Yang Yi saw that the white-robed monk still had no intention of making a move, so he finally couldn't help it and took the lead in attacking. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the white mist filled the entire square, there was a giant sword that exuded earth-shattering sword intent and walked with the fog. When the purple feather fan shook gently, there was a light and fiery purple dragon walking through the mist.

The red fire, the scorching flame, caused the temperature of the entire square to rise sharply the moment it appeared. When the delicate fireball condenses, it makes this vivid red more vivid, and makes this scorching flame even hotter. The white of the sky is willing to play a supporting role in red, like green leaves to set off the beauty of flowers.

Seeing Yang Yi's fierce attack, the white-robed monk who had always been calm couldn't help but be a little moved. However, he was only moved, and did not see the slightest panic, so he made a move.

When the blue tangible wind blew, it turned into a giant blade that covered the sky and slashed towards the rapidly approaching mist. When the white jade ruler is pointed forward, there is an elegant and agile blue eagle spreading its wings and flying. A big square character suddenly appeared, with blue light adding color to it, and evil energy increasing its momentum. turned into "annihilation", and there was an earth-shattering murderous aura rising to the sky, wanting to slaughter the world.

The blue wind blew and the mist rushed. When the wind stops, the fog is boundless. Although the blade is huge, the momentum is sufficient. But it is not as big as the sky-covering giant sword, and it is not as strong as the earth-shattering sword intent.

The purple dragon roared, and the eagle roared. The dragon wants to swallow, and the eagle has shown its wings. The dragon of swallowing is like a small worm, and the eagle with bright wings is like a roc that covers the sky. Peng Shang can eat dragons, not to mention a worm?

The red light is raging, and the blue light is faint. The fire was fierce, and the word "extinguish" was cold. The fire wants to burn the world, but it can't burn through the words of the five paintings. The word "extinguish" is out, and there is no fire in the world.

The greatsword approached, and there was a blue wind shadow, which led the sword to go.

The eagle lacks claws, and the word "extinguish" is less fire. When the green light is lit up, the grand and vast vitality becomes eternal in an instant.

The blow was fruitless, and Yang Yi was not surprised. The purple feather fan had already retreated into his spirit pool, and the three-character gold seal appeared in his hand.

The white-robed monk's face, which was originally a little moved, became solemn when Yang Yi took out the golden seal. In his hand, there was an extra blue wheel of the best magic weapon.

The fog rises again, and the sword goes hand in hand. The fire burns, and the fog is broken.

The words "Hua", "Light" and "Ming" come out at the same time, blooming with thousands of golden lights and releasing boundless divine might. All the way forward, unstoppable.

The eagle cries and spreads its wings. The word "absolute" is out, and it is upright. The wheel rolls, and the blue light flashes.

Blue wings, blue claws, blue beaks. At this moment, the three natal seals incarnated into blue Tianpeng. When spreading wings, swaying thousands of miles.

The sound of the eagle is not as powerful as the sound of the sword. When spreading its wings, it is difficult to stop the sword intent to raise the sky. The eagle shatters, and the sword comes out.

Righteous and high-spirited, the word "absolute" is pressed. The red fire is finally extinguished, and the scorching heat is lost.

The golden light is dazzling, and the blue light is brilliant. The golden light is especially sourced. The brightness of blue light is shared by heaven and earth. The three seals fly together, and the atmosphere is square. Tianpeng walked alone, and everyone in the universe was shocked. The golden seal wants to suppress Tianpeng, but it is too small. Tianpeng flapped his wings for thousands of miles, overturning nine heavens and ten earths. The golden seal does not exist, and Tianpeng flies high.

The greatsword arrives again, and the wind shadow rises again.

The word "absolute" becomes "color", the wheel rolls, and the wings of Tianpeng are remnant. An invisible arrow rushed out, annihilating the word "color". The green light of life stopped the rolling of the wheel and calmed Tianpeng's anger, but it also dissipated.

Barely resisting the attack of the white-robed monk, Yang Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't dare to be careless, and was ready to shoot with all his might.

On the other hand, the white-robed monk, when he saw that his attack was resisted, he had already lost his calmness, and he was a little flustered. Just when he wanted to speak, Yang Yi had already made another move.

The fiery dragon that looked at the heavens and the earth roared out with the flames that burned the heavens and the earth. The three-character gold seal is re-released, and the divine power is reappeared. Red fireballs and blue wings all came out at the same time. It's just that the fireball moves forward, and the bluewings fly right.

The eagle soars, the wheel rolls, and the blue ring flies.

The eagle still wants to spread its wings, and the fire dragon is already furious. How can a mere flying eagle escape the mouth of the angry dragon. The three seals have not yet been pressed, but the wheel has no rest. The flying ring, the temperature of the fireball. A faint blue light, how can it be compared to the bright red color. Blue wings fly to the right, fending off incoming spells for Ben Thunder.

The blue wind shadow is still difficult to arouse the wrath of the fire dragon, let alone the three-character golden seal, scorching the fireball. As soon as the precious light of the white robe lit up, it turned to dimness. The white-robed monk exhausted his means in the second round, and in the third round, without a secret technique, he was finally defeated by Yang Yi's almost full force blow, unwilling to fall.

Yang Yi, who killed the white-robed monk, did not help Sikong Qingyu, who had the upper hand, nor did he do anything to the monk who was pressing Xu Yu and Ben Lei. He just took out the purple fan and paid attention to the situation on the field. After a few moments, Sikong Qingyu killed her opponent. However, she didn't mean to help Xu Yu and Ben Lei, she just looked at the only remaining Gathering Nine Turns Monk on the field.

The bandit cultivator, who had the upper hand, looked timid after seeing that the other four had fallen. As he struck, he stepped back, waiting for an opportunity to escape. When he was about to exit the square, a purple dragon flew out of Yang Yi's purple fan, and at the same time, the only hidden arrow followed. In Sikong Qingyu's natal weapon, a blue wind luan appeared and attacked the bandits.

"Why didn't you come and help us sooner?" Xu Yu asked with a little dissatisfaction after Yang Yi and Sikong Qingyu killed the last bandit cultivator.

"It's not that we didn't want to help sooner, it's that we couldn't. After my sister and I finished killing our respective opponents, our spiritual power was exhausted. When our spiritual power is restored to the point where we can use the magic weapon, we will immediately take action. Yang Yi smiled helplessly.

Xu Yu glanced at Yang Yi and Sikong Qingyu, and sensed that the spiritual power in their spirit pool was almost exhausted, so he didn't say anything more.

Yang Yi and the others finished cleaning up the battlefield, and then walked towards the open gate of the tower. As soon as they entered, the tower's doors slammed shut. Yang Yi and the three of them knew that there was nothing on the first, second and third floors, so they went straight to the fourth floor.

"What's so strange about this door that it would be impossible for any of the Gathering Monks who came here in the past to pass through, and they would have to return in the end?" Wolf Yuelonely looked at the blue light door blocking the entrance to the fourth floor and said.

"I don't know." Yang Yi observed the blue light door for a while, but he didn't see anything special about this door.

"Since you can't see a name, let's go in and try it." After Wolf Moon Lonely finished speaking, she walked towards the blue light gate. It's just that no matter how he walks forward, he can't enter the gate of light. But after a while, Wolf Moon Lonely was a little deflated and stopped walking.

"How does it feel?" Yang Yi asked Wolf Yueliao who had stopped.

"I can't step down, and there seems to be a wall of wind in front of me."

"This light gate should test the monk's control of the wind." Hearing Wolf Yuelone's words, Yang Yi understood.

"I'll try." After Sikong Qingyu finished speaking, he approached the light gate. She didn't lift her feet and step into the light gate like Wolf Moon Lonely, but stepped on broken steps, moving towards the light gate little by little. As Sikong Qingyu moved her steps, half of her body entered the light gate. Then she stopped, closed her eyes and realized quietly. After a while, she opened her eyes again and continued to move. When Sikong Qingyu's body entered the light gate again, she stopped again and closed her eyes to realize. After a long time, Sikong Qingyu's footsteps moved forward a little, but he stopped again, closed his eyes and realized.

At this time, Sikong Qingyu was less than half an inch away from entering the light gate. However, this half inch is like a moat. Sikong Qingyu moved his steps several times, closed his eyes and realized, but he couldn't take even one step forward. After half an hour, Sikong Qingyu finally gave up and retreated.

"I'm still a little short. If I advance to the Nine Turns of Gathering Form, or the Wind Source Bead becomes an innate magic weapon. This light gate can't stop me. Although Sikong Qingyu did not enter the light gate, she was not discouraged.

"It's natural. With Senior Sister's qualifications, it is only a matter of time before she passes through this light gate. Yang Yi comforted Sikong Qingyu.

"Alright, junior brother. Come into this gate of light. Of course, Sikong Qingyu could hear that Yang Yi was comforting her.

Yang Yi nodded and came to the front of the light gate. He didn't move under his feet, but reached out to the light gate and felt the wind in the light gate. The wind was like a wall, the wind was like a door, and the wind stopped Yang Yi's hand from moving forward. Even walls can be pierced. Even the door can have a seam. Yang Yi's hand passed through the hole, Yang Yi's hand inserted into the seam, and Yang Yi's hand moved forward.

The wall has fallen, the door has opened, and Yang Yi's hand is advancing. But a neat, orderly, calm and wise wind appeared. They are like soldiers in formation, attacking anyone who dares to come near them. Yang Yi's hand turned into a mighty sword, and Yang Yi's hand turned into an indomitable knife. Straight stab, forward slash. Break through the formation and crush the soldiers. Let this wind lose its wisdom and order, Yang Yi's hand continued to move forward.

One husband is the pass, and the ten thousand people are not open, Yang Yi's hand met the general. The general raises his gun, and the wind is blowing. The gun is domineering, the gun is brave, and one blow forward, unstoppable. The wind rushed in, as sharp as a blade, as cold as ice. Yang Yi's hand is a towering peak and an indestructible pillar. No matter how strong the gun is or how wild the wind is, it will not move. In the end, domineering arrogance can only be a momentary hero, and immovable as a mountain is the supreme king. The wind stops, and the mountains survive.

When Yang Yi's hand passed through the light gate, he stepped through it and easily entered the light gate. With Yang Yi's entry, the blue light dissipated, and the light was not there. Sikong Qingyu and Wolf Yueliao followed Yang Yi and calmly walked into the fourth floor of the pavilion.