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Zhang Yang's body flew in the air, but a mouthful of blood couldn't stop spurting out, and his bloodless face became more and more pale and weak, like a kite with a broken string, constantly throwing backwards, and then slammed on the ground. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

With Ying Xuan's cultivation of the seventh layer of evolution now, and the existence of the evolution of the Yuan Spirit, plus the opening of three twelve serious bodies, the ordinary evolution of the eighth layer is not his opponent, let alone Zhang Yang's scattered cultivation.

However, Ying Xuan didn't look at Zhang Yang, but narrowed his eyes, staring at the young man who suddenly appeared, with a weird smile on his face.

"Finally let me find you. ”

Yin Wuya smiled slowly, looking at the black sword fetus in Ying Xuan's hand, a hint of longing flashed in his eyes, and he always felt an inexplicable attraction that made him want to stop.

It's just that last time he was escaped by Ying Xuan, this person was very cunning, and he was even able to avoid the mark he planted on the sword fetus, and after searching for a few days, he was finally found again.

"I'm looking for you too. ”

Ying Xuan also smiled slightly, his expression was calm, and he did not have the slightest fear in the face of Yin Wuyan, but it was like two old friends who had reunited after a long time to reminisce.

"Hehe, it's funny. ”

Yin Wuya shook his head slightly, as if admiring Ying Xuan's courage, with his current state of mind, he was no longer the previous Yin Wuya, but an old monster who didn't know how long he had lived.

"Hand over the sword fetus, you must also know the danger of the ancient battlefield, I can consider sparing your life!"

Yin Wuya smiled slightly, he couldn't see through this person, although his state of mind was an old monster, but he had no choice but to have this body, it was just the cultivation of the Evolution Realm, if Ying Xuan wanted to escape, it would inevitably fall into the situation last time, and naturally it was not the result that Yin Wuya wanted.

The words are plain, but they reveal a threat, the danger of the ancient battlefield is self-evident, presumably with Ying Xuan's mind, he must be able to guess one or two.

In the end, no matter what, it is the result of inevitable death, if the sword fetus is handed over, you can consider leaving your life, I have to say that Yin Wuyan's speculation about people's hearts is well grasped.

If it is such as publicizing this, I am afraid that the sword fetus has already been sacrificed.

"Is the ancient battlefield dangerous? ”

Ying Xuan sneered and said, for the sudden resurrection of Yin Wuyan, Ying Xuan was still a little shocked at first, but through Ji Ye, Ying Xuan already knew that the person in front of him was no longer Yin Wuyan, but was transformed by a remnant spirit, but he didn't know what way to use to change into Yin Wuyan's appearance, and he had flesh and blood.

For such a cruel spirit, let alone an old monster who doesn't know how long he has lived, Ying Xuan will naturally not be easily fooled, I am afraid that he will hand over the sword fetus one second, and he will become a dead corpse in the next second.

"Extremely calm? ”

When Yin Wuya heard Ying Xuan say this, he couldn't help but smile a little dumbly, and then his eyes gradually became cold, staring at the spirit sword in Ying Xuan's hand, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a strange arc.

"Treacherous and withered, I am inseparable from you!"

At this time, behind Yin Wuya, Zhang Yang, who fell to the ground, saw Yin Wuya, and couldn't help but be full of resentment, hatred, and rushed towards Yin Wuya frantically, as for Ying Xuan, Zhang Yang didn't care at the moment.

The only thought in my heart is to die with the treacherous stream, which is too deceitful to deceive people, and to lay down such a deception is only to sacrifice everyone.

Yin Wuya faced the surging publicity, the sleeve robe waved casually, and with a light touch of his fingers, a gray finger light blinked to Zhang Yang's chest with the momentum of a meteor.

Burst!

The finger light instantly pierced Zhang Yang's chest, it was difficult to dodge, in Zhang Yang's unbelievable look, trickling blood flowed out of his chest, and then he slammed his body, and his body slammed on the ground, unable to stand up again.

"I wanted to solve you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to hit the muzzle of the gun. ”

Yin Wuya shook his head, when he first entered the ancient battlefield, this person instigated everyone to resist, intending to go alone, although Yin Wuya was in the middle of Yin's heart, it did not mean that he could tolerate the provocation of others.

Ying Xuan's expression remained unchanged, he didn't have a good impression of Zhang Yang, and it was not a pity to die.

"Don't worry, it's up to you next!"

A strange smile appeared at the corner of Yin Wuya's mouth, looking at Ying Xuan, with a bloodthirsty light in the corner of his eyes, constantly flickering, staring at the black sword fetus in Ying Xuan's hand, there was an irresistible temptation.

Ying Xuan was holding a black sword fetus, his expression was slightly cold, and he didn't have a good impression of the treacherous people, not to mention that Yin Wuyan was transformed by a remnant spirit, and Ying Xuan was even more disgusted.

At this time, the momentum on the body continues to rise, since the opening of the three twelve canons, Ying Xuan has not really fought, the hand Sun Heart Sutra, the hand Taiyin Heart Sutra, and the hand Shaoyin Heart Sutra The spiritual power is galloping, like a tide, mighty, and there is a rumbling sound in the body, which is deafening.

I only felt that a majestic power emerged from my body, and my body was full of amazing power, and it seemed that it could destroy the world with every move, and the qi and blood in my body were surging and churning, and I was climbing steadily.

Holding the black sword fetus in his hand, the spiritual power of the seventh layer of evolution was poured into it, although the black sword fetus was black and did not look ordinary, but at this moment, the light was restrained, and the black luster that occasionally flickered was particularly extraordinary.

The momentum was awe-inspiring, and a murderous aura swept the scene, and the yin wind whined and howled, setting off Ying Xuan even more handsomely.

Yin Wuya felt the momentum of Ying Xuan, and was a little shocked in his heart, but he didn't expect to see him for a few days, Ying Xuan's strength seemed to have made great progress, not the same day, having such strength at this age is definitely a rare existence, I am afraid that this person is not an unknown person.

"I'm afraid, this isn't your true face, is it?"

Yin Wuyan had a playful look on his face, and this time the opportunity of the ancient battlefield was released, attracting a lot of monks, among which there must be many disciples of the other three families and six sects, judging from the current situation, this person must be a seed.

"A loose cultivation is not enough to worry about!"

Ying Xuan's expression was flat, unmoved, as soon as the words fell, the sword in his hand slashed, and a shocking black sword light penetrated out, like a black sun shining in the sky, and a black rainbow spanned between the two, surging towards the Yin Boundless.

The cultivation of the seventh layer of evolution was fully revealed, and Ying Xuan only felt that when the spiritual power was surging, it was surging, and the white, black, red, green, blue, red, blue, blue, blue, and purple lights in the dantian were shining, and the eight seeds were constantly breathing and exhaling, releasing a steady stream of spiritual power.

Yin Wuya's expression was with a hint of coldness, facing this black shocking rainbow, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes bloomed with a trace of coldness, his hands pinched, his ten fingers flicked in a row, and the gray finger lights were intertwined into a huge net, shrouding down towards Yingxuan.

Snort!

The black sword light and the giant net intertwined with the gray finger light collided, and a sneering sound erupted, and the gray finger light carried a strong corrosive meaning, as if even the void could be corroded and drowned.

The black sword has an amazing destructive power, unstoppable, like a bamboo, as if it can split the mountains and break through the gray giant net.

At the beginning of the confrontation, the two did not give in to each other, without a trace of temptation, and the gray and black lights in the field kept flickering and floating, which was dazzling.

"The corrosive meaning in this gray finger light is actually comparable to the pupil technique of Yin Chaoyang!"

The more he fought and won Xuan, the more frightened he became, the corrosive meaning in the Yin Boundless Finger Light was very similar to the gray corrosive meaning in the Yin Chaoyang Pupil Technique before, and the power was not inferior.

When the black sword fetus in his hand danced, it was like a group of demons dancing wildly, and bursts of whining sounds erupted, especially when Ying Xuan evolved the Xun hexagram, which evolved from aura to spiritual liquid, and his perception of wind aura reached a higher level.

At this moment, the five qi Chaoyuan array on the black sword tire in his hand burst out, sweeping the surrounding yin wind and sticking to the sword tire, and the wind aura continued to circle, as if waving a black tornado, and like a giant dragon dancing, the scene was very shocking.

"Hmph, I'll admit you've got some strength, but that's about it!"

Yin Wuya saw Ying Xuan's black sword fetus burst out with amazing power, and the light in his eyes was even worse, and he slowly poked out a palm, which was originally as white as jade, but at this moment it turned gray.

There are bursts of gray mist on the gray palm, but the strange thing is that even the lines on the palm can be seen clearly, and the palm lines on the palm seem to have turned into mysterious runes, implying the truth of heaven and earth, which is difficult to guess.

The palm that poked out gradually enlarged, turning into a huge light palm, about a foot square, and the gray mist on it surged, like boiling water, constantly steaming.

The light palm carried a palpitating aura, as if it was the palm of the sky, crushing down from the nine heavens, crushing the mortal dust, and the corrosive meaning emitted was so distorted that even the void was distorted.

The yin wind around him howled, and as soon as he approached the light palm, he was even more corroded and submerged.

The light palm held the general trend of heaven and earth, from top to bottom, and collapsed towards Ying Xuan, wanting to crush him fiercely.

The fierce color at the corner of Yin Wuya's mouth was exposed.

Feeling the yin wind around his body, he suddenly became a little tight, as if he was oppressed by the light palm, and even the air around him couldn't help but freeze a little, and Ying Xuan's body tensed for a while.

Holding the gray sword fetus with both hands, the Sun Heart Sutra in the hand, the Taiyin Heart Sutra in the hand, and the Shaoyin Heart Sutra in the hand fully erupted, and the body suddenly erupted like a volcanic eruption, bursting out with a roar and rumbling.

There seemed to be three angry dragons in the body, and when they kept roaring, the spiritual power in the dantian penetrated these three meridians, as if they had opened the treasure of the body.

Ying Xuan's hands surged with strength, as if what he was holding in his hands was not a black sword fetus, but a huge mountain, Ying Xuan had an illusion that with the strength of his body at this moment, he could pull out the giant mountain.

Rumble!

The soles of his feet slammed on the ground, and suddenly cracks spread like spider webs, and there were cracks in the surrounding places, which showed how strong Ying Xuan's stepping power was.

The body rose into the air, raising the wind and sand in the sky, the yin wind was whistling, the yellow sand was flying, Ying Xuan was in it, and his eyes bloomed with a shocking look.

Wielding a black sword fetus in his hand, it was like a black angry dragon, flying out of the yellow clouds.

Ying Xuan has never been an easy person, in the face of the light palm that collapsed from above, how could he sit and wait, at this time, with the power of his physical body, he rose into the air, and was on par with the light palm.

Holding the black sword fetus with both hands, the strength of the flesh exploded in full force, and it slashed towards the light palm force, this blow fused the spiritual power of the whole body, the majestic physical power.

The black sword fetus even spread out a zhang of sword light, condensed like substance, and instantly skyrocketed, booming and exploding, colliding violently with the light palm.

Forehead!

Ying Xuan only felt that his throat was sweet, a trace of blood poured up from his five internal organs to his throat, he gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood violently, the huge force exploded, and his body flew backwards violently, and when he landed, he even drew a ravine in the ground.

Yin Wuya was also uncomfortable at the moment, his originally fair face became a little pale, as if there was no blood, and his sleeve robe waved again and again, as if he was resisting the bursting airflow, and his body retreated.

In this confrontation, they were evenly matched, and they had a further understanding of the strength of both sides, and their faces showed a hint of ruthlessness.

After landing, Ying Xuan's movements did not stop, stepping on the ground, like a humanoid demon beast galloping vertically and horizontally, and the sound of dong dong was like a beating war drum, constantly beating in the heart of Yin Wuyan.

Ying Xuan didn't use the so-called sword trick swordsmanship, but used the black sword tire as a weapon for wheel smashing, and smashed it with his terrifying physical strength.

Every time he swung it, it was like a black lightning bolt, exploding in the void, and the roar was endless.

The more he confronted Ying Xuan's sword fetus, the stronger the desire in Yin Wuya's heart became, as if something important was missing, and this important thing was in the black sword fetus.

The remaining monks who followed Zhang Yang beside him were all stunned, looking dumbfounded, it was unimaginable that the monks of the Evolution Realm still had such an existence, and the battle momentum that erupted was comparable to that of a strong person.

They all couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva to hide the horror in their hearts, and when they looked at each other, they couldn't hide the shock in their pupils.

The footsteps moved slightly, as if they wanted to escape from this place, both of them had been offended, if they continued to stay here, no matter who won or lost, I am afraid that they would not be able to escape this place.

Even if you stay on the ancient battlefield, your life will come to an end at some point, but it is better than being killed by the strong now, the ominous has not come, there is always a glimmer of hope.

Having made up their minds in their hearts, several monks hurriedly fled in a panic, but it was ridiculous that they still wanted to besiege and kill Ying Xuan just now, and they also wanted to die with the disciples of the treacherous stream, I am afraid that it will be difficult to resist even a move from others.

The onlookers left, and the battle between the two was completely let go, without any scruples, and they were ruthless.

"Young man, you forced me!"

Yin Wuyan's voice at this moment revealed a color of vicissitudes, and a gray light flashed in his pupils, which had the meaning of time passing, which was the precipitation of years.

There was a terrifying aura on his body, some evil, some greedy, some cunning.

Feeling the breath of Yin Wuya at this moment, as well as the vicissitudes of life in his pupils, Ying Xuan's heart tightened, this breath was extremely familiar, and it was no different from the remnant spirit in the black sword fetus. (To be continued.) )