No matter what intrigues Lu Fenfang has, Cen Qiniang will not take it seriously. The spell in her hand flew up, and the wall of sand behind her rose into the sky. The white waves are surging, all broken into thousands of pieces on the sand bank.

Cen Qi Niang's thousands of miles of yellow sand are inexhaustible, and the Lu Fragrant Hao Hao Water Spirit also seems to be inexhaustible, omitting all the dazzling illusions and treacherous sword moves, this battle has completely turned into a contest between true qi and true qi. Both of them no longer hide their strength, they are shouting in their hearts, happy, happy!

Lu Fenfang's body is supplied to each other between the bead mound and the stone bowl, and the true qi is endless, with the lock cloud sac as the outlet, the strength has increased tenfold, and there is no disadvantage in the true qi for the time being. But no matter how strong her water spirit is, she is just suppressed by Cen Qiniang's earth power.

However, with a stick of incense, I saw the yellow sand rolling like a galloping horse on the wasteland, and even the fragrant figure of the road was submerged. Cen Qiniang fell from a high altitude, and the quicksand rose from the flat ground like a tall building to hold her steadily. She shouted to the empty surroundings: "Lu Fenfang, you come out for me!" The battle isn't over yet, do you want to be a shrunken turtle? ”

The four fields were silent, there was no echo, but the wind suddenly cooled down, as if winter was coming, as if night was coming, as if it was going to rain heavily. The cold air rose from the ground, but it was an ice dragon as bright as a glow, under the skin as thin as frost, the blue blood vessels and muscles were clearly visible, and the snowflakes shaking off the beard and claws flew in the air, turning into colorful fireflies flying around the dragon's body, forming the strongest protective shield.

"Heh......" Cen Qiniang couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration, "Lu Fenfang, are you really just in the late stage of Yudan?" ”

"Does it matter?" Lu Fenfang grabbed two coral tree-like dragon horns and stood on the dragon's head, "You have time to think about this." Why don't you think about how you can survive! ”

Cen Qiniang smiled lightly, and the black line twisted into a long whip and flicked it on the sand, and then turned into a sand giant sword and struck at the ice dragon, the ice dragon danced its body and swam away, and the stone sword only scratched a shallow mark on its scales. The fluttering fireflies quickly gathered and repaired the wound as good as ever.

Before Lu Fenfang could defend and attack, the stone sword was already aimed at the heart of the ice dragon and roared, Lu Fenfang didn't need to look around, he already felt that he and the ice dragon had been surrounded by thousands of quicksand soft swords. The ice dragon flew high into the air, spewing ice spikes from its mouth like a rain of locusts. But it still can't break through the scattered quicksand.

And so on for a dozen rounds. It seems that no one can win against one with ice and soil. Suddenly, Cen Qiniang, who was floating at the end of the hilt of the stone sword, suddenly jumped on the tip of the sword, and the black needles in her hands were like lightning and approached Lu Fenfang's eyebrows!

Lu Fenfang was forced by the black needle and had to retreat, grabbing the dragon horn with one hand and jumping off the dragon's head. Cen Qiniang's black needle suddenly turned into a thread and wrapped around the dragon's horns. It was broken into three sections!

Lu Fenfang lost her grip. Hold on to the dragon's neck and slide down. Hold on to the dragon's claws to stabilize temporarily. Although the ice dragon is a condensation of water spirits, it is also quite a living being, and after being injured and suffering pain, he desperately pounced on Cen Qi Niang. Cen Qi Niang used a stone sword to distract the ice dragon's attention. A black line was wrapped around again, and it actually tied the ice dragon's mouth!

Damn it...... I didn't expect her thousands of needles to be so strong! Lu Fenfang hurriedly broke off her hand and flew out of the sword, and the tip of the sword was hitting the black line. The tip of the sword and the iron wire rubbed out a fireworks-like electric spark, the sword shook, the line trembled, only to hear the sound of "collapse", the black line re-cracked into countless fine needles and sprinkled away, the ice dragon opened its mouth, biting the severed tip of the sword; The other half of the sword hilt that had broken fell sharply, and Lu Fenfang caught up with it by taking advantage of the secret entry into the underworld and took it in his hand.

Break ...... That's it. Lu Fenfang looked at the piercing cut of the sword, and her heart was empty. Bofu comforted: "It's okay, the old ones don't go, and the new ones don't come." ”

"When will you learn to speak like a clear voice?" Lu Fenfang danced the broken sword, stepped on the dragon's spine and flew onto the dragon's head again, what is the difference between a broken sword and a complete sword? ”

Bofu was silent, only to see Lu Fenfang dance with a sword tip to dance a move "singing and building", the break away was only half the original length, it was not enough to reach the black line in Cen Qi Niang's hand like dust, but the black line actually made a "Zheng Zheng" sound, as if the seven-stringed piano was plucked by invisible fingers!

Sword Intent Realm? Cen Qiniang sneered, it was impossible for Lu Fenfang to reach this level, she just sent her true qi to the black line by accident!

Cen Qi Niang didn't want to pay attention to it, but Lu Xiangfang's singing hit one after another, causing her black threads to continue to shatter into fine needles as soon as they were reunited. Cen Qiniang was surprised: "You can really use the Flying Feather Sword to such an extent?" I underestimated you! ”

Lu Fenfang said in her heart, this is the sword technique carved into my bones, how can you understand. She asked Bofu again, "How long can the ice dragon illusion last?" ”

"It's a stick of incense at most." Bo Fu said, "The bead mound, the stone bowl, and the lock cloud sac have all reached their limit, if you force more force, your body will collapse. "Bofu has already hinted that Lu Fenfang must end the battle within a stick of incense, otherwise, she will only die!

"Understood." Until now, the two seem to be on par on the surface, Lu Fenfang's true qi has reached the limit, but Cen Qiniang's true qi has only played forty percent, if it continues to stalemate, Lu Fenfang will definitely lose. Lu Fenfang can only turn the situation around by using a shocking trick - but what exactly should she do?

Don't panic...... Don't panic...... I must have a way to win......

This is a life-and-death battle without any moisture, and Lu Fenfang was fully viewed by Cen Qiniang after a little hesitation. Cen Qiniang smiled: "Lu Fenfang, what's the matter, are you poor in donkey skills!" ”

"Can't wait any longer, Lu Xiangxiang!" Bofu also urged, "Hurry up and take the initiative!" Life and death are in the blink of an eye! ”

Lu Fenfang held on, stepped lightly on the dragon horn, and stabbed at Cen Qiniang. This move is something that has never been used in actual combat by the Flying Feather Sword Mid-Road Fragrance-

Peach rain grinds fragrant.

This was originally a mediocre move in the Feiyu Sword, and even Zhou Chongbi didn't do anything special when he taught her, just danced according to the sword score, and then let her understand it herself.

She actually couldn't comprehend anything, but every time she practiced here, she remembered the day Zhou Chongbi left, and the sky was full of human face flowers. Her smile was in the face of the man, and the feeling of falling into mud was as if thousands of of himself had died with him.

The peach blossom rain grinds into the fragrance of heaven and earth, enters the bones and marrow, and the pain is so painful that it will cause bleeding.

She didn't want to review this feeling, but at this moment...... If you stab it with this sword without a sharp edge, the pain in your heart will probably be weaker.

The wind and sand undercurrents whistling like mountain ghosts were silent. Lu Fenfang didn't know where her sword had stabbed. She didn't know if she would die, but she knew that she would probably never become an immortal.

"Huh-" Cen Qiniang's black line penetrated Lu Xiangfang's palm, and then turned into a needle the moment she landed, nailing her to the ground. (To be continued.) )