Li Wuyi gently shook a smoke-like fan in his hand, which formed a strong contrast with his appearance and snow-white clothes, staring at Xie Xingtian and Madame Butterfly with a smile. （ . ）

"Xie Xingtian, you are a lot older, and you still want the old cow to gnaw on the tender grass. Ha ha. ”

As he spoke, I felt humorous and laughed at the sky.

Xie Xingtian didn't say anything, just looked at Li Wuyi with the eyes of a clown.

"Holy Maiden of the Morning Mirror, Xie Xingtian will hand it over to this messenger."

The laughter of Li Wuyi stopped abruptly, and he became angry, and the smoke fan in his hand was sacrificed, and the ink on the fan flowed in a strange way, and a sharp and extremely sharp "Jiji" laughter came out of the fan, and countless drops of ink flew out, condensing in mid-air into a faceless smoke with one hand holding a scythe of the Western Regions that was a long length of a foot, and covered with scales like fish scales.

"Kill him!"

As Li Wuji pointed at Xie Xingtian, the faceless smoke let out another sharp laugh like being pricked by a needle, brandishing the Western Regions scythe and slashing at Xie Xingtian.

Xie Xingtian had learned the power of the smoke fan in his early years, unless he destroyed the smoke fan in Li Wuyi's hand, otherwise this faceless smoke would never be killed, and if it was cut into several pieces, it would be transformed into a few faceless smoke fans.

A hundred years have passed, Li Wujiao's cultivation realm has increased a lot, and this faceless smoke has become more powerful, Xie Xingtian did not dare to take it lightly, and used the attack of the dragon and the rude faceless smoke to kill Li Wujiao.

"Boy, let this prince play with you."

Duanmu Xingyu found Dongfang Yingyang, and was very interested in the Lei Gang Zhen God Demon Skill that Dongfang Yingyang had performed just now, and wanted to try to see how long Dongfang Yingyang could support under his Amethyst Xuanlei Tower.

Dongfang Yingyang just stared at Duanmu Xingyu with cold eyes, to be still.

"Lady of the Morning Mirror, what about you?"

Duanmu Lingyun clasped his hands around his chest and looked at Gu Beihan and Madame Butterfly playfully.

"I really want to see if the cultivation realm of the immortal goddess doctor is as superb as her medical skills."

Chenjing's right hand pointed at Gu Beihan, and out of thin air, an extra snake spear appeared, and with a slight wave, the snake shadow in the sky turned into a snake shadow and bit Gu Beihan.

Gu Beihan's white clothes fluttered, and he sacrificed the blue pearl exquisite sword, and also conjured up countless ice thorns, which were inseparable from the morning mirror.

"Madame Butterfly, it is said that your Thousand Blades Butterfly Qin is extremely powerful, let this prince come and understand it now."

Duanmu Lingyun's whole body soared, and the ten fingers of his hands turned into ten Xuanyin snake chains and wrapped around Madame Butterfly.

"The sixth prince wants his subordinates to be merciful."

Madame Butterfly laughed coquettishly, and a spin flashed the Xuanyin snake chain of Duanmu Lingyun, sat down cross-legged, raised her jade hand, and showed a guqin, which was casually brushed on the strings, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

As soon as the beautiful string music sounded, butterflies appeared from the void within ten zhang of Madame Butterfly's surroundings, more beautiful and huge than any kind of butterfly, but with long fangs, there was an indescribable weirdness, and the moths flew towards Duanmu Lingyun like a fire.

Qing Ying was seriously injured, and she held her son again, unable to help anyone, so she could only hold her son tightly in her arms, reluctantly opened the shield of the acacia flower, and protected herself and her son in it, and her eyes moved from the fierce fight to the highest python temple from time to time, full of infinite worry.

"Mother, why did Aunt Chenjing and Fifth Uncle fight with Brother Yingyang and Sister Beihan?"

Duanmu Beichen looked at the crowd on the field with wide eyes, and his little face was full of doubts. Although he is young, after all, he was born in the Yanwang Mansion, and he is no stranger to fight scenes.

"The fifth uncle injured his mother, and now he is bullying Brother Yingyang and Sister Beihan with Aunt Morning Mirror, they are all bad people."

Qingying didn't know how to answer her son's question, and her son suddenly exhaled, which made her heart throb again, so she could only bury her son's head tightly in her arms and prevent him from watching the fierce fight in the field.

Dongfang Yingyang has been paying attention to the situation on Qingying's mother and son's side, and seeing that the mother and son are not in danger for the time being, they finally put all their attention on Duanmu Xingyu's body.

Duanmu Xingyu's cultivation realm is slightly better than his real strength, and he has the best spirit soldier Amethyst Xuanlei Tower, he doesn't have the slightest chance of winning at all, and now if he wants to retreat wholeheartedly, there must be no one in the field who can intercept him, but there are so many people here who are more important to him than his own life, he doesn't even have the idea of escaping, so naturally he won't leave them behind and steal his life.

Since there is no other choice, it is necessary to give it your all.

Dongfang Yingyang's body that had not moved all this time suddenly disappeared out of thin air under Duanmu Xingyu's eyelids, and when Duanmu Xingyu was surprised, countless thousand-spoke fire swastikas and thousand-spoke fire swastikas had already forced within three zhang of his side.

"It's so fast, it's fun."

The contempt in Duanmu Xingyu's eyes disappeared, and it was replaced by a blazing light, and the Amethyst Xuanlei Pagoda was sacrificed, and thousands of purple lightning thunderbolts bombarded down, shattering the thousand-spoke fire swastikas and thousand-spoke fire swastikas that killed in front of him one by one.

"Not good!"

Duanmu Xingyu was alert to danger, so he reacted instinctively in his mind, and he didn't have time to worry about his identity and status, so he rolled on the spot.

As soon as Duanmu Xingyu rolled away, a violent and unrivaled thunder blade slammed into the place where he had just stood, knocking the ground out of a sinkhole.

Duanmu Xingyu rolled and dodged, broke out in a cold sweat, narrowly dodged the fatal blow, his eyes fell on the amethyst python cloak on his body, and a shocking crack pierced his eyes.

The defensive ability of the amethyst python cloak is comparable to that of a medium-grade spirit soldier, and now a crack has been left, if he hadn't noticed it in time, he was afraid that the crack would not only have remained on the amethyst python cloak, but on his back, and half of his life would have been gone.

Dongfang Yingyang stood on the edge of the sinkhole, feeling pity. He originally wanted to take advantage of Duanmu Xingyu's underestimation of the enemy, and use teleportation to give him a fierce blow, even if it didn't cost his life, he would have to pay a heavy price, but it fell short.

"Boy, this prince really underestimated you. If you don't take the opportunity to escape, you don't have a chance now. I, to, you, God, form, form, all, perish, eternal, world, no, get, super, life! ”

Duanmu Xingyu was so angry that his handsome facial features were distorted, and his entire body was full of purple thunder light the thickness of his fingers, and his power was indescribably terrifying, and he once again sacrificed the Amethyst Xuanlei Tower.

For a while, everywhere Dongfang Yingyang's eyes could be seen, the sky was full of purple lightning and thunder, making him feel as if he had returned to the North Cliff Valley.

Among the various techniques, the most powerful is none other than the Lei Gang method. Now, the thousands of purple lightning and thunder light attracted by the Amethyst Xuanlei Pagoda formed several brilliant thundercloud lightning columns, which violently impacted Dongfang Yingyang's body, slamming him into the depths of the earth.

"Tianyao!"

Xie Xingtian and Gu Beihan were horrified, and wanted to save Dongfang Yingyang, but they let the other party get entangled and couldn't get out at all.

"You'd better ask for more blessings."

Li Wuyi and Morning Mirror, as well as Duanmu Lingyun, laughed wildly.

Dongfang Yingyang was hit head-on by this thundercloud lightning pillar that was flying straight into the sky, and everyone present thought that he would definitely die.

However, it was unbelievable that as the thunder and lightning in the sky retreated, Dongfang Yingyang dragged his injured body up step by step from the depths of the ground, spurting blood from his mouth and nose, and stood in front of everyone staggeringly.

"Impossible!"

Duanmu Xingyu took a few steps back in horror, and with the cultivation of the advanced realm of the Dongfang Ying Yang Foundation Stage, he was hit with all his strength by the Amethyst Xuanlei Tower, a superb spiritual soldier of the mid-stage realm of the Jindan Stage, not only did he not lose his god form, but he was also able to stand in front of him alive.

"Impossible!"

Duanmu Xingyu seemed to confirm that what he saw was just an illusion, and let out an earth-shattering scream again, his eyes full of unbelievable madness.

He didn't know that Dongfang Yingyang's ** defense ability was comparable to that of a low-grade spirit soldier, and there was an ancient god cloak, a superb divine weapon bodyguard, which resolved the attack of the Amethyst Xuanlei Tower, and only less than three-tenths of the power hit Dongfang Yingyang.

However, even this less than three-tenths of the power still caused serious injuries to Dongfang Yingyang, and it is conceivable that the Amethyst Xuanlei Tower, the best spirit soldier, is not in vain.

The opponent chosen by Duanmu Xingyu happened to be Dongfang Yingyang, the demon among the immortal cultivators, if he chose any of the three Xie Xingtian, Gu Beihan and Madame Butterfly, no matter how unexpected the result was, he would not be as powerful as Dongfang Yingyang, which would make it difficult for him to accept.

When Xie Xingtian and Gu Beihan saw that Dongfang Yingyang was in a catastrophe, their hearts finally let go, but when they saw him covered in blood, they were so heartbroken that they wished they could bear that pain for Dongfang Yingyang.

"Die! Die! ”

Duanmu Xingyu was almost on the verge of madness, and the Amethyst Xuanlei Tower once again blasted towards Dongfang Yingyang, who was covered in bruises.

It's just that he pushed the Amethyst Xuanlei Tower several times in a row, and the previous blow used up half of his magic yuan power, and now there is not much magic yuan power left in his body, and the power of the purple lightning thunder light that he triggered is not as good as before, but the result is even more unacceptable to him.

Under this blow, Dongfang Yingyang was not only not destroyed by the thunder light that was wantonly attacking in his body, but instead made him regain his normality in an instant, and the whole person burst out with a domineering and incomparable momentum, and the surrounding air was so violent and violent that it burst into a terrible roar.

"Duanmu Xingyu, you often use the Amethyst Xuanlei Tower to defend against the enemy, so that the enemy has tasted the taste of being bombarded by the thunder blade and bruised all over the body, I am afraid that I rarely try the taste of the thunder blade, and now Uncle Ben will let you try it well."

Dongfang Yingyang's thousand-spoke fire swastika and thousand-spoke water swastika in his hands merged into one, and the thunder on the palm of his right hand was raging, and the thunder in one palm rotated the supreme treasure of Buddhism, and the tyrannical light pierced people who couldn't open their eyes.

Duanmu Xingyu was a master of thunder, and it was easier than the people present to feel the terrifying power of the palm thunder in Dongfang Yingyang's hand, and he was so frightened that his soul flew out of the sky, and he turned around and fled.

"Kamui Blade!"

Dongfang Yingyang's body moved, and in a few breaths, he caught up with Duanmu Xingyu, and the palm thunder in his hand pressed his back.

"Ahh

Duanmu Xingyu let out a scream to stop Xingyun, the amethyst python cloak on his body shattered into chips, and his whole person was also blasted out of Python God Island by the Oriental Eagle, and fell to the Python God River below, life and death unknown.

After Dongfang Yingyang cast the Divine Power Blade, the True Yuan Power in his body was almost completely consumed, and the whole person could no longer support it, and he fell down with a bang.