张(zhāng )玄真从剑鞘中抽出斩(zhǎn )离剑,单手持(chí )剑,凝(níng )视(shì )墨威。“剑倒(dǎo )是不错,可惜人太垃圾。”墨威冷哼一声。叮的一(yī )声,摘星台旁(páng )的钟(zhōng )声敲响,就(jiù )在(zài )拳(quán )斗(dòu )刚刚(gāng )开始(shǐ )之际,还不等张玄真(zhēn )出剑,一道黑白花影(yǐng )已经掠到张玄真面前,一股难以想(xiǎng )象的浩(hào )瀚(hàn )内劲从墨威掌中喷涌而出。张(zhāng )玄真急忙(máng )以剑身抵挡,但两人实力(lì )相(xiàng )差太(tài )大(dà ),