Wen An saw the cruel smile on the blue-shirted boy's face, and felt bad in his heart, and the Yuan Force in his body surged, wanting to forcibly stop the tendency of his body to retreat, so as to avoid the blue-shirted boy's upcoming attack.

But the blue-shirted young man didn't give him a chance at all, and on his entire right arm, suddenly a circle of pitch-black Xuan Spirit Power surged out, and then a dark aura erupted, only to see a black light flash, and the black fist hit Wen An's body fiercely.

Bang!

A circle of black spiritual power light waves instantly fluctuated vertically to both sides the moment it hit.

Yes!

A majestic force poured into Wen An's body from the fist like a surging river. Under this huge force, accompanied by a wail, Wen An's entire body, like a kite with a broken string, flew out upside down in an instant.

Wen An's chest was dull, but he still endured the injuries in his body. At the moment when the body was about to land, the folding fan in his hand was gently towards the ground, and the whole body flipped and fell steadily behind him.

Seeing that he was far enough away from the blue-shirted boy, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Wen An's eyes, and he whispered a few mysterious spells in his mouth, and the folding fan came out of his hand again.

As soon as the folding fan was opened, the landscape painting inside erupted into a burst of dazzling white light, and a small mountain of three zhang size turned by spiritual power flew out of the landscape painting, and the spiritual power rolling on it kept tumbling, and went towards the blue-shirted young man.

Seeing this, the corners of the blue shirt's mouth showed a hint of banter.

Under the amazed gaze around him, his right foot stepped forward violently, and the whole body flew up, and the thick black Xuan spiritual power on his right arm roared like a tsunami, turning his hand into a fist, and his eyes showed a crazy color, directly colluding with the small mountain phantom turned by the spiritual power.

Boom!

A wave of spiritual power visible to the naked eye, accompanied by a loud sound like a bell, spread out to all directions.

Under the tremendous strength of the blue-shirted boy, the phantom of the entire hill trembled violently and stopped its downward trend. No matter how much the spiritual power of the small mountain phantom rolls, it can't fall in the slightest.

Wow!

Seeing this, the disciples of the Yunxiao Sect and the Black Yu Sect around the ring instantly erupted in an uproar.

"Senior Brother Ao, come on!"

The people of Heiyumen, seeing that the previous limelight was snatched away by the people of the Yunxiao Sect in Fengyun Valley, and now seeing the blue-shirted boy burst out with strong strength, stabilizing Wen An, he immediately shouted, wanting to snatch the limelight back, at least not behind.

On the Fengyun Valley side, his face was gloomy, but he didn't expect that there was also a strong disciple on the side of Heiyumen. Then, thinking of what Cang Tianbei and Elder Hei Yumen Duan had said before, his face became even more gloomy. I can only pray for Wen An in my heart, and as for other things, I can only rely on Wen An himself.

Cang Tianbei, who was above the chief, saw that Wen An was overwhelmed by a disciple at the Xuanling level, and his face was not very good-looking.

Then he looked at Elder Duan of the Hei Yu Sect on the other side of the chief, and saw the smile on his face, and his guess in his heart had been proven. Then he turned his gaze and nodded at Shangguan Xinyun and Elder Qiong.

Shangguan Xinyun and Elder Qiong also nodded slightly, indicating understanding.

"Drink!"

Wen An saw that the phantom of the mountain turned by his spiritual power was stopped in mid-air by the blue-shirted young man's punch, and it was difficult to fall a bit, and his face was instantly gloomy and solemn.

After a low snort, the mysterious spell in his mouth muttered again. At the same time, the ten fingertips of the Xuanyin changed like a dream, and the Yuan Li Sea in the body rolled and roared, and the Yuan Li roared out from the top of his head, merging into the mountain and water folding fan in mid-air.

The folding fan of the landscape that absorbed the Yuan Force buzzed and burst out with a dazzling white glow. A huge aura erupted from its landscape folding fan, and a white mist poured out, and a roll poured directly into the shadow of the hill that was stopped in mid-air by the blue-shirted boy.

The phantom of the hill that absorbed the white mist shook violently, and then a powerful spiritual power fluctuation erupted, instantly soaring by one zhang, turning into a small mountain phantom the size of four zhang.

On top of the powerful power of his hill phantom, the young man surnamed Ao was unstable and slowly fell down.

"Come on, Wen'an!"

Seeing that the situation had reversed, Fengyun Valley's side did not lag behind at all, cheering for Wen An.

Cang Tianbei saw that Wen An had reversed the situation slightly, and his face recovered slightly.

And the white-bearded old man who was sitting in the comparison of the three sects held by him this time, there were a few good talented disciples, and the smiles on his faces were also extraordinarily bright.

The middle-aged man in silver on the side was also extremely satisfied with this.

When the young man surnamed Ao saw that he was actually pressed down, a trace of violence instantly appeared on his face.

"Drink!"

This time, he shouted violently, and a powerful spiritual power fluctuation in his body burst out, and on his body, circles of dark black ripples emerged, which looked extremely weird.

Each dark black ripple, the black glow flickering, seems to contain great power, giving people a feeling of heart palpitations.

The disciples around the ring, seeing such a strange scene on the young man surnamed Ao, everyone opened their mouths and were amazed, what amazing thing is going to happen this time.

"Spirit Pattern!" said someone at this time.

"Spirit streaks? Could it be that the man is carrying some kind of powerful spirit. ”

The disciples around him, when they saw someone say that the spirit pattern was broken, they immediately seemed to explode into a pot, and they discussed endlessly. Then he took a closer look at the ripples on the young man surnamed Ao, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

In the past, it would be good to have a super talented disciple like this in the ratio of the three sects, but now this time the ratio of the three sects has come out of three at once, which makes them a little unimaginable.

At the same time, it was unimaginable, and he instantly exclaimed, only such a ratio of the three sects is worthy of the real ratio of the three sects. Only such an exhilarating competition is the best-looking.

"Elder Duan, this is the disciple with the body of a tyrant that you secretly recruited the year before last. The purple-robed middle-aged man saw the spirit pattern on the young man surnamed Ao, and turned his head to the black-robed middle-aged man from Heiyumen.

When the black-robed middle-aged man heard this, his face, which was originally full of smiles because the sect had produced a super talented disciple, suddenly froze, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

He originally wanted to use the young man surnamed Ao as a killer weapon, but when he saw Cang Tianbei talking about the body of the overlord spirit, he thought that he only knew about it by chance, maybe he heard it somewhere. Now that he saw the purple-robed middle-aged man, he also knew that the expression on his face was instantly a little unnatural.

I still want to be it, it turns out that others already know. And the talented disciples of other sects don't know anything about themselves. When I think of this, I feel extremely depressed unconsciously.

Wen An saw the spirit pattern on the body of the young man surnamed Ao, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he did not hesitate to consume the yuan power in his body, and another majestic yuan force merged into the mountain and water folding fan.

After the mountain folding fan absorbed the Yuan Force, it buzzed again, and then another white mist poured out and rolled up, pouring into the phantom of the hill.

After absorbing the phantom of the hill after absorbing the mist, a white pillar of light rose into the sky, and the phantom of the hill the size of four zhang skyrocketed by one zhang in an instant, turning into the size of five zhang.

An even more powerful spiritual power fluctuation erupted, and the slowly falling mountain phantom doubled its speed in an instant.

Seeing this, the young man surnamed Ao did not have any anxious look on his face. But when his feet were only half a foot off the ground, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and the five fingers of his left hand opened his palm, without using the slightest spiritual power, and directly slammed his palm at the bottom of the small mountain phantom.

Boom!

An earth-shattering loud bang erupted, and the phantom of the hill trembled wildly, and the white light on the surface flickered non-stop, no matter what happened to it, it stopped in mid-air again.

The five fingers of his right hand moved, turning into a fist, and he also did not use the slightest spiritual power, and the punch was fiercely slammed into the bottom of the small mountain phantom.

The earth-shattering loud sound resounded again, the phantom of the hill couldn't stop trembling, and hideous cracks spread from the bottom of the hill, and the spiritual light on its surface began to appear a little sluggish, and the spiritual power began to appear chaotic. The phantom of the entire hill seemed to collapse in the next second.

And the moment Wen An's shadow cracked in the small mountain, his entire chest was dull, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted out.

I had already received a punch from a young man surnamed Ao before, and now the powerful attack I cast was almost broken, and the injuries on my body were getting worse and worse, and the yuan power in my body had been almost consumed.

Gritting his teeth, a look of determination flashed in his eyes. Ignoring the injuries on his body and the consumption of Yuan Force in his body, he had the last collision with the boy surnamed Ao, and the success or failure was in one fell swoop.

The obscure Xuan Seals in his hands continued to change, and then all the Yuan Force in his body poured out, turning into a golden stream, surrounding the phantom of the hill.

After the phantom shadow of the mountain was surrounded by the golden stream, the spiritual power fluctuations suddenly soared, and the originally scattered spiritual light shone in an instant, and the crack at the bottom also healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The young man surnamed Ao saw the sudden change of Xiaoshan's phantom, his face did not have a trace of worry, but showed a trace of crazy excitement, and after a beastly roar, he hit Xiaoshan phantom with a punch.

Originally, the left hand of the palm was also clenched into a fist with five fingers, and as the right fist was withdrawn, a punch was directly connected, and it hit the phantom of the hill fiercely.

Punch after punch, the speed was so fast that it was difficult to see, only the shadow of the fist in the sky was seen, and it exploded at the bottom of the phantom of the hill.

Each punch was accompanied by visible spiritual power fluctuations, one after another, the entire void was like a rippling lake, and the disciples in the ring around them were stunned.

Although the young man surnamed Ao did not have the same movement and momentum as when Xiao Wuxian fought against Xiao Hu before, he would not lag behind much.

Xiao Wuxie's eyes that had been slightly closed for cultivation slowly opened when he heard such a momentum and felt such a powerful spiritual power fluctuation.

Seeing the young man surnamed Ao frantically attacking the phantom of the five-zhang mountain, a fine light flashed in his eyes, and then slowly closed again.