At this time, Zhuji was different from before, I saw that he was dressed in a black robe, and there was no sharp blade in his hand, unlike the dry sky and others around him, who were all wearing battle armor and holding sharp blades, majestic, but felt that Zhuji seemed to be an outsider.

Fan Chuan didn't know why, he didn't have a sense of fear, but he was particularly eager to have a result, maybe because of the revenge of killing his father, or maybe because of the long-term teasing in the cultivation world, Fan Chuan hated Zhu Ji at the moment, of course, Fan Chuan did not act recklessly.

There is no wind in all directions, and there are no dark clouds covering the sky, and some are just panicked people in the two palaces, but this wasteland is still a wasteland, but no one knows that after this day, this wasteland will change.

After Kutian gradually stood beside Zhuji, Zhuji shouted at Kutian again: "So reckless, do you have the order of this king?"

Although Ku Tianjian was not convinced in his heart, he still bent down on the surface and lowered his voice: "Yes, my subordinates are wrong." ”

Zhu Ji then snorted coldly, then suddenly changed his expression, and looked at Fan Chuan with a smile, but for Fan Chuan, this smile was so gloomy.

"Brother Fanchuan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Zhu Ji laughed.

"Phew!" Fan Chuan spat out and replied, "I'm not your brother." ”

Zhu Ji continued to laugh and said, "Why are you so rusty, aren't you?" Besides, you and I have known each other for so long, and Benjun has saved you......

"Shut up!" Fan Chuan shouted: "If you want to do it, it's too early, don't grind and chirp." ”

"Oh, as the young monarch of the East Palace, his temper is still so strong, why bother?" Zhu Ji continued to laugh.

Fan Chuan said coldly: "The hatred of killing my father is not shared." ”

Zhu Ji was stunned for a moment, then changed the topic, and continued to smile: "I heard that you are going to burn down the Zhaoju Hall of Benjun?"

"So what?" Fan Chuan sneered, "I might as well tell you that it's already burned." ”

"What!" Zhu Ji instantly lost his smile, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly, only to hear him slowly say out: "You burned?"

These three words came out of Zhu Ji's mouth, as if it was extremely difficult, and the withered sky behind him, as well as dozens of Xigong immortals, had long been unable to sit still, ready to move.

Fan Chuan nodded, and echoed word by word: "Well, it's already burned." Speaking of this, Fan Chuan added another sentence: "Not only burned your Zhaoju Palace, but also killed that Qin Lao by the way." ”

"What, you ......" Zhu Ji was speechless for a moment, and then said loudly: "Okay, very good, the action is so fast, even Benjun is unaware, it seems that Benjun has fallen for you." ”

Zhuji's face has long since lost a smile, but an expressionless pull, but it looks extremely embarrassed.

Then he changed to Fan Chuan and said with a smile: "What? I am only allowed to fall for you, and you are not allowed to fall for me?"

Hearing Fan Chuan's words, Zhu Ji suddenly laughed again and said: "Haha, very good, you are much stronger than your father, if Benjun's child is still alive, he must be the same as you." ”

Hearing Zhu Ji mention his child, Fan Chuan's heart was touched, but then he returned to his natural and said: "There is no need to say so much, I don't need to say more about today's battle, right? ”

Zhuji shook his head and said, "You have cultivated to the realm of floating immortals so quickly, but this gentleman underestimated you." ”

Zhu Ji's words landed, causing the immortals of the two palaces to sigh for a while, and they all focused their eyes on Fan Chuan's body, as if they were looking at a freak, presumably beyond their imagination.

Fan Chuan replied impatiently: "What?

Zhu Ji was stunned for a moment, and then said loudly: "Do it? Hey, can't Benjun want to chat with you more? Let you recall the past, and then think about your confidantes, after all, you don't have much time left." ”

Fan Chuan understood the meaning of Zhuji's words, and sneered: "Hehe, you are so confident? ”

Zhu Ji raised a finger and swayed: "No, no, no, when Benjun learned that you threatened to burn the Zhaoju Palace, Benjun also thought about leaving you a way to live, however, you disappointed Benjun, you really burned the Zhaoju Palace, then, Benjun can only send you to see Fanfaree." ”

"Hehe......" Fan Chuan smiled: "Okay, I can't wait." ”

I saw Zhuji smile weirdly, then looked at the dry sky around him, and then said to him: "You, go and try it." ”

"Yes, my subordinates obey, Lord Xianjun. ”

After receiving the order, the dry sky gritted his teeth again and walked out, and every step he took would tremble in the wasteland, and the battle spirit was extremely strong and shocking.

However, the pressure brought by the dry sky is not only that, I saw that the halberd in his hand was shining cold, like a snow-crystalline silver snake, back and forth around the halberd, and in the position where the halberd swept by, there was a "clatter" sound, and there was no wind to automatic.

However, after the dry sky gradually walked out, before Fan Chuan could speak, Qingmo took the lead again and stood in front of Fan Chuan.

"Shaojun, let me come, you are not his opponent. Qingmo said resolutely.

Fan Chuan hesitated for a moment, knowing that he was not an opponent at all, and he could only do so, so he nodded and said, "Sister Qingmo, you have to be more careful. ”

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Qingmo pursed his lips and said, and then saw him shrug the armor on his body, his black hair rose automatically without wind, fluttering behind his head, and his aura was also quite strong.

However, then I saw a touch between Qingmo's right hand, and suddenly a dazzling golden light flashed, with a sound of "swish" that broke through the air, and I saw a phoenix's flying shadow flash between his right hand, and then quickly dissipated and condensed, thus transforming into a long sword, which was held tightly in Qingmo's hand.

The two sides have been matched, and the dry sky gradually moved suddenly, only to see that its speed was extremely fast, and the moment it jumped up had turned into a phantom, which came in an instant, and at the same time, because of the excessive strength of the immortal qi, Fan Chuan and other immortals were shocked away a few meters away.

However, no matter how fast the speed of the dry sky was, no matter how fierce the attack was, it was safely blocked by Qingmo.

"Ding!"

I only heard the sound of the collision of sharp blades in the air, and I found Qingmo holding a long sword to resist the halberd in the hand of the dry sky, but due to the rapid speed of the dry sky, Qingmo's feet unconsciously slipped back a few meters, and a deep ravine was pulled out of the ground.

However, the battle between immortals also needs to pay attention to skills, not just relying on brute force, and then I saw Qingmo suddenly withdraw the sword in his hand, causing the long halberd of the dry sky to pierce the air, and then Qingmo's body was like a colorful glow, instantly disillusioned and disappeared, and instantly appeared, so as to dodge around the back of the dry sky, and then a sword stabbed towards the back of the dry sky.

Due to the extremely fast speed of the two sides, the immortals couldn't see it clearly, but Qingmo's sword didn't succeed, and was dodged by the dry sky gradually and peacefully.

Then I saw that the dry sky gradually seemed to be enraged, and I saw that he suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and the little beard on the corner of his mouth exploded, and his eyes were staring at Qingmo with blood-red, and then he flashed again, but this time the attack was suppressed from top to bottom.

Qingmo couldn't dodge, so he stubbornly used the long sword in his hand to resist it, showing such a picture: the dry sky gradually hovered in mid-air, and the halberd in his hand was even more downward pressure, while Qingmo raised his head and swung the long sword in his hand sideways, and then withstood the pressure of the long halberd in the dry sky's hand.

It's just that Qingmo at the moment has obviously lost the upper hand, because his feet have already sunk deep into the ground at the moment, and due to the continuous pressure of the dry sky, the deep sinking has not stopped.

Fan Chuan saw the difficulty in Qingmo's expression, so he thought of helping Qingmo, but when this idea just appeared in Fan Chuan's mind, he had already been locked by Zhuji's gaze.

In desperation, Fan Chuan had no choice but to pray for Qingmo in his heart, hoping that Qingmo could survive this blow, but the dry sky's fighting spirit was too strong, and Qingmo's body seemed to be locked, unable to move, and could only hold on.

After a while, the battle between the two entered a stalemate, but at this moment, Qingmo's depth was already close to his knees, this time Fan Chuan really couldn't sit still, if he was allowed to go on like this, Qingmo would only have a defeat.

But before Fan Chuan could make a move, he saw that a floating immortal of the East Palace beside Fan Chuan suddenly dodged, and at the same time raised the sharp blade in his hand and gradually rushed towards the dry sky, as if he wanted to relieve Qingmo's embarrassment.

"Lord Qingmo Hidden Immortal, my subordinates will help you!" the East Palace Floating Immortal roared angrily as he jumped up.

But when the body of this East Palace Floating Immortal had just jumped into the air, Fan Chuan suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a movement on Zhuji's side, because Fan Chuan saw a black shadow rushing out from the direction where Zhuji was standing.

"Be careful......

"Ah......h

However, before Fan Chuan's "be careful" was finished, he heard the floating immortal of the East Palace who had just jumped up scream, and his body smashed back, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and on his chest, there was a strange black smoke.

This scene happened too fast, Fan Chuan had no chance to react at all, frightened, Fan Chuan hurriedly looked at Zhuji, only to see that Zhuji happened to clench his fist and let go, and at the same time, wisps of black smoke flowed out of his hands, which were exactly the same as the black smoke on the chest of the newly injured East Palace Fuxian.

Fan Chuan glared at Zhuji angrily and shouted, "Zhuji, what despicable means did you use?"

Zhuji shrugged helplessly and said: "It's nothing, Benjun just can't get used to people who interfere indiscriminately, Benjun's subordinates are fighting with your subordinates, why did this immortal jump out? Benjun just let him have a longer memory." ”

"Bah!" Fan Chuan said angrily: "What did you just use? It's not immortal qi at all!"

Zhu Ji smiled and said, "Immortal Qi? Oh, my little young gentleman, you don't understand, right? ”

"Hehe, scheming, that way is not immortal at all. Fan Chuan said firmly.

Zhuji replied without hesitation: "Say whatever you want, this gentleman doesn't matter." ”

"You ......" Fan Chuan couldn't speak angrily......

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