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Chapter one hundred and two Cry
Wan Wan Jin Jian was beaten back, but he didn’t suffer. The glittering blade is still extremely hard, and there is no loss. It seems that the black sword held by the young monk is just like Wan Wan Jin Jian in the hands of Qingyan, and it is an ancient treasure.
Zhangfan saw this thought, and he didn’t know who this young monk was. He had never heard of Lianyun’s unusual treasure. Although he hadn’t seen Wan Wan Jin Jian, he heard from other monks that Wan Wan Jin Jian was an unusual treasure used by nearly ancient monks, and it belonged to the same level as the old man’s watery bottle in Thousand Wonderlands.
Is it so easy to ask for different treasures, and everyone has one? Zhangfan heart exclaimed. I don’t know what the result will be when my own spirit sword of Ebony collides with it, but this idea is just a turn, and Zhangfan shakes his head and collides with this young monk with his own cultivation. Even if the spirit sword is clear, I’m afraid that the powerful spirit mans will not have any slag left.
Just as Zhangfan was thinking, at the moment, the black sword driven by the young monk had a meal in the air like a shadow, and suddenly there was a big black light in Fiona Fang, and the black sword suddenly added, bringing up a hurricane and hitting it with great momentum.
Qing Yan’s face was completely changed, and dozens of spiritual strategics shot out from both hands and hit Wan Wan Jin Jian. I saw that the five Wan Wan Jin Jian sub-swords, which were originally attacking the young monk’s ontology, disappeared out of thin air, and the next moment they appeared around Wan Wan Jin Jian. Six spiritual swords, like a huge wheel flying edge, stood in the air several feet away from Qing Yan, waiting for the arrival of the black sword.
With a loud noise, the black sword was greeted with a black awn and a golden sword with golden flashes.
Boom, a black golden light burst in the black light, only to see a hurricane as thick as two water tanks suddenly formed, constantly taking things on the ground and going to the hurricane in the distance, while Qingyan and the young monk at both ends of the storm were shocked back by dozens of feet before stopping.
At this time, the young monk’s face was white, but his face was even more unbearable. I saw that a blood stain was flowing down the corners of his mouth.
Zhangfan will figure now in the distance, don’t dare to give the slightest reiki, even so, is also a thrilling, at this time to see the blood dripping from the corners of the mouth, the in the mind have no origin to a nervous.
Just then, the young monk smiled inexplicably and said, "Sister Qingyan, no, it’s time to call you Cuiyan. As long as you promise to put Wan Wan Jin Jian and Wild Silkworm Hongyan down, and then burn me a copy of Lianyun tactic, how about I let you go? "
Qing Yan’s sleeves flashed, wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth, and she still said coldly, "Cuiping, why did you do such a thing?" You set up a large array here to deal with me? Aren’t you afraid of Shi Shu now? "
The young monk, who was called Cuiping by him, smiled with a pale face: "Ha, ha, Yuan Zhen, an old thief, had been in a one-year death sentence as early as half a month ago, but one of the two grandmasters is still condensing Yuan Ying, and the other is in the Great Yan State, tens of thousands of miles away. Now, under this nine-fold spiritual array, no aura can spread out. Let’s see who will save you."
"Old thief. You are a disciple of Yuan Zhen’s Palm Sect, so why do you call Palm Sect an old thief? Aren’t you under Lian Yunzong? " Qing Yan asked in surprise.
The young monk called Cuiping’s face turned ugly, but it just disappeared in an instant. At this moment, he said, "Since you are here, I can’t keep you."
Qingyan is not angry and dissatisfied: "When did you set up the Nine Spirit Arrays? Who the hell are you? What do you mean by mixing in Lian Yunzong? Also, what kind of skill did you just use to turn blood into hands? "
Qing Yanlian asked three questions, but Cuiping on the other side didn’t answer them. She just kept her face unchanged and said, "It doesn’t matter who I am. What matters is that you are afraid that you will never get out of this array again today." As he spoke, he controlled the black sword, and the black sword surprised and went to Qingyan.
At the same time, the young monk was not idle, but his sleeves shook, and his hands immediately turned into a pair of black claws of Qing Wu’s dry pestle, and his body was at the same time. With a few "wooshing" sounds, his body became three, and he became erratic in the air.
Qing Yan didn’t care about the black sword, but just put Wan Wan Jin Jian in her hand to sacrifice in the air, and then two Lingbao fought together. And looking at the dozens of figures in the sky, the face gradually became solemn.
While Zhangfan watched, he was also secretly frightened. It is rumored that the life’s core monuments multiplier of the high-order monk can be ever-changing and even refined at the time of offering, and the multiplier in front of the young monk and Qingyan is certainly a magic weapon of the same level as his own E-wood spirit sword, but it is not enough for cultivation, and the cultivation time is too short, so it can’t be controlled like the rumored high-order one.
Even so, the two men’s battle is already shocking. Thought of here, Zhangfan broke out in a cold sweat. If the blue-shirt magic repair I met last time was not careless, I directly pressed Lingwei at that time, and then I made all kinds of magical powers, maybe I didn’t have a chance to use the soul charm of the third-order flying bull essence.
Zhangfan thought here, on the other side of the battle has reached a white-hot state. I saw the young monk’s figure split into three, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of Qing Yan, and with a pair of green and bright hands, the real fire that can only be cultivated by two golden-colored Zhu Jishi is like two panlong plates going to meet the young monk, and in an instant, the voice of "bursts" sounded.
When the young monk saw the true fire that can only be cultivated by the Tsukiji, he immediately opened his mouth and sprayed it. A black gas was sprayed from his mouth and attached to a pair of arms. In the blink of an eye, the whole arm of the young monk became black and bright, and a pair of dead claws became more abrupt, and they were suddenly inserted into the true fire of the blue, but the black and bright dead claws were not afraid of the true fire spewed by the Tsukiji. As soon as they came into contact, they spat at each other.
Blue "oh", see the young monk’s arm was not afraid of the true qi burning, this just surprised, but only a facial expression, also will be a mouth, an ice crystal from its mouth, that ice crystal frost directly attached to the real fire, but it is amazing that the ice crystal frost reached the real fire, not only didn’t put out the real fire, but also contributed to the real fire. Suddenly, the true fire seemed to be attached with a layer of blue crystal, which instantly turned into two surprised red and blue spiritual mans that rolled into the arm of the young monk. Immediately, the young monk’s arm burned with a "bursts" sound.
The young man exclaimed, "Red Sun Ice Crystal". As soon as the words sound just fell, the young man’s face sank, and he opened his mouth again. Another faint black fog was sprayed on his arm to merge with the original black fog, and a defense was formed again. In a twinkling, the withered claws burned by the blue qi suddenly became purple and bright, and the nails on ten fingers gradually popped out and became like hard cocoons, automatically falling off from his fingers and surprises to the blue.
A chill in the blue heart made her think less. With a wave of her hands, Panlong, composed of red sun ice crystals and qi, was brought back, hovering in the air, forming a defense to take over ten pieces of hard armor nails of the young monk.
After doing this, Qingyan retreated the real fire, and when she reappeared, she was already standing on a huge stone and gasping for air. She was no longer as cold as ice with a hint of indifference.
The young monk shot ten pieces of nails like hard armor, which was also a dark surprise in his heart. His face became more white, and his body flashed back as well.
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Chapter one hundred and three Suddenly eyes relative to each other
Slight moment, Zhangfan some absence, although he just looked at two people fighting in the distance.
At this moment, Qingyan took the initiative to attack, only to see that she had just sent a golden magic pill into the import, and then she opened her mouth again. This time, she was attached to vomit four or five pieces of the same red sun ice crystals, only to see that a few red sun ice crystals had just left her mouth, and Qingyan’s hands were moving, and hundreds of spiritual formulas were thrown out of her hands to shoot at the ice crystals.
With the injection of the spirit tactic, a few red sun ice crystals suddenly condensed together, and suddenly turned into a palm-sized glittering and translucent blue jays. The blue jays gave a sharp cry and surprised people in the blink of an eye. They just arrived in the air, and they have turned into a blue phoenix in Fiona Fang to pounce on young monks. After all this, Qingyan stood there, though still as cold as ice, but she felt weak and not frightened, as if a gust of wind would blow her to the ground.
When the young monk saw the big blue bird in his face, his face changed: "Red sun and ice phoenix, I didn’t expect even Yun Zong to treat you as a treasure. Not only did he give you Jin Jian and wild silkworm, but you also learned the phoenix-changing technique of Yuan Xia’s old thief." With these words, the young monk also bit the tip of the tongue, spewed out a blood column, and then quickly moved his hands. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of spiritual tactics went into the air, and together with the blood column, I saw that the blood column suddenly turned into a blood eagle with a length of several tens of feet, and also screamed at the bluebird.
Qingyan’s face changed, and she became dark and silent. The voice of indifference came from a distance: "Blood-melting, you are a devil monk."
The young monk had just sacrificed the blood eagle, and his face suddenly turned white, but he still replied, "Ha ha ha ha, what about the blood-dissolving technique? As long as you are killed, who can know." Speaking of which, the young monk’s eyes flashed a haze, and the corner swept from Zhangfan’s hiding place.
Zhangfan was shocked, don’t be now. Even so, Zhangfan didn’t dare to move that fraction, just more carefully to the folding of the gas technique to the limit.
With these words, the young monk showed a dark golden elixir in his hand, which was swallowed into his abdomen. At the same time, his hands moved again, and he hit several spiritual strategies into the air within a big black sword. The young monk and Qingyan have been fighting with different spells, but the two instruments in the air have never stopped, and at the same time they quickly consume their spiritual power.
At this time, the blood eagle and the bluebird in the air have circled and collided with each other.
The sound of "boom" constantly exploded in the sky between the two people, and the spiritual power of the blood eagle and the blue bird was constantly weakened and swallowed up by each other. The aura around the two birds kept turning into stars and shining, splashing around.
Qing Yan’s hands are moving together, and she keeps hitting the spirit tactic on the bluebird, and the haze between her brow is getting thicker and thicker; And young people often see the blood eagle ShaQi weakened a, will be a mouthful of JingXie spewing out, to the spirit tactic to shoot the blood eagle in the air, at this time, his face became as pale as platinum.
With a loud bang, the blue icebird and the blood eagle burst out at the same time, making a deafening noise and falling to the ground, but before reaching the ground, it dissipated without a trace, but the residual aura blew a three-foot-deep pit on the ground of Fiona Fang.
I saw that half of the pit was flame, but half was ice crystal, and there was a smell of mud grass and ashes.
And Qing Yan and the young monk spit out one mouthful blood at the moment when the blood eagle and the blue ice bird exploded, and their bodies kept retreating.
At this time, the black sword in the sky and Wan Wan Jin Jian both screamed and flew to their masters.
The young monk just put the black sword in front of him. The young monk wiped the blood from the quarrel with his hand on the black sword, and swallowed a magic pill with a yellow halo. He said, "I didn’t expect your fighting capacity to be so strong, one step lower than mine, but it forced me to almost use up life’s core monuments’s fine yuan."
And Qing Yan stopped her figure until she retreated to twenty or thirty feet. She held a huge stone and put a Dan medicine in her mouth, but she still stared at the young monk opposite, and her face became as pale as paper. A drop of sweat fell from her pale face, but she had not yet fallen to the ground and had been evaporated into fog by the spiritual force outside her body.
Two people at the same time, in situ reply spirit force.
At this moment, shrouded in two or three hundred meters away, the Jiuqu trapped spirit array suddenly became flickering. The young monk looked into the large array of the spirit mask, and suddenly his face changed, and there was no more calm color at the beginning.
The young monk’s figure flashed in place, and immediately he put the black sword in his hand and quickly crossed in the air and rushed to Qingyan. Qingyan casually hit dozens of Zhang Ling operators, only to see those spirit operators turn into fireballs, thunder and lightning icicles and so on, and hit the young monk’s figure, but the young monk just blocked a resistance, and those spells were blocked by a gas-protecting aura from his hand. The figure of the young monk didn’t even stop, just like a shooting star, and he raised his big black sword and sent it to Qingyan at a place two feet away.
The big black sword quickly shot at the blue color, while the blue color eyes looked at Wan Wan Jin Jian, who was inserted in the side, and said "disease" with a finger in his left hand, while Wan Wan Jin Jian just moved on the ground, waved the rounded blade, and nailed it there.
Qing Yan just changed color, looked at the galloping black sword, and suddenly gritted his teeth, spitting out a column of blood in his mouth to meet the black sword. The blood column suddenly turned into a blood fog, which covered the black sword and stopped it.
When the young monk saw that the blood sword was surrounded, he quickly took back the black sword, but he was furious. His face was as white as paper and showed a little ferocious. Suddenly, he made a small bottle from his waist. Only when the young man opened the bottle just now, he drilled a monster beast with a thumb the size of a tadpole from the inside.
The young monk opened his mouth, and another JingXie spurted from his mouth, directly wrapping the miniature monster. I saw that the miniature monster was hanging in the air forward by the young monk, struggling constantly, but it was gradually stuck more and more tightly by the JingXie of the young monk. After several breaths of kung fu, the miniature monster stopped struggling and suddenly looked across the street.