Fast as lightning, cold as a blade, and the dense attacks surged like a raging storm, drowning Long Xiaotian.

The Cloud Eagle Spear cut through the space like silver lightning, and stabbed at Long Xiaotian's vital points with great precision, so that he had to wait for the battle, wielding the purple jade flute impenetrable to block Hua Yan's attack like a torrential rain.

This is what Hua Yan wants to see the most, by watching Long Xiaotian and Qin Jie fight, he has long found out that Long Xiaotian has not practiced any spiritual skills at all except for mastering a few strange tunes.

If he had fought with Long Xiaotian at the beginning, he might have been caught off guard and it would be difficult to come up with a way to crack it in a short period of time, but in the battle between Long Xiaotian and Qin Jie just now, he had already figured out all of Long Xiaotian's moves, and the only thing that made him jealous was the purple jade flute in Long Xiaotian's hand, this purple jade flute was of a very high level, at least it was also a spiritual weapon.

Mortal weapons against spiritual weapons, like eggs touching stones, will be easily broken, because this is the power of high-level weapons, although Long Xiaotian's current strength is incomparable to maximize the power of the purple jade flute, but the hardness of the spiritual weapon is far more than that of mortal weapons, this is the consensus.

Therefore, Hua Yan is quite smart, he avoids its edge, does not collide head-on with the purple jade flute, and unexpectedly attacks other parts of Long Xiaotian, so that Long Xiaotian has to return to defense, and he is completely in a passive beating.

Although it is not possible to knock Long Xiaotian down for a while, it will be lost if it is defended for a long time.

Only defending and not attacking, it is easy to reveal flaws, especially Long Xiaotian is only the strength of the Open Pulse Realm, the spiritual power is too weak, far less than Huayan at the peak of the late stage of the Qi Realm, with the passage of time, Long Xiaotian will inevitably lose because of the exhaustion of spiritual power.

Many disciples watching the battle on the field also saw Long Xiaotian's disadvantage at the moment, it was precarious, even Le Wushuang, who was very confident in Long Xiaotian, frowned slightly, with his sharp eyesight, he could naturally see that Long Xiaotian had begun to show signs of defeat.

"This Hua Yan is worthy of being ranked ninth on the list of black belt disciples of the entire sect, and even has the hope of competing for the top five, whether it is strength or the amazing and skill of the battle, it is extremely rich and ruthless. ”

He saw that the purple jade flute in Xiao Tian's hand was a spiritual weapon, so he avoided its edge, played to its strengths and avoided its weaknesses, and gave full play to the slender advantages of the cloud eagle spear, enveloping Xiao Tian under his swift and fierce offensive. ”

"If Xiao Tian has been under this kind of fierce offensive and passive defense, his spiritual power will soon be exhausted, and Hua Yan will be able to defeat Xiao Tian without much effort. ”

Le Wushuang saw it in his eyes, anxious in his heart, and deeply worried about Long Xiaotian.

"Tear it up!"

It was as sudden as silver-white lightning, dazzling people's eyes, cold and cold, Long Xiaotian couldn't avoid it, and a scar was scratched on his arm, and his clothes were broken, revealing bright red blood.

Long Xiaotian snorted, and the six meridians in his body emitted a faint brilliance, and the spiritual power contained in it surged out like flowing water, stopping the blood flowing from the scratched wound on his arm.

"Senior Brother Xiaotian, do you want to continue?"

Hua Yan's swift attack froze slightly, smiling, and said to Long Xiaotian, the black hair danced lightly, and the temperament was elegant, even in battle, it showed extraordinary cultivation and elegant temperament, which made people can't help but want to bow down.

While struggling to dodge Hua Yan's cold and swift attack, Long Xiaotian said: "It is common for injuries to occur in battle, but if you want to use this to determine the victory, it may be a little unrealistic. ”

Hua Yan's deep, waterhole-like eyes fluctuated slightly, but soon calmed down. Although Long Xiaotian's composure was beyond his expectations, he had already gained the absolute upper hand at this moment, Long Xiaotian only had the strength to defend and had no chance to attack.

"Drink!"

Hua Yan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he let out a low sigh, and the strength of the peak of the late stage of the Naqi Realm fully exploded, and the majestic spiritual power rushed towards his limbs like flowing water, injecting him with strong power.

The cloud eagle spear was like a dragon dormant in the clouds, drawing a cold light like a cold wind of Dawson, and attacking Long Xiaotian like a mountain and a sea with a cold and sharp wind. Hua Yan fully exploded his own strength, and Long Xiaotian coped with it more and more difficult, the clothes on his body were cut by the sharp tip of the spear from time to time, and shallow blood marks remained on his skin.

"With such a dense attack, I didn't have a chance to play the flute, and my combat effectiveness was greatly weakened, and in the long run, I would inevitably lose to him. ”

Long Xiaotian's mind was racing, and the thoughts in his mind were running at high speed, wanting to come up with a way to deal with it.

"You can't rest on your laurels, since the advantages of the purple jade flute can't be brought into play, just give it up and use another way of attacking. ”

Hua Yan danced the Cloud Eagle Spear like a whirlwind, slashing and striking horizontally around Long Xiaotian, forcing Long Xiaotian to the edge of the fighting ring, as long as Long Xiaotian fell off the fight, then even if he won the competition.

Long Xiaotian was hiding in Tibet, looking extremely embarrassed, and the disciples watching the battle in the audience all sighed, because they saw that Long Xiaotian was getting closer and closer to the edge of the fighting ring, and he was about to fall.

"Bell!"

Suddenly, a loud sound like a bell rang out like thunder, and the loud sound waves made the ears of most of the people present buzz, and they were temporarily deaf.

Le Wushuang's face was happy, and the anxiety and worry in the depths of his eyes weakened slightly.

"It seems that it is too early to talk about victory or defeat at this time. ”

Huayan's gun is like a dragon, indomitable, and the momentum is overwhelming, originally thought that this shot could force Long Xiaotian off the stage, but Long Xiaotian suddenly hung the purple jade flute on his waist, and the purple light flashed in the Qiankun bag, and a purple and brilliant refining tripod came out of the air, blocking in front of Long Xiaotian, resisting Huayan's fierce blow.

"It's ...... The Purple Eagle Ding of the Bird Peak!"

"How could Long Xiaotian have it?"

"I didn't expect the relationship between Le Wushuang and Long Xiaotian to be so good that he actually gave him the Purple Eagle Dingdu. ”

The disciples watching the battle broke out in an uproar, revealing shocked looks, because they noticed that Long Xiaotian's breath was circulating on the Purple Eagle Ding, and this was because Long Xiaotian had engraved his Yuan Shen imprint on the Purple Eagle Ding.

Hua Yan put away the gun and returned, his calm and handsome face also showed a look of surprise, the Purple Eagle Ding of the Bird Peak was an intermediate-level spiritual weapon, if he hadn't sensed something wrong just now, he had withdrawn his strength three times, otherwise this Cloud Eagle Spear would have been shattered a long time ago.

After all, it is not a wise choice to use mortal weapons to shake spiritual weapons, although his strength is far above Long Xiaotian, he has a strong spiritual power background, and he can give his weapons greater power, but even so, he can't cross the level gap between weapons.

"Hoo ......"

Hua Yan took a deep breath, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes, although Long Xiaotian's strength was only in the Open Pulse Realm, his combat power was extremely strong, and he was able to challenge beyond the ranks, plus he had a high-level weapon in his hand, even Hua Yan had to concentrate on it.

"It is worthy of being the personal disciple of Lord You Yifeng, whether it is the Purple Jade Flute or the Purple Eagle Ding, each of them is an extraordinary spiritual weapon, it is really a headache!"

Hua Yan's face was solemn, Long Xiaotian's weapon heritage was too profound, even if it was a person on the list of disciples of the entire sect, few people could have two spiritual weapons! This kind of profound background was really enviable.

Hua Yan was also envious of this, who let the family be the personal disciple of the first refiner of the Blue Dragon Sect, and he didn't have a few spiritual weapons on hand, so he couldn't say anything.

"I've been fighting for so long, and my spiritual power has also lost a lot, why doesn't Long Xiaotian's breath fluctuate much?"

Hua Yan looked at Long Xiaotian, and his handsome face showed a suspicious look, because after fighting fiercely for so long, Long Xiaotian's aura had not weakened much, which made him extremely surprised and suspicious.

In fact, in the fierce battle just now, although Long Xiaotian could not play the flute, his flute skills were already superb, and he was not limited to a single way of playing. He guided the flowing air to rush into the flute hole, his fingers kept beating, and played the "Spiritual Attraction Song", which drew the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to replenish his consumption.

Of course, this method requires extremely high flute skills from the player, even Long Xiaotian can only barely play the relatively simple "Spiritual Introduction", as for other mysterious and profound flute skills, he can't do anything, because this has reached his current limit.

Therefore, although there was a fierce battle for a long time just now, Long Xiaotian was always absorbing the aura of heaven and earth drawn from the "Spiritual Attraction Song" to replenish himself, although he also consumed it, but he and Hua Yan must have gotten up, and it was still a big deal.

"Mortal-level low-level spiritual skill: Eagle Roaring Whirlwind!"

Huayan was majestic, cold as a knife, and the spiritual power erupted like a volcano, injecting it into the arm, and suddenly the green tendons bulged, like a dragon hibernating, hiding extremely amazing power.

He swirled the cloud eagle spear wildly, and a swift gale whistled out. Hua Yan seemed to turn into a hurricane, sweeping away at Long Xiaotian overwhelmingly.

"Bell, bell!"

Long Xiaotian held the Purple Eagle Ding in front of him, blocking Hua Yan's fierce attack like a storm, but the fierce power transmitted from the Purple Eagle Ding still made his mouth tremble.

"This won't work, find a way to distance yourself from him!"

Long Xiaotian frowned, the two of them fought fiercely to this point, they were already in a white-hot state, at this time, the two of them had already exerted their strength to the extreme, and a negligence could lead to failure.

The cloud eagle spear was wrapped in majestic spiritual power, and it turned sharply like a whirlwind, shaking the purple eagle tripod, hitting the lotus flower like rain, sonorous, and endless.

Long Xiaotian slapped his palm on the Purple Eagle Ding, stabilizing the trembling Purple Eagle Ding, and at the same time, it also caused a trace of stagnation in the dense and rainstorm-like offensive of Dehuayan.

"Good chance!"

Long Xiaotian turned the Purple Eagle Ding into the size of a fist, and slammed his toes on the hard stone slab, and his body soared into the sky like a rocket, past the top of Hua Yan's head. The Purple Eagle Ding in the palm of his hand suddenly swelled, like a mountain, with heavy force, and went away against Hua Yan's suppression of his head and face.

"Mortal-level low-level spiritual skill: Eagle strikes the sky!"

Hua Yan held the cloud eagle spear, his body shot out like an arrow from the string, and the cold and sharp tip of the spear burst out with a cold sharpness, catching up with the purple eagle ding that fell from the sky.

"Ding!"

The Cloud Eagle Spear shook the Purple Eagle Ding as if it were breaking through the sun and the moon, making a sharp metal impact.

Hua Yan shouted angrily, the muscles on his arms bulged, the green muscles bulged, and the cloud eagle spear stabbed forward suddenly, and the brutal power was like a fierce beast that came out of trouble, directly pushing the purple eagle ding back.

"Bang!"

Long Xiaotian took the Purple Eagle Ding that flew back upside down, and suddenly snorted, the terrifying strength from the Purple Eagle Ding, even he was affected. flew out directly, drawing a distance of several meters on the fighting ring, and only then did he stop.

"Pick me up one last resort!"

"Mortal-level Intermediate Spiritual Skill: Silver Wing Breaking the Sky!"

Hua Yan was in the air, instilling all the spiritual power of his whole body into the Cloud Eagle Spear, and then threw it with all his might.

"Whew!"

The Cloud Eagle Spear turned into a white bolt of lightning, piercing the air, setting off a sharp and piercing sonic boom, wrapped in extremely amazing power, and rushed towards Long Xiaotian like a wild furious dragon.

The fierce and fierce energy came like waves, Long Xiaotian looked extremely dignified, this was Hua Yan's strongest blow, as long as he could get through, there was a great hope of victory.

Long Xiaotian's delicate little face climbed up with a hint of ferocity, and he shouted loudly, instilling all the spiritual power contained in the six meridians into the Purple Eagle Ding.

"Groan!"

The lifelike purple eagle engraved on the Purple Eagle Ding seemed to be resurrected, and a clear and loud eagle groan resounded, and the Purple Eagle Ding rose against the storm and blocked Long Xiaotian's front.

"Bell!"

The space pierced by the cloud eagle spear like a white dragon fell from the sky with an indomitable cold momentum, smashing on the purple eagle tripod like a meteorite, and erupting with a deafening monstrous sound.

The Purple Eagle Ding shook violently, Long Xiaotian pressed his hands against the Purple Eagle Ding, and the terrible impact swept like a whirlwind, directly knocking the Purple Eagle Ding out, and Long Xiaotian also flew out upside down and fell under the fighting ring