“Ticaca…”

Wen Yanxin used the Jinghuangqin to drive the wind blade all over the sky, whistling, while Fangxing, his five fingers were spreading, pressing them into the air, and at the tip of his five fingers, thunder flowers splashed out at the same time. Then more lightning lights gathered from all directions. In just a moment, a thunder python with five fingers as thick as a jade pillar was formed, wrapping the wind blade, which condensed by the Jinghuangqin, in a place.↗,

The thunder spirit burst out and returned to the void, and the wind blade was already messy and rolled towards the surrounding void.

I don’t know if these two attacks affected the qi of heaven and earth, but there was a drizzle falling around the Jinghu Lake.

"He actually controlled the thunder magic?"

Wen Yanxin was also secretly shocked, and her ten fingers were pulled down quickly and shed the strings.

But the ten fingers were barely falling, and before the string was pulled, a hand emerged out of thin air and pressed heavily on the string.

The sound of the Dingdong piano stopped abruptly, and there was a silence around him.

Wen Yanxin looked up and saw the little devil's face that was close to him and heard his words.

"Just with your ability, where did you get the courage to fight me with me?"

There was a hint of joke in Fang Xing's eyes, but more speechless.

Wen Yanxin's ability is similar to that of the Fox Fairy Girl in the North Demon Land. This was added by the old man Huqin who accidentally obtained it and passed it to Ye Guyin. Later, Wen Yanxin took it away and took it over. He asked an old talisman master of the Wen family to refine it and supplement some runes, which also made the quality of this zither even more. The Jinghuang Qin, which is a semi-divine weapon, reached at most 70% of the Pure Yang Dao Crane Spiritual Son, but he dared to block Fangxing's way, which seemed a bit ridiculous.

"You! Get out of here!"

Wen Yanxin was shocked. Although he was rude, he was not stupid. He pushed Jinghuangqin forward with both hands and pulled away quickly.

However, when Fang Xing pressed his palm, Jinghuangqin seemed to be stationary in the air. Wensi did not move. He stuck out his hand and pulled Wen Yanxin's collar. He smiled and asked jokingly: "I'm telling me to steal things. Where did your piano come from?"

"Pickled Ye Xiu, let me go quickly, otherwise I will let you die without a burial place..."

Wen Yanxin was originally proud, and she was not afraid of falling into Fang Xing's hands. Instead, she was furious and her beautiful face turned ashen.

"What if I don't let it go?"

Fang Xing smiled and took the black giant sword in his hand.

"If you have the ability, kill me!"

Wen Yan shouted angrily, and his disgust was undoubtedly revealed.

"good!"

Fang Xing agreed, and the black giant sword in his hand rushed forward and penetrated the belly of the willful lady.

Wen Yanxin felt a chill in her abdomen. When she looked down, she suddenly became stunned. A trace of incredible expression appeared on her face. Then the severe pain of her chest and abdomen being twisted spread throughout her body, especially like a volcano exploded in her stomach. When she looked at Fang Xing, her eyes were both fear, panic, and horror, but she no longer had the previous anger and pride. She opened her mouth wide and wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say for a moment... Why did he really kill himself... He is Wen Yanxin...

"What are you? Come and put on the airs of this young lady in front of you..."

Fang Xing sneered, and the black giant sword shook, and the invisible aura was released, and he was about to snatch it horizontally.

This murderous aura scared Wen Yanxin and shocked the cultivators around him.

"That's Wen Yanxin, the eldest lady of the Wen family, and the most outstanding junior monk except Wen Yiru..."

"That little devil is really not sympathetic or careless..."

"That little devil is really shameless when he actually kills a woman..."

For a moment, all the cultivators who noticed this scene seemed to be filled with cold air. After being shocked, they were filled with endless righteous indignation. In their opinion, it was simply unforgivable to kill a woman, especially a young and beautiful woman with a fairy-like temperament. They could tolerate the little devil for a moment, but they could not tolerate him to destroy the flowers.

"Little devil, you are seeking death when he actually attacked my Wen family!"

At this moment, a body shaped like lightning, tearing apart the void and suddenly appeared behind Wen Yanxin.

It was Wen Yiru, the great talisman master of Wen's family, Wen Yanxin's cousin. He could no longer care about the opportunity to endure and take action. He moved his body and approached Wen Yanxin like lightning. A talisman was stuck on her back, pouring her a lot of anger. At the same time, he grabbed her back collar and pulled her Fang Xing's sword down. Blood gushed, but a big hole in his chest and abdomen was exposed, running back and forth.

Wen Yiru's elegant face was filled with anger, and a light yellow talisman floated out of his sleeve.

The talisman paper was leisurely, light, but it was like lightning, flying straight towards the door.

"Um?"

Fang Xing suddenly raised his eyebrows and immediately waved his sword, and his sword energy spread across the board, killing the talisman thirty feet away.

Boom!

The talisman was destroyed, but a terrifying lightning burst out from it and suddenly appeared in the void.

It is the power contained in the talisman. A talisman is exactly the same as a magic technique.

"Is this your ability? Isn't it...?"

Fang Xing shouted, waving his black giant sword and rushed forward.

Wen Yiru showed a sneer on her face, and with a big sleeve, she gently sent Wen Yanxin to the elders of the Wen family who came to meet him. At this time, Wen Yanxin's face was pale and almost fainted. She looked extremely weak, but she was not injured. With her Jindan realm's cultivation level, no matter how severe the injury was, she could still support her for a while. Now she was actually scared and her eyes were anxious.

"Cousin..."

She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but her tongue was knotted and could not say it.

"Xin'er, don't worry, let's see if you vent your anger for you!"

Wen Yiru frowned and suddenly turned around and flew around, stretched his body, stepped on the steps of the Gang, and the finger tips appeared, like flying swords and magic weapons, covering the sky and the earth, covering the square steps. Each talisman was connected, forming a large net covering the sky, like willow catkins in spring, and rolled over to the square steps like heavy snow in winter.

In this moment, thousands of talismans were flying all over the sky, rolling towards the square walking.

While the talisman paper flew, even Fang Xing's figure was covered.

"Little Devil, what's the ability to attack a woman? Let's try to take my talismans?"

Wen Yiru stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Fang Xing, just like he was looking at a dead person.

"Wen Yiru, the great master of the Wen family, took action..."

"The little devil is sure to lose. In terms of attrition, no one can beat the talisman master!"

"Kill this cruel little devil and vent your anger for the fairy of the Wen family..."

"Kill this son to serve as a warning to others!"

The youngest great talisman master in the northern region of China!

One talisman can sell for twenty top-grade spirit stones, or his carefully written innate talismans, or even hundreds of taels of spirit.

This is not a battle, it’s simply a burning money!

However, as soon as Wen Yiru took action, all the cultivators believed that the little devil was defeated.

Not to mention the terrifying power contained in these three thousand talismans, even if they are slashing one by one, how long will it take to cut?

The cultivators around were talking, whispering, and envy flashed in their eyes. Someone even shouted loudly. Facing the fierce wind of the little devil, although they were angry, they did not dare to come forward to provoke, so they placed their thoughts on the great talisman master Wen Yiru. If the little devil was beheaded by Wen Yiru, they would shout a few times beside them, and at least they could have calculated that they were not strong!

"Damn it, so many talismans, how much effort do you have to spend with him?"

Fang Xing saw through his intentions at first sight and narrowed his eyes. In addition, people shouted from time to time around him, but it also disturbed his mind, which made him feel a little upset. In annoyed, he simply ignored the talisman in the sky, took a deep breath, and made gestures in his chest with both hands. Then the fire in his eyes evaporated, and a mouthful of flames spit out. When it was sprayed out from his mouth, it was just a thin bunch. When it came to the air, it became prosperous, and it formed a sea of ​​fire that covered the sky and sun, swallowing countless talismans.

Samadhi True Fire!

Use fire to break the talisman!

Let you play with talismans, let you play with talismans, my master, I burned you clean with a fire, let's just say you're just playing!

Seeing the talismans he urged to come out ignited and fell to the ground, Wen Yiru was stunned.

"Impossible...how could it be..."

He shouted: "What kind of fire intention he cultivated? Is it more powerful than Song Guichan's Bodhi Buddha Flame?

Everyone knows the advantages of the talisman master, which is that he is particularly good at war of attrition. After all, a talisman drawn in advance, and when activated in the battle, it is a technique of forming a shaping method. It does not require consuming his own spiritual power at all. As long as he is well prepared, it will not be a problem to fight with people for hundreds or eighty years. But his weakness is also obvious, that is, monks who are afraid of practicing fire. After all, talismans are usually drawn on paper talisman paper. When they hit the fire, they will burn them clean and turn into ashes. They will even play with it!

However, this is indeed a great weakness for ordinary talisman masters, but it is different for talisman masters from major families such as Wen Yiru. The talisman paper he used was sacrificed and refined with secret techniques, and water and fire were not soaked. Among the geniuses in the Northern Region, there were not a hundred or eighty people who practiced fire. However, no one could easily burn his talisman, including He Lingzi, who is famous for the three-life pure Yang fire meaning of the Northern Region.

"What other tricks do you have? Just use them!"

Fang Xing took away the Samadhi True Fire, looked at Wen Yiru and laughed, then rushed over in the air and slashed his sword.

"You are looking for death!"

The fire even burned Wen Yiru's three years of hard work, but it also roared the great talisman master hysterically. In addition, the shame and annoyance of losing, a rare ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. He slapped the void, and three purple and gold talismans appeared out of thin air behind him. The aura was terrifying, and there was a faint breath that penetrated the void and pulled the world. As soon as this talisman came out, it also caused the aura to rise three times.

"Little Devil, I defeat you with three innate divine talismans. Even if you lose, you can be content!"

Wen Yiru gritted her teeth and whispered, and when she took action, she seemed a little reluctant to let go.
Chapter completed!