The folding fan is big and small, when it is big, it is like Mount Tai pressing the top, it is extremely heavy, and the hour is like a peerless sword, and it is incomparably sharp. A random attack made Liu Wei'an difficult to deal with, and he had to wait for it with all his might. It was the first time he had dealt with such a terrible weapon, and the most disturbing thing for him was that the folding fan had not yet been fully recovered, and once it was fully recovered, he was afraid that he would be crushed into powder in an instant.

Fortunately, the fish machine that uses the folding fan is not without any price, it seems to be chic, but in fact it is difficult, and it is very well disguised, but it can't hide Liu Wei'an.

"Liu Wei'an, in fact, you are a talent, it's a pity!" The fish machine continued to urge the folding fan, forcing Liu Wei'an to fight hard. He believes that even if a person is as angry as the sea, he can't fight the spiritual weapon.

But Liu Wei'an let him see what it means to be strong, and his true qi is endless. Liu Wei'an didn't have the idea of unloading his strength and sticking to it at all, and every time he attacked with all his might, the big trial punch was heavier than the other.

The folding fan not only did not suppress Liu Wei'an, but became a whetstone for him to hone the Great Trial Fist.

"What I'm saying is true, if you are willing to surrender to Yulian Mountain, you can be a disciple who guards the door, or even a protector." The conditions for the fish machine to open must not be high. Each generation of Yulian Mountain only accepts 3 disciples and 7 guardian disciples, with 10 people per generation. Every place is extremely precious, all the disciples are collected by the previous generation of heads who travel the world, but they can not be sought, only 7 guardian disciples have the opportunity to compete, every time Yulian Mountain recruits guardian disciples, the geniuses who come to try their luck are almost squeezed out of their scalps.

The 7 guardian disciples are almost one in a million, although they are not as good as the personal disciples, but for other sects, the guardian disciples are more noble than the core disciples.

Not to mention the protectors, walking in the world, they are the representatives of Yulian Mountain, and their status is respected.

"You're empty-hearted!" Liu Wei'an's response was only three words.

"Rampant!" Yu Ji said angrily.

"A spiritual weapon, after all, is a foreign object!" Liu Wei'an's eyes burst with essence, his breath suddenly soared, and a punch burst out, like lightning breaking through the darkness, fast to the extreme.

When—

The fish machine shuang didn't react at all is time, and the force transmitted back from the folding fan, even if it was weakened, still made him shake all over, and his breath suddenly dropped a lot.

Liu Wei'an's feet exploded, and the whole person shot at Yu Ji Qi like a cannonball, but when he was halfway through, he suddenly changed direction and rushed diagonally into the sky, this sudden reversal of direction made him almost vomit blood, and his face changed several times before he suppressed his turbid breath. There was an extra sword mark on his body, from his left shoulder to his right leg, if he hesitated for a moment just now, it would have been two at this moment.

"Seniors are good swordsmanship!" Liu Wei'an looked at the middle-aged woman whose face was as white as paper, and there was no anger on her face. He doesn't blame others for the sneak attack, only blames himself for being careless. Knowing that those who come are all enemies, those who stay will not watch the excitement as simple, and if they are not prepared, they deserve to be killed.

It's a stupid thing to resent the enemy.

The middle-aged woman's expression was indifferent, she couldn't see the sword all over her body, and she couldn't even see any sword-related weapons, if Liu Wei'an didn't have a keen sense of spirit, she wouldn't be sure that the terrible sword was from her hand.

"Seniors are good swordsmanship!"

The same sentence is sarcastic from Liu Wei'an's mouth, but it is praise from Yuji's mouth. He slowly pulled out the sword on his waist, and Yulian Mountain's swordsmanship was a must.

As the blood-red sword was slowly drawn, a terrifying aura was like a desolate beast rushing out of the deep sea, and the dark void was distorted, as if it was afraid of something.

"When you decide to join forces, the seed of invincibility in your heart has been broken." Liu

Quan An turned a blind eye to the terrible storm and looked sorry.

"It seems that you have a big misunderstanding of the definition of a successful person, and it is the successful person who stands last, not the person who kills the most opponents." Yu Jixi smiled slightly, not caring at all about Liu Wei'an's offensive words.

"It's me who was naïve enough to want to reason with you." In the time of Liu Wei'an's words, the sword marks on his body had shrunk and were no longer bleeding, although they had not healed, but there was no love in his actions. And at this time, the momentum of Yu Jixi's blood-colored long sword also rose to its peak.

There are no superfluous words, both of them are people with a heart like a stone, words are useless, only strength can decide the victory. Yuji Wei is worthy of being the heir carefully cultivated by Yulian Mountain, and at the same time, he controls the blood-colored long sword and folding fan that are no less than the red refining furnace, and makes Liu Wei'an in danger.

Liu Wei'an's feet were like nails on the ground, not taking a step back, no matter how dangerous it was, he was punching over, the fist had cracked, revealing white bones, and he didn't seem to feel it.

When—

When—

When—

……

The blood-colored long sword is incomparably sharp, his fist can barely block it, but the folding fan is not, the folding fan is a spiritual weapon, and the power of the anti-shock is extremely terrifying, if it is an ordinary person, the power of the anti-shock alone can make his internal organs shattered and die. Liu Wei'an gritted his teeth and persevered, constantly analyzing the mystery of the Great Trial Fist, so as to resist the terrifying backlash of the folding fan.

Yu Ji Wei is also insisting that the balance of this world, with the help of greater power, the greater the price to pay. Sweat is dripping, and the chic shunt has long been discarded.

"Carp out of the water!" Yu Ji Qi suddenly let out a low cry, and the blood-colored long sword turned into a carp and broke through the water. This is a very strange phenomenon, there is clearly no water, but it gives the feeling of a fish out of the water.

"Soul Suppression!" Liu Weixin jumped in peace and felt extremely dangerous. The blood-colored sword was clearly in his eyes, but there was a feeling of being out of sight.

The ancient and mysterious power spread, and the moment the long sword paused, he finally caught that point, and the Great Judgment Fist burst out.

"Go!"

Boom –

The moment the fist and the tip of the sword collided, the middle-aged woman made a move, and a wisp of sword light pierced the void, fast to the extreme. Although Liu Wei'an has been paying attention to her, but when he saw the sword, he still had no time, he barely twisted his body, avoided the vital point, there was already a blood mark on his neck, and the major artery was cut in half, even if he was lucky, the blood was still sprayed out, staining half of his shoulder.

After landing, he took five or six steps back in a row.

"Turning into a dragon!" Although Yu Ji Qi is a disciple of the righteous path, he does not have the slightest idea of taking advantage of the danger of others to be dishonorable, but is very much like the practice of street gangsters who take advantage of your illness to kill you.

The blood-colored sword evolved from a carp to a python, and as it evolved, a destructive force blasted towards Liu Wei'an. At the same time, the folding fan turned into a mountain and fell heavily, and the earth could not withstand this force, and it sank inch by inch.

Liu Wei'an glanced at the middle-aged woman, her eyes were very cold, the middle-aged woman still had that indifferent look, her eyes were very empty, she didn't look at anyone, there was a feeling that she was here, and her heart was elsewhere.

There was still no sword in his hand.

Liu Wei'an shifted his gaze to Yu Ji Qi, and darkness began to appear on the surface of his body, not the darkness of black fog, but the kind of darkness of the night, as black as ink, and the light seemed to be corroded.

"Soul Talisman!"

"Fist of Judgment!"

When the python arrived, it was also a mountain

The moment it fell to the top of his head, it was also the moment when the darkness completely shrouded Liu Wei'an, and at this moment, Liu Wei'an made a move.

The fist wind is like thunder, resounding through the four fields.

Boom –

The mountain returned to folding its fan, shot into the sky, and disappeared into the night. The giant python shattered its bones and recovered its body, and the light of the blood-colored sword was dim, as if it had faded by half.

The fish machine kicked back three steps in a row, and his arms were spasming and trembling uncontrollably.

Liu Wei'an is not good, the right fist is no longer visible flesh and blood, only white bones are left outside the wrist, and there is another sword mark on the body, this time near the heart, overlapping with the position that the previous heart finger poked, and this time, Liu Wei'an was unable to contract his muscles, the blood flowed like a note, and the red on his chest expanded rapidly.

"If you can make me retreat, Liu Wei'an, you are proud enough." Yu Ji Xuan took a deep breath, the fluctuating breath returned to calm, his fingers closed with one palm, and the blood-colored long sword that fell to the ground automatically returned to his hand, and the dim sword body bloomed again with a gorgeous blood-colored light.

Syllable!

Dozens of meters away, the middle-aged woman who had been standing still fell straight and straight, like a piece of wood without a soul.

"What kind of exercise are you?" The scalp is numb. The middle-aged woman's face was pale and she looked like a dead person, but it was just a statue, not a dead person, and now the word 'likeness' can be removed and become a real dead person.

"It's enough to be proud to leave three sword marks on my body." Liu Wei'an said.

"I see!" A chill rose from behind the fish machine. He remembered the moment he had just fought, his soul was attacked, fortunately, the treasure given by the master took the initiative to defend and kept him from harm, but after all, it had an impact, otherwise, Liu Wei'an would not have been able to hold on to him for so long.

But because of the treasure, he ignored the horror of this attack, and now when he saw the middle-aged woman killed in an instant, he suddenly sounded that he had inadvertently avoided a killing.

A middle-aged woman should be an elder-level figure with high power, but after all, she is not a disciple of the lineage, and it is impossible to have the treasures inherited by the master. But after all, he was a master of the older generation, and he died without any resistance, he was afraid for a while, and his gaze at Liu Wei'an changed.

"Let's see who else can help you!" The murderous intent in Liu Wei'an's eyes was not concealed at all, he thought that middle-aged women also had treasures to protect their bodies like fish machines, so he endured, knowing that the 'Sword of Annihilation' was sacrificed at the last moment, at the moment when middle-aged women were most concerned. Now that I think about it, this kind of soul protection is very rare, and it is not just one of the masters of the Hidden World Sect.

The death of a middle-aged woman gave him a boost of confidence.

Yu Jixi showed a hint of a smile, glanced left and right, and there were two other people, two soldiers in military uniforms who had no position. The fact that the two of them can withstand the aura of their battle is enough to prove their strength.

"It's just a corpse!" Liu Wei'an's eyes showed disdain, his right fist bloomed, and the thunder was faint.

"Liu Wei'an, see you next time!" Yu Jixi's face changed, turning into a beam of light and shooting into the darkness.

"Your sword is good, keep it as a souvenir!" Liu Wei'an didn't chase after him, but he had an extra giant bow in his hand.

"The sword is indeed good, but it has nothing to do with you-" Before the word 'edge' could be spoken, Yu Ji Wei screamed, and a red light fell to the ground, and he accelerated by himself, disappearing in an instant. Almost at the same time, flames erupted from the feet of the two soldiers, turning into two rays of light and leaving, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Liu Wei'an's eyes narrowed, and he slowly lowered the giant bow.