The entire auditorium suddenly lit up, and firelight burst out from inside.

In a short time, the black cloud gradually dissipated from the void with the sound of explosions.

Suddenly, a purple magic umbrella emerged from the inside, and I saw the umbrella slowly unfolding, and Sikong Xuanji smiled slightly, and stepped on the burning flame under his feet.

"Two junior brothers, well done. ”

The two cultivators had an irrepressible look of joy on their faces.

"It's good, it's a pity. Mo Bai shook his head, his face was gray, and said, "This is the spirit array under Ben Xiu's cloth, and it is naturally controlled by Ben Xiu. ”

The black smoke dissipated, revealing the whole picture, and I saw Xue Xiaofeng and Yuan Hu standing on the bluestone slab.

"Give it to me. ”

Sikong Xuanji's face was a little ugly, and he took the lead and shouted angrily.

If you want to talk about spiritual power cultivation, Xue Xiaofeng is only a third-level spiritual cultivator, and he has just been promoted, and there are only two third-level spiritual cultivators beside him, regardless of spiritual power, just by the number, four spiritual cultivators can crush it, but it is really so, but it is extremely embarrassing.

The next moment, four third-level spiritual cultivators launched an offensive and surrounded Xue Xiaofeng and the three of them.

Sikong Xuanji jumped up, with the help of fourth-level spiritual power, turned into a spiritual wing, and kicked out with both feet, like a falcon, with dark gold claws, claws towards Xue Xiaofeng and the others.

"You two get out of the way. ”

The dark golden claw, the claw light was like a blade, as soon as he made a move, it was extremely fast, Xue Xiaofeng roared, and the only remaining Xuanyin spirit in the Lingge surged to his arm, and then Xue Xiaofeng silently recited the Phantom Yin Claw Spirit, and a rough and dark black gas poured into the right claw like billowing smoke.

"The power of the spirit treasure does not belong to the power of the spirit in the first place, spread it out to me. ”

Xue Xiaofeng gritted his teeth, and the huge phantom yin claw he raised was like a huge feather thorn, blocking the air above the three of them.

Puff puff!

Three blades of light burst out and slammed into the black mist.

After failing to strike a blow, Sikong Xuanji did not give up, but continued to manipulate the spirit claw on the palm of his hand to quickly claw towards the hand-shaped shield.

You must know that the general spirit treasure may have an extremely strong attack power, but the spirit treasure he uses consumes much less spiritual power than the spiritual power used by ordinary monks.

"I don't believe it, boy, it won't kill you. ”

Sikong Xuanji sneered, his spirit wings fluttered into the air, and he looked down at the black hand below, and the next moment, his hands were one, and his whole body crackled.

Between the two claws, with the spiritual light, there was an electric shock that pierced the chest, forming a white lightning bolt.

"Thunderclaw. ”

Below, the two spiritual cultivators whispered, Thunder Claw, as the name suggests, uses spiritual power to turn into lightning, and then into attacks.

"In other words, the senior brother is the sister-in-law of the Sikong family, and it is not strange to have such a spiritual treasure. ”

Below, the spiritual cultivator who had followed Sikong Xuanji before said slowly, with a hint of smugness in his eyes, when he first entered the Spiritual Academy, he joined the Thunder Gate. And the person in front of him is Chu Qiao's generation in the Thunder Gate.

"Since the blade of light can't be broken, let you taste the power of thunder and lightning. ”

Suddenly, Sikong Xuanji continued to release spiritual power and sent it into those two claws, and the sound of lightning in the palm of the palm was huge.

A cloud of white light left the dark claw, turned into lightning, and smashed towards Xue Xiaofeng from the air.

Just when Xue Xiaofeng opened his Phantom Yin Claw, he thought that this spirit would definitely be able to block the attack in the sky.

Suddenly, the black claws that came out of the spirit actually retracted, and there was an instinctive fear of the attacking attack.

Yikes!

"Current. ”

The white light broke through the black mist, Xue Xiaofeng blurted out, and a thunder sound seemed to fall from the sky, shaking Xue Xiaofeng's aura, and his body trembled sharply.

I saw that the dense qi gradually dispersed under the attack of the thunder and lightning ball, and everyone was happy.

Sikong Xuanji stood proudly in the void, and the spirit wings glided down from the sky, and it was clear that the blow was effective.

From the moment he was caught by the claw of the black spirit before, he suddenly felt a breath of Xuanyin qi invade the surface of the body, and the power of the thunder spirit was released through the claw, and the thunder spirit was the righteous qi of heaven and earth, which could dispel the haze.

Through the haze, I saw that the white-faced scholar's boy was talking to his companion behind him, and there seemed to be some kind of message in his eyes.

Suddenly, the spiritual cultivator took off the red gourd, and a ball of fire burst out of the haze and burst out in all directions.

"Damn" a spirit corrected the flames, and if they hadn't dispersed in time, I was afraid that they would have been burned alive by the flames.

Sikong Xuanji's face was gloomy and cold, and his murderous intent was everywhere, this kid was like a divine help, such a combo, he didn't die, and he still had the power to fight back.

"Damn, fight. ”

The two spiritual cultivators immediately rushed to the edge, avoided the flames, and slammed away from the back.

With both hands, he put the spiritual seal in his palms and struck at the spiritual cultivator who controlled the fire.

Mo Bai sneered, the two ink-colored petals in his hand had already been painted into the void, and then he slammed it and sprinkled it towards the void, saying: "Fellow practitioners, the time in the pavilion is limited, so don't go and find the sect's dress, if the internal friction continues, everyone will not be able to get benefits." ”

Sikong Xuanji's eyes wrinkled slightly, and he floated past the two spiritual cultivators beside him, and said, "If you kill these people, the twenty sets of sect family dresses will be within reach, do you still need to fight for them?"

"Two junior brothers, come over and help, I said that whoever killed Xue Xiaofeng would send a magic umbrella. Sikong Xuanji glanced at the two of them, and in the two palms, the spiritual light appeared, stepped on the bluestone slab, and rushed into the three of Xue Xiaofeng.

The two cultivators were a little hesitant at this time, standing on the sidelines and watching the battle, everyone knew that it was now the pass of the Nine Pavilions, and it was not necessary to put Xue Xiaofeng to death, plus with those six fourth-level spiritual cultivators in charge, he would not be able to stand out from the crowd at all, the only way was to try to break through this pavilion, and the spiritual products obtained may be more advanced.

The eyes of the two lingered, communicating with each other, and the next moment, they urged spiritual power, jumped out of the stone slab, counted the oil lamp on their toes, and stayed on the stone wall of the vermilion pillar.

Xue Xiaofeng grinned, sneered at the two voices that left, held the iron rod lightly, and there was a feeling of soreness between his arms.

"Damn. His face was a little ugly, he barely pushed his spiritual power, and after taking a few steps forward, he felt a pain in his chest.

"Hmph, boy, without those two, you'd have to die. Sikong Xuanji roared angrily, the dark gold claw in his hand made a clicking sound, and as the sound of the machine fell, two light blades burst out through the tip of the claw, like a boning knife.

"Be careful. ”

Mo Bai coughed up blood, carried the spirit seal on his back, and forcibly condensed a piece of spiritual power that was glued and turned into a cloud of black ink in front of Xue Xiaofeng.

"White-faced little scholar, it's better to take care of yourself. ”

The spiritual cultivator who attacked had already seen the clue, this guy's spiritual power was ethereal, and as long as he was close, he could easily hit him.

There was a chilling feeling behind Mo Bai, but just as the spiritual cultivator thought he could hit it, a fireball greeted him from the side with a scorching flame.

"Damn, boy who plays with fire, get out of the way. ”

The spiritual cultivator roared angrily, the red battle uniform on his chest was burned by the fireball, and if he hadn't withdrawn the spirit seal in time, he would have been injured by the fireball at this time.