"Let's go!"

Order.

The first battle of this courtyard was officially opened.

The entire area was silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes quickly focused on the rune array.

Airplanes...!

A wave of air rolled along.

A large amount of Yuan Force around Ji Xian gathered, and it quickly condensed, a black long Jiao martial soul more than ten meters long.

And his body was also instantaneous, lighting up with a bright yellow light, exuding a strange aura.

Eighth-Order Martial Soul!

Innate spirits!

With such qualifications, many people outside the look, even Na Fengliang, couldn't help but blush.

But after all, they can only blush.

Not everyone can be like Chu Qingyun, with a devouring martial soul, and the martial soul and physique can continue to improve...

Domineering breath.

Filled with the entire rune array.

Even if it is a powerful fourth-level martial venerable, a strong person in the Earth Venerable Realm, Feng Xingliang also feels it, and the pressure is not weak.

But he still smiled.

"Very powerful qualifications, but I will let you understand that you are a bunch of wastes with no qualifications and resources!"

Feng Xingliang said in a dark voice.

"Don't talk nonsense, look at the tricks!"

Ji Xian snorted coldly and immediately took the lead.

Under his control, the black long Jiao martial soul directly pounced forward with teeth and claws.

A fierce gust of wind was unleashed.

The black Jiao martial soul seemed to come in the blink of an eye, and a giant claw grabbed at Feng Xingliang fiercely.

The claws cut through the air with a piercing screech that made a numb scalp.

This is a blow from an eighth-order martial soul, even if a fourth-order martial venerable is hit, I'm afraid he will be injured in an instant!

Feng Xingliang's mouth is full of indifference.

But when facing this eighth-order martial soul, he was still very cautious and careful in his heart.

"Heavenly Demon Purple Bee!"

As soon as his mind moved, a large amount of Yuan Force gathered around him, and it quickly condensed into a purple giant bee more than two meters long and shining with purple rays all over his body.

This is, Seventh-Order Martial Soul!

Brush!

Purple light flashed.

Feng Xingliang, together with his martial spirit, instantly burst out with a rapid speed and rushed towards the huge Jiao claw that poked out.

A terrible cold light flashed from his hand, almost together with the seventh-order martial soul, and slammed into the Jiao claw.

There was a loud bang.

The more than ten meter-long black Jiao shook violently, and the claws that were grabbed were also directly beaten back.

But Feng Xingliang also snorted, and together with the purple bee martial spirit, he was beaten and retreated.

"The eighth-order martial soul is really strong!"

Feng Xingliang couldn't help but say in a low voice.

But Ji Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "But your strength seems to be a little insufficient!"

said.

With a wave of his arm, the black Jiao martial soul rapidly expanded, turning into a huge body more than fifty meters long, and once again swooped out, directly circling his body, and surrounded Feng Xingliang and the purple bee martial soul inside.

The previous claw was just a temptation.

If there is only one seventh-order martial soul, even if it is a fourth-order martial venerable, Ji Xian is confident that he can defeat it at this time.

So he's ready to really make a move!

But on Feng Xingliang's face, there was a sneering smile.

"It seems that I have been underestimated, so let you understand the real strength of my Fengxingliang!"

The voice did not fall.

Next to him, in the mouth of the purple bee martial soul that was more than two meters long, a rich purple light suddenly sprayed onto his body.

And almost at the same time, Yuan Li became bright and dazzling, and burst out with a more powerful aura.

"Support-type soul skills! and...... Burned the power of the Origin!"

Ji Xian's face suddenly turned grim.

But Feng Xingliang took the initiative to attack him.

"Death!"

Shrouded in dazzling Yuan Force, and shrouded in purple light, Feng Xingliang erupted with unimaginable rapidity.

The bright purple light flashed, and he disappeared directly in place in an instant!

"What a speed!"

Ji Xian's pupils shrank suddenly, and for a while, his eyes were a little unable to keep up with the speed of the surge.

Outside the rune array, there was also an uproar.

This kind of extreme speed, I'm afraid it has already surpassed the fifth-level Martial Venerable, and even surpassed the sixth-level Martial Venerable, and it is close to the powerhouse of the Heavenly Venerable Realm!

"Oops!"

Ji Xian's face changed drastically.

At the moment when he was in a trance before, Feng Xingliang was already about to bypass the encirclement of his eighth-order martial soul!

Call!

A claw fell from the sky, and the black mangs surged, slapping fiercely towards Feng Xingliang in the rapid sprint.

The huge Jiao's mouth opened and bit away from the front, and the Jiao's body also swam in a circle, quickly squeezing through the surroundings.

Under full control.

The Black Jiao Martial Spirit made a move as soon as possible, and almost instantly, it completely blocked Feng Xingliang.

But before Ji Xian could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw:

Feng Xingliang's body seemed to turn into a bright purple lightning, and it flashed a few times in an instant around the Black Jiao Martial Spirit.

Boom!

The short sword in his hand burst out coldly.

Feng Xingliang not only took advantage of that extreme speed to easily pass through the blockade of the Black Jiao Martial Spirit, but also took action by the way, leaving three very hideous and huge wounds on that Jiao's body.

The power of the black martial soul immediately gushed out.

But Feng Xingliang didn't care, he didn't even look at it, and his figure shot out again, heading straight for Ji Xian.

My heart trembled.

Ji Xian's whole body was immediately shrouded, a cold and piercing feeling of danger.

This guy's speed is so fast, so fast that he controls the eighth-order martial soul, and he doesn't have time to deal with it at all!

"Shake the World Emperor Fist!"

Under the crisis, there is no time to think about it.

The bright yellow light on Ji Xian's body skyrocketed, and one hand turned even golden, and he blasted towards the afterimage in front of him with a punch.

Boom!

Under one blow.

Ji Xian's whole body shook violently, his face turned pale, and his body was hit by a huge force, and he felt a burst of tightness in his chest.

The fourth-level Martial Venerable burned the power of the origin again, which was not something he could resist with his fist technique at all!

But Feng Xingliang was, as soon as his body moved, he switched to the other side like lightning, and the short sword in his hand stabbed out fiercely, and the cold sword light went straight to Ji Xian's head.

The sharp sword wind stings the skin.

Ji Hyun glanced at it quickly, and then a golden fist bombarded it as if instinctively.

Bang!

It's two more moves.

Ji Xian's face turned pale, but he was still relying on the strength of his martial arts to hold on and not be attacked.

It's that good, and I can't help but sigh lightly.

"A punch that can constantly stack strength, amazing, this is the first time I've seen it..."

The voice is still around.

Feng Xingliang was once again, his body flashed rapidly, and he found the opportunity to stab Ji Xian's heart with a sword.

Call!

Punch with all your strength and go up to the punch.

But this time, Ji Xian's face changed instantly, "Not good!"

This sword turned out to be just a false move.

Poof!

Dodging his punch, the sword light went up, the poignant cold light flashed, and in the blood spray, Ji Xian's arm was immediately broken shoulder to shoulder, torn by the sword light, and tossed high.

"Haha, go die!"

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