The senior brother dressed as a white-faced scholar was completely enraged by Hu Yang at this time, and he was not staying behind at the moment, and all kinds of wind attribute spells were thrown to Hu Yang like money. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Suddenly, a burst of colorful magic light shrouded Hu Yang's body, and the dust stirred up drowned Hu Yang in it.

In the end, the white-faced scholar had enough spiritual power, and a giant wind blade with a width of one person appeared in front of the white-faced scholar. The flickering aura on the giant wind blade reflected on the white-faced scholar's hideous ground, making him look as terrifying as a demon from hell.

"Huh"

The giant wind blade galloped towards Hu Yang, who was overwhelmed by the multicolored spell, and a deep groove was cut on the ground by the Gangfeng that was brought out by the giant wind blade. With a bang, Hu Yang was knocked out of the dust, and in mid-air Hu Yang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Ahh

"It's over?"

"Dead?"

"Senior brother, after holding on for so long, or defeated?"

"Hey, it's a pity, I was expecting him to fight back, but I didn't expect it to be over. ”

The crowd began to commotion, and after everyone saw Hu Yang flying out, they knew that Hu Yang's defenses had been broken.

―12060

This was the damage inflicted on Hu Yang by the final blow.

Hu Yang looked at his health value in a daze,

10086/80000

I thought to myself, Damn, it seems that I really have a relationship with mobile.

Then Hu Yang's passive skill "Storm's Choice" was automatically triggered,

+1000

+800

+1000

Spiritual power continued to repair Hu Yang's damaged body, allowing him to continue to recover his health value.

"He's not dead. He wasn't dead yet, he actually stood up. ”

"Senior brother, it's good. ”

"****, ****, it's too late if you don't make a move. ”

"Senior brother, quickly, if you can still fight, you attack quickly, that person's spiritual power is already insufficient, I'm afraid there are only two at most, and now is your last chance." ”

"That's right, he spent a lot of spiritual power, junior brother, hurry up. ”

"Go!"

"Go!"

"Go!"

I don't know who took the lead, wave after wave of shouts came from the crowd, and Hu Yang, who they thought was going to die, actually stood up again, so they were moved by Hu Yang's indomitable spirit, and they spontaneously cheered for Hu Yang.

"Senior brother has a good body, so you can still stand up, they are right, I don't have much spiritual power, but how many more times can you beat me?

The white-faced scholar laughed wildly, not giving Hu Yang a chance to react at all, and a wind blade flew out towards Hu Yang.

"Bell!"

There was a sound of metal colliding, and Hu Yang blocked the wind blade with the iron chain formed by the spiritual light in his hand.

Then Hu Yang threw it away, and threw the wind blade that had lost the support of spiritual power to the ground, and as soon as the wind blade touched the ground, it shattered into several pieces, turning into white spiritual power and dissipating into the air.

"Senior brother's technique is good, massage my whole body comfortably, let me serve you now, junior brother." Hu Yang's eyes stared sharply at the white-faced scholar, like a hungry wolf staring at a fat lamb.

"You see, his injuries are actually starting to heal. ”

"yes, his wounds are bleeding anymore. ”

"What kind of eyes do you have, it's not just that it doesn't bleed, I see that my junior brother's wounds have already scabbed, I'm afraid it's already better. ”

"How so?"

"No way, you lied to people. ”

The people around discussed it word by word, and looked at Hu Yang's injuries in great surprise. Although Hu Yang knew that his injuries were getting better, this passive skill could only restore 30% of his HP at most, which was 26666 points, but this HP was not enough to take a few more attacks.

But the people around him only saw Hu Yang's superficial injuries, which made them feel that Hu Yang was already well, which caused everyone to marvel.

You must know that the disciples in these bazaars are all elites of each session, and they are among the best in terms of strength and vision, but they were stunned and did not find out how Hu Yang recovered from his injuries. They didn't see Hu Yang's luck healing, second, they didn't see Hu Yang swallow any pills, and third, they didn't see any magic weapons and other healing things on Hu Yang's body, so there was only one explanation, Hu Yang relied on his own body to recover from his injuries, and they had never heard of this system of rapid recovery of injuries, and they were all amazed at Hu Yang's talent.

"Die!" the two small wind blades drew a tricky angle and shot out towards the vital point on Hu Yang's body.

When the white-faced scholar saw Hu Yang blocking his wind blade, he immediately didn't dare to keep his hand, he just wanted to kill Hu Yang quickly. He knew that if he didn't speed up and kill Hu Yang, when his spiritual power was exhausted, he would fall into a passive situation. He didn't understand how this Hu Yang could be so hard, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he hadn't died yet, which simply subverted his perception of physical cultivation.

When Hu Yang saw the white-faced scholar raise his hand and prepare to launch the wind blade, Hu Yang rushed towards the white-faced scholar, and at the moment when the wind blade made a move, Hu Yang had already run five or six steps, although the distance was short, but it was enough for Hu Yang.

"Hehe!" Hu Yang showed a mocking smile at the white-faced scholar, which made the white-faced scholar suddenly feel a chill.

The next moment, Hu Yang's "Holding My Sister in My Arms" was launched.

Hu Yang's body was blurred in place, and he passed by two wind blades out of thin air, and appeared in front of the white-faced scholar, and hugged the white-faced scholar with one arm.

The white-faced scholar looked at Hu Yang who suddenly appeared in front of him in horror, and through the clothes on Hu Yang's body that were torn by the wind blade, he saw Hu Yang's steely muscles, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. If this was held by Hu Yang, he knew that with his strength, it would be impossible to break free.

"Ride the wind!"

The white-faced scholar quickly read out two words, and then suddenly rose into the air, making Hu Yang's hug fall into the air. This Wind Riding Decision is one of the few flying spells in the Qi Refining Period, and at most it can only be suspended in mid-air and cannot fly as freely as the monks in the Foundation Building Period, but even so, this spell is invincible in the battle of the Qi Refining Period monks, and it can achieve a surprising winning effect, and the most important thing is that this Wind Riding Decision can also form a set of combos with a spell of the white-faced scholar.

"Hahaha! Senior brother, sure enough, there are two hands, but that's the end of it, see if you can catch my move!

The white-faced scholar flew in mid-air, sending out a huge ball of light that was rapidly rotating around Hu Yang on the ground, this wind spell was extremely fast, and it could also control the direction of flight according to the white-faced scholar's divine sense, he thought that after this blow, Hu Yang would disappear from now on, and his form and spirit would be destroyed.

"Accept the trial!" Hu Yang yelled at the white-faced scholar.

Then Hu Yang launched the Mystery Divine Hook, and the spiritual power iron whip in his hand hit straight towards the white-faced scholar floating in mid-air.

The white-faced scholar was slightly stunned, thinking to himself what this was? Could it be that this junior brother was crazy before he died? No matter how fast this iron chain is, it can be faster than my wind knife ball? Then he seemed to see Hu Yang die tragically under the wind knife ball, and was about to open his mouth to laugh.

But before his smile could be expanded, he suddenly felt a small fluctuation of spiritual power on his body, and then these tiny fluctuations began to merge from his arm, and then strange spiritual power fluctuations appeared all over his body, and then he hadn't come back to his senses.

Hu Yang's gentleman's revenge was launched in this instant, and then the white-faced scholar was shrouded in a cloud of spiritual light, and more than a hundred large and small revenge patterns exploded on his body at the same time, making him explode into a ball of minced meat before he could use any defensive spells.

And when the wind knife ball was one centimeter away from Hu Yang's neck, it lost the source of spiritual power, and turned into a gust of wind, blowing past Hu Yang's cold and resolute face.

“MDZZ”

This is Hu Yang's last evaluation for the white-faced scholar.

"No! he's not really a monk. It should be said that he is actually dead a long time ago, he is not a living person, he has no soul at all!"