Chapter Seventy-Nine: Spirit Sword Pavilion Master
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"Bang!!" The figures of the two were frozen in the air. Until Feng Yunjie's move again.
"Feng Yunjie, in the past few years, you haven't grown much!" Yan Ling said with a grin. Feng Yunjie's heart was cold, his cultivation had not improved? The man in black had already raised his cultivation to a big level a few months ago. "I didn't expect your strength to improve so quickly, I have to say that you really surprised me.
Feng Yunjie knew that his strength was faintly lower than Yan Ling. "Come on, come again, the storm will rise again. ā
"Good coming, Ray turned his hand. Yan Ling was not weak at all, and he came to Feng Yunjie's side in a flash, and the palm with strong attack power on his palm had to be Feng Yunjie's defense.
"Bump. The two of them retreated dozens of meters, looking at each other. The strong fighting spirit soared into the sky. "Feng Yunjie, do you have this strength? Come, come, let me have a good fight with you, and show all your strength! Haha. Thunderer. Yan Ling used the spiritual power of his whole body, and a flash appeared, appearing in front of Feng Yunjie, and the flashing thunder light on his palm made Feng Yunjie's scalp numb. But he reacted quickly. With a wave of both hands, the strong aura overwhelmingly surged in, "Wind defense, wind wall." A wall of qi came out of thin air, and Yan Ling's palm was slightly stunned when it passed through the wall of qi, but between this lightning and flint, Feng Yunjie was enough to do a lot of things. A dodge Fengyun Jie narrowly and narrowly dodged Yan Ling's fatal blow. "You're strong, but you can't kill me. Because, the next person to die is you, Qingyun Sword, the sword cuts through the sky. "The Qingyun Sword is three fingers wide and three feet long. The sword body is carved with intricate inscriptions. Yan Ling's eyes condensed slightly, and said, "Come on, let me see your sword." The Qingyun Sword was at ease on Fengyunjie's body, and the tip of the sword spat out a three-inch sword light, and the sharp sword stabbed Yan Ling's skin with pain.
Call.
With the sound of breaking wind, a cyan sword light that was three zhang wide flew out, and the space everywhere it passed was shattered. Space debris was scattered on the ground, and the pitch-black void exuded a deep suction. (Because it's in the Nether, the space is relatively weak.) A strong qi sea can generally cause space to oscillate. Broken. Yan Ling looked at the cyan sword that flew through the sky, his eyes were full of fire. "Good coming, Thunder Shield. "There was thunder in the sky. Thunder flashed in the clouds. Nine thunderbolts the thickness of fists fell to the ground and did not dissipate for a long time. All around Yan Ling formed a cage.
The cyan sword grew larger and larger as the distance grew, and when it reached Yan Ling's side, it was thirty zhang. The huge sword light collided with the thunder shield, and the blue shock wave spread rapidly, erupting into waves of spiritual power.
The Valley of the Wind is full of dust. Feng Yunjie gasped and looked at Yan Ling. The dust dissipated, Yan Ling's arms and clothes were all torn, and there were scars on his arms. "Not bad, hurt. Feng Yunjie saw that Yan Ling was not hurt too much. "You...... You...... Is it a human or a ghost. Impossible, impossible, how could you be fine. Yan Ling looked at Feng Yunjie's panicked expression and seemed to appreciate it very much. "Haha. Feng Yunjie, have you experienced the feeling before death?" "Feng Yunjie is also a Chinese character, he will never give in when facing a strong person of the same level, as the so-called big husband can bend and live, he will never give in to Yan Ling.
"Come, let me see your strongest blow!" Feng Yunjie looked at Yan Ling and shouted.
"Well, I'll grant your wishes. Yan Ling's embroidered robe waved, and the nine-foot spear stood on the ground, "Ten thousand guns rushed to thunder." ā
"Crack, Crack, Crack"
The thunder from above the nine heavens fell, slashing at the tip of the spear. Yan Ling shook it, the sky was full of thunder, the gun was shining with thunder and lightning, bang, Yan Ling's toes were like a cannonball being launched, the spear was waved, and every martial action cut through the space. Instead of healing, the space morphed into a spear, each with a razer haunting it.
"Ten thousand guns are thundering. "Hundreds of guns flew out. Cut a rift hundreds of meters into the space.
The spear flew a few meters in front of Feng Yunjie. Another voice came from the sky. "Sect Master Lei's subordinates are merciful. ā
A young figure stepped into the air, followed by three teenagers. The young man stretched out his hand and swiped at the gun, and hundreds of spiritual power illusion spirit swords poured all over the world. Destroy all the spears. "Sect Master Lei, please dissipate your anger, it's better to reveal today's matter, and leave a hand today to see you in the future. I think Sect Master Lei should know this truth. ā
"Who should I be, it turned out to be Chang Jiutian, the master of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, or not, I will spare his life today. See what big waves he can make. Spirit Sword Pavilion Master Chang Jiutian smiled and said, "Sure enough, the Thunder Cliff Sect Master is indeed a magnanimous person, and I admire Chang Jiutian." Admire. ā
Ye Chen, who was furious at Yan Ling, was also speechless, and said, "Yan Lingxuan, it turns out that your father is so powerful. With such a strong father, he can really cause trouble.
Of course, Yan Lingxuan knew that Ye Chen was talking about that. Jiao smiled and said, "What's the matter, your eyes are red, how about being my brother." With me covering you, you will be rampant in the south in the future. Ye Chen didn't have the slightest interest in Yan Lingxuan's words, his gaze was always fixed on the Spirit Sword Pavilion Master Chang Jiutian in the sky. I always feel like I've seen it somewhere. "Nine days, nine days. Hiss.
Ye Chen patted his head and didn't think about it deliberately, just quietly looked at the three figures in the sky. Through the shape of the mouths of the three of them, Ye Chen could preliminarily judge what the three of them said.
"Chang Jiutian, don't listen to him, join me to destroy him. Feng Yunjie was also quite unconvinced when he was defeated. Brave and often nine days to shoot together. Chang Jiutian smiled but did not answer. That mysterious face made Ye Chen below also incomprehensible.
"Fengyunjie, I see that Chang Jiutian spared your life in the face of Chang Jiutian, but you are chirping crookedly here. I'd love to kill you. But because of my identity, I didn't have another dispute with you. Yan Ling's words carried a hint of coldness. Feng Yunjie didn't suspect that if Yan Ling really wanted to splash blood in five steps, he might be a corpse.
"Yan Ling, you can do it. I failed you and didn't protect Yu'er, and it was all my fault. I...... Sorry for the rain. She's still so young. Only...... Just left. Feng Yunjie finished his words tremblingly, "Yan Ling, I, Feng Yunjie, didn't protect her well, you and I don't have the strength, and self-protection is a problem." There is time there to take care of the rain. I have already asked around, and the sect that persecuted you and me in the first place has been destroyed by me myself. The rain can rest in peace!"
"Ahem, Wind Pavilion Lord, don't think about it. Don't think that you and I will join forces to deal with Sect Master Lei, even if you and I make a move together, we won't be able to get the slightest benefit in Yan Ling's hands. Maybe you don't know, Yan Ling is a spirit array master. I think you also know the horror of the Spirit Array Master. I think you two should do it for yourself! Don't make any extraneous branches, so as not to hurt the harmony. "Chang Jiutian's words seem to work very well.
Feng Yunjie also fell to the ground, and said, "In a few days, it will be Yu'er's death day, why don't you and I go to visit." āāā¦ā¦ Okay!" Yan Ling hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed categorically. After all, after so many years of cold war with Fengyunjie, it should come to an end.