Wanyanqing flew backwards, leaving only the hilt of the sword in his hand. Yan Buer's eyes narrowed slightly, secretly thinking that it was so lethal. Wanyanqing's willow-leaf sword was made of precious gold, but it was broken just like that.
Zhou Yixuan did not make another move, the vision disappeared, sheathed his sword, and kowtowed lightly to Elder Jiang: "Yixuan is lucky to have lived up to his command!"
Senior sister!
Bai Ye immediately supported Wanyan Qing, and then he saw her injuries clearly. The sword was broken, there were a few cracks in the palm of her hand, her clothes were slightly damaged, and her breath was disordered.
Fortunately, it was not serious. Wanyanqing took his arm away from Bai Ye and adjusted his breathing.
"The disciples of your sect don't seem to be very good!" Elder Jiang laughed loudly. He was so happy that he didn't care much about what he said.
"Oh?" Yan Buer also laughed and said loudly: "Do it again."
He turned to Liancheng Huo and said, "Fight him."
He knew in his heart that Lian Chenghuo was definitely no match for Zhou Yixuan, but it would be beneficial to fight more, and there would be no danger with him around.
Lian Chenghuo's violent temper came over and he swung the hammer over without mercy. Zhou Yixuan was startled, quickly retreated, and then rejoined the battle.
This time, he did not manifest any strange phenomena. He held the sword with one hand, and every sword light erupted with tyrannical power. It was not inferior to Lian Chenghuo's hammer, and emitted thousands of golden lights.
"You look down on your aunt, don't you!" Lian Chenghuo forced Zhou Yixuan back with a hammer, and coldly shouted: "Phoenix Fire Allures the City!"
A blazing wave of fire rolled out, the fire rose, and it faintly transformed into a phoenix!
The divine phoenix is born, and hundreds of birds come to court!
"scold!"
The fire phoenix fluttered its wings and soared into the sky, hovered for a while, then swooped down with a loud cry, dragging a long tail of fire with great momentum.
Zhou Yixuan smiled indifferently, jumped up to meet him, stabbed out thousands of golden lights with his sword, and vaguely appeared a giant golden dragon, its roar shook the sky.
The two phases intersect, rumbling and shaking the sky, and finally return to calmness. There is no distinction between up and down.
Lian Chenghuo stood still, pointed at Zhou Yixuan, and said loudly: "I have to force you to have a vision!"
She closed her eyes tightly, and endless flames rose into the sky. A burst of fire suddenly shot out from her eyes, and she looked up to the sky and screamed: "Fire Blessing Thousand Demonic Fingers!"
In the flames, she pointed out from a distance, and a finger the size of a small hill spread out from the flames. It pushed out horizontally, faintly emitting a terrifying aura. The fire was condensed but not emitted. The flames were dark gold, as if there was something hidden inside.
"Fire Blessing Demonic Skill?" Elder Jiang's expression changed and he shouted to Zhou Yixuan: "Yixuan, hurry up and show the vision. This move is a famous killing move in ancient times!"
Zhou Yixuan, who was smiling calmly at first, was shocked when he heard this, and immediately offered up the vision, with a slightly grim look on his face: "If you ask me to offer up the vision, I have to pay the corresponding price!"
bass!
The other sword was unsheathed, and he moved, crossed his swords, and faced the swift slash!
The finger of fire collided with the vision, and Zhou Yixuan disappeared without a trace!
boom!
Zhou Yixuan suddenly appeared in front of Lian Chenghuo and swept across with his swords, implying a killing move, but Lian Chenghuo didn't notice it!
However, a figure was faster than him and punched him in the abdomen. Zhou Yixuan shrank into a bow shape and flew away faster than when he came in.
Liancheng Jue lowered his head, turned and stepped aside, Yan Buer smiled and said nothing, Liancheng Huo threw the sledgehammer on the ground, shaking the ground, and shouted: "This is my aunt's fight alone, you know what I hate the most
Someone else intervenes!”
"Mom asked me to take good care of you before she was alive." Lian Chengjue raised his head slightly and uttered a sentence.
He carefully patted the dust on his clothes. Even though he tried his best to avoid it, an inch-long gash was still torn in the corner of his white clothes. He held the corner of his clothes with great distress to prevent others from seeing it.
Seeing this, Lian Chenghuo stopped and was about to scold him. Her expression darkened. She had given up on him and was too lazy to speak again.
Yan Buer patted Lian Chengjue on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Be happy, I will send you some new clothes tomorrow."
On the other side, after Elder Jiang checked Zhou Yixuan's injuries, his face was so gloomy that he was almost dripping with tears. Zhou Yixuan's Dantian was cracked, and even if it was cured, it would not be restored to its previous state. Moreover, after today's battle, his Taoist heart might be broken.
Elder Jiang fed Zhou Yixuan a pill, turned around and angrily yelled at Lian Chengjue: "Are all the Heart Demon Sect such villains who have no guts to attack sneakily? They attack sneakily when they can't defeat them? And they use such heavy blows!"
Yan Buer stood in front of Lian Chengjue with a smile and said: "Just now, Elder Jiang said that the disciples of our sect are not very good. If this were a life and death fight, he would already be dead. The disciples of your sect are all flower practitioners in the greenhouse."
Can’t afford the test?”
Lian Chengjue turned around and left without saying a word. Elder Jiang was about to fight back at Yan Buer, but when he saw Liang Chengjue turning around, he immediately shouted: "I have a ginseng plant here. I wonder if you dare to bet with me?"
Medicines are spiritual, precious, holy, and immortal. In today's Dharma-ending era, precious medicines are already rare things.
Lian Chengjue paused and turned around, "How to bet?"
He knew that the other party was betting with him, and he accepted the bet.
"Young people are courageous. Your reputation as Dugu is very famous. It is said that you are the person who knows the best defense in the world. I would like to give it a try. I wonder what Taoist friend Dugu thinks?" Elder Jiang said with a smile.
, said calmly.
"As long as you can take my three moves, how about I not hold you accountable for sneak attack on my disciple?" Elder Jiang said with a smile: "Of course, if you don't dare, just kowtow to Yixuan and apologize."
With a flick of the sleeves and robe, the spirit of immortality is revealed.
"Don't mind my business!" Lian Chenghuo pushed Lian Chengjue away and cursed bitterly: "You only do these sneak attacks. What I want is a fair and just fight. What are you doing!"
She said to Elder Jiang: "Kowtow and apologize, right? I'm here."
As she spoke, she knelt down. A cold scolding sounded from behind her, and the words were unquestionable: "Huo'er, you can't kneel down!"
A hand grasped her arm and forced her up when her knees were about to hit the ground. She glared at Lian Chengjue and cursed through gritted teeth: "Who do you think you are? My affairs have nothing to do with you!
"
As he spoke, he was about to kneel down again.
Lian Chengjue pushed her to Yan Buer, walked forward with his head lowered, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said: "Elder Yan, don't let her get into trouble."
Lian Chengjue lowered his head. No one saw the killing intent in his eyes. He said an understatement: "Can you prepare me?"
Elder Jiang agreed happily, put his hands behind his back, and said to Yan Buer: "I will suppress the power to the sea of suffering. If the disciples of your sect have three strengths and two weaknesses, then..."
Liang Chengjue grinned and said coldly: "It's just my fault that I'm not good at studying."
Yan Buer felt a hint of murderous intent, and sure enough, Lian Chenghuo was his counter scale.
While speaking, Lian Chengjue took out a fine pen from his arms, put the tip into his mouth, took a sip, moistened it and slowly drew a simple Bagua pattern on the palm of his left hand.
After finishing the last stroke, he put away the fine brushstrokes, raised his head slightly and said, "Let's make a move!"
These are a pair of extremely delicate eyes, delicate and slender, but a little less angry...