"Xu Zhu, how dare you!"
Seeing the chaos in the field, Song Yuansheng, who had been watching the show lightly before, finally couldn't bear it anymore. Especially when he saw his sister being dealt with by Ye Aotian and Xu Zhu together, Song Yuansheng even shouted loudly. .
Seeing that Xu Zhu's movements did not stop at all, as if he had not heard his own words, Song Yuansheng became angry. Originally, he had no intention of interfering. In the end, his sister intervened, so he just treated it as a small fight, but now the situation is obviously not the same. After a small fight, the three of Xu Zhu took action together, and even the dozen disciples behind him seemed ready to make a move. Now he doesn't care about the grievances between the sects, as long as his sister is fine, otherwise, if he loses a hair, not only will his master deal with him, but if those old guys find out about it when he returns to the sect, he will lose at least a layer of his skin.
"bass…"
With a soft groan, a blue light suddenly appeared. Song Yuansheng pulled out the flying sword from his back, and suddenly a burst of dark blue sword energy slashed directly at the phantom of the spiritual beast that looked like a bird, a crane but not a crane. Then he grasped with his left hand, and a ball of spiritual light emerged, flowing directly towards the four-legged human-faced spiritual beast.
Song Yuansheng's whole person was majestic, his Taoist robes shook slightly, and a breath of mid-stage Nascent Soul realm gushed out, and he was in the Nascent Soul realm again. Xu Zhu's eyes were shocked. He didn't expect that Song Yuansheng was also in the Nascent Soul realm, and although his cultivation level was not as good as his sister's, it was still higher than his own. The mystery of this Hanging View was indeed extraordinary.
Jiang Huding and Zhao Jiuge, who were running to gain strength from each other, were the first to fight. A dark light flowed, and their bodies swelled, as if their fur clothes were about to burst. They held two maces in their hands and moved forward with violent momentum.
A figure with bright golden light, fluorescent lights all over his body, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a piece of bright golden armor that was lifelike. His palms were extraordinarily bright, and he faced Jiang Huding with his bare hands and an aura of peace and tranquility.
Both of them use body refining techniques to compete with each other. Who can win
"Boom..."
In the focused eyes of the others, the two finally collided with each other. First there was a deafening sound, and the entire observation deck shook slightly as if it was about to collapse. Then I saw the two of them retreating in unison.
Zhao Jiuge directly used Sanskrit Holy Palm to deal with the two black maces in Jiang Huding's hands. The entire mace was covered with sharp barbs and was huge.
As soon as they made contact, Zhao Jiuge's chest was filled with stars, and the golden light on his body dissipated directly. The rich golden light on his two palms receded first, and the tiger's mouth of his hands was covered with blood. Even with the resistance of the Sanskrit Holy Body, Zhao Jiuge's hands were still affected. trauma.
After the first contact, Zhao Jiuge immediately started backward, but Jiang Huding only had three noes. At this moment, he looked at Zhao Jiuge without saying a word with his mouth pursed, and his eyes were a little complicated. It seemed that he had only taken three steps back and that he had the upper hand. In fact, only he knew that he had lost this fight.
The dark light on his body dissipated, revealing his true body. The body he had just propped up returned to normal. However, the fur coat on the surface was a little broken. The rest of the body looked unharmed. However, due to the influence of brute force, his appearance It was nothing, but his body was already in a state of turmoil, his energy and blood were boiling, and his spiritual power was unable to function for a short period of time.
Compared to Zhao Jiuge's apparent embarrassment, the Sanskrit Holy Body was shattered, but his body was intact. He himself didn't just lose a little bit, so his eyes were complicated, and his cultivation level was not as good as his own. He also used the spiritual weapon in his hand to compete with the body-refining technique that he was good at, and he still lost. How did this make him feel? Don't feel aggrieved.
On the other side, Ye Aotian took out the blue and white jade fan, and his aura became even more ferocious. The blue and white jade fan in his hand was his magic weapon, a spiritual weapon named 'Xiaoyao Jianghu'.
The aura of ordinary spiritual weapons is not so fierce, and it cannot exert much strength, but this 'Xiaoyao Jianghu' is different. He has reached the early stage of Yuanying realm, but it has been tempered by the Ziyuan fire in Zifu. After being refined, the power will naturally increase geometrically.
Looking at Ye Aotian who looked elegant and elegant while holding the 'Xiaoyao Jianghu', Song Rujing's eyes were full of disdain. She curled her lips, raised her white and tender hands leisurely, and touched the void in front of her. But this time, no circle was drawn.
After one o'clock, the little girl Song Rujing had a serious face. After a moment, she released her right hand and stopped the action. She saw a white light spot emerging from the place where her finger had just been pointed. Then it got bigger and bigger, and finally it was as big as a fist. After seeing it clearly, it turned out to be a milky white flame!
Song Rujing flicked her right hand, and the milky white flame flew directly towards Ye Aotian opposite.
The sudden change made Ye Aotian's eyes flash, and after he saw clearly what was coming, he shouted, "Fire of Nothingness."
The Fire of Nothingness is different from the Taoist Three Flavors True Fire and the Buddhist Buddha Karmic Fire. It is purely produced through cultivation of a method. Compared with these types of flames, there are many other types of flames that are cultivated or generated by some dangerous places. Flames, these things all have their own characteristics, and their power is of course equally extraordinary.
Ye Aotian didn't expect that the little girl in front of him was not very young, but she was very capable. She was involved in everything. However, he did not know that this Xuankong Temple has always been mysterious. Although it is named Guan, it does not only practice Taoism. It involves swordsmanship, Taoism and even Buddhism. Therefore, he left Xuankong Temple and accepted disciples to seek refinement rather than more, because The inheritance of Xuankong Temple is too broad, and disciples who are not monsters and have extraordinary qualifications cannot be qualified.
Looking at the milky white fire that was like nothingness, Ye Aotian was a little wary but not too nervous. He smiled calmly. He may be a lot worse than Song Rujing in terms of realm, but they were both in the Nascent Soul realm, so he was confident that he would be invincible. This little girl himself will not be at a disadvantage for a moment, he just needs to hold this little girl back. With his background and treasures, he has no problem doing this.
"A storm arises."
As Ye Aotian drank softly, the 'Xiaoyao Jianghu' in his hand slowly swayed from side to side, and the light golden spiritual power slowly emerged in the void like rain. The spiritual threads were as thin as cotton.
"The mountains and rivers appear with two fans."
As the sound intensified, the spiritual power that emerged began to become violent, automatic and majestic without wind, with an unstoppable aura.
"Three swings to shock the world!"
The last sentence had a sonorous and powerful voice. As soon as he finished speaking, countless rain-like spiritual powers began to tremble and rotate violently. A violent wind suddenly blew, and the invisible pressure pressed down on his heart.
And at this moment, the milky white fire of nothingness had floated towards Ye Aotian, and was then wrapped in this pale golden spiritual power. The raindrops turned into this spiritual power were spinning like a tornado, blowing away The fire of nothingness tightly wrapped it, preventing it from moving forward even one step.
This time the two of them competed purely for their spiritual power, to see whose spiritual power was strong and domineering.
The fire of nothingness is sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if it will be blown out at any time. From a distance, it looks like a flower bone swaying and growing tenaciously in the storm.
But Ye Aotian gritted his teeth. No matter how he exerted his spiritual power, the seemingly dying fire of nothingness was never destroyed.
From the corner of his eye, Zhao Jiuge saw Song Rujing who was not exerting any effort at all. He couldn't help but cursed in his heart, "Are all little girls so strong?" I really want to introduce Shasha to her next time I have a chance. It would be best Two people can compete to see who is better.
Facing Ye Aotian's Song Rujing, who did not hesitate to quickly consume her spiritual power but also be wary of the Fire of Nothingness, she remained unhurried and smiled, as if she was teasing Ye Aotian.
It lies across the river, and the bright moon shines on the river.
Let it be strong, the breeze blows on the hills.
No matter how fierce your offensive is, I am still standing still. What can you do to me? Song Rujing is well aware of the horror of the spiritual power consumed by using magic spells, so she directly chooses to spend it with Ye Aotian. It won't be long before Ye Ao... Tian will lose his fighting ability due to exhaustion of spiritual power. And she was doing it easily and effortlessly. This was much simpler and more interesting than using thunder attacks to deal with Ye Aotian.
Anyway, she had already seen her brother taking action. When she saw Song Yuansheng taking action, Song Rujing had a sly smile like a little fox on her lips. It was obvious that all this was what she expected.
Compared with Song Rujing's ease and ease, Song Yuansheng, who was worried about his sister's safety, spared no effort and directly drew out his sword angrily. The sword energy directed at the bird-like spiritual beast had a profound artistic conception and revealed mysterious and mysterious meanings everywhere. There were no fancy skills at all, but in Xu Zhu's astonished eyes, he directly split the spiritual shadow of the bird spirit beast into two parts, and then turned into little bits of spiritual light and dissipated, which surprised him greatly.
The two lights and shadows in front of me were condensed by my own spiritual power, and I learned it based on a method of cultivating the beast's mind in the sect's Tibetan Dharma Hall. Although the power is amazing, it has been tried and tested against ordinary opponents. I didn't expect that I would be defeated just after I came out. Song Yuansheng was killed by a sword. Who told him that he met Song Yuansheng from Xuankong Temple and he was not an ordinary person.
"Take action!"
One of the two transformed spiritual beasts lost contact. Xu Zhu was shocked and immediately roared. The dozens of figures behind him, including Taiman Mountain and Wandao Sect disciples, immediately started to move.
Although he lost a spiritual beast that was transformed from spiritual power and lost some spiritual power, what he felt more distressed about was the essence and blood of these spiritual beasts. Every time they were transformed, although it was powerful, it had to consume a certain amount of the spirit beast's essence and blood and himself. of spiritual power.
Whatever spirit beast essence and blood he uses will naturally transform into that spirit beast. Now that Song Yuansheng destroyed this sky-flying eagle as soon as he transformed it, how could he not be angry
After roaring, Xu Zhu focused all his attention on the other four-legged human-faced spirit beast to prevent this one from being destroyed by Song Yuansheng in a hurry.
With a thought, the four-legged and human-faced Wind Roaring Beast stepped back, raised its front two thighs, and roared loudly. It directly relied on its body to resist Song Yuansheng's spiritual power, but it was unscathed!
Although this group of spiritual light was not as good as that sword light, its power should not be underestimated, so Song Yuansheng's face immediately became serious, and he looked at the wind roaring beast seriously.
In the field, every place is entangled, and it is temporarily impossible to distinguish the top from the bottom. There are flashes of spiritual light everywhere, the roar of spiritual power, and the colors are brilliant and moving.
However, after Xu Zhu gives the order and the dozen disciples behind him move, this deadlock will be broken. At that time, everywhere on the scene, including Jiulian and the Yuehua Academy disciples, will also be broken.
Feeling the movements of the dozen Wandao Sect disciples and Taiman Mountain disciples, Song Rujing's eyebrows furrowed sharply on her lovely face, an unhappy look emerged, and coldness spread from her body.
Looking at this appearance, at the critical moment, this little girl Song Rujing is about to use her trump card and use her real ultimate move!
Lin Banruo's beautiful eyes also flashed with a look, looking at this young girl with a trace of expectation.
She is the only one in the entire observation deck who can protect herself. At the same time, she is the only one who understands that this cute girl is definitely the most powerful one, including herself. And this girl's strength is definitely more than just now, and everything really begins!