Seeing that there was no room for maneuver, Fan Wanqiu put away the smile on her face, and only said with a smile: "Then don't blame the poor Dao for not leaving any mercy." ”

After that, an illusory bell shadow suddenly appeared from outside Fan Wanqiu's body, and with this bell shadow, he hurriedly retreated two steps under his feet, and in a breath, he withdrew from the encirclement of Bai Minghong's hundreds of feathers.

Bai Minghong was not so disappointed, if he could easily keep this person like this before, it would really be a joke.

Therefore, before Fan Wanqiu could gain a firm foothold, Bai Minghong was already the imperial envoy's hundreds of blades shot away, and the feathers fell on the bell shadow, and for a while, the sound of gold and iron staggered resounded in the field.

Fan Wanqiu was not the one who had no means, he stepped heavily on his feet, and his body quickly rotated and flicked all the feather blades into the distance, and then took out a delicate folding fan from his sleeve, and after a few shakes of the fan, a pillar of sky-high fire gushed out from under Bai Minghong's feet.

As soon as this move came out, Fan Wanqiu only said that he could breathe a little, but he never thought that the surrounding feather blades not only did not stop, but at this moment, they were all smeared with a layer of green mang, and then they slashed down with their heads and faces.

"It's tough." Fan Wanqiu snorted coldly, and turned the folding fan in his hand with his fingers, and in this way, the Dao Fire Arrow roared out from the fan, and it was actually a stalemate with Bai Minghong's feather blade for a while.

And Bai Minghong's place, the monstrous flames finally dissipated, and his figure also emerged from the inside, but he saw that around his body, seventy-two feathers were swimming from end to end.

This method is Bai Minghong's superficial imitation of the "Youjia" supernatural power, although his cultivation is not enough to give that supernatural power, but this method can still do some protective things.

Seeing that Bai Minghong was unharmed, Fan Wanqiu's face was slightly condensed, and after bounced off the dozens of feathers, he actually relied on the protection of the bell and shadow, and hurriedly rushed towards Bai Minghong.

Knowing that he could not give up the advantage of long-distance combat, Bai Minghong took a few steps back, put a light body spell on his body, and then swirled around him along the ring.

Seeing that not only could he not get close, but would be consumed by Bai Minghong in vain, Fan Wanqiu immediately stopped, and pinched the fingers in his hand, but in a few breaths, he saw a magic circle painted with the shadow of a dragon emerging from in front of him.

Bai Minghong would not let him cast spells freely, and with a wave of his robe, the ten feathers of the imperial envoy joined in pairs and shot towards the magic circle in front of Fan Wanqiu.

Seeing the soaring power of Ling Yu flying in front of him, Fan Wanqiu sneered, but smoothly sent his own aura into the magic circle, and in an instant, the lines on the magic circle turned from virtual to real, and a red dragon with dark red eyes roared out from above.

There was a bang, and the Gu Hongyu with the "Ning Feng" supernatural power actually only left a few tiny cracks on the dragon scale armor.

Seeing this, Bai Minghong's eyes showed a solemn look, and he was about to temporarily avoid the edge, but he saw that the dragon had already come two feet away from the tail of the dragon, and immediately shot a few feathers and fled to the side.

Looking at the late autumn of Na Fan, his face was already a little pale at the moment, and it was obvious that it had taken a lot of money to perform this technique, but now he had no intention of warming and pranayama, and he was also running towards Bai Minghong with a heavy step.

In the middle of the escape, Bai Minghong summoned several feather blades to start, and when he pinched the fingers, he had already condensed a three-foot snow-white long sword with a feather, and then turned the sword into a few inches long and hidden in his sleeve.

This is another change of the "Ning Feng" magic power in the Shaoyang Sutra, called "casting spirit", anyone who practices this magic power and enters the hall can cast the feather into a magic weapon, and the grade of the magic weapon obtained is especially higher than the original, so at this moment the long sword in Bai Minghong's sleeve is already a mysterious weapon.

After half a pillar of incense, the dragon finally got rid of the entanglement of many feather blades, and the dragon's tail swung a few times to Bai Minghong's side, and the bloody mouth appeared hideously at this moment.

Seeing that Bai Minghong was about to die Jiaokou, he suddenly took a step to the side, and then saw an extremely bright sword light appear from his sleeve, but with a face, he actually cut the dragon in half from his mouth and tongue.

Between the sword light, the monks on the next few rings also felt a chill on their necks, and they all looked at Bai Minghong in horror, and on the rock wall, all the real people were also attracted by this, and they all looked down.

The middle-aged Taoist in a dark robe raised his eyebrows and said, "This son actually has a mysterious weapon in his hand? When did the mysteries become so ubiquitous? ”

An old man on the side put down the bamboo slip in his hand and said: "The roster is contained, this son is the list in the previous trial of entering the sect, and the method obtained is the "Shaoyang Sutra"."

"Is it actually the "Shaoyang Sutra"? That's no wonder. The Xuanpao Taoist suddenly said: "What is the origin of the person who is facing him, I look at the exercises he has practiced, and it should be the "Nine Dragons Burning Heaven Technique" in my door."

"That junior is a member of the Dongsang Fan clan, and he was ranked fourth when he entered the sect trial."

"Fan? That's interesting. Between the words, this Xuan-robed Taoist glanced at Zhu Xiduan, who was driving in the middle of the law, intentionally or unintentionally.

But looking at Bai Minghong's place, he had just killed the dragon, and was about to turn around to find Fan Wanqiu, but he felt a strong wind behind him, and he was about to carry the long sword behind him.

After the sound of Qiang Lang, Bai Minghong only felt that the hand holding the sword was numb for a while, and then he leaned over and rolled forward, and the palm of his other hand was a finger pinch, summoning dozens of blades to shoot behind him.

In a jingling sound, Bai Minghong turned around, but saw Fan Wanqiu holding a spear and flying away with all the dozens of blades.

"Do the famous families also do this sneak attack?"

Fan Wanqiu only said coldly: "When fighting, why do you need to follow those etiquettes." After saying that, he danced a spear and stabbed Bai Minghong quickly.

Bai Minghong didn't come to entangle with him, but just retreated back again and again, and when Fan Wanqiu's blow was exhausted, he was holding a sword and carrying dozens of feathers to meet him.

Seeing Bai Minghong bully forward, Fan Wanqiu did not dodge, only to see his right foot take a step forward and fall into a lunge, and then put the barrel of the gun close to his waist, so that his wrist twisted the tip of the gun.

With a bang, Bai Minghong pressed his left hand on the spine of the sword, and then slid down to the side of the handle of the gun after blocking Fan Wanqiu's attack.

Seeing Bai Minghong's flaws, Fan Wanqiu immediately stepped on it heavily, moved the hand holding the gun to the end of the handle, raised his wrist, and slashed the tip of the gun straight under Bai Minghong's body.

But at this moment, more than a dozen feathers hit the handle of the gun in order, and the tip of the spear that flashed cold light was a few inches away, and Bai Minghong also took the opportunity to stabilize his body in the air, and the tip of his toe fell on the handle of Fan Wanqiu's gun.

Fan Wanqiu's hand holding the gun was already extremely backward, and it was already very sour under the dozen heavy blows, and if he was hit by this blow again at this moment, it would be difficult to maintain it, and the spear was actually stepped off from his hand by Bai Minghong.

Suffering this great humiliation, Fan Wanqiu could not be calm, and after taking a few steps back, he said fiercely: "Okay, good, you can force me to this step, and now you are not wronged even if you are killed on the spot." ”

"Bluff!"

Bai Minghong didn't chase him, but just took the Gu Hong sword, and when he pinched the trick again and again, the imperial envoy raised one hundred and eight feather blades in the air and joined them in pairs, and then he went to Fan Wanqiu's place in one go.

Under this vast momentum, Fan Wanqiu did not do the slightest defensive momentum, he only closed his eyes there, and made a strange seal with his hands, as if he was preluding some spell.

Bai Minghong secretly felt that it was not good, and the magic trick in his hand changed again, condensing a delicate magic circle in his palm, and then raised his hand to hold the more than fifty feathers in the air, and in this way, a raging fire immediately ignited on the feathers.

This magic name is called "Spark Liaoyuan", it is one of the methods of the Tongmai Realm contained in the "Shaoyang Sutra", this method is a group of attack techniques, and then Bai Ming Hongfu is in the heart, and by chance it will be combined with the "Split Feather" supernatural power, which is what is now such a scene.

The spark feathers came in an instant, and under this attack, the bell shadow outside Fan Wanqiu's body only held on for a few breaths, and then it shattered in the raging flames.

When all those feathers fell, the place where Fan Wanqiu was standing was already in a cloud of smoke and dust, Bai Minghong raised his hand to recall Gu Hongyu, although he was quite confident in his own technique, but now he did not dare to relax for half a point.

This Fan Wanqiu is a famous family, and there is such a brother, if he does not have one or two means to press the bottom of the box, Bai Minghong will never believe it.

After a moment, the gravel in the field suddenly shook, and then a purple thunderbolt shot out from the smoke and dust.

Seeing this scene, Bai Minghong was surprised and muttered, "This is?" Isn't it,"

Before Bai Minghong could react, several bolts of lightning as thick as an arm had swept away the dust in the field, and then he saw Fan Wanqiu standing naked in a deep pit, and on his side, there were eight sharp blades floating up and down.

Seeing this, there was an uproar on the rock wall, and a bone-building monk sitting near Jiang Xuanze boldly stepped forward and asked, "Senior brother, is this son?" ”

Jiang Xuanze's eyes were full of brilliance, and he said in a low voice: "Yes, this Senior Brother Fan is the body of the Fire and Thunder Parents, and in time, he will be a pillar of my Yaoyang Sect." ”

Above the clouds, all the real people were talking about it, but Zhu Xiduan was muttering to himself there: "The body of fire and thunder, the two sons of the Fan family are all talented people, pity, pity, why did you Fan touch the things that should not be touched." ”

On the ring, the fire and thunder burst out, and they performed an apocalyptic scene, and after another separation, both of them on the stage stopped their spells.

Looking at Bai Minghong, who was fighting with high spirits on the other side, the hatred in Fan Wanqiu's eyes had receded, and he just said loudly: "Bai Minghong, this battle has come to this point, even if you are from a loose cultivation background, I can't help but have a little admiration for you." ”

Bai Minghong frowned slightly, and said lightly: "You and I were born in heaven and earth, and we are the same, so why should we be so obsessed with that sect's view." ”

"The reason why the Wang clan is a wang clan is because our ancestors have risen up from generation to generation, although I don't think you are a pariah, but I know that the strong are respected." Fan Wanqiu's eyes burned, and she said: "It's inappropriate to say these things now, you and I will decide the victory with one blow, I don't want to be taken advantage of by Xiaoxiao after exhausting my mana." ”

"That's exactly what I mean."

After that, the two of them each set up a corner of the ring, and their aura was turbulent, showing that they had used their own hole cards.

Bai Minghong conjured up the Lone Hung sword again, closed his eyes, and stood the sword in front of him with both hands on the handle, and then saw that all the remaining feather blades in the air were turned into streamers, and after circling in the sky for a week, they were thrown into the sword body.

This technique is one of the attacking powers contained in the "Shaoyang Sutra", called "Bifan Far Shadow", which is a method of containing the sword, with the magic weapon obtained by "casting the spirit" as the load, the longer the accumulation, the more feather blades are accepted, the more powerful it is.

Looking at Fan Wanqiu's place again, the eight sharp blades were already rotating rapidly in a circle at this time, and as they rotated, the thunder light escaped, and after falling to the ground, all the gravel was blasted into powder.

As the momentum of these two people gradually rose, the competition in the ring around them also stopped, showing that everyone wanted to know the result of this battle, the only difference was that Huang Muqing was guarding the ring, and the spells on it were roaring, showing that the battle situation was anxious.

A moment later, Bai Minghong and Fan Wanqiu opened their eyes together, and the two of them sensed the terrifying fluctuations of each other's spells, and their faces were solemn.

"This skill, known as Bifan Yuanying, please advise."

"This technique, called Purple Pole Spiral Thunder, please teach me."

After that, Bai Minghong stepped forward, and slashed the long sword in his hand with all his might, and the cyan sword shot out in the air, but it was just like a cyan sail sweeping the earth, where it passed, the ring cracked inch by inch, the gravel flew sideways, and then all of them were turned into powder.

"Good time!"

Fan Wanqiu shouted, pointed a little, the hair bun that had already spread out moved in the wind, and the rapidly rotating blade in front of him was roaring out like a wild horse on the loose, and the lightning flashed, dyeing Lang Lang and all the people purple.

Bifan and Zidian collided in the middle of the ring, and a blazing wind and waves swept the entire Dabi land in an instant, and everyone in the rest of the ring was busy stabilizing their bodies, and even more unbearable people had erected barriers.

The roar started, and everyone only felt a shaking under their feet, and then they saw a purple cloud rising into the sky, and after a few breaths, they saw a dim green mang cut the purple cloud in half from the middle, and then let it have a few breaths before it dispersed in the heaven and earth.

The smoke and dust dissipated, the huge ring has been divided into two, Fan Wanqiu's face is pale and standing on one side, and in the other place, a burst of golden light fades, Bai Minghong's figure also emerges from the inside, looking at its appearance, it is actually not stained with fine dust, and the sleeves move with the wind between the indescribable poetic freehand.

Seeing this, Fan Wanqiu laughed miserably, and was about to clench her fists to admit defeat, but saw Bai Minghong raise his palm and say, "Fan Daoyou, slow down." ”

Fan Wanqiu was wondering to herself, but when she saw that Bai Minghong had never looked at her own place, she followed his gaze, but saw that in that ring, a black monk was extremely ruthless, and his opponent was Huang Muqing, but looking at his demeanor, it seemed that his mana was exhausted.

After a while, Huang Muqing was finally knocked down from the ring by that person, Fan Wanqiu felt something, so he looked at Bai Minghong, and saw that his face was pale, and he was extremely angry.

"Fan Daoyou, can you discuss?"

Hearing Bai Minghong's angry question, Fan Wanqiu sighed abruptly, and said, "Bai Daoyou is at your own convenience." ”

Hearing this, Bai Minghong turned his eyes to look at the disciple of the Ring Hall who was recording the battle situation on the side, and said, "This fellow Daoist, poor Dao admits defeat. ”