Those Poison Sect powerhouses who came in before Wu Fang Xiao Yan had already joined the battlefield at this moment.

Looking down from the sky, the entire Burning Flame Valley can be roughly divided into four kinds of energy, one is the raging flame, the second is the cold frost, the third is the lightning with the rolling thunder, and the fourth is the gray-black poisonous mist.

"Senior, I have sensed the breath of strange fire, it should be the Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire you said. In mid-air, Xiao Yan looked at the center of the most intense battle.

"The Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire has been inherited in the Burning Flame Valley for hundreds of years, and the powerful people of all generations have left an indelible blood soul mark in the origin of the fire, and I don't know that this Burning Flame Valley Valley Lord is reluctant to give it to you. Wu Fang stood with his hands in his hands, looked at Xiao Yan and said.

"The three mysteries of the heavenly fire have changed, and the glass has changed!"

At this moment, a cheer came from the nearest battlefield below, and Xiao Yan's face changed suddenly as he heard the shouting.

Looking closely, he saw a scarred Douwang powerhouse in the Burning Flame Valley with red flames all over his body, and his aura instantly rose from a four-star Douwang to a six-star Douwang.

"Senior, he... How could he be the second change of the Heavenly Fire Three Xuan Transformations!" Xiao Yan pointed to the Dou Wang below and looked at Wu Fang with a surprised expression.

The Heavenly Fire Three Profound Transformations were obtained by him through his own ancestor Xiao Xuan's inheritance, and he never thought that the people of the Burning Flame Valley would also use this secret method.

"Xiao Xuan is good friends with the ancestor of the Burning Flame Valley, and this Heavenly Fire Three Xuan Transformation seems to have been taught by him, and it has become the secret of the Burning Flame Valley. ”

"Tang Zhen, can you still hold on?" The Poison Gate Ancestor forcibly broke into the most fierce battlefield in the center, and two figures were besieging a tall robed man in the battlefield.

"It's fine right now, but if you come a little later, you won't be sure. With the addition of the Poison Sect Ancestor, the man in the robe exhaled a long breath, and the pressure on his body plummeted.

I saw that his whole body was wrapped in silver flames, and when the flames rose, nine silver fire dragons could be faintly seen, shuttling within the flames. These nine little fire dragons seemed to have spiritual intelligence, and even released some dragon power from time to time while wandering, which made the soul power of people feel a little suppressed.

"Old poison, you really rushed to intervene! This is a matter between my Glacier Valley and the Burning Flame Valley, if you don't want to get into trouble, I advise you to go back to your poison gate!"

The cold air between heaven and earth suddenly climbed to its peak, and flakes of snow fell from all around it, and in a short time, the valley below was in a sea of snow. At first glance, it is wrapped in silver, which is extraordinarily enchanting and cold.

"If I let you besiege the Burning Flame Valley, I'm afraid that the next one to be destroyed will be my poison gate. ”

The Poison Gate Ancestor snorted coldly, and with a clenched right hand, a gray aura swirled around his body. The gray gas shuttled through the space, and the surrounding space brought a snorting sound.

Seeing the poisonous mist that spread, Binghe's face froze, the fierceness in his eyes flashed, and then his figure flashed. The space warp took the lead in attacking, and its dry palm was like an eagle's claw that brought up violent spatial fluctuations, and directly grabbed at the neck of the Poison Sect Ancestor.

"I haven't fought in years, so let me see how far your guy's strength has progressed. ”

The Poison Gate Ancestor moved his steps, easily avoiding Binghe's fierce attack, and at the same time, the gray qi on his right hand suddenly rose, and he pointed at the void with one finger, and pointed at Binghe's body like lightning.

Facing the gray qi in the hands of the Poison Sect Ancestor, Binghe's face changed suddenly, and when those gray qi swept over, he turned his claws into fists, and the surface of his fist was wrapped in layers of blue light, and the light was chilling.

"Bang!"

The fluorescent surge, Binghe's fist brought up the power of the rippling space, and with a punch, he fiercely met the right palm of the Poison Gate Ancestor wrapped in poisonous gas.

The two collided, and the space was directly torn apart from thin air, and a pitch-black crack was opened.

Bing He and Poison Gate Ancestor both took two or three steps back at the same time to stabilize their figures.

When the Poison Sect Ancestor was fighting with Binghe, Lei Ling and Tang Zhen, the masters of the Wind Thunder Pavilion, were not idle, and their figures were constantly staggering. One was surrounded by thunder, and the other was surrounded by flames.

"Poisonous old man, are the two of them also helpers brought?" After Binghe punched back the Poison Gate Ancestor, he turned his head to look at Wu Fang and Xiao Yan, who were leisurely watching the battle on the side, with a little vigilance in his eyes.

Binghe's voice fell, and Lei Ling on the side also cast his gaze, and he was vigilant against these two people from beginning to end.

He didn't care about that young man at all, because the fluctuation of the fighting spirit on the other party's body was only four stars of the Douhuang Emperor. What he cared about was that young man, he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of the other party's fighting spirit, but he was able to do the same as Dou Zong, hanging in the void without relying on Dou Yi.

Tang Zhen also looked at the Poison Sect Ancestor with a puzzled expression, he was depressed, since the other party was a helper, why didn't he join the battle to help?

At the moment, the other party behaves more like an audience watching a play, and they are the performers on the stage.

That expression was obviously a gesture of hanging high that had nothing to do with himself.

"This ......"

Facing Tang Zhen's gaze, the Poison Sect Ancestor looked slightly embarrassed: "Although they are my guests, don't expect them to help in the current battle." ”

Hearing the words of the Poison Sect Ancestor, Tang Zhen glanced at Wu Fang and Xiao Yan, and the two couldn't help but tug at the corners of their mouths.

Feelings: These two guys are really here to join in the fun!

"They're called Knowing the Times!"

Binghe's gaze swept over Wu Fang and Xiao Yan, who were standing by, and then his gaze returned to the Poison Sect Ancestor: "I heard that you have a new apprentice, and you are still a congenital doom poison body, hehe, you must know the temptation of the doom poison body to me, right?"

Sen Han's words fell, and Binghe's eyes burst out with a thick fiery color.

"Zhu Fei Needle!"

Hearing Bing He mention the little medicine immortal, the face of the Poison Sect Ancestor was instantly gloomy, and the all-colored gray air flow swirled upward, waving his hand,

The poisonous gas condensed into dozens of poisonous arrows, and the space was distorted in the sound of breaking through the air. In an instant, he appeared in front of Binghe and shot straight into his eyebrows!

"Snow Shield!"

Binghe shouted, and the snowflakes falling around him suddenly rushed towards him, forming a thick wall of ice and snow in front of him, and stubbornly resisting the poisonous arrows of the Poison Sect Ancestor.

Thundered!

The battle between Tang Zhen and the Poison Sect Ancestor and Binghe and Lei Ling became worse and worse.

In the battlefield, countless vast fighting qi surged out, and spatial cracks spread like spider webs.

The deafening roar continued, and the aftermath of the collision spread out, directly affecting the disciples fighting below.

As time passed, in the valley, whether it was the Burning Flame Valley disciples, the Poison Sect disciples, the Ice River Valley disciples, or the Wind Thunder Pavilion disciples, they all stopped the battle in their hands at the same time, and raised their eyes one by one to look at the sky.

It seems that they all know that the real key to this battle is the battle with their valley master.

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