Yun's expression remained unchanged, "Neither, I came for the marriage between the two countries."

"So, you work for the Green King?" Wen Jiutian frowned.

"The Green King? He is not worthy!" Zhuge Yun smiled slightly.

"Then I know!"

"Young man, you are too arrogant. Today I will show you the truly top-notch Solitary Void Formation!"

"Annoying!"