Commanding Wind and Cloud

How can it be? The astonishment in Gran's eyes turned into shock, and the hairs on his back parted and a lot of cold sweat leaked out: How is this possible? Let alone an ordinary person, my fist would knock me down even if it was hit by a war horse. Even Cage didn't dare to just wear ordinary clothes and receive a punch from me without moving!

"Is this your strength?" Qian Jin closed his eyes, with a mocking smile on his lips: "This kind of fist, let me know how to write the word pain, even the word itching can't do it. It's too weak, really too weak...you are not even as good as the most common centaur monster."

Gran felt that he really saw the undead at night! Everyone is a demon warrior, and his fists have always had infinite destructive power. Unless Qian Jin is wearing a warrior's armor, he can explain the past by receiving his fists, but he is only wearing the most ordinary clothes!

Could it be...Grant's body seemed to have been shocked by electric shock, and he stepped back quickly with his feet on the ground, carefully examining his energy. Could it be that the clothes just look like ordinary clothes, but are actually clothes made of some high-level monster fur? Possesses a strong defense ability! That's right! It must be so!

Clang clang... The big sword rubbed against the scabbard, making a crisp metal rubbing sound, which slowly sounded in the courtyard of the mourning hall.

With his hands behind his back, Fabredis walked out of the backyard slowly, his eyes darting around Gan Jin with interest. Gran's punch was not small, and the blow from the thick wooden stake in his arm would surely break, but Jin Jin didn't show any reaction at all. The body's defense is a bit... outrageous!

Not a bit outrageous, Fabredis shook his head lightly, this should be said to be a very outrageous thing! But thinking about his level of strength when he was less than nineteen years old, and having such outrageous defensive power, it is barely shocking.

From the corner of his eyes, Gran discovered the existence of Fabredis, and he added a cautious look on his brows. At the same time, he really didn't have much confidence in the two demon warriors.

"Don't worry about me, I'm just a spectator tonight." Fabredis sat down leisurely in the chair of the mourning hall, raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Go on, I can assure you. No matter what the result is, I will not help."

Gran glanced at Fabredis suspiciously, and then turned his attention back to the energy. As long as the energy that can hit Fabredis before Fabredis strikes does not have any fighting power, then there is nothing to be afraid of facing Fabredis!

Gran's other hand also held the hilt of the big sword tightly, and raised the sword high above his head. His legs parted back and forth, and his fighting spirit continued to rise and urge. The turning force and even the twisted fighting veins felt faint pain, flowing gently on the body of the sword like water ripples.

One sword! Only one sword is needed! Gran Tongling's big eyes were narrowed into slits, and his confidence once again fully recovered. Relying on the power of the eighth-level sword in his hand, which was carefully forged by a level-8 blacksmith for a month, combined with all the fighting spirit, it was enough to split the vigor of the sword.

The energetic eyes suddenly opened, and the light shot out of them was like a lightning strike in the dark night, like a lifeless stone body, like a volcanic eruption, suddenly bursting out with endless killing intent, Zhan Saber mixed with fighting spirit and killing intent.

The raging murderous aura permeated every corner of the mourning hall in an instant. Gran's squinted eyes widened to the maximum. He felt in a trance that he was in a human-devil battlefield with golden iron horses and blood and limbs flying around. The fierce sword was like a huge demon that could devour people.

What kind of murderous intent is this? What kind of strength is this? Gran had the feeling of facing the demon clan with a knife on his face, crazily clamoring for a surprise attack. His body was completely frozen on the spot, his eyes were fixed on the most brilliant knife light he had ever seen in his life, and he didn't feel any pain at all. He just saw a pungent blood spurting from the center line of his body.

He lowered his head to see the origin of the blood, but found that the line between his eyebrows was also spurting blood, and then his body parted to the sides.

Such a fast knife? I am dead? What about hardworking people? Gran's eyes were wide open, and he could only see the place where Ke Jin was standing before, only two broken floors.

Fabredis looked at Mo Jin in astonishment, the knife just now was not any of the [Seven Bloody Stances], but the moment when the blow was struck, it was filled with [Seventh Bloody Stances] of going straight forward and never looking back, a strong and brutal bloody killing intent.

Ke Jin held the Saber in his wrist, stroked the blade of the Saber lightly and whispered to himself: "Blood battle, only one move is needed..."

"Seven styles in one?" Fabredis stood up all of a sudden, sighing again and again. What kind of thing is this? There is indeed an eighth form of the seven bloody battle styles, which is the integration of the seven forms. It's just that the friend who created the eighth form of the bloody battle back then had to go through several years of research before he really combined the seven forms into one. I didn't expect this kid to be just in less than one night... Although there are still flaws...

Fabredis looked at the drive, and began to wonder if he was too stupid, too untalented, or the performance of this drive was too amazing! Only those who have gone through countless bloody battles can gradually comprehend the essence of the seven bloody battles. Qi Jin is less than nineteen years old this year. In theory, he should have never been on the battlefield of humans and demons. Where did he get the experience of bloody battles? But his murderous aura just now... Even a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles in the human-devil battlefield cannot achieve it.

"Seven styles of bloody battle, one style of bloody battle." The more he thinks about it, the more he feels that this is a fighting skill tailored for him. The requirements for murderousness and the state of mind when facing death are extremely strict. The two years between the Four Seasons Valley and the Endless World, the experience between life and death is not inferior to a warrior who has fought many battles.

"Forget it." Fabredis shook his head and turned to the backyard: "Continuing to read it will really hurt my confidence. Even if it is the one hundred and eight Dou Aperture Zhou Tian secret method, it is still too amazing."

Vigorously raised his hand and took the saber back into the Doujie, found some ropes from the yard, and tied the 'two' Gran warriors upside down to a wooden stake in the yard.

"Two years." Motivatedly returned to the coffin and ate the offerings that belonged to Luo Lin: "In just two years, when I returned to Auckland, it completely changed. Tomorrow, it only takes one day, and Auckland will change again. I am looking forward to tomorrow."

The wind blew gently, as if to drive away the endless night earlier to welcome the rising of the sun, and the whole of Auckland fell asleep in the night.

The gate of the courtyard slowly opened to the two trays, and Gu Yue Jiaying wore a battle dress that was too plain to wear on her body, holding a double-moon scimitar in her hand, and walked towards the mourning hall with her slender waist folded.

Ke Jin stood up and nodded gently to greet this beautiful woman whom he hadn't seen in two years. Gu Yue Jiaying nodded slightly, bowed like Fabredis in front of Luo Lin's coffin, and walked into the backyard on his own.

A gust of wind blew up outside the mourning hall, blowing the white silk swaying left and right, and the clouds once again blocked the bright moon in the night sky.

Jin Jin took out the Saber and put it in his hand, and fell asleep with his back against the coffin. At any time, he should try his best to adjust his state to meet the battle.

The moon was setting and the sun was rising, and the sun hadn't swept away the cool breath that the night brought to the earth. The sound of the wheels of the carriage hitting the ground resounded on the street outside the courtyard.

Sabonis got off the carriage, tidied up the costume that symbolized the city lord today, and secretly warned himself that today's duel must be handled fairly.

The heavy door was slowly opened to both sides under the careful force of the city lord's servants, and it was not as arrogant and domineering as it was when the door was broken yesterday.

Sabonis stepped into the yard where the white silk was hung, the polite smile on his face froze for a moment, his eyes stared straight at the bloody dry corpse hanging upside down on the stake in the yard.

Gran! The demon warrior Gran of the Kai family! The moment Sabonis saw the corpse, his mind suddenly cleared up. Like a spray of cold spring water, it poured down directly from his head. He was shocked to see Gran who had been split in two, and even if he stuck it back with paste, he would never be able to come back to life.

"It's really early for the Lord of the City." Gan Jin stood up and strode up, pointing at the dead body on the stake: "Mr. Gran came to the door last night with his big sword and said he wanted to kill me. Out of self-defense, I had no choice but to kill him. Mr. Fabredis can testify to this."

"Really?" Sabonis raised his eyebrows: "This is really an unpleasant thing, I hope it won't affect Mr. Motivation's duel mood and fighting spirit today."

Kinky walked side by side with Sabonis towards the mourning hall: "Thank you, Lord, for your relationship. After being forced to kill Mr. Gran out of self-defense, I don't know why, but it seems to be much better."

"That's good. I wish Mr. Gan Jin a good result in today's duel."

Sabonis laughed dryly twice, and took a peek at the body of Grann who was hung upside down. The surprise in his heart still hadn't completely subsided. After being the city lord for so many years, he had never seen such a domineering young man. It's fine to kill people. He actually hung the person he killed upside down and waited for the duel party to arrive. What kind of cards and confidence are hidden behind this provocation?

Fabredis came out of the backyard with Gu Yue Jiaying and the others, and when they met Sabonis, he nodded slightly as a greeting, and both parties sat in the upper seat together on an equal footing.

Hanging on a wooden stake was such a body that had been split open by a war knife, and a fuzzy mass of internal organs was piled up on the ground. The atmosphere in the yard seemed not to be relaxed.