A scuffle broke out, just for the piece of jade on the altar, which was suspected to have been transformed by the moon and the biggest opportunity of the Yinque Palace. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The battle power of more than a dozen monks erupted, and the hall was instantly surrounded by all kinds of glow, spiritual power flew sideways, and the rumbling thunder was endless, and Ying Xuan and Yin Chaoyang, who were rushing to the front, were attacked the most violently.

Ying Xuan's movements couldn't help but stagnate, he could only turn his body and face everyone's attacks, but fortunately, Zhao Shenghui and Wen Wanshu rushed to his side and shared a lot of pressure.

The jade lies quietly on the altar, as long as someone approaches and wants to take it away, it will be attacked by everyone, under the siege of such demons, even if the jade is snatched away, it is estimated that it will be overwhelmed by the attack, and the hatred will be on the spot.

Ying Xuan took out the spirit sword, his arm soared, and the heaven-grabbing hand came out, a style of wind and clouds, controlling the spirit sword in his hand, the wind rose and the clouds flew, and the cloud flying sword trick also rose to the sky, stirring the wind and clouds.

Dao Dao sword qi was vertical and horizontal in the field, tearing open, as if even the void could not bear it, and bursts of whimpering erupted, and everyone hurriedly dodged.

"Humph!"

Pan Wudao snorted coldly, he was very blind to Ying Xuan, since the trip to the Heavenly Tower, he was robbed of the limelight by this person, and he couldn't breathe, this time, he will definitely be ashamed.

also had such thoughts, as well as Dongfang Xu and Yin Wuya, the attacks of these two people were all towards Ying Xuan, and they seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding with each other.

The rest of the people started a melee with Yin Chaoyang and Fan Yizhuo, and the field was instantly divided into several small circles, but as long as someone reached out to grab the jade, they would be instantly overwhelmed by everyone's attacks.

A monk who thought he was cunning, taking advantage of the scuffle between everyone, wanted to fish in troubled waters, and he was already drunk on the spot, and his body was instantly bombarded with flesh and blood.

The Yin Boundless Scythe blade, like the call of death, although it was rusty, like a waste product, but with a rotten aura, between the scythe blades, with a gray glow, it could actually drown Ying Xuan's sword qi decay and submerge.

The essence of the ninth-layer evolution of the spirit of Ying Xuan completely exploded, the green tendons in his right hand were convex, and the strength of his body was undisguised, and the spirit sword in his hand was a little bit endless, as if gathering the stars in the sky, to break the face.

At this point, the antelope hung its horns, without any traces to follow, and instantly broke through the endless layers of obstacles, and pointed towards its chest, Ying Xuan had already killed the real fire, and he no longer had any reservations.

Yin Wuya's expression was horrified, he didn't expect this person to be so terrifying, the scythe blade burst out with a burst of gray light, resisting it, but he only felt a huge force in his hand, and the scythe blade almost fell out of his hand.

At this critical moment, Dongfang Xu seemed to have a round of rising sun behind him, with a scorching meaning, exuding a golden glow, and in the middle of his hands, he galloped towards Yingxuan, like the nine heavens of the bright sun.

Ying Xuan had to defend back, and the Dao Dao Sword Qi formed a hurricane, constantly circling, and violently applied to Dongfang Xu, shattering its golden glow, with one enemy and two, without falling behind at all.

Pan Wudao came to raid again, his face was expressionless, like a dead man's face, and his sleeve robe waved, as if he wanted to cover the sky and the sun, with layers of mist, shrouded towards Ying Xuan, making people almost want to be lost.

Ying Xuan Liuhe Alchemy Technique was running, and the spiritual power in the Sun Sutra of his hand was like a wave of river water pouring in, and the green tendons of his arm swelled for a while, and instantly oozed out a trace of blood, like a dragon crying blood.

A sword swept away, with an indomitable momentum, but also like a thunderbolt, with bursts of roar, a sword actually has the momentum of thunder, and thunder is hidden in the clouds.

Pan Wudao sleeve robe waved, this hand sleeve is superb, as if the thunder is in the sleeve, but the body can't help but shock, there is a trace of surprise in the eyes.

It's just that under the surprise attack of the two, they missed the opportunity to solve the endless end, and a gray glow tore through the void again, with a rotten aura.

The first time the three of them cooperated, they actually had a tacit understanding, the purpose was to solve Ying Xuan and strangle it here, this person was like a huge mountain crushing in his chest among the monks who participated in the Heavenly Tower, and this opportunity was rare.

Zhao Shenghui was also caught in a scuffle, fighting with the two monks, as a disciple of Yaodao Peak, he actually walked the path of the flesh, his fat body trembled, and his strength was even stronger than Ying Xuan.

Any attack, under its pair of fleshy palms, swept away like a fly, and the fleshy palms the size of a fan suppressed the opponent to the point that they were powerless to fight back.

Wen Wanshu and Le Xiyin, these two proud daughters of the sky are also competing for beauty and do not give in to each other.

One is gentle as water, the other is as warm as water, one is warm, and the other is cold by nature.

The slender fingers are extremely smart, like an elf jumping on the pipa, and a series of rhythms sounded in the pluck, with a sense of charm, which makes people almost want to get lost.

There are also light waves flying out from the pipa, spinning and jumping in the air, extremely agile, there is no trace to follow, but Miaoyin Pavilion is the sound attack route taken.

Wen Wanshu didn't perform any spells, as if she was reflecting her own formation cultivation, one after another array platforms were suspended around her body, and her hands gracefully pointed to the array platforms in front of her, there were defensive types, offensive types, alternating rotations.

The defensive array emitted bursts of weak light, but it could always turn Le Xiyin's attack into invisibility, and the offensive array erupted from time to time with bursts of fierce killing intent, which made Dele Xiyin's fingers pluck the strings urgent.

The battle between the two women is pleasing to the eye, as if it is not a fight, but more like a competition in art, with a hint of beauty, but it is a pity that everyone now has no time at all.

An even more frightening battlefield is Yin Chaoyang and Fan Yizhuo, Yin Chaoyang flew with his fingers on both hands, and the Dao airflow went towards Fan Yizhuo **** at a strange angle, with the intention of decay, annihilating its endless light.

Fan Yizhuo's ordinary face revealed an extraordinary temperament, his eyes suddenly opened, and one of the mysterious divine platforms rose and fell from time to time, and two divine lights bloomed from his eyes, as if they burst out from the divine platform.

A mysterious aura instantly permeated the main hall, attracting everyone's attention, this breath did not seem to belong to Fan Yizhuo himself, revealing a coercion, which was terrifying.

Yin Chaoyang felt this breath, the corners of his mouth pulled up a trace of arc, and his long black hair turned into gray strangely, as if covered with the vicissitudes of time.

A long gray hair is windless and automatic, fluttering with the wind, waving in the air, like tentacles, constantly encroaching on the void.

A pair of pupils also became a little demonic, covered with gray, and even the whites of the eyes gradually turned gray, as if the pupils and the whites of the eyes were completely mixed into one, and there was only a blank of gray in the eyes.

Yin Chaoyang smiled with a hint of evil, and his eyes bloomed with two gray pillars of light, cutting through the void, startling layers of ripples, with the secret power of erosion, attacking towards Fan Yizhuo.

Everyone present was shocked, both of them had mastered the legendary pupil technique, which was unguardable and even more powerful.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone, the divine light of the Shentai in Fan Yizhuo's eyes, and the pillar of light of the Yin Chaoyang Gray Pupil Technique were like two spiritual snakes, constantly entangled in mid-air, and even the void was a little distorted, and then annihilated each other, and the two were on par.

Ying Xuan's heart was full of solemnity, none of these demons of the three families and seven sects were easy to achieve, they were far superior to the monks of the same level, and their cultivation was superb, and they had mastered techniques that were beyond the reach of outsiders, which was difficult to match.

Watching a group of people fighting together, the scene was very chaotic, and Ying Xuan couldn't help but wonder if he could snatch the jade in his hand.

The Heaven Snatcher controlled the Yunfei Sword Technique, and kept fighting with the three of Pan Wudao, it was difficult to win the three of them for a while, and the hearts of the three of them were even more shocked.

"This person can't stay, otherwise he will rise in the future, and there will be no place for us to stand!" The thoughts in the hearts of the three of them were the same, and they were all shocked by Ying Xuan's strength and unpredictable methods.

Not only is his cultivation at the peak, he faintly suppresses everyone, and the spells are endless, grabbing the heavenly hand, Yunfei sword trick, dazzling, but also physically strong, a huge force that is difficult to resist.

"You can't drag it out, it's a quick fix!"

The spirit sword in Ying Xuan's hand erupted with a shocking sword intent, and the sword qi in the field was vertical and horizontal, constantly circling, and it seemed that a nine-day hurricane had rolled up around his body, and a cyclone composed of sword qi roared towards the three of them.

With a flash in his hand, the spirit sword disappeared, and a huge stone mill appeared, which was the sword grinding stone obtained from the place where the sword was hidden, and the green tendons of his hands exploded, like a fierce beast, directly following the hurricane, and smashed towards the trio wheel.

The sleeve robe of Pan Wudao kept waving, and there seemed to be endless air currents swinging inside, hunting sounds, and the sleeve robe opened and waved, as if it wanted to cover the heavens and the earth.

The rust on the blade of the Yin Boundless Scythe gradually fell off, and a shocking gray light erupted, his face was a little pale, as if he had paid a lot of price, and the corners of his mouth were a little smiling, and the scythe blade slashed down.

The rising sun behind Dongfang Xu gradually rose, as Dongfang Xu, who was in the realm of evolution, his body was a little temporarily suspended, and as the rising sun slowly rose, the sun behind him was full of light, and it was like a heavenly immortal descending to earth.

Under the joint efforts of the three of them, Ying Xuan's sword qi hurricane was torn apart, and one after another sword winds roared in the field, and Ying Xuan followed closely behind, waving the stone platform to block the three people's attacks.

The five-colored streamer on the soles of his feet appeared, looking like a streamer, and he came to the Yin Wuyan in an instant, and in his frightened look, the stone platform smashed down on his head.

Bang!

Yin Wuya hurriedly resisted, only to feel a huge force coming, any attack in front of this stone platform, was pale and weak, a mouthful of blood spurted out violently, and his expression was sluggish.

Ying Xuan turned around, the muscles of his arms were bulging, and the green tendons were already stained with blood, like a frog dragon roaring and crying blood among the mountains.

The stone platform danced towards Pan Wu Dao, Pan Wu Dao was frightened for a while, as if a suffocating feeling from the impact of a mountain, his hands and sleeves swayed, with a soft force, constantly unloading the huge power of Ying Xuan.

Dongfang Xu's body was stagnant in mid-air, and a round of rising sun rose in the east, slamming towards Ying Xuan with a scorching intent, as if he wanted to melt people.

Roar!

Ying Xuan roared at the sky, the momentum on his body was rising, his blood was boiling, and a fierce phantom appeared on his body, with a faint coercion, and a fierce aura swept the scene.

"Foxy!"

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and with a look of horror, they blurted out.

"Is this the chance this person got in the Tower of Climbing?"

When Pan Wudao and several people saw this scene, their eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames, and they had undisguised jealousy for Ying Xuan.

Ying Xuan's movements in his hands never stopped, and the stone platform continued to smash towards Pan Wudao, any attack was overshadowed in front of him, even if Pan Wudao relied on his sleeve to continuously unload his strength, it was also a little difficult to hold on.

Dongfang Xu approached, Ying Xuan turned his head and opened his mouth to spit out a piece of glow, like a picture scroll in the air in the wind, and attacked towards Dongfang Xu, as if he wanted to drown the rising sun.

Roaring in the sky, intending to swallow the sun!

Everyone in the field saw that Ying Xuan had slaughtered all sides, and he had suppressed the three proud sons of the sky so that they had no power to fight back, and they were all jealous of this person in their eyes, and they must not be easily provoked in the future.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhao Shenghui burst into a hearty laugh, a pair of fleshy palms, like hot wheels, constantly waving in front of him, a monk couldn't dodge, was slapped by Zhao Shenghui's palm, and instantly spurted out a stream of blood.

"Big brother, I'll help you!"

The two fighting monks in the field were a little upset when they saw Ying Xuan suppressing the three of them with one hand, and they both withdrew their hands and attacked Ying Xuan, Zhao Shenghui rushed forward and stopped the two with only a pair of fleshy palms.

Yes!

Ying Xuan roared, the spiritual power in the dantian was running wildly, and the cultivation of the Evolution Yuan Spirit was at its peak, and there was actually a spiritual power, surging towards the Hand Shaoyin Sutra.

"You forced me!"

A ruthless color rose in his heart, and the scuffle in front of him was anxious, if he wanted to overwhelm everyone, he must make a breakthrough, and he had not dared to try the hand Shaoyin Sutra, which was poured into the spiritual power at this time, and he couldn't help but have a tearing pain.

Yes!

Ying Xuan looked up to the sky and roared again, feeling that his arm was about to tear apart, and he was in pain, his silver teeth clenched and trembled, but in exchange, the strength of his arm skyrocketed.

Bang!

Pan Wudao couldn't resist it after all, and the stone platform fan that was smashed by Ying Xuanlun spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes were full of jealousy.

The stone platform wheel smashed and danced, and the strength of the flesh was exerted to the extreme, Ying Xuan rushed to the altar again, seeing Ying Xuan's crazy appearance, although everyone was frightened, but the movements in their hands were not slow.

All kinds of attacks flooded towards Ying Xuan, most of them were resisted by the stone platform in front of him, but there were also many attacks that fell on his body, and Ying Xuan's body couldn't help but be shocked, and the corners of his mouth coughed up blood.

Grabbing the jade in his hand, Ying Xuan turned his back to everyone, put the stone platform on his back, and rushed towards the stone gate of the main hall.

When everyone saw this scene, their eyes were split, except for the monk who was dragged by Zhao Shenghui's gentle and gentle manner, the rest of the people did not spare their hands, and the glow instantly soared into the sky, shining on the entire hall, like a stormy wave surging towards Ying Xuan.

Burst!

Although he carried the stone platform behind him and blocked most of the attacks, in the face of many demons, Ying Xuan was also a little difficult to resist, and a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out instantly.

The stone door opened, Ying Xuan's face showed a look of triumph, and he pinched the jade in his hand, the palace had already arrived, and now the important thing was to escape this catastrophe.

Ying Xuan's body galloped, but he suddenly paused, with horror on his face, just because outside the door of the main hall, there was a woman in white like a holy snow lotus, swaying in the wind, with a touch of poignancy, looking at the jade in Ying Xuan's hand. (To be continued.) )