After the thin line of thunder light passed through the chain of fire, the three tongues of fire that were entangled were broken and dissipated, and for a while, it seemed that thousands of purple-red dandelions were blown away. Zhuo Junchen disrupted Ling Yihang's attack, but Lei Guang did not seize this opportunity and took Ling Yihang down in one fell swoop.

Offstage, Shen Hanfeng covered his lips with one hand, and his face was pale and half leaned on Du Heng, Du Heng was stretching out his hand to half-support him, and the other hand fell on Shen Hanfeng's veins. Zhuo Junchen's gaze followed Shizun closely, and met Shen Hanfeng's eyes, his dark and quiet eyes were a little distracted for a while, and they immediately became sharp. Shen Hanfeng shook his head at Zhuo Junchen, his eyebrows slightly curved, as if he was smiling.

Zhuo Junchen took less than half a step in the direction of Shizun before he was overturned by a blazing force, and the whole person rolled on the ground several times before he could barely stabilize his body with the heavy sword in his hand. The long sword rubbed a string of flames on the ground, Zhuo Junchen's heart was sullen, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Senior Brother Zhuo, it's really a bit undesirable to be distracted on the competition platform." Ling Yihang's words carried a little reproach, but it seemed to be completely just a description of the senior brother caring about the junior brother.

Zhuo Junchen felt a wave of anger in his heart, and he pulled out his sword and immediately attacked Ling Yihang. The long sword and the folding fan clashed, compared to Ling Yihang's calmness, Zhuo Junchen's offensive could be regarded as cold. On the surface, Zhuo attacked Ling Shou, but Zhuo Junchen found that his own attacks were skillfully unloaded by Ling Yihang with a folding fan, and there was not one in ten attacks that really fell on him.

Between one offense and one defense, the gap between the two became even more wide. At this time, Ling Yihang's words seemed to increase, and he deliberately lowered his voice, so that the people in the audience could not hear clearly, but it fell on Zhuo Junchen's ears without leakage.

"Uncle Shen's injury is not healed yet, look at his appearance, really don't you go down and take a look? There is still a chance to fight, but there is only one master. ”

"I heard that Senior Brother Zhuo is very filial, why can't I see it at all?"

"It seems that people with demonic energy on their bodies are as cold-blooded as demons."

The folding fan clamped the Chongxiao Sword with the fan bone, Ling Yihang looked at Zhuo Junchen with a smile, and the sarcasm in his words was like the sharpest weapon.

The two were only a foot apart, and Zhuo Junchen's pupils were faintly red.

Ling Yihang's heart jumped, but he remembered his master's instructions, so he suppressed what he thought in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Since Senior Brother Zhuo is so persistent, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

The folding fan was not closed, and the empty left hand was raised high, and the palm of the hand was like a knife slashing towards Zhuo Junchen's neck. The hand knife fell, but it was so weird that he couldn't hear the sound of breaking the air, Zhuo Junchen's eyes were red, and the thunder and lightning on the Chongxiao Sword roared, he shouted, and the jade was burned.

The broken sword came up, Ling Yihang could only retract the hand knife, and the force was so strong that he had to take two steps back. The Chongxiao Sword was broken into two sections, Zhuo Junchen held the hilt, and the tip of the sword was still between the folding fans, but the good black fan had been eroded by the thunder and looked tattered.

The magic circle on the fan has been destroyed, and the good magic weapon is now a useless broken fan. Ling Yihang's face was gloomy, and he threw the folding fan to the ground, and the heavy Xiao Broken Blade stuck in it flew upside down towards Zhuo Junchen.

Zhuo Junchen couldn't bear it, so he forcibly took his body to resist Ling Yihang, and now he was a little out of strength. When he saw the broken blade coming, he couldn't lift his strength for a while.

"So, what are you waiting for! Whip up! The micro-immortal roared within him.

Zhuo Junchen refused, the master said that the Nether Whip should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary. With a slight movement under his feet, Zhuo Junchen measured his body and barely dodged the broken blade, but his left arm was cut with a bloody wound.

The magic weapon is precious, if they learn from each other, it is very rare for the magic weapon to be damaged, but now it is Zhuo Junchen's sword broken and Ling Yihang's fan destroyed. The disciples in the audience were discussing, could it be that these two would fight with their bare hands next? If this is the case, I am afraid that Ling Yihang's chances of winning will be a few points lower. Zhuo Junchen's spiritual root is thunder and fire, in addition to burning and bursting, there is also paralysis, and there is a magic weapon to block it, Ling Yihang is much less affected.

Ling Yihang stood still, as if waiting for Zhuo Junchen to take the first step, Zhuo Junchen also looked at him, the Chongxiao Sword that was broken into two sections in his hand did not throw away, but it looked like there was no other magic weapon. The two sides were at a stalemate, and for a moment the stage fell into a strange balance.

After weighing it in his heart, Ling Yihang put back the mask that was as warm as jade, and with a flip of his palm, a folding fan appeared in his hand, obviously coming prepared.

"Since Senior Brother Zhuo doesn't want to do it, then I can only come first." As soon as the fan surface was unfurled, Ling Yihang's movements became a little more ferocious, and Zhuo Junchen dodged left and right, avoiding the hot wind brought by the fan.

Wei Shengming had already scolded: "What are you still hesitating about, don't you see that this person is planning to put you to death!" "Ling Yihang's tricks can be described as deadly, if it weren't for Zhuo Junchen's calm heart at this time, he could make the safest judgment every time the folding fan came, I am afraid that he would have been poked out of several holes by this folding fan long ago.

The flames were scorching, and a few strands of long hair on Zhuo Junchen's sideburns were burned, but there were no more wounds on his body, but there were many burning damages on his clothes.

Zhuo Junchen clenched his teeth and stretched out his hand to block the fan bone. The broken sword sent a hot heat, and the aura he injected into the broken sword could no longer be stored, only dissipated. Ling Yihang's eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly: "If you don't see the coffin, you won't cry." ”

With a light movement of the hand holding the fan, Ling Yihang opened the mechanism in the folding fan, and several thin blades extended from the fan bones, cutting straight towards Zhuo Junchen's neck.

The temperature on the broken sword was even higher, Zhuo Junchen finally couldn't catch it and let go, in order to avoid this deadly blade, he could only fall to the ground, waiting for the opportunity to find an escape.

Ling Yihang was unrelenting, and with a flip of his wrist, he inserted it into him. He did it very skillfully, if others didn't look carefully, they would only think that he didn't have Zhuo Junchen to resist, and he stabbed Zhuo Junchen when he missed.

Zhuo Junchen rolled sideways, and the blade added a long wound to his waist, but fortunately he escaped from Ling Yihang's attack.

The wound on his waist and abdomen was scorchingly painful, Zhuo Junchen was not delicate, but when he got up, he almost went straight to the ground because of the wound on his body.

"Ahem." Zhuo Junchen vomited a mouthful of blood, and the blood stains on his waist stained his waist red.

"Still won't admit defeat?" Ling Yihang's voice was pitiful, and the movements in his hands did not intend to let Zhuo Junchen go.

Zhuo Junchen tilted his head, although Shen Hanfeng's face was pale, he was still standing under the stage and looking at him, at this time, Shen Hanfeng nodded at him, as if telling him that no matter what he did, the master would stand behind him.

Zhuo Junchen's pupils were red, but Shen Hanfeng didn't seem to feel anything wrong at all, watching a pitch-black long whip appear after the thunder in his hand.

The Nether Whip dragged to the ground, the black silver whip body showed an incomparable coldness, Zhuo Junchen held the whip handle in his hand, and the carved dragon head, the bead contained in his mouth emitted a ghostly light, and the long whip was raised and struck towards Ling Yihang.

Ling Yihang knew early on that Zhuo Junchen already had a natal spirit weapon, but he didn't know that he would choose to take it out at this time. The serious wound he had just received didn't seem to be a bitter ploy.

The black whip was long, and Ling Yihang couldn't figure out the bottom of the long whip, so he stepped back very cautiously to avoid its edge in order to see the effect.

Zhuo Junchen felt extremely strange at this time, the wounds on his body were still bleeding out, but he didn't feel pain. This kind of subtle perception is different from snatching, all the actions of attacking the other party seem to be just easy moves, the long whip has a spirit, and it can spontaneously entangle towards Ling Yihang.

He heard a sneer in his body, and then saw Ling Yihang's surprised and frightened gaze. The long whip seemed to carry this attraction, Ling Yihang clearly dodged backwards, but this long whip was like an appendage, and after being entangled, it was an inseparable thunderbolt.

The feeling of being stained by the long whip was first paralyzed, and the paralyzing feeling that spread to the whole body from the place where it was close to each other, Ling Yihang not only couldn't adjust the kinetic energy in his whole body, but even the spiritual power in his body seemed to be frozen.

The crackling thunder fire spiritual power spread from Zhuo Junchen to Ling Yihang's body, and this feeling of watching the danger attack, but not being able to dodge, made people's hearts extremely cold. Watching the tiny snake lightning gather and wrap into a dragon shape, Ling Yihang felt a sense of panic that he had never felt before.

"Dust!" As soon as Zhuo Junchen woke up, Shizun's voice seemed to go straight into his mind, making him understand in an instant, if this blow really surrounded Ling Yihang, I am afraid that this Qinghua Immortal Sect leader would be folded in his hands.

The long whip was thrown away in time, and Ling Yihang directly hit the competition platform behind him, and the solid bluestone was smashed out of a pit. The pain returned, Zhuo Junchen himself was not comfortable, and the Nether Whip disappeared in his hand in a flash.

Si Yun didn't know when he had come down from the tower and walked quickly to the disciple's side, his face was rare and not very good-looking. Zhuo Junchen half-knelt down, and the wound on his waist caused his eyes to turn white for a while.

"Dust." Shen Hanfeng did not come to the stage, but took a few steps forward.

Zhuo Junchen turned his head slightly, his scattered sideburns looked a little wolf, and he couldn't bear the pain on his body, but he still showed a smile at Shizun.

"Zhuo Junchen! As a disciple of the Immortal Sect, you are so ruthless to your fellow senior brothers! Twilight Cloud scolded, Ling Yihang, who was lying beside him, had already passed out, and his ragged clothes looked quite miserable.

A hint of fierceness flashed in Zhuo Junchen's eyes, but he quickly covered it up. Without him having to speak, Du Heng took the first step and said: "Senior Brother Duyun's hat is too buttoned, and Senior Nephew Ling is only a few broken bones, but it is the poison on Senior Nephew Zhuo's body, and I have to ask the door master to hand over the antidote." ”

Hearing that Ling Yihang's fan was still poisonous, there was an uproar among the disciples, and Mu Zisu had already jumped on the stage and fed Zhuo Junchen a detoxifying pill. It's just that this drug can suppress the toxicity for a while, but it is not an antidote after all. Zhuo Junchen opened his mouth to say something, but before he could speak, he passed out.