"In Shimoda An, a disciple of the Taoist Sect."

The young man opened his mouth like this, then walked in front of Duanmu Rong and Gao Yue, and arched his hand.

Tian An!

Duanmu Rong and Gao Yue had both heard of this name, the most talented disciples in the Taoist sect; The natural envoy of the six qi and the change of obscurity are regulated by the heart, and at this time, it really deserves its name.

Regardless of whether he is Tian An or not, but at the moment, he is willing to block the life of this powerful young master for his people, and he must show favor.

Shao Si Ming's gaze only fluctuated for a moment just now, and now it is still as clear as water. She wouldn't allow these three people to chat and pull relationships at all, and immediately launched an offensive.

Hands stamped.

An invisible aura vaguely appeared in the shape of yin and yang gossip on her chest, and then her toes flew in the air lightly, and a circle of leaves floated in front of her fanned towards Li Zehua.

Li Zehua naturally would not face the enemy as simply as he did just now. The five elders of the Yin and Yang family each specialized in one line, and the Taoist disciples of the same level in their own department could not match each other at all.

I saw that his face remained unchanged, and flying leaves shot out of his hands, but they were white. When the two were about to collide in the air, their tips suddenly burst into flames, and they all burned together in an instant.

And this is not all Li Zehua, he is better at attacking against the enemy.

A breath of true qi sank, and the twenty-six nights of Zhou Tian flashed slightly under his feet, and he suddenly made progress forward.

YU Bu. Thunder!

According to the image of the fight, step on the bucket. One by one, the simple steps rushed forward like the momentum of the thunder god's possession; Although the power is extremely great, the speed is also extremely fast, and he walked forward step by step according to Zhou Tian Dou Su's phase, making the unaware disciples around him feel as if he was teleporting in front of Shao Si Ming.

A black sword appeared out of thin air in his hand, and although it was black, it was still surrounded by a glass-like white light; And its sharp blade pierced towards Shao Si's life.

Needless to say, if this memory is in the middle, life and death can be seen.

But she lightly erected the leaves, and actually exuded a faint green light. The collision between the leaf and the blade actually made a steely sound, and at the same time, Shao Siming also retreated again and again, but even in the retreat, it was as gentle and natural as a butterfly flying.

Li Zehua stepped on the feet, and the speed of the wandering naked was not slower than her at all. The long sword in his hand is unrelenting, even though the green leaves are blocked, but every moment seems to be able to kill her in the next second.

Piercing, slashing, collapsing, and smearing are all sword-like confrontations. One round, two rounds, three turns, and four entries quickly opened the climax of the confrontation, and the light became more and more shining.

The more beautiful the glittering brilliance is, but the younger he knows, the closer he is to death.

At this life-and-death juncture, Shao Si Ming is still as indifferent as water. On one side, the green leaves fluttered leisurely to block its overwhelming offensive, changing and changing.

Law - Qishan!

Suddenly, the wind whistled.

Wood earthquake is thunder, wood Xun is wind, and wind belongs to wood.

The soft breeze that was originally soft like a girl's caress suddenly turned into a net of restraint, and every move was like a quagmire.

If it is quite a tricky problem for other masters of the same level, it is not enough for Li Zehua.

Even without the power of the wind, it was just a sneer, and a golden sharpness burst out from his body, faintly reflecting the brilliance of platinum, and all the things that trapped Li Zehua were separated like a stream of water.

But even if it was just this gap, Shao Siming won the opportunity to counterattack in this minute and second.

Hand made sword fingers, the painting is four vertical and five horizontal;

Before the seal, do everything to repel.

Vaguely, Li Zehua seemed to hear the ringing of an ancient bell, as if he saw a bright moon rising from the sea and sprinkling the light on the world; But after coming back to his senses soon, he saw that the six leaves floating in Shao Si Ming's hand gradually glowed with a faint green light.

"Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Stream - Six Flying Leaves!"

This time was fundamentally different from before, after already appreciating Li Zehua's terribleness, she directly used her full strength.

The six leaves were sorted into the state planned by Zhou Yi Liuren, and even in the process of shooting, the six leaves were still flowing with inexplicable runes.

Da'an, Liulian, Suki, Chikou, Xiaoji, and Empty Death.

The name of this six-leaf is completely in harmony with the six gods in the "Little Liuren".

The six-leaf Guanghua rotated, and soon approached in front of Li Zehua, and every line was clearly visible.

But a bright moon rose in his heart to quickly calm down the distracting thoughts, and he was not distracted by the crisis in the slightest, and then he turned his thoughts into strength and spit them out of his mouth, called-

Zha!

The mantra that contains the power to destroy everything also breaks the barriers of space, allowing another of its forces to manifest into the world.

The brilliance rotates, and the borders expand. An invisible ripple quickly sealed the enveloping thing.

And if someone looks intently, they can see twelve wisps of green smoke rising from the ancient furnace, as if the world is turning around at twelve o'clock.

The field takes shape, and time slows down.

At this time, there are gods who sing ancient songs.

Li Zehua's side is slowing down time, while Shao Siming's side just feels wrong but time is still there. But in her eyes, she saw Li Zehua suddenly summon a force from her heart with an extremely fast hand speed.

Burning with red hair, double dragons, red faces, and a noble power that is hard to ignore.

It is the name "Zhu Rong." ”

The fire of Zhurong burned everything, and even the six flying leaves were still slowly turning into ashes in front of him.

This time seemed to be a long time and an instant, but when Shao Siming felt that the irregular fluctuations disappeared, a sword slashed through the air.

Black dazzling, this kind of thing I've just seen.

It's the black sword that always wants its own life. But this time it was too close, as if Li Zehua had teleported in front of him.

This time, the leaves couldn't stop it at all, and everything, even the wind, was wiped out like a scythe of death.

Needless to say, what fell on him doomed him to death.

It was as if the true qi of the whole body spurted out of the body along the meridians, and then in the air with the will of the young master and the fusion of the leaves, it turned into a talisman-like defense.

Break!

Shao Siming closed her eyes a little, and she clearly heard the sound of the sword cutting through the barrier layer by layer overlapping in her ears, and it sounded like a frenzy in the sky.

The cold blade met the soft skin, and all that burst out was hot blood; The color of vermilion shone in the air, and the smell of blood quickly spread.

But at this time, Shao Si Ming opened his eyes, revealing his second surprise today.

Although the blade of the sword was cut from the chest to the left side of the abdomen, the damage was much smaller than expected. If the sword just fell down, there was no doubt that it would be such an ending as death.

So...... Even if the opponent collected most of his strength at the critical time, the place where the attack was not fatal.

Temporarily stop from this kind of fierce attack, even the hand of the master of the trick with the sword will be half useless.

Pain doesn't affect her thinking, maybe there's nothing in this world that can affect her thinking. A pair of purple eyes looked deeply at the young man in front of him. For the first time, his face was reflected in his own eyes.

Shao Si Ming took a step back and then turned around, and the two of them didn't say much, just like just now. Then he retreated very quickly, floating away like an injured butterfly, and even if he left, he had a natural and gentle feeling of being out of the dust, and Li Zehua put away his sword and did not chase after him.

Even if she collected most of her strength at the last moment, the injuries she cut were undoubtedly serious, and her own true qi invaded her body and scurried around.

If one is not handled well, it will be life-threatening, and this is no joke at all.