Purple thunderclouds, intertwined and covering the sky and the earth, just like a dense purple clouds, the end of the beautiful end. Come on,.!

Is it real? Is it illusory?

In the eyes of ordinary people, this scene is extremely beautiful. However, in the eyes of the monks, this is by no means beautiful, but a terrifying sword spirit that contains great danger.

The aura was gushing, as if it was going to gather all the aura of this side of the world.

I am a god in the realm, and I can't be afraid of a true realm, even if it is a true realm that has condensed the sword spirit. Feng Yiting thinks so and practices it this way.

A condensed spirit of the Divine Illumination Realm, if you are even afraid of a condensed spirit of the true realm, it will be a big joke in the world.

Feng Yiting's self-confidence melted quickly like ice and snow under the scorching sun, almost lost her soul: "Is it really him? Is it really him?" But the breath is clearly wrong, not like the breath of the same person!"

She suspected that Tan Weiran was the one who left the sword spirit on Tianfeng, but once she fought, she found that her breath was not right. But the swordsmanship and even the sword spirit are basically the same, and there is no reason why they are not the same person.

The breath is not right, because Tan Weiran performed the newly learned "Water Ripple Breath Twisting Technique", which twisted his personal breath.

Looking at Tan Weiran, he is definitely not a tall figure, but at this moment, it makes people feel tall and majestic. Standing faintly and faintly, only the wind broke out, blowing the clothes, and it seemed to be fluttering, as if it was about to fly in the wind.

A fluttering sword made the mountains and rivers shake and the wind and clouds changed.

Represents the most noble purple. Covering the sky, the dark night is dyed with a mysterious and luxurious atmosphere.

It's forty percent...... Sword!

The magnificent purple thunder seems to be overwhelming, and it is followed by a sword that talks about the future. Triggered a nine-day thunderbolt, which split into the night sky, and the kind of earth-shattering mania shocked everyone in the night.

What a terrible swordsmanship!

Feng Yiting's beautiful face. The dense sweat gushed out, and he couldn't hold back the fear that rushed out of his heart, maybe it was fear! That purple thunder sword qi that landed vertically!

What to do? How to resist?

A trace of fear broke out of the cocoon in my heart, and I talked about it indifferently. With the age of talking about Weiran, he magnified wildly. If it weren't for the fighting spirit of being a martial artist, she couldn't help but pull out her legs and run away.

Feng Yiting gritted her teeth, her breath exploded, and the earth trembled. There was a crazy color flowing in his eyes, and the real air was swirling, instilled in the double blades, and the most bleak scene was swayed in an instant!

Boundless Fallen Leaves!

The sword spirit was released, and the aura swept in, forming a ubiquitous scattered fallen leaves. It's like a tornado swept by a hurricane. Carrying the fallen leaves in the sky, there was a violent explosion and rushed into the sky.

Twenty into a sword!

When the sword spirit and the sword spirit collided together, the purple thunder that could be called a radiant thunder was extremely domineering and crushed, impacting down. The most brilliant scene was presented in mid-air.

Boom! Wisps of land are scattered all over the land, and the flowers and trees on this land are all turned into powder.

Feng Yiting Xiaguang released it frantically, and actually blocked this terrifying sword. She, a dignified powerhouse in the Divine Illumination Realm, was actually full of ecstasy for the rest of her life after the catastrophe for a moment, and laughed sharply: "Hahaha, your forty percent sword spirit." It turned out to be just ......."

In an ecstatic mood, Feng Yiting didn't have time to experience it carefully, and she was already stunned to see that the same magnificent purple sword qi!

A sword that swept through thousands of armies! The incomparably thick purple thunder swept almost everything, destroying everything domineeringly.

The wind blows vigorously, and Tan Weiran stands in the wind, the more leisurely he looks: "Who said that the previous moment is all?"

The true meaning of the Nine Tribulations of the Nine Tribulations Thunder Sound Sword is not here between the implicit but not the revealed, the hidden but not revealed.

If there was only one Purple Thunder Sword Qi, it would be considered a Nine Tribulations. If I can only control one sword qi, then how can I condense the fifty percent sword spirit.

This is the true meaning of the sword spirit that I will only comprehend in the battle with the wind and snow, and I will practice it on you.

To say, Feng Yiting is really unlucky. If it was before the battle with the wind blowing the snow, before Tan Weiran did not comprehend the meaning of the Nine Tribulations, it was most likely to be directly crushed by a rampant and domineering sword, but it was not like now that there was a trace of subtle changes.

It's horrible!

Purple, purple, all purple. Feng Yiting has never hated a color so much in her life, and today, she will definitely leave an indelible impression on this purple.

That's right, the one who is fighting with the wind and snow to the Heavenly Peak must be this person.

Forty into the sword, for what is this person, for what is so young. The most important thing is that why will he become the enemy of the Luoxia Sect.

Feng Yiting has never seen Tan Weiran's true face, but she can guess that "Xu Weiran" must be under the age of thirty.

Among the young martial artists in this martial arts competition, so far, more than a dozen condensed spirits have been discovered, and this group of people is already the top in the three hundred generations of the Lu realm. And none of these people have ever shown forty percent spirit.

The "Xu Weiran" in front of him is the first, in a sense, he is the most top-notch one among the top young warriors.

Feng Yiting finally felt naked fear for a moment, and her body trembled involuntarily.

What about 10 years from now? 100 years from now? Or even if it's a thousand years from now?

The purple thunder roared over, and Feng Yiting's golden body was released, and it was crushed and shattered by the overwhelming bamboo. Then, a purple air mass burst out from behind him, and he was pitch black and smearing.

Purple burst out from his body, Feng Yiting's painful flower face distorted, roaring and spurting blood, I don't know if it was because of fear, I almost didn't want to grab Yang Tianqi, dragged the seriously injured body, quickly catalyzed the essence blood, and fled into a flying rainbow!

For the sake of a Yang Tianqi, is it worth it to be the enemy of this person who can be called the top in the three hundred worlds?

Feng Yiting had no time to think about it, she only had one thought left. Escape!

When Feng Yiting turned into a rainbow and fled, she looked back. Seeing that the conversation was indifferent, there was no intention of catching up. At this time, instead of feeling joy, her heart sank!

Yang Tianqi, whose face was already pale, seemed to be even paler, and squeezed out an emotionless indifferent voice from his teeth: "He is not really angry." ”

Yes, with the mid-term cultivation of the true as a catalyst for the spirit of the forty percent. Probably only one or two moves. Therefore, it is said that the strong person who condenses the spirit is no matter what he cultivates. At least they have the strength to have a move with the gods.

Feng Yiting's face was pale, and she found that she seemed to have missed an excellent opportunity to talk about it.

Is it really an opportunity?

Tan Weiran remained motionless, slowly retracting his sword and returning it to its sheath. A hint of regret. He really didn't expect that his strength and future would actually scare this god-light powerhouse, and he even turned a blind eye to such a big flaw he revealed.

A silver-white light suddenly split from the night sky, and mercury rushed in, causing the entire sky to be completely occupied by the freezing cold air.

Snow and ice return at night!

Feng Yiting howled violently, sending Yang Tianqi away, falling vertically like a meteor.

The silver frost qi was vast and floating, and the wind and snow were blowing, shaking his head to see the direction of Yang Tianqi's disappearance, and said, "It's a pity." Only one was stopped. ”

Tan Weiran patted him and said, "It's okay, the damn can't live." ”

His true anger is gone, such a big flaw and opportunity, this Feng Yiting actually escaped. This can only be said that Yang Tianqi was too lucky, and escaped by mistake.

Facing Tan Weiran's expectant gaze. The wind blows the snow and shakes his head in silence. They didn't forget that this trip was to rescue Rui'er, and when Tan Weiran was in the fierce battle, the wind and snow were secretly searching this place, trying to find Rui'er.

Results...... The wind blows the snow and says with difficulty: "There is no trace of your sister, not at all." ”

Rui'er ...... Is it really gone? Rui'er is gone? It's gone?

The thought was rolling around in my mind and exploding. As if his body and mind had been hit hard, Tan Weiran had a handsome face, and suddenly opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of blood. Suddenly looking back, his eyes stared at Feng Yiting, and his eyes were full of blood.

"Xu Weiran" and the wind blowing the snow, are they actually in the same group?

Feng Yiting's eyes were glazed. I'm going crazy. These two people are the two most outstanding in this martial arts conference, and these two people are actually in a group?

No wonder "Xu Weiran" is not afraid of draining his true anger, no wonder he didn't chase after him at all, and he didn't express his fear of escaping.

It turned out that there was also a wind blowing snow that condensed the sword spirit of Sancheng. If it weren't for the battle to Tianfeng, no one would even know that the wind blowing the snow was carrying a three-percent sword spirit.

However, with the arrogant nature of the wind blowing the snow, and the battle to Tianfeng, why can he be in the same group as "Xu Weiran"?

It must be known that Wind and Snow have fought several times before, and he has never revealed the intention of making friends, nor has he looked down on Zheng Chongnan and others. Otherwise, most of the various factions will take action in private, such as encircling one or two.

The wind blows the snow very strongly, and "Xu Weiran" is stronger. In the past, there were many people who were still invincible, but at this time, with the two joining forces, Feng Yiting felt desperate and couldn't find the slightest hope.

Feng Yiting had too many things to figure out, at this moment, the only thing she could do was vomit blood, prostrate on the ground, pretend to be seriously injured, and occasionally convuls. When she noticed that Tan Weiran was approaching the wind and snow, the crazy twin blades that looked like a mad woman unleashed a fatal blow!

Twenty into a sword, once again condensed and burst out.

Relying on the essence blood to heal the injury in the shortest time, although she was injured by the wind and snow, she was still extremely powerful, but she found that the move that she was determined to achieve suddenly slowed down and even solidified.

Feng Yiting's beautiful and moving face was full of resentment and hatred, and at this time, a stunned shock appeared, mixed into a distorted and unique face, slowly solidifying.

This is...... Feng Yiting was shocked to find that the space was locked, and the air no longer flowed, as if it had been frozen by a mysterious force.

It's not a sword, it's not a secret art, it's a purple mansion.

Feng Yiting almost went crazy. What a strong enemy Yang Tianqi has laid for the Luoxia Sect tree!

Tan Weiran was surprised, tilted his head and said in surprise: "You...... Yang Tianqi didn't tell you, I will have Purple Mansion Divine Power?"

What, Yang Tianqi knew that Feng Yiting's thoughts were sluggish.

From Feng Yiting's eyes, Tan Weiran noticed the truth and shook his head: "I suddenly don't believe that Yang Tianqi is a member of your Luoxia Sect." For what...... I always feel that he has a grudge against you?"

Wind blowing snow, this guy who is as cold as frost, can't help but laugh.

Feng Yiting was almost so angry that she vomited blood, if she could move, and Yang Tianqi was by her side, she would definitely give Yang Tianqi a profound lesson mercilessly. (To be continued)

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