The water droplets splashed around, and Feng Yi turned the horse's head to avoid the splashing water droplets.

Hearing the aftermath of the roaring air waves, Feng Yi nodded, and praised in his heart: "The combat power of these two people is far stronger than Xiang Lingzhu. ”

His cognition of Xiang Lingzhu was still in the Lingwu Mountain Range, in the cave under the low peak.

At that time, Xiang Lingzhu was also a cultivator in the early stage of the Xuan Realm, although he had the sword intent and the lightning channeling mystic technique, but the combat power he showed was not very strong.

At that time, Feng Yi could easily defeat her, and now Feng Yi's cultivation has broken through to the second layer of the Great Compassion Fu, and he has learned the immortal dragon body, plus all kinds of martial arts are also completed, and the sword can be used at will, and it is expected that he will defeat Xiang Lingzhu again, and he doesn't even need a second move.

Of course, this is only Xiang Lingzhu that he knows.

As for the current combat power of Xiang Lingzhu, Feng Yi didn't know. However, if she thinks that she can be ranked third on the Xuan List, she must have that ability, at least stronger than Wei Tian, who is fighting with the Fire Clan boy in front of her.

The silver dragon broke the waves, the Xuanjian split the waves, and the two teenagers had fought more than ten moves in the blink of an eye.

It was rare for the Quenching Body Realm martial artists on the shore to encounter such a scene of the battle of the masters of the Xuan Realm, although they were dizzy from the aftermath of the air waves, they still refused to leave, and their eyes widened and they looked at it intently.

Seeing that Wei Tian's spear was carrying Gangsha, someone praised loudly: "Good son, kill the Fire Clan and raise the prestige of my Jin Clan." ”

There are also people who shout and scold the fire clan miscellaneous crumbs who don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth, and dare to come to the Jin clan alone to find bad luck, it's really a horse that doesn't know how long his face is, and an ant doesn't know that his life is short.

The shouts and the roar of the battle rang out.

"The miscellaneous Yuan Force of the Fire Clan is the Fire Genus, and the Yuan Force of Senior Brother Wei Tian is the Water Genus. The water is difficult to stop the fire, and the two of them are in the Baisha River, Senior Brother Wei Tian can borrow the water and gas of the Baisha River, and with the power of increasing the power of the Yuan, this battle will be won!"

Qiu Ping was so excited that he was panting, as if the person who was standing on the water and was fighting with the young man of the Fire Clan was not Wei Tian, but himself.

Feng Yi didn't think so, shook his head and said, "Your senior brother Weitian is about to be defeated." ”

Qiu Ping frowned, turned his head to look at Feng Yi, "Why did my brother say this?"

"That Fire Clan is not just an early stage cultivator in the Xuan Realm, he has been suppressing his strength. Feng Yi's tone was flat and authentic.

Qiu Ping was shocked when he heard this, "What? He is actually suppressing cultivation? Why is he doing this?"

"Teasing!" Feng Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Before the fall of the Three Xuan Cities, the sixth-order Xuan Beast Bone-winged Manticore-tailed Lion stood proudly on the top of the high attic of the City Lord's Mansion, and the playful gaze it emitted was the same as that of the Fire Clan boy at this time.

So Feng Yi was sure that the Fire Clan boy was playing Wei Tian.

And Feng Yi sensed that the fire clan's young man's Yuan Force cultivation was more than that, and from the surging fire power fluctuations that came from the river, he sensed that the Fire Clan's Yuan Force cultivation was more than that.

Therefore, he must be suppressing cultivation.

A genius boy of the Fire Clan, he ran to the realm of the Jin Clan alone, suppressed his cultivation, and played the genius of the Jin Clan's Western Realm.

What does this mean? It's going to slap the Kim in the face.

I can't get angry on the battlefield, so I have to slap my face again in private?

Feng Yi frowned, very dissatisfied with the Fire Clan's young man's approach.

The autumn wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the sails of the building ship are dozens of feet high, and the wind is going south, and the speed is fast.

After a while, they came to the outside of the battlefield where the two were fighting. A pink-clad girl on the boat raised her hand, and the boatmen and sailors standing around had to run away, busy collecting the sails and anchoring.

"Senior brother, fighting with the Fire Clan, what kind of routine do you pay attention to, directly beckoning with a dart hidden weapon, and killing is counted. ”

The woman in pink bent her hands slightly, compared the shape of a horn next to her mouth, looked at the battlefield, and shouted loudly.

When the martial artists on the shore heard this, they all echoed: "Yes, we Jin people don't bother to use such inferior means in our own martial arts competition, but to deal with the Fire Clan's miscellaneous pieces, you don't have to care about those, you just have to say hello if you have any ability, and no one will talk nonsense in the back." ”

The steel spear in Wei Tian's hand danced vigorously, and under the big opening and closing, it had the atmosphere of a general who fought bloody battles on the field, and the martial artists in the audience were fascinated.

But he has been attacking the fire clan boy for a long time, and some people have begun to feel anxious, secretly worried, and afraid that Wei Tian will be careless for a while, but will be defeated.

Hearing what the girl said, she remembered that the other party was a miscellaneous member of the enemy race, not a member of the same clan, and as long as she could win this battle, all means could be used.

Qiu Ping frowned and was worried.

He didn't care about it before, but he was attracted by Wei Tian's amazing marksmanship, and he was fascinated by it. But he had to be reminded by Feng Yi that he saw that Wei Tian had really done his best, and the young man of the Fire Clan, with a light smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously still had spare strength.

In such a situation, Wei Tian's situation is really not good.

Hurriedly swept the boat, but Qiu Ping only saw the pink-clothed girl and a dozen sailor boatmen, but did not see the elders and masters of the Baisha Gang.

Looking at the battlefield again, the young man of the Fire Clan pointed obliquely with his right hand, and in an instant, the sword light was magnificent, and the panic was extremely dazzling.

In the sword light, a red sword roared out from the Xuan pouch on the young man's waist and stabbed forward obliquely.

But he was only half a foot away from his body, and the crimson sword suddenly shook sharply, and it actually differentiated into more than a dozen sharp sword rays out of thin air, and stabbed forward with his head.

And the young man of the Fire Clan, standing proudly among the overturning and rushing waves, did not hold a sword in both hands, but only changed the sword technique, diverged the yuan force out of the body, and remotely controlled the Xuanjian.

"Occult arts!" Qiu Ping exclaimed.

Feng Yi took a deep breath of the scorching heat in the air and sighed, "Wei Tian is going to lose." ”

Although the fire cannot hold back the water, but the flames of the sky can be burned, how can they be afraid of that spring?

Everything still speaks of strength, the difference in strength is too great, and fire can extinguish water.

Eighteen sword rays stabbed in the air, carrying a strong wind, blowing Wei Tian's clothes to hunt.

He is not a master of the Xuan Bang, seeing that the sword is good, he knows that if he does not use the life-saving trick at the bottom of the box, this time he will not only lose the face of the Jin clan, but also lose his own life.

Immediately drank violently, the spear was connected, and the yuan force gushed out, and the body of the spear was exhausted.

Still feeling that his momentum was insufficient, and without waiting for the loud cheers to stop, Wei Tian shouted again, "White Dragon leaves the river!"

"Senior Brother Wei Tian actually practiced this trick, this is the Baisha Gang's Zhen Gang stunt, and the non-Transformation Yuan Realm Xuan Xiu can't use it. ”

Qiu Ping was stunned, and praised again and again, "He is not a genius of the Baisha Gang on the first day, and he is indeed a top ten powerhouse on the Western Realm Xuan List." ”

Of course, Wei Tian is not a metaphysical cultivator in the Yuan Realm, he only has the cultivation of the Xuan Realm, and the reason why he can perform this way of spear path mystic art is because he has overdrawn his potential, so he can seek this instant explosion.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to be the Xuanjian of the Fire Clan boy.

The silver spear shook three times in a row, and the vitality on the head of the gun was like a dragon, and it came out mightily.

The dragon's head opens, and the dragon's whiskers fly. The dragon groaned, startling the water waves to split, and the fish at the bottom of the river fled for their lives.

"Is this occult?"

Feng Yi saw it clearly, and his heart couldn't help but froze.

The silver-white silver spear in the hand of the silver-white Jiang Long Self-Defense Heaven roared out, and directly crashed into the dozen or so red swords of the Fire Clan's young man's control of the Xuan Sword.

The sword is sharp, and the white dragon is brave.

But Wei Tian's cultivation is worse after all, although Bailong is brave, his confidence is not very strong.

The dragon's head opened, and the dragon's power spread out, shattering ten sword rays one after another. The last eight realms, it was no longer able to shatter.

The sword pierced the dragon scales, and the white dragon screamed in pain, and after a high-spirited roar, it turned into a pure water yuan force, and the sky burst and collapsed.

Yuan Li flew, rolled up a violent wind, and carried a violent wave of air, slapping towards the river bank and the building boat moored upstream.

The ship swayed, and the mast fluttered. The boatmen and the pink-clad girl were forced to retreat and stagger.

On the shore, the dead trees were rolled up by the roots and crashed into the bodies of a group of Quenching Body Realm martial artists, screaming frequently, and blood flying all over the sky.

The Maxima stood up, hissing again and again. Qiu Ping snorted, and was busy controlling the horse, and it took a lot of effort to finally appease the frightened and irritable Wanlima.

looked sideways at the side, but saw Feng Yi'an sitting on horseback, unmoving, as if he was not deterred by the wave of qi at all.

"Brother Feng's cultivation is so profound!"

Qiu Ping sighed in his heart, he was so embarrassed, he had grown so many years in vain.

Looking at the battlefield again, the white dragon was scattered, and there was only one sword left.

It was no longer an illusory sword, but the body of the Xuanjian controlled by the young man of the Fire Clan.

The crimson Xuanjian cut through the void and went straight into Wei Tian's chest and abdomen. The furious fire belonged to the Yuan power, and it immediately ignited the brocade clothes on Wei Tian's body.

He was disheveled, blood was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and his face was painful, so he was not miserable. After a muffled snort, he fell on his back in the river.

The river is rushing, the Weitian meridians are damaged, the internal organs are broken, the internal and external troubles are very severe, and it is difficult to get up with strength.

When the "poof" sounded, he was already submerged by the river, and there was no trace of him.

On the surface of the river, the young man of the Fire Clan picked up Wei Tian's spear that had not yet sunk into the water, and his footsteps were slightly wrong, and he had already taken advantage of the wind, stepped on the tip of the waves, and ran to the bank of the river.

glanced at Lou Chuan, and then at the Quenching Martial Artists on the side, and finally moved his gaze to Feng Yi and Qiu Ping, and sneered: "Baisha Gang Weitian, the ninth in the Xuan List, hum! This is your Jin Clan......'s Xuan Bang master?

The end sound dissipated, and the Fire Clan boy suddenly put Wei Tian's silver spear horizontally in front of him, holding the body of the spear tightly with both hands, and the fire yuan force in his palm flowed.

A pair of fleshy palms immediately turned into a red color, steaming up a vigorous heat wave, and dispersed in the wind.

"Click......

A good Xuanbing silver spear was broken by his pair of red palms.

The crisp sound stopped, and everyone came back to their senses.

On the boat, the girl in pink exclaimed, "Senior brother......"

The wind on the river is blowing and fluctuating, but who responds?

"Puff, puff......"

After a dozen sounds, the sailors and boatmen on the boat had all jumped into the water and swam towards the place where Wei Tian had fallen into the water.

After a while, Wei Tian, who was not lightly injured and had a white face like paper, scooped up and helped him swim back to the boat.

The pink-clothed girl glared at the Fire Clan boy viciously, her eyes flooding with murderous intent.

The Fire Clan boy raised his eyebrows and glared, "What? Unconvinced, you came down and fought me." ”

The girl in pink snorted angrily, pressed her right hand on the side of the boat, and was about to jump off the boat.

"Senior sister Hugh should be impulsive, you ...... You are no match for him. ”

With the support of the boatmen, Wei Tian climbed onto the boat with difficulty, and no longer had the vigor he had when he first came.

On the other hand, the young man of the Fire Clan was still holding his head high and his spirit was flying.

When he got closer, Feng Yi could see his appearance clearly.

The appearance is very handsome, the facial features are exquisite, and the skin is whiter than snow. There is no trace of a man's appearance, but she looks like a girl with a water.

Whether it's a girl or a man, it's always a Fire Clan.

If you are a member of the Fire Clan, you are the enemy of the Jin Clan, a mortal enemy!

Wei Tian was defeated, the Jin clan's face was broken, and the martial artists of the Dry Quenching Body Realm no longer dared to stay on the spot, they shouted one after another, and fled for their lives.

Qiu Pinghu's eyes widened, wheezing like a cow, and he scolded viciously: "It's so miscellaneous, don't want to bully me No one in the Jin clan!"

As soon as the words landed, he was about to get up and rush out, looking for the fire clan boy to fight for life and death.

Feng Yi hurriedly reached out and grabbed him, "Don't be impulsive." ”

Qiu Ping turned his head angrily, glared at Feng Yi, and shouted: "The Fire Clan people have deceived me into the hinterland of the Jin Clan, brother, you still tell me not to be impulsive?

Feng Yi shook his head and said, "You are not his opponent, and if you go, you can only be sent to death." ”

Qiu Ping shook off Feng Yi's arm, "It's better to be beaten to death by him than to die of resignation." ”

For the Jin family, Feng Yi had no emotion, but was a little disgusted.

For the Fire Clan, Feng Yi was even more disgusted to the limit. Because his parents were killed by the Fire Clan.

So from the moment he saw the Fire Clan boy, Feng Yi had already decided to leave his life behind.

The reason why he never made a move was because he wasn't sure what the opponent's strength was. The Lingwu Mountain Range made Feng Yi understand what it meant to be cautious.

If he had been more cautious at that time, he would not have been discovered by Xiang Lingzhu, and in the end, he would not have almost died under the cold wave of the three brothers and sisters.

There is nothing wrong with being cautious.

Now, he saw clearly the strength of the Fire Clan boy, and he had not yet reached the Yuan Realm.

As long as he didn't reach the Transformation Yuan Realm, Feng Yi would have the confidence to defeat him and kill him.

"That man, you'd better listen to your little brother's words, just with your cultivation in the late stage of the Inner Rest Realm, you won't be able to stop my son's move at all. ”

The Fire Clan boy heard the conversation between Feng Yi and Qiu Ping, and looked at it with disdain.

He has an arrogant demeanor, his nostrils are facing the sky, and he has the potential to be an ant outside his body.

Qiu Ping jumped like thunder, turned over suddenly, and jumped off the horse.

With a shake of his right hand, the steel gun was in his hand, he pointed at the fire clan boy obliquely, and shouted: "Dog thief, grandpa is here to take your dog's life." ”

"Huh! You're not worthy!"

The young man of the Fire Clan glanced at Qiu Ping, "In the western realm of the Jin Clan, the ninth on the Xuan List is just like that, and only the top three on the Xuan List can be seen." Anyway, this son will go to meet them for a while, and then directly kill your Jin royal capital, and pick the young people ranked by the Jin royal family. ”

"Rabid dog barking day, big words!"

Qiu Ping shouted angrily, the steel gun trembled sharply, and he flew forward.

The Fire Clan boy only waved his hand, as if he was driving away flies.

"My son has said that you are not worthy, and you are only sent to death when you come. ”

The steel spear poked halfway through, and a black shadow rushed to the side of the Fire Clan boy.

"He came to die, so what about me?"