Just like what Broken Sorrow often taught Lin Xiaoyuan, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, and he can strategically despise the inferior, but tactically, he must pay attention to the enemy. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

From ancient times to the present, because of carelessness, there have been countless cases of capsizing in the gutter, Yan Zhixing did not care about these face-saving things, and did his best to make a move, which fully proved that he had rich experience in actual combat and attached great importance to his opponent.

Even if the other party is just a fifteen-year-old little girl in the Soul Cultivation Realm.

It's just that people are emotional creatures, instinctively sympathetic to the weak and hostile to the strong, especially when the strong bully the weak.

The monk is naturally no exception, in their eyes, Lin Xiaoyuan has been labeled as a "weakling", and Yan Zhixing is the object of everyone's complaints, an out-and-out bastard, scum.

On the fighting platform.

The sound blade in the sky poured silently like a waterfall, and suddenly shattered the thunder and light explosion around Yan Zhixing's body, forcing his body to separate from the Divine Thorn, and the fierce offensive was also stopped.

Yan Zhixing's face was solemn, and he raised the spell mark in his hand, and in an instant, more than ten cyan thunderballs appeared around him, emitting a deafening thunderous sound, blasting away all the endless sound blades.

Then, with a stabbing of the gods, seven or eight cyan thunderballs broke through the layers of mist, and shot through the air with the sound blade in the sky, blasting towards Lin Xiaoyuan's location.

Lei Baichuan nodded with satisfaction, Yan Zhixing is thoughtful, he can be ruthless and decisive, he can also fight steadily, and he can change his mentality and offensive according to the strength and characteristics of the opponent, and he has been extremely satisfied with this mentality.

At this time, Yan Zhixing's steady performance, which does not seek merit but seeks no faults, can just restrain Lin Xiaoyuan's erratic and weird playing style, plus Lei Fa's natural restraint of Taoist methods such as ghost Taoism.

Therefore, although the sound of the piano on the field is endless, the sound blade in the sky is pouring like rain, and the offensive is unpredictable, but Yan Zhixing turns from offense to defense, and he is not arrogant or impatient.

Lei Baichuan believes that it won't be long before Yan Zhixing will find an opportunity to win with one move.

Most of the monks present were deeply cultivated, and they knew the situation on the field very well, knowing that this was evenly matched.

However, there were many accompanying disciples of other sects, Gu were some low-level disciples of the Qi Snatching Realm and the Soul Cultivation Realm, and at this time, they all looked at Yan Zhixing with a happy face, thinking that he had no power to fight back and would definitely be defeated.

"The disciples of Xuantian Sect are so powerful, with the cultivation of the late stage of the Soul Cultivation Realm, they can be defeated, and the Yan Zhixing who fights has no power to fight back. ”

"Well, that Yan Zhixing is a soft-footed shrimp, and I can clean him up if I change it. ”

"Poof, Jiangtao, you're so shameless! The master of Xuantian Sect said that the disciples under his sect are one to fight ten, and it's okay to fight at the next level, where do you get your confidence?"

"Sneer"

Jiang Tao was expressionless, tore off a strip of cloth from his cuff, handed it to his companion, and said lightly: "Break off friendship." ”

"Then you owe me ten spirit stones last month?"

"Don't pay it back!"

“”

The head of the Split Mountain Sect smiled bitterly, and several disciples of the Soul Cultivation Realm behind him were talking about it, all the way to the crooked building, and they had already risen to the level of breaking off friendship.

In the end, he couldn't listen to it anymore, and said angrily and funny: "Now that they are evenly matched on stage, the reason why this scene appeared is that the two have different fighting styles." ”

"However, this Lin Xiaoyuan can use the cultivation of the Soul Cultivation Realm to hard-shake the Spirit Realm cultivators, and not show his advantage in a short period of time, which is really powerful. After a pause, the Sect Master of the Split Mountain Sect added.

Several disciples behind him suddenly realized.

"Then we don't have to break up?"

"No way!"

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to return your spirit stones!"

“”

Lin Xiaoyuan had no sadness or joy on her face, and easily avoided a few thunderballs that were bombarded in her face, the faint light in her eyes, her jade fingers kept stopping, and the sound of the piano was faint, as if it sounded suddenly from the void, making it impossible to distinguish the direction.

The faint black fog is getting thicker, rolling like a tide, and there seems to be a woman's crying faintly, faint and faint, endless.

The scene in front of him changed, and in a trance, Yan Zhixing forgot everything, as if he appeared in the spring boudoir room.

Not far away, there is a pink beauty with shy eyebrows, thin shirts, uncovered clothes, exquisite curves, swaying, and walking straight towards Yan Zhixing.

His face was cold, Yan Zhixing's heart was full of waves, and thunder burst out between his waves, and the beauty in front of him suddenly turned into charcoal and disappeared.

The void changed for a while, surrounded by black mist, and not far behind him, there was a shadow jade hand stroking the qin, looming in the fog, Yan Zhixing suddenly turned around, and the air still heard the woman's wail before death.

After fighting for a while, Yan Zhixing was still unable to get close to Lin Xiaoyuan, and the temperature around him became lower and lower, and the frost condensed, which had begun to affect his body speed.

Unable to attack for a long time, and did not see the other party show the slightest flaw, Yan Zhixing gradually couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, and the thunder light converged on the stabbing of the gods, and the shots became more and more ferocious, completely ignoring his own safety.

Seeing that most of the monks below had a strange face, they shook their heads and frowned.

What they saw at this time was that Yan Zhixing had been injured in many places, cut by the sound blade, and the blood was bleeding nonstop, but he was becoming more and more fierce, completely disregarding his own safety.

That's it, the key is that Yan Zhixing seems to have lost his mind, although the offensive is fierce and decisive, but most of them are in the opposite direction, hitting in the air, as if he is competing with an unwarranted enemy.

Ignoring Lin Xiaoyuan on the fighting platform, he let him do what he did, so that the continuous offensive did not stop for a moment, this move made countless people puzzled and confused.

The dragon and tiger monks in the hall and the real people present knew this, and Yan Zhixing was clearly caught in an illusion, blinded and unable to extricate himself.

Defeat is only a matter of time.

For low-level monks like Yan Zhixing and Lin Xiaoyuan, it is unlikely that they will have too many spiritual weapons and treasures on their bodies, let alone supernatural powers and magic weapons, so if they don't use talismans and secret treasures, they will almost be able to get their hands on natal spiritual weapons.

Well, except for Lin Xiaoyuan.

After the generous gifts of a group of real people, she is now extremely wealthy, and there are so many treasures and spiritual weapons on her body that even the Dragon and Tiger Monks are salivating and their eyes are hot, obviously not among them.

It's just that these things haven't been refined by her yet, so they can't be taken out and used, otherwise, just with those spiritual treasures, Lin Xiaoyuan can directly beat Yan Zhixing down.

That's when things changed on the field.

Suddenly, Yan Zhixing let out a ferocious long howl, and the cyan thunder light became more and more vast and bright, as if he wanted to concentrate on this divine thorn with all his strength after all, and issue a final blow.

The thunder pattern spirit forbidden engraved all over the Shen Shen Thorn lit up, and the thunder light, thunder balls, and thunder pills around his body were all blue and black like ink.

Yan Zhixing's face was fierce, holding the divine thorn in his hand, carrying the sound of wind and thunder blasting, thunder and lightning, instant killing, and the soldiers pointed out, they were going in the direction where Lin Xiaoyuan was.