When the voice fell, Hua Tian's ultimate move came, his palms curled into claws, and he caught Dragon Fuhu with his hand and drew it between the young man's neck!
Hua Tian's face was freehand, and a disciple with no spiritual power was not able to catch it!
However, Yun Bufan moved, and was not suppressed by the former at all, his spiritual power was transported under his feet, the soles of his feet pushed the ground, and the aura flashed, and he moved five feet away!
"Huh? How can you have spiritual power, it's impossible!" Hua Tian's eyes were filled with surprise, "Could it be that your piece of jade has opened up your odd meridian and eight meridians, this is really a treasure!" Hua Tian licked his lips, his pale complexion flushed, and his breathing became heavy!
"Hand over baby, die!"
The blow failed, Hua Tian didn’t get angry and rejoiced. He probed his claws again until he reached the point of the young man. There was a thunder blast between his five fingers. The speed was so fast, wherever he passed, the sound wave blasted, and it was terrifying. people!
Yun Bufan's eyes shone, and he pointed out a finger, seemingly slow but fast, lightning fast, and hit Hua Tian's palm!
"Quiet Means!"
This nirvana refers to Yun Bufan found in the martial arts left by the Taoist Jingshi. It was originally a martial arts of the fourth level of the human spirit, but after the latter has been improved, the cultivation level can be practiced as long as it reaches the second level. Not decreasing but increasing!
"Humph! Even if you can cultivate spiritual power, what can you do, it is still a waste in front of me!"
"Really?" Yun Bufan smiled coldly, and slowly vomited: "Blast!"
"Boom!"
The sound of the explosion sounded, and then a wave of air was set off, which swept away Hua Tian, but it caused the latter to suffer a dark loss!
Quiet means, silent!
One move, shake the sky!
Seemingly insignificant, but hidden murderous intent, this is the true meaning of dying!
Looking at the bloody palms that were blown up, Hua Tian looked terrifying and furious. He actually suffered a loss in front of a waste who had been practicing for less than half a year. How could this make him not irritated or angry!
"Very well, your trash actually hurt me, prepare to accept my anger, I will use your blood to wash away this shame!"
Hua Tian had a sullen expression and shouted violently, "Qingmu Xuanqi Sword, come out!"
When the shout fell, the big sword that Hua Tian carried came out, shocking people's eardrums, weeping ghosts!
Holding the Qingmu Xuanqi sword in hand, the momentum of Huatian weather doubled, swinging at will, wood air lingering, profound energy clanging, like a blue dragon breaking through the sky and screaming forever, like a mysterious tortoise escaping from the river and hitting the shore, murderous and mighty Yiyi!
"This Greenwood Profound Qi Sword is a spiritual weapon with four patterns. It is also your honor to be able to break the soul here!"
Hua Tian grinned, his figure violent, and his big sword pierced Yun's extraordinary mind!
The cold light reflected from the blade made the young man's eyes squint slightly, and his heart was abrupt. Under this sword, it seemed that the sky and the earth were collapsing, and everything was devoid of vitality, and everything was wiped out!
"Oh!"
With loud shouts, the young man climbed over with a monkey, dodged aside, avoiding the fatal blow!
"Can you hide it!"
Huatian Slashing Sword swept across, hitting Yun Bufan's face, the wind was dignified, and the flesh and blood was shaved!
"It's not a way to go on like this, you can't get close at all. If it takes a long time, it will inevitably not be twists and turns!" Yun Bufan thought and touched the ancient jade. "Uncle, this green wood mysterious sword is a four-patterned spiritual weapon. Can you contend with the sword of hatred?"
"Nonsense! The four-patterned spirit weapon is just a piece of scrap iron, and it makes it look like a treasure!" Ni Canghai replied in an angry voice!
"Scrap iron?" Yun Bufan swallowed his saliva, this scrap iron is too powerful!
"Uncle, let you drink your hatred and collect this scrap iron!"
Yun Bufan avoided the wind under the Huatian Sword, stepped aside, and uttered a low voice, "The universe, the four wilds, the Jiuyou Huangquan, the sword of hatred, the boundless world!"
"Boy, mumbling anything, summoning hatred without chanting, gods and gods, and there is something like it!" Gu Yuzhong replied with an annoyed voice against Canghai's urn!
Uh! The boy was stunned, "Didn't I want to show some momentum!"
"Hate out!"
The shouts dissipated, and a golden sword of hate that was cast in mixed black and white colors instantly appeared in the young man’s hand. It was different from the Qingmu Xuanqi sword in Huatian’s hands, and hate did not utter the roaring dragon chants. Instead, they sing mysterious notes indistinctly, like a baby crying at night, like a ghost in the ghost realm, sobbing like a complaint, crying like a woman in a lonely boat!
After using spiritual sense to dispel the negative emotions conveyed by hate, Yun Bufan clenched his palms and pointed to Huatian! Although his realm can only exert 30% of the power of hate for the time being, it is enough to kill the person in front of him!
Seeing that the young man also produced a spiritual weapon that was not weaker than the Qingmu Xuanqi Sword, Hua Tian's eyes became colder and his murderous aura became more vigorous. Obviously he did not expect that the inconspicuous waste actually carried so many treasures, but , Later this will become something in your own pocket!
Thinking of this, Hua Tian smiled gloomily, his eyes full of greed!
"It actually hit my idea, I don't know whether to live or die!" Yun Bufan stopped talking nonsense, deceiving him forward, swinging his sword straight at the latter!
Boom!
A sore tooth sounded, and the two swords competed with each other, and the enlightenment was everywhere!
The young man was not forgiving. Seeing that the sword in Huatian's hand was restrained by the hatred of the young man, his confidence suddenly increased.
Compared with Yun Bufan, Hua Tian appeared to be more aggrieved. The Qingmu Xuanqi Sword was restrained, and its original advantage was reversed. Instead, it was threatened everywhere, almost allowing the young man to find a flaw!
Withdrawing the sword, Hua Tianyin smiled coldly, "It made you this kid confused, and actually made a sword with you! I only need to attack with aura to get rid of you!"
After saying that, Hua Tian raised his arm and shook his backhand. A nine-inch palm formed by the spirit of the green wood was formed, and it swished towards the young man!
Bom!
Although Yin Hate is a deterrent, it cannot withstand spiritual attacks. This is mainly because Yun Bufan's cultivation base is too shallow. If Ni Canghai uses this sword, he can destroy all enemies and kill people in a flash!
Spiritual power hits the young man directly, even though the hatred weakened part of the offensive, he still shot the young man a few feet away!
"The fifth floor of the Spirit of Aoki!"
Wow, the boy spouted a mouthful of blood. He didn't expect that Huatian had actually reached the fifth floor, far better than Jianchen!
"Little Junior Brother! This is you asking for trouble, and being a brother can't help you!" Hua Tian flickered, walking towards the young man with a chill, his aura shining, and another big palm came into being!
"Get on the road! Junior brother!" Hua Tian raised his big hand and pressed it on the young Tianling cover!
"Really?" Yun Bufan suddenly raised his head, with a successful smile on his small face!
Immediately, a large scarlet seal continued to enlarge in the latter's horrified pupils!