A thunder talisman, the moment it was sacrificed, the water in the four fields was rapidly lost, and the air became extremely dry.

In midair, the water vapor converged into dark clouds, gradually enveloping the entire Black Dead Forest.

In the clouds, lightning shines.

Ren Yanfei frowned, but the sword move could not be changed, Chong Lin's sword qi was majestic, his feet were stepped, his body was galloping, just more than ten steps, and the dust was born under his feet, and the purple light was shining every step.

Qian Tong tore off a long strip from the cyan Dao robe, wrapped it around the hilt of the sword, held his breath and lifted his breath, his whole body strength was concentrated on the hilt, and he also rushed towards the Purple Earth Hall Master.

At this time, the natural mutation, at the moment when the two of them exchanged swords, a terrifying thunder fell from the dark clouds, and just fell on the green bee sword, the power of the heavenly thunder was multiplied, and the thousand pupils sword light was sheng, and the victory changed hands in an instant!

The sky is thundering and the moon is long, and the electric light is bright!

With a sword exchange, the Purple Earth Hall Master was shocked back by the power of the thunder sword, and the tiger's mouth broke.

"Hahaha, who would dare to do such an idea, boy? The sword qi induces the heavenly thunder to cheer, ha, manpower will eventually be exhausted, and material resources will be exhausted, this trick can't defeat me, what other tricks, come now!"

Qiantong's heart is surging, and the inner house has been greatly shaken, "Manpower will eventually be exhausted, how can material resources be exhausted?" With his own internal yuan, the move of the heavenly thunder can't use ten swords, and he will be shocked by the power of the heavenly thunder.

The mind is fixed, and the thousand pupils are really mentioned again, and the skill is bursting.

"Hah!"

In an instant, the thousand pupils flew close to the three feet of sand and stones, the momentum shook the sky, and the pure inner element was poured into the green bee sword, and the sword power was even higher, and the dark clouds in the sky were like being inspired, surging endlessly.

"Good boy!" Ren Yanfei saw Qiantong's extreme move to urge again, but he didn't dare to be careless, waved his hand, and withdrew his sword to make a knife.

As soon as the two round knives were in hand, the knife strength was strong and domineering, and the knife momentum was endless, and the terrifying inner yuan of the truly strong man poured out wildly and swept the wind and clouds.

"On this day, I am not afraid, let alone your thin thunder!"

After the wild words, it is a strong move.

"Gutter Moon!"

The two knives merged, turning into a full moon, Ren Yanfei held the knife in one hand, and the purple star and moon robe danced in the wind, a kingly atmosphere.

Seeing this, Qiantong's body walked quickly, and the sword light flew down.

The distance of dozens of steps has been crossed at the moment when the two of them rushed in the opposite direction, the swords struck each other, the lightning and flint, and the thunder and lightning were attached to the sword body again, and at the moment of the exchange, they were guided to the round knife, and the thunder and sword qi were transmitted to Ren Yanfei without omission.

Unexpectedly, Ren Yan had profound internal skills, and he forcibly used the true yuan to confront the thunderbolt, and he was even inferior.

After a sword, Ren Yanfei took a step back, and Qiantong took a step further.

After the two swords, Ren Yanfei retreated again, and Qiantong advanced again.

Three swords, four swords, five swords, and the five swords are all dangerous fights without skills.

The corners of Ren Yanfei's mouth were bleeding, and the knife was already unstable, but his hand was still stable, and his moves were still not broken.

With another sword, the dark clouds in the sky thinned, and the sunlight shone through the clouds on the faces of the two. Qiantong's face was pale, and he seemed to have the upper hand, but he was dragged by Ren Yanfei and couldn't make a decision; Ren Yanfei's hands were stained and his feet were dusty.

The hand holding the sword has long been numb, and even half of the body can no longer be completely controlled, the true yuan is almost exhausted, and the next sword is the last sword.

Qiantong swept away the purple earth hall master with a sword, jumped up, raised his sword to the sky, and the thin dark clouds poured out the last few bits of water vapor, all of which turned into thunder, and the momentum far exceeded the previous six daos.

The thousand pupils took advantage of the heavenly thunder, from top to bottom, and flew down quickly, as if they were a thunderbolt, heading straight for the Purple Earth Hall Master.

"Let's hit the road!"

After a puff of smoke, the boy fell into dust, and the green bee broke into several pieces.

The absolute gap in strength, the unimaginable realm of martial arts, is destined to be insurmountable.

Outside the gunsmoke, Ji Mo Wei was blasted out of ten zhang by the energy, and when he opened his eyes again, the two people who stood in front of him on weekdays had fallen. The person in front of him is an opponent that he can't defeat no matter what, but at least, he must be able to escape.

The mind is fixed, that is, the ink is really poured out, the paulownia wood is flipped, the knees are crossed, the white clothes are dancing, and the song is out of the sky.

"Fu Xi tune, Zhan Yuan is in danger!"

For a while, the real name Zhenyuan urged by Ji Mo Wei actually shook off the thousand-year-old dust of the stringless paulownia wood qin, and a strange ray of light shone in the air, making the high-pitched war song more powerful.

The rhythm of the strings was restless for a moment, and the true yuan turned into a Dao qi gushing out, and the radius was actually not an inch of grass and a giant tree was broken.

After repeated fierce attacks, the hall master who was as strong as the purple soil had to temporarily avoid the edge.

The aftermath was gone, and the exhausted Jimo Wei leaned on a giant tree, looking at the thousand pupils who fell to the ground, and suddenly panicked.

"Where is Siyang?"

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Looking at Xi Siyang lying on his shoulder, the corners of Ren Yanfei's mouth rose.

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In the largest battlefield in the Black Death Forest, the two armies faced each other, and the four commanders killed each other.

Xi Wangshan swung away the sect leader's square knife with one palm, and said, "Sect leader, retreat, you have no chance of winning." ”

"I don't know. The sect leader was repelled several times, but the Ziyan square knife was not damaged at all, and the knife style became more and more ruthless, "Three quarters, in another three quarters of an hour, your Central Plains people will arrive." ”

Xi Wangshan's heart tightened, his back was behind his back, and he was ready to go, "The sect leader is like a god." ”

"Ha, I've seen a lot of tricks of the Central Plains. "The sect leader turned into a shadow, the starlight on the square knife shone brightly, and a knife was swung out, dense and full, and it was close to the awesome Taoist. And Xi Wangshan took the wind and clouds, shook his robe, and differentiated yin and yang, that is, he held the square knife, and then retreated with strength, clenched his palm into a fist, Dao Yuan lifted it violently, sank his feet, and hit the cult leader with the fury of wind and thunder.

In the face of the fierce move, the sect leader withdrew his sword with both hands, but he actually turned Tai Chi into a blow, supported the wind and thunder, and at the same time turned back his palm, forcing Xi Wangshan to retreat.

The people of the bullish Daoist were puzzled: "Who are you, why did you move the Daomen to divide the clouds and turn the wind?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you have the ability to guess for yourself!" The words have come to this point, the sect leader no longer retains, the Ziyan square knife is in hand, and the temperature around him plummets.

"What a cold mang!" "As soon as the words came out, the body moved, the Tai Chi in the hand, the Tai Chi appeared in the palm, the rigidity and softness were combined, and the wind howled in the palm, like ten thousand tigers roaring together, and ten thousand wolves howling together.

The sect leader Yuan Gong mentioned, the blade in his hand roared, a purple flame slash, handed over a powerful blow to the bullish Taoist, repelled the bullish Taoist, and stepped forward to make up for another knife, but unexpectedly, the bullish Taoist hidden wind and thunder in his other hand, and suddenly changed his tricks so that the sect leader was knocked out a few feet away.

In the battle of the other two, Nalan Shayan drank in a deep voice, danced the white bone stick, and the animal skin hunting sound on the stick, rushed to the abbot, and the banner rose everywhere, like ten thousand ghosts crossing the border, shocking the wind and clouds. The abbot Ti Yuan was angry, and the Hejin staff in his hand was flat, and he didn't work, and the spirit flag suddenly connected, and at the moment of shock, both sides took a few steps back.

"How can a young man practice such a vicious kung fu, Amitabha!"