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

A clear and graceful flute sounded, like the wind in the air, stirred by someone.

And the flute sound was still accompanied by a sword energy.

"Little trick."

Wen Jiutian let the sword energy fly.

When it hit him, Wen Jiutian's body surface radiated golden light.

Even the Buddhist Sanskrit sound rang.

The clanging sound was made.

The man stared at Wen Jiutian with a face full of horror: "Buddhism?"

But he was obviously not convinced and continued to play passionately.

Wen Jiutian thought of Luo Xuan, this cheap uncle, who seemed to understand this kind of magic sound.

Although he had never seen him use it, Luo Yanlu had used it before.

It was just.... It was for flirting at that time.

Sometimes, elegance is good, and elegance is unique.

Luo Yanlu is elegant.

Compared with Yueyao, it is different. Yueyao's elegance is noble elegance.

What about Yi Wenjun? That moment was fresh and refined, especially in that aspect, she was very good.

And what about Yan Liuli?

Actually, she is Wen Wan's elder sister. She has many tricks, always unintentional small movements, or some new things that have never been tried.

Well, there is also... Yue Qing's kind of silly love.

But when I think about it, each one has a different beauty.

Oh, by the way, Daoxian Yan Lingxia, that is Run, after all, she is a woman living by Dongyue Lake...

What is the saying? Women by the sea are so watery...

Oh, this one is careless, I think too much.

The man didn't look at him, and still played the jade flute passionately.

Wen Jiutian frowned slightly, "Logically, there should be four of you, right?"

He said, he took a step and slapped him.

But he was blocked by a claw, and the one holding the claw in front of him was just a child.

"So, you are Lai Yi?" Wen Jiutian smiled.

Xiao Shao is nine times the phoenix Lai Yi?

These people in the Jianghu are so hypocritical.

The word hypocritical.

Wen Jiutian couldn't help but think of his nephew, or his elder brother-in-law, Luo Xuan.

Every time he appeared, he must play music and scatter flowers. After scattering flowers, he smiled, and after smiling, he picked flowers, and after picking flowers, he said a sentence.

"Hello, I am Luo Xuan, the son of Qingge."

However, compared with the killers in front of him, he has more charm.

Sometimes, I would also think, should I come out in a different way in the future?

Thinking of this, Wen Jiutian laughed.

He raised his head and drank a sip of wine.

This is the wine brewed by Li Changsheng's blood. I originally thought that when my mind is more peaceful, I will break through the realm of Shenyou Xuan.

However, there is a master in Qinglong Town, who is still very high.

So high that I am not very sure, at least I can't beat him with half a step of Shenyou.

So.....

Well, let's take it one step at a time.

In the eyes of others, Wen Jiutian was thinking between life and death.

If ordinary people saw this scene, they would definitely think that this young man was crazy.

Even Xiao Shao Jiucheng Fenghuang Laiyi and the remaining three killers were like this, they all thought that this young man was crazy.

For a moment, the atmosphere became very strange.

The three people, except for the woman, looked at each other.

Wen Jiutian frowned slightly.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind.

Wen Jiutian smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, pulled out the Blood-Crying Demon Knife, held the wine pot in his left hand, raised his head and drank a sip.

The shouting and killing outside the town was loud and noisy.

"So, you guys go on the road!" Wen Jiutian's long knife flashed and passed through the child with the claws.

The man playing the flute was stunned, and he shed a tear when he saw his teammates being killed.

But before he could respond, the long knife was already against his throat.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, and as the jade flute fell to the ground, the man's head and his body were no longer together.

Wen Jiutian took another sip of wine and looked at the colorful woman in front of him with a dazed look.

Due to the unbearable heat, her originally clear eyes were now covered with a faint pink.

The colorful woman began to take off her clothes one by one, with gentle and slow movements, as if each piece of clothing was a bondage in her heart.

Seeing this, Wen Jiutian's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a barely noticeable smile.

He burped loudly, then gently closed his eyes, as if he didn't care about the scene in front of him.

On the long street, soldiers holding long spears were ready for battle, their faces were serious and their expressions were nervous.

These soldiers blocked Wen Jiutian's way, but he did not stop, but continued to move forward.

Wen Jiutian raised his eyebrows, turned his wrist, and the magic knife in his hand suddenly emitted a blade light that soared into the sky.

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, creating a powerful impact.

Those soldiersThe soldiers could not resist such a force at all and fell in a pool of blood.

Wen Jiutian walked unsteadily on the ground covered with blood and broken bodies. His steps seemed a little staggering, but revealed a kind of firmness and persistence.

At this moment, the young man seemed to have fallen into a state of madness.

His eyes flashed with strange light, sometimes sober, sometimes confused.

There seemed to be endless pain and struggle hidden in his heart, which made him unable to extricate himself.

Wen Jiutian was intoxicated by the smell of blood, and his breathing became rapid, as if he was enjoying this unique breath.

As time went by, his expression gradually twisted and became more and more hideous and terrifying. A hint of strange color.

I still remember what Li Changsheng said, the moment you step into the realm of wishing to travel in the mysterious world, everyone may experience a demonic experience...

There are still many masters hidden in the dark of the long street.

Some of them pressed the hilt of the knife, some pressed the hilt of the sword, and some pressed the brim of the hat, and some stroked the knife in their hands.

"Su Muyu, why are you stopping me?"

Su Changhe, holding a short knife, saw that this moment was an opportunity. He was about to rush out, but was stopped by Su Muyu.

They are the killers of Anhe!

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat held a Zen stick in his hand.

He patted Su Changhe's shoulder, stopped Su Muyu and whispered, "Go back, you can't kill this man?"

"Why?"

Su Changhe couldn't help but sigh.

"Because he is Luo Jin's nephew." The middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat was Su Zhe of Anhe.

Su Muyu was stunned, but soon nodded, "Changhe, let's go, even if he is not the nephew of that man, such a person, we three can't kill him."

Su Changhe looked at the black-clothed boy on the long street, and was suddenly shocked, "This... This is the kid from Chaisang City, not Tang San, but Wen Jiutian."

Su Changhe turned around and stepped back immediately, "This Poison God of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect is damned, Tang San of the Tang Sect? This is the fucking Wen family of Lingnan."

"You just saw it?"

Su Zhe shook his head, "After tonight, he is really the best in the world."

"He looks like he has broken through?"

"Yes!"

"Shenyou Xuanjing!"