Dragon Prince Yuan

Far above the island where the disciples of St. Yuan Peak are stationed, many of the disciples of Swordray Peak stood empty-handed and gazed.

In front of the disciples of these swords, a man of great stature stood against his hand, his eyes sharp and his body hidden with strong transverse fluctuations.

His name is Zhong Yun, and he is not a generalist in Jianlai Peak. This time, he is also ranked among the top contenders, but in the end he lost to Bailiqiu's hands, which is the only reason for the chief position.

Though he lost to Bailey, Zhong Yun was arrogant and never condoned himself. There was also some dispute with Bailey on weekdays. Bailey sent him out this time, obviously also meant to keep him apart.

“Humph, a district Saint Yuan Peak, to send me too, this hundred crystals, is really too much!” Zhong Yun looked at the island from afar and looked a little dull, humming.

The disciples around them laughed dry and didn't dare to answer. Zhong Yun dared to denounce Bailiqiu so much, but they dared not.

“Brother Zhong Yun, we have been besieging this place for two days, this Holy Source Peak has no movement...” Some disciples quickly turned the conversation off.

Zhong Yun sniffed, expressing cynicism and disdain, "What can hundreds of people do at St. Yuan Peak? Do you really think they're gonna turn the clock when they come up with a chief? ”

“That Zhou Yuan only won Yuan Hong. If he puts it in the chief fight of our Sword Lai Feng, I'm afraid he won't even be able to enter the first five. ”

“If it weren't for the cynicism of the week with that mysterious beast, I would have pushed them straight across and kicked them all out of the pool. ”

Obviously, Zhou Yuan, the chief of Saint Yuan Peak, is also like a hundred crystals in Zhong Yun's heart, not really take it too seriously. After all, although it is all a chief struggle, the difficulty of Saint Yuan Peak and Sword Peak is obviously not at a level.

The disciples next to him were accompanied by a concomitant affair, which prompted some hesitation: "However, no matter how much we played to plunder the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak these past two days, it is strange that neither Zhou Yuan nor Zhou Xiaocai have appeared. ”

Zhong Yun's eyes condensed, obviously also noticed this. He looked deep into the island and mumbled: “The week was not good enough, not afraid, but the week was young, even the two sons dared not to be small... they could not shrink into the island, I'm afraid what was going on. ”

His eyes sparkled, half a minute later, he said: “Wu Qingdong, you led 800 people from the right side of the island to attack, attract the attention of the disciples of Holy Source Peak and the mysterious beast, I will lead 200 elite disciples, and when I have the chance to break into the island, I must determine what the Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xiaomeng are doing hiding inside! ”

“Yes!”

The other Sword Peak disciples were already bored here. When they heard that Zhong Yun was planning to attack the island, they suddenly cheered up and responded.

The attack of Sword Lai Feng began after a fragrance.

The attack of this kind also immediately led to a disturbance among the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak on the island. Finally, Zhou Tai, Zhang Yan and Lu Yan led the disciples to confront each other, and there was no way to fight on the sea.

Swallow was also lazy to join the battlefield, but after it passed, the disciples of Sword Lai Feng fled.

At a time of chaos here, Zhong Yun led 200 elite disciples, sneaking into the island and searching quickly.

After more than a dozen minutes, they searched the island, and Zhong Yun was somewhat surprised that they did not find any trace of Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xiao Ju, and that they had fought like this outside, neither of them showed up at all.

“They're not here! ”

Zhong Yunfeng's face was full of surprise, and the corner of his mouth appeared sarcastically, "Are you two leaving the disciples of Saint Yuanfeng to hunt the source marrow alone? ”

“Quite clever, knowing that the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak are hopeless, it would be better to rely on them to hunt more source marrow. ”

Whoa!

Zhong Yun raised his head and looked in the other direction. Only Zhou Tai, Zhang Yan and Lu Yan were rushing back with some disciples of Shengyuan Peak, apparently noticing that they were sneaking into the island.

Zhong Yun glanced over his eyes and drank violently: “Stupid people of Holy Source Peak, that Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xiao Ju have long run away, abandon your useless things, thanks to your eyes to stay here! ”

The three Zhou Tai people, as well as many of the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak, stopped. Some of them looked shocked at the island. Apparently, they were also unaware of the fact that they had worked hard for several days on the island, but it was empty.

And the other disciples, more face-to-face, and then the divine color was a little decadent, which was already low morale, at this time completely collapsed.

Zhou Yuan and Zhou Xiao Ju are all hope for this Source Pool Festival, but neither of them know where they went at the moment, which is obviously quite a blow to everyone.

Zhou Tai three people looked at the total loss of morale of the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak, also silenced down, complexity.

Zhong Yun could not help but smile proudly. "I advise you to withdraw from the Origin Pool Festival, lest you be humiliated more often. ”

“And your chief doesn't look reliable. ”

Zhong Yun laughed.

Next to them, the disciples of Sword Mountain also laughed and looked at the people of Holy Source Mountain with their eyes full of drama.

Many disciples of St. Yuan Peak were silent and numb embraced each other's ridicule.

“Shut up!” Lu Yanqing looked pretty and scolded.

Zhong Yun glanced. "Give you a day, if you don't quit actively, don't blame us for being rude. ”

When he waved, he was to leave with his sword to Peak's disciple.

But at the moment he just wanted to turn around, a flat voice suddenly rang and fell into everyone's ears: “Now that you're here, where are you going? ”

Zhong Yun's body was stiff, his head turned sharply, looked at a hill deep in the island, only there, a long young figure, when it appeared, stared at him without expression.

Zhou Tai, Lu Yan and many other disciples of Shengyuan Peak also saw the figure, and instantly sounded countless surprises: “Chief! ”

That figure, Heron, is the week that disappeared for days!

Zhong Yun also looked at Zhou Yuan with some suspicion. “Where did you come from, son? ”

They searched one time before, and they never felt the presence of the Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan's eyes stared coldly at Zhong Yun, but he had not spoken, but stepped forward. His figure appeared like a ghost in front of Zhong Yun, punching out.

“I don't know! ”

Zhong Yun saw Zhou Yuan dare to take the initiative against him. When the instant color was cold, he smiled. "Do you really think I would put your head of Holy Source Peak in my eyes?! ”

“Since you want to humiliate yourself, let me show you how much you are missing from Saint Yuan Peak and my Sword Peak! ”

Boom!

The males' breath suddenly erupted from their bodies.

However, despite the words on his mouth, Zhong Yun's hands were merciless, his palms closed and pulled apart suddenly. A dark blue sword shadow was shaped in the palm of his hand with an infinitely sharp smell.

“Blue Moon Shadow Sword Light! ”

Zhong Yun drank loudly, the blue sword shadow whistled out, like a smear of blue, and stabbed Zhou Yuan at a speed that was hard to detect by the naked eye.

At the edge of the sword, even the void is separated.

Once this cloud strikes, it is a killing move.

The blue sword light rapidly magnified in the circumferential eyes, however, he was still faceless, body surface, skin emerged with jade light, bones in the body, silver light gradually released.

Source gas flutters in the meridians.

Boom!

He held on to his five fingers and punched out.

With snowy fur gushing out of his sleeve, wrapped around his palm, like a boxing bracelet, and finally covered in pitch black...

Damn it!

The boxing shadow passed and the punch touched hard with the blue sword light.

“You want to die!” Zhong Yunqiao.

Knock!

However, just as his voice had fallen, his pupils had contracted sharply and had emerged with horror, as he had seen, when the shadow had whistled.

His blue sword was blown up with a fist!

“How is that possible?!” The sound of horror came out of his mouth, and he couldn't believe that he was going to be blown up by Zhou Yuan.

Zhong Yun's sweaty hair was upside down and he felt uneasy in the dark. The circle in front of him did not seem as weak as he had imagined.

Whoa!

He stepped back from the shadow blast, apparently intending to retreat.

However, as soon as his figure moved, he saw a fist shadow break open, five fingers open, and the next moment, he grabbed it firmly on his throat like an eagle claw.

Zhou Yuan looked up slowly and looked at Zhong Yun, who he had lifted up with no expression. “You're not very good, why are you so loud? ”

When the disciples of Saint Yuan Feng saw Zhou Yuan Dazhang Shenwei and caught Zhong Yun, they also burst into cheer. The dull breath from these days finally spit out some.

Zhong Yun, you dare to touch me, believe me or not, my sword comes directly to war?! ”

Behind that, the disciples of the Blade Lai Feng also drank: “Let Brother Zhong Yun go soon, or I will flatten you with my Blade Lai Feng! ”

Those cheers of the disciples of St. Yuan Peak came to an end, apparently also feeling the pressure of the Sword Peak.

When Zhong Yun saw this scene, there was a sarcasm in his eyes. He stared hard at Zhouyuan and drank: “Why don't you let me go?! ”

With the sword as the background, he didn't believe what Zhou Yuan dared do to him.

Boom!

However, just as his voice dropped, he saw a palm shadow violently waving, directly on his face, beating the blood out of his mouth.

Zhou Yuan retracted his palm and tossed it randomly, frowning: “Don't make any noise. ”

Zhong Yun stayed down. The next moment, he looked at Zhouyuan with a groan. "Do you dare hit me?! ”

Boom!

Responding to him was a heavy enough punch to burst like a mountain. The punch carried a sound explosion and heavily hit the chest of the cloud. One punch blew him out, smashing a hill in the island open, the boulder rolled down and buried the body of the cloud.

The whole island is quiet, both inside and outside.

Everyone is incredibly looking at this scene, especially the disciples of Sword Peak. They didn't expect Zhou Yuan to be so bold, they didn't hesitate to break Zhong Yun...

The disciples of Saint Yuan Peak also swallowed a sip and were also deterred by the means of the circumference, but at the same time they were deterred with some intent of burning and flowing, and the circumference has shown by action that he will not have any concessions in the face of the sword.

Zhou Yuan slightly skewed, looking at the disciples of Shengyuan Peak such as Zhou Tai, said: “Are you afraid? ”

Many disciples looked at each other, and there were people biting their teeth: “We are not afraid of the sword coming to the peak! As long as there is a chief you! ”

Zhou Yuan sighted and smiled slightly. Then he pointed his finger at some of the swords to the disciples of Feng. “In that case, leave them all behind...”

“From now on...”

“Saint Yuan peak versus Sword Peak, declared war. ”

When the last sentence of the Zhouyuan fell, all the disciples of Saint Yuan Peak felt the blood in their bodies, as if it had boiled at this time.