I saw Leng Rufeng already lying in a pool of blood. The blue sword robe had been torn into many holes, and the blue cloth was full of blood stains. Even with so many wounds on his body, Leng Rufeng on the ground was still He gritted his teeth stubbornly and frowned, trying not to make a sound. Sweat had already covered Leng Rufeng's forehead, and his delicate facial features seemed a little distorted because of the pain.
Zhao Jiuge looked back at Zhang Pingquan with a happy smile. He still didn't understand what was going on. Leng Rufeng was already struggling to deal with the two of them, let alone dealing with these five at the same time. It would be strange not to be beaten like this. These three strange young men knew without thinking that it was Zhang Ping who persuaded Chen Jie, whom he had mentioned earlier.
"People from Xuan Qifeng, I will fuck you." Zhao Jiuge roared hysterically, with a ferocious face. After yelling, with the hostility in his heart, he strode towards Ling Longbiao with menacing steps.
After solving the three disciples of Xuan Qi Peak, there are still nine disciples of Xuan Qi Peak on the top of the mountain. Zhao Jiuge can't wait to beat the disciples of Xuantian Peak to half death now, but before that he has to deal with Ling Longbiao!
Xuantianfeng Square.
When more than a thousand people saw Leng Rufeng being beaten like that, they were all filled with indignation and excited. Their faces were full of atmosphere. The bad-tempered ones had already begun to curse, threatening that no matter who they were when they saw Xuan Qifeng's disciples in the future, If you want to crush the pain, it's more about clenching your fists tightly, holding your breath and continuing to watch the development of things.
At this moment, no matter who the disciples of Xuantian Peak were, their hearts were lifted, and they looked nervously at the top of Wuhua Peak.
Fate brought them together to practice together at Xuantian Sword Sect, and the honor of Xuantian Peak made their hearts tightly connected.
"Third Senior Brother, do you think Xuantian Peak can keep its ranking this time?" The lovely Shasha asked with some worry on her white and tender face.
"I don't know. Just watch it first and you'll find out later." Wu Kaishan frowned slightly and shook his head.
Shasha kept silent and shouted softly in her heart, "Come on, little junior brother."
Zhao Jiuge looked at Ling Longbiao with an indifferent expression, and then without any nonsense, he swept up the remaining spiritual power with the golden light all over his body, activated the effect of Sanskrit Holy Body to the extreme, and ran towards Ling Longbiao. When Chen Jie and the other five reacted But before coming, he had to deal with Ling Longbiao.
Because Zhao Jiuge had a bad and angry expression, and even the shadow of the Laughing Buddha around his body looked a lot more solemn. No matter whether Zhao Jiuge ran or walked, this shadow always enveloped him tightly. .
Although Ling Longbiao, who was burned by the Purple Gold True Fire Gourd, successfully resisted the overwhelming fire, his fair and delicate face had turned a little black, and even half of the boy's hair was slightly curled up, which was a sign of being burned a little. Ling Longbiao sniffed He sniffed his nose and smelled a foul smell, which made his emotions that had just calmed down from the shock rise again. There was no anger in his heart. That was a lie. He was dealt with by Zhao Jiuge again and again.
Seeing Zhao Jiuge running towards him again, Ling Longbiao licked his lips, a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes. He worked hard to activate the spiritual power in his body, and the golden spiritual weapon Flying Sword in his hand was still dazzling. They were both in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, so he didn't believe that he was worse than Zhao Jiuge, not to mention that the spiritual weapon he was holding was a spiritual weapon! With such thoughts, Ling Longbiao also used the anger in his heart to confront Zhao Jiuge head-on, wanting to compete.
The fluorescence around the golden flying sword in his hand was already flowing rapidly, and the sword body was trembling slightly due to the output of spiritual power, and there was a soft moan.
But at this moment, Zhao Jiuge, who was furious, was glaring with a stern look, with a bit of venom, and with that arrogant golden aura and the mysterious shadow of the Laughing Buddha, how could he be compared to him.
The air was filled with distorted light curtains because of Zhao Jiuge's menacing running. The few spiritual energy left in Zhao Jiuge's body was also rapidly declining and being consumed.
"ah…"
With a roar, Zhao Jiuge clenched his fist, surrounded by a ferocious golden aura. Amid everyone's nervous expressions, he struck at the flying sword, a spiritual weapon wielded by Ling Longbiao.
"boom…"
A huge roar, accompanied by the sound of the collision of gold and iron weapons, came from the top of Wuhua Peak, and then the sound started from the top of the mountain and ended in the surroundings.
This time, the tiger's mouth on Ling Longbiao's right hand was torn apart, and blood was flowing out. Due to the influence of the breath in his body, his chest felt tight, his throat felt sweet, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.
Zhao Jiuge couldn't feel anything under this fist. After all, a spiritual weapon was always a spiritual weapon, not to mention that a skinny camel was bigger than a horse. His entire right arm was numb and was trembling slightly. His right sleeve was covered by that His face was broken by anger, and his clothes were already somewhat tattered. If it weren't for practicing Sanskrit Holy Body this time, his right arm had another form and had undergone some changes. I'm afraid that facing the flying sword, the spiritual weapon in Ling Longbiao's hand, it would have been directly destroyed. .
At first, there were still two or three levels of spiritual power. After this, there was basically not much left. There was about one level left, and the spiritual power was about to be exhausted. However, it was enough to deal with Ling Longbiao before that. Zhao Jiuge saw it. There was a hint of coldness in his heart. When he thought of Leng Rufeng still lying in a pool of blood, struggling*, Zhao Jiuge felt even more violent. At this moment, he couldn't care less.
Although the right hand was numb, the left hand was still there. The spiritual power in the body was instantly mobilized and released. The spiritual power was externalized, and a golden torrent of spiritual power immediately rushed out from the body. There were still a lot of odors surrounding this spiritual power. Bits of white mist bring a chill.
As soon as these spiritual powers appeared, they took down Ling Longbiao with endless power. His body was still retreating after being blown away by Zhao Jiuge's earth-shaking punch. He couldn't stand firm enough to react so quickly to resist the spiritual power that contained attributes.
"Pfft."
A mouthful of blood spurted out from Ling Longbiao's mouth quickly, with anger and unwillingness in his eyes, and then the mouthful of blood suddenly stopped. A dense layer of blue-white frost appeared on the surface of Ling Longbiao's body. Under this spiritual power, Ling Longbiao was seriously injured, and even the disciples who were in charge of the church had no time to save him.
Covered by that layer of frost, Ling Longbiao's aura was extremely sluggish, but at least his aura was still there. Just when Zhao Jiuge was still a little unfinished and wanted to continue taking action, a young man in black robes struck out in the sky with the speed of thunder. , and instantly a spiritual light swept up Ling Longbiao.
Although this young man in black robe is a disciple of the Cult Church, he is also a disciple of Xuan Qifeng. With an oppressive spiritual power, he enveloped Zhao Jiuge and shouted with an unkind expression, "What a cruel boy, the other party has already If you have lost your fighting ability, why do you want to kill someone so hard?"
Zhao Jiuge, who was almost exhausted of his spiritual power, was crumbling under the pressure of this fluctuation of spiritual power. The cultivation of these disciples of the teaching church was not comparable to that of his new disciples.
However, even though Zhao Jiuge clearly felt a tightness in his chest and a squeezing pain from his body bones, his expression remained unchanged. Instead, his expression was condensed. He snorted coldly and said, "The King Kong's angry eyes can only kill but not cross. Bodhisattvas use compassion to conquer the world. There are people in this world who are not qualified."
As for the Sanskrit Heart Sutra exercises, more and more Buddhist formulas appear with practice. Zhao Jiuge already knows that these are Buddhist exercises and methods. At the same time, he feels secretly happy. This is also a clue. He can check it out and teach it to himself in the future. After all, there are no clues about the whereabouts of Ye Wuyou who mastered the technique except for the place Ye Wuyou mentioned about Xiaoyao Valley. However, this technique and method are extremely powerful and must have a good background. However, in addition to the seven holy places, there are Apart from one being a Buddhist, I don't have any information about other holy places.
Hearing Zhao Jiuge's unconvinced words, when the young man in black robe wanted to say something else, another young man with a cold face came forward. His arrival made the sense of danger surrounding Zhao Jiuge disappear instantly.
"Hmph, as a disciple of the coaching church, you dare to use public affairs for personal gain. The coaching only allows us to save people, but we don't ask you to bully people based on your status. After saving a person, leave the field immediately. Don't affect the continuation of the training. Hurry up and kill the person. Take him down for treatment!”
The cold young man said quarrelsomely as soon as he arrived. Seeing this situation, Zhao Jiuge secretly guessed whether this senior brother belonged to their Xuantian Peak.
Hearing the voice of the gloomy young man, the expression of the young man in black robe changed. He glanced at Zhao Jiuge unwillingly, and immediately drove Ling Longbiao away with his flying sword. Then the gloomy young man immediately rolled up Leng Ru in the pool of blood. The wind followed.
All this happened between lightning and flint, and everyone had not yet reacted to Ling Longbiao's serious injury. Apart from Zhang Pingquan, who was dealing with Bai Qingqing, and the other two Xuan Qifeng disciples, only Zhao Jiuge, Chen Jie, and three others were left on the field. The two people who had dealt with Leng Rufeng before.
Xuantian Peak also has Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, while Xuanqi Peak still has eight people!
Although Bai Qingqing still seemed a little relaxed, Zhao Jiuge's spiritual power was almost exhausted!
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"What a King Kong with his glaring eyes, he can only kill but not cross." Elder Xiaofeng had a mysterious expression on his face, his eyes narrowed, and he said with some admiration.
Wen Yan, seven people including Jian Wuxin were shocked at the same time. Fortunately, the Xuantian Sword Sect did not prohibit the disciples from learning Taoist and Buddhist techniques and techniques. On the contrary, it encouraged disciples to accommodate the leaders of various schools. Even the many techniques and techniques in the Treasure Pavilion that needed to be exchanged were not allowed. It was spread among some other sects.
Jian Wuxin now loves Zhao Jiuge more and more. He has nothing to say about his character or quality. Although his qualifications are somewhat unsatisfactory, he can make up for his weakness with hard work.
Although Zhao Jiuge has now reached the Foundation Establishment Realm and has reached the conditions for the inner sect, there is still one final hurdle that Zhao Jiuge cannot pass. Not even he can change that hurdle, and it is something that everyone must go through. For a moment, Jian Wuxin's face showed some worry.