Gong Liang was not particularly surprised by the changes that happened to Zhao Zun. He had guessed Chu Yi's identity before. So, as Zhao Zun, who is Chu Yi's senior brother, has this identity, so it would be no surprise that Gong Liang would be able to do so.

At this time, what he was more interested in was actually Lu An. According to his previous layout, Lu An could never appear in this place, and it was even more impossible for him to have such strength to do this.

The whole thing happened to this day, largely because of his misjudgment of Lu An's strength. If he knew that Lu An had such strength, Chu Yi and Zhao Zun should have joined forces. As long as Lu An was surrendered at that time, then the relationship between Hong Ran and whether or not he came will actually not be so big.

I thought I had already figured out the battle between Chu Yi and Lu An before, but it seemed that the other party had touched him correctly!

Thinking of this, Gong Liang sighed helplessly. The matter has progressed here. From his perspective, he has already lost. Although he has won in the situation, for Hong Ran and Lu An, he still has lost.

Being chased by someone will definitely not be a successful layout.

On the other side, the gray fog surged wildly, wrapping Zhao Zun's whole person in, and then a long whistle slowly came out of the fog.

His tone was a little joking and a sense of excitement after the disaster. Zhao Zun's figure slowly emerged from the fog. The blood hole on his shoulder was filled at this time. His face was approaching a little white, but it was just that pale white. Widths of gray, light smoke-like mist flowed on his body, like a living thing.

Lu An looked at the familiar fog in front of him and smiled directly, then his expression slowly became cold, and finally he hated him and fell into an extremely unstable state. The sword energy on his body appeared and disappeared from time to time, sometimes big and sometimes small, which also announced that Lu An was in an extremely uneasy mood at this time.

Zhao Zun took a deep breath again and laughed extremely arrogantly, "Lu An! You are the first one to force me to this way!"

The expression on Lu An's face slowly calmed down, and without any response, he was preparing for power.

Zhao Zun continued: "Now you have a chance to surrender! I can choose to give you a good way to live, otherwise you may really have no chance when I take action!"

Lu An still did not respond at all, his whole body gradually became louder, and his body was twisting slightly.

When Zhao Zun saw the abnormal movements on Lu An, he scolded him again: "Lu An! Don't be shameless! A person only has his life, and he will die! Didn't he hear it?" As soon as he finished speaking, a gray long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. At this moment, it seemed as if the whole sky had become darker.

Lu An's frown became tighter and tighter. He seemed to have met this feeling before. He didn't like it very much and hated it very much.

Zhao Zun's expression had become solemn. With the wave of the long sword, a light gray ripples slowly dissipated.

Everything that passes withered.

At this moment, Lu An raised his foot gently, and an extremely strong fist suddenly burst out from his body. The moment his foot landed, the ground instantly cracked, and countless tiny stones burst out directly around.

Lu An's chaotic eyes lit up at this moment, and the light red halo in his eyes instantly spread out, and his whole eyes turned into a terrifying red color.

A red light suddenly flashed, and Lu An's figure appeared in front of Zhao Zun in an instant, and the ninth punch of the ten-style punch was directly knocked out.

Lu An suddenly appeared, frightened Zhao Zun and didn't react at all, but the gray fog surged earlier and instantly wrapped Zhao Zun in.

Lu An directly hit the fog with no fancy punch.

An extremely sharp and harsh collision sound instantly stirred up, and the air wave also spread out at the same time.

While the two were in a stalemate, Lu An took a deep breath. He couldn't make the tenth punch, but nine and a half punches were still possible. He took a step forward and his fist was also closer. The fist exploded from Lu An again, even more violent than before.

"Bang!"

The gray mist wrapped around Zhao Zun was instantly bombarded and directly crashed into the courtyard behind him. He crashed through several walls in succession before stopping.

Lu An closed his fists and closed his eyes. The red light in his eyes slowly dissipated. He took a deep breath and then let out a breath of turbid air. Just now, he punched the ten-style punches in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, and at the same time, controlling the muscles in his body also ran, and then he was able to accumulate momentum.

In the end, he really used the ninth punch, and the most important thing is that the power has not been reduced at all, which means that his method is feasible and he will never need to start from the first punch in the future. It just takes some time to accumulate momentum, which is also an unexpected surprise for Lu An.

Of course, he still couldn't hit the tenth punch. Although the ninth punch was no longer difficult, it was not that easy, let alone the nine and a half punches he created by speculation. When he could hit the tenth punch means that he could compete with the master at that time, and Lu An could feel that this time should not be far away.

Zhao Zun finally got up again from the ground. Most of the gray mist dissipated, and blood was covered in his mouth and nose, adding a hint of blood to his originally very white face.

"Lu An! You're dead!" Zhao Zun roared with a ferocious look on his face.

Then it instantly turned into a gray shadow and rushed towards Lu An, and the gray long sword slashed down with one sword.

The Cold Blood Sword instantly appeared in front of Lu An and blocked the sword.

Lu An opened his hand, and a cold blood sword composed of sword energy appeared in his hand instantly, and he stabbed his sword with a calm expression.

The gray mist surged again, blocking the sword energy directly, and Lu An couldn't make it in an instant.

Zhao Zun's gray long sword slashed down with one sword, and the sword energy broke in response to the sound, and even a corrosive feeling appeared on the cut surface.

Lu An watched the sword energy in his hand slowly turn gray until it disappeared, and his eyebrows raised.

"Just one sword! You will die! Lu An will die!" Zhao Zun laughed inexplicably.

When Lu An saw the sword energy disappearing just now, he also showed a hint of distress on his face, "It's these side-minded people again, no wonder you can only live in the darkness, and dare to call him the underworld with shameless words? I think you're still called ghosts!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu An's eyes turned red again. He held the Cold Blood Sword into his hand and took a deep breath. The vigorous sword energy on his body soared into the sky, and even emitted a faint milky white halo. Everything around him was chased into powder at this moment.

Lu An let out a long sigh, closed his eyes and opened his eyes. A faint sword shape suddenly appeared on Sha Hong's pupils.

"There is a sword in your hand and a sword in your heart. This is the artistic conception of the sword!" The second realm of the sword force, Lu An's expression was particularly relaxed, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

The sword energy that had originally soared into the sky suddenly changed at this moment, and tiny stars lit up in the sky. Even during the day, these stars still prickly make people unable to open their eyes.

Zhao Zun felt the sudden change of Lu An, and saw the bright stars suddenly appearing in the sky. His expression was stunned for a moment, and then gradually became crazy. The gray long sword in his hand suddenly became excited, and one gray ripples after another spread out from the sword. Everything around him lost its vitality under the gray ripples and slowly turned into gray powder.

The gray long sword and the gray mist on Zhao Zun's body gradually surged. The fog seemed to be full, and instantly expanded several times, like a living thing, and began to surge freely, even an unusually strange shape appeared from the fog.

All the blue veins on Zhao Zun's face burst out, and his face turned pale, but the expression on his face was extremely enjoyable. This feeling of controlling death made him particularly intoxicated.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Zun looked at Lu An and laughed dryly. The joking look in his eyes was particularly obvious. He took a step forward slightly, and a gray ripple directly stirred out.

Lu An raised his sword, and the same sword energy flew out.

The two disappeared directly at the moment of touching, without any sound, and just disappeared quietly, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Zun laughed out loud, "See? Lu An! The sword energy you are proud of is not worth mentioning at all!"

This is not the first time that the sword energy was restrained. Chu Yi was the same before. With a pair of black and white swords, the sword energy was like cutting melons and vegetables in front of him, but this does not mean that he would lose. He could win before, so the same is true now.

The sword intent in his eyes became more pure, and the starlight in the sky shone more dazzling.

In the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, there was also a Lu An, holding the short sword in his hand. In the same posture and the same scene, there was an extremely casual and familiar figure in his mind. He leaned against the starry sky and raised his sword and pointed his finger. Countless starlight suddenly fell from the sky.

Lu An smiled slightly, and countless starlight suddenly flashed. The cold blood sword raised and slowly pointed forward, "Second style, starlight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the starlight in the sky fell directly from the sky, one after another, all hitting Zhao Zun.

The gray fog on Zhao Zun's body surged wildly, and the starlight was directly offset by the fog, but there were too many starlights. There were countless dense starlights falling from the sky. The gray fog had no time to offset, and the fog was as small as it was.

There was a "boom" sound!

In the end, all the stars fell down, and Zhao Zun was directly covered by the falling stars, and the aftermath alone shook the villa not far away.

Lu An showed a satisfied smile on his face and let out a light breath, "The external objects are not yours after all, if you want to rely on them, you should rely solely on yourself!"

Gong Liang looked at the ruins not far away, and his face was extremely frightened, "How could he be so strong!"
Chapter completed!