The whole person stood lightly in the air, her hands spread out, like a devout believer, her eyes were slightly closed, and the purple-gold axe turned faster and faster in her hand.

Yan Yurao looked at Xilou Yue solemnly, the left cheek that was covered under the mask began to evaporate purple-black poisonous gas again, and when she used her spiritual energy with all her might, she would flawlessly suppress the rainbow vine poison. Fortunately, there is a ban under the cloth of Gu Qingquan to prevent the spread of toxins.

The whole person emitted a hazy pale golden light, this was the first time that Yan Yurao felt the unimpeded rush of aura in the meridians after the cultivation realm was promoted. If it was the Juanjuan stream that flowed in the meridians before last night, then it was a raging current at this time.

The hands were slowly raised to the chest in a strange posture, and the eyes of the people in the audience were picky, to deal with such a difficult opponent, Yan Yurao just used the starting style of the Eight Heavenly Dragons.

It's not even the first move, it's just a starting move. The pale golden gloved's hands took on two different shapes and slowly pushed them out. From a distance, the shape of the hands resembled a wyvern about to raise its head.

When Yan Yurao's momentum had not yet accumulated to the peak, Xilou Yue opened her eyes suddenly, and slapped her hands on the purple gold axe a few times with great speed.

I saw countless purple-gold axes flying out from between Xilou Yue's hands, like a purple-gold tornado swept away, silently.

Looking at Xilouyue's hands again, the purple-gold axe has always hovered somewhere, an indescribable ghost and demon.

The moment the purple-gold tornado swept out, a roar suddenly came from the air. Yan Yurao's palm slapped out for so long, but only at this time did a sound come out. The momentum of the whole person also soared to the peak after this explosion.

The incomparably domineering aura suddenly crushed the ring, like an old carriage that had not been put into use for a long time, after countless winds and rains, it slowly went on the road, making a dull and low mocking sound. The sound touched everyone's hearts, and everyone's eyes sank, and they summoned all the strength of their bodies to resist this coercion.

"It's just a starting move, but it's pressed all the cultivation, how to carry out the next moves?" Huang Fushan looked at Yan Yurao and smacked her lips, "Does anyone use all their strength when they make a starting move?" This Huaxia princess doesn't play cards according to the routine. ”

Mu Keqing raised her eyes carelessly, the corners of her mouth were lightly hooked and she didn't speak, her eyes were full of unfathomable gaze. This look was completely inconsistent with her age, and her deep expression fell into the eyes of Xiao Wuji who was standing in the corner, and her eyelids jumped suddenly, Xiao Wuji suddenly felt that this girl, who looked gentle and gentle, exuded an indescribable danger factor all over her body.

Feeling the gaze falling on his body, Mu Keqing's expression did not change, and he still looked at the ring casually, and a ray of scarlet light, which was invisible to the naked eye, had quietly drifted into the air.

A pair of pale golden hands are like a tide in the waves, looming in the purple-gold tornado. However, that fierce and domineering spirit is still rising. The tornado also rolled more and more fiercely without showing weakness, and faintly seemed to use Yan Yurao's momentum to maximize its own power.

Xilou Yue stood in mid-air, and even the blinking movements seemed so indifferent. With both hands together, the rapidly rotating purple gold axe was instantly held in his palm, and floated towards Yan Yurao lightly.

"It's over!" a person in the audience suddenly turned his head, his face full of unbearable expressions.

"Yesterday, that Longxiao Valley disciple was also severely injured after being entangled by Xilou Yue's tricks. ”

"This delicate Chinese princess, ......"

Everyone looked at Xilouyue, who flew towards Yan Yurao, and their tones were full of sighs.

Jiang Yudie, who was sitting in front of the main hall, unconsciously sat up straight, with a majestic aura surrounding her body, ready to strike at any time, Long Xiaogu couldn't accept being hit hard for the third time.

The Evil Emperor just looked at Xilou Yue with interest, his eyes constantly changing, as if he had thought of something.

"Well, it's going to end. Listening to everyone's discussions, Gu Qingquan also nodded and said. Huang Fu Xuan glanced at Gu Qingquan's unworried expression, and his slightly raised heart returned to the same place, inexplicably.

In the blink of an eye, Xilouyue had already come to the purple-gold tornado, and easily melted into it, and the axe in his hand had been slowly raised.

At this moment, a pale golden circular light shield suddenly struggled out of the purple-gold tornado, and the aura swirled, reflecting the expressions of everyone in the audience.

The unprecedented domineering aura rushed towards her, and the overlapping palm prints were connected into a pale golden bubble, Yan Yurao stood in it, still maintaining a hands-on posture, quietly looking at Xilouyue.

What is unimaginable to everyone is that Yan Yurao's momentum is still climbing rapidly, and there is no upper limit.

Xi Louyue's eyes froze, her own offensive had already formed, and she had to send it. The aura burst out of his body suddenly, and his hands slashed twice with great speed. Before everyone could see clearly, they saw the dark purple figure float forward along with a purple-gold aura cross.

It could be clearly seen that a little purple-gold light centered on Xilou Yue, quickly diffused into a circle of light, and a fierce killing intent poured out. Everyone in the audience slammed into a shock, and the hairs on their bodies stood up.

But what makes everyone even more unimaginable is that this shadow-like Xilouyue, who is at a loss, was directly slapped into the ring by a big hand that suddenly appeared golden at the moment of shooting!

The pale golden palm print hung in the air and shook twice, and slowly dissipated as Xilou Yue flew out upside down. But it has been branded in everyone's hearts for a long time, and it is difficult to dissipate.

"As a killer, she's top-notch. But when she faced a face-to-face battle with someone whose cultivation level was higher than hers, her advantage was reduced. Gu Qingquan stroked the hair in front of his forehead and said.

"But her body is ......" Huang Fuxuan raised his eyebrows, and something seemed to float through his head, but he didn't catch it.

"It is impossible for any exercise to be completely free of flaws. Gu Qingquan turned his head to look at Huangfu Xuan, "It's like a hidden dragon change, the caster can't move during the build-up period; ”

"So, when you cast the Shadow Wind Technique, you can't invoke the aura to perform other exercises?" Huang Fuxuan listened and suddenly realized.

So Yan Yurao mobilized her momentum to the peak as soon as she came up, just to give her a thunderous blow at the moment when Xilouyue mobilized her aura. It's not hard to deal with her, and it's not easy to say. Not everyone can always improve their momentum like Yan Yurao. Gu Qingquan smiled lightly, and added in his heart, not everyone can grasp the frequency of air oscillation and see the weakness of the Shadow Wind Jue.

Maybe those who are in the sound can see some clues, but in the face of the weak water thousand blows, they all look bleak.

Yan Yurao, who slowly fell back to the stage, stumbled a little, and her face suddenly turned red and coughed up a few wisps of blood, which shows that it is not easy to continue to improve her momentum.

Looking at Gu Qingquan across the crowd, Yan Yurao's face ripped out a slightly complicated smile.