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Feng Feiyan snorted coldly, made a decision immediately, and gave up continuing to use the Spirit Snake Attack. With a flick of the wrist, the weaving thunder silk suddenly spun and scattered, turning into a streamer again. Thunder Gang passed in from her hand and followed the lightning rune all the way forward.

"Beaulieu Entangled!"

Feng Feiyan turned around, the lilac dress flew over, and the thunder silk was like a dragon dancing, circling around, and suddenly flew out towards Zhang Zunyin, and the thunder light spread on it, entangling the sword intent around Zhang Zunyin.

"Close!"

The right hand pulled back, and the weaving thunder silk suddenly tightened, wrapping and squeezing inward.

"Zi~Zi~Zi~"

The sword intent rubbed against the weaving thunder silk, making a piercing sound.

Zhang Zunyin's head, feet, and body were all sealed with woven thunder silk, and there was no gap.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but there was no panic in his eyes. The sword intent rolled all over his body, and he pinched out a sword mark casually.

"Sword Swing!"

The cyan robe suddenly swelled, and the eight cyan sword gangs suddenly appeared, and the sword intent on them was swirling, and with the momentum of sweeping everything, they rushed in all directions.

The cyan sword struck the Weaving Thunder Silk, instantly poking out eight sharp corners, and continued to advance in eight directions.

"Boom!"

The weaving thunder silk suddenly broke open, was washed away at once, and re-turned into streamers and scattered in all directions.

The Eight Cyan Sword Gang only paused slightly, then rushed out again, flying out in all directions.

One of the sword gangs was facing the direction of Feng Feiyan.

The cyan sword gang traveled all the way, although it did not have the amazing momentum at the beginning, but if it was hit. It is bound to hurt too.

Feng Feiyan waved her hand, which was a trick "curtain rolling west wind".

The weaving thunder silk unfolded with a "bang" and flew away. Turned into a soft curtain and greeted the flying cyan sword.

As soon as the two sides touched, the weaving thunder silk fluttered backwards, and the impact of the sword gang was easily removed.

The blue thunder runes on the weaving thunder silk flowed, and the Dao Dao Thunder Gang spread out, wrapped in the sword gang and sent out, and the cyan sword gang was bounced away with a "whoosh". I don't know where I went.

"Zhang Zunyin, that's all you need?"

Concubine Feng's eyebrows were tightly locked, and her eyes looked at Zhang Zunyin fiercely.

Zhang Zunyin is the old king of the heavenly ranks. It has been decades since he advanced to the middle level of the Heavenly Rank, and compared with the newly promoted middle level of the Heavenly Rank like Feng Feiyan, both his skills and means are much stronger. If she hadn't relied on the weaving thunder silk in her hand, she would have sealed Zhang Zun. There is no confidence either.

But. From the very beginning, Zhang Zunyin took a defensive position, and the attacks on her were only appropriately counterattacked, which in her opinion, was perfunctory.

She is collecting debts for Chen Mo, but she is not playing with children!

Zhang Zunyin stood with his hands in his hands, his white face as white as jade without a trace of expression, looking at the sky in the distance. said lightly: "Stop~ I don't want to hurt you." ”

This Feng Feiyan has this kind of strength at a young age. If he continued to fight, he didn't have much confidence to defeat her.

What's more, this little girl is still Feng Chonglei's only sister, in case she is injured, Feng Chonglei still has to settle accounts with him?

Feng Feiyan didn't intend to accept his affection, and sneered: "Dreaming!"

Seeing that the words didn't make sense, she stopped talking nonsense, and as soon as she let go of her hand, the thunder and lightning runes on the weaving thunder silk lit up again, and the thunder and thunder were completely integrated, and the slightest reckless and desolate thunder emanated. The weaver ran through her ribs, wrapped around her arm, and flew back into streamers.

The hands are stamped on the chest, and the fingers are flying smartly, drawing a mysterious trajectory.

Her momentum climbed step by step, through the increase of the weaving thunder silk, faintly, she actually suppressed the sword intent exuded by Zhang Zunyin, her long hair flew messily in the air, the lilac skirt and sleeves seemed to be full of wind, and she flew wildly, and the thunder and thunder coiled around her body, exuding a trace of earth-destroying aura.

Feng Feiyan's eyes suddenly lit up, and there seemed to be a lightning bolt in her eyes.

"Nine Heavenly Thunder Break!"

The sky suddenly darkened, as if from day to night, thick black thunderclouds converged from all directions, and blue thunderbolts scurried through the clouds, making a rumbling thunderclap.

In the center of the clouds, there was a faint black whirlpool, and a ball of thunder was brewing in it, with the mighty power of the sky, faintly exuding a trace of earth-destroying momentum, and it locked on Zhang Zunyin below.

Zhang Zunyin didn't expect her to make a trick directly, she looked at the sky with a solemn face, and the Songwen Ancient Sword under her feet slowly rose into the air, levitating in front of him, and discharging the thunder momentum that was crushed.

If you are forced to this extent, if you don't meet the attack, you will definitely be injured, but if you attack too hard, you will definitely annoy Feng Chonglei. It's really not fighting, and it's not fighting.

His white fingertips made a series of mysterious seals, and he eliminated distracting thoughts, concentrating his eyes on the sword in front of him.

Sword Sect, Sword Sect, only the sword is the sect.

The Eight Desolations Sword Dao is based on the sword, and the cultivation of the whole body is on the same sword character. The sword is the heart, the sword is used, and the sword weapon is the table, and the three are in one, and the party is the strongest.

The pine pattern ancient sword in Zhang Zunyin's hand, although the grade is only six order, but the sword weapon is carried with him, and he is always polished with his own sword intent.

Even if you change to a higher-grade sword, because the fit between the sword weapon and the sword intent is not high, the power exerted is not as good as this pine-patterned ancient sword.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect!"

The originally formless and substantial sword intent suddenly lit up, emitting a bright cyan light, and the cyan light marks were all over the three zhang square, as dreamy and ethereal as the aurora.

The sword intent moved suddenly, converging towards the pine-patterned ancient sword like a milk swallow throwing into the forest, drawing a dazzling cyan trajectory in the air, blending into the sword body and turning into a part of the sword. The Loose Pattern Ancient Sword condensed countless sword intents, emitting a dazzling blue light.

In the sky, the blue-white electric light suddenly lit up, and then there was a loud "boom" sound, and a blue thunderbolt was like a dragon swimming in the sky, as if carrying the power of heaven and earth, and it slammed down in the direction of Zhang Zunyin.

Zhang Zunyin did not dodge or dodge, held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, closed his body with the sword, and rushed towards the thunder. The blue light on the sword body and the sword gang on the body were connected, emitting a contradictory aura that seemed to be thick and condensed and seemed to be smart and ethereal.

"Boom~"

The thunderbolt collided with the sword body, emitting a dazzling blue, white, and blue light. The loud bang was deafening. After a few breaths, the thunder dissipated, and Zhang Zunyin was also shocked and retreated.

"Crackle~Crackle~"

The blue arc of thunder flickered on the sword's body, and after a long while, it gradually disappeared.

At this time, the second thunderbolt was also brewing, with an astonishing momentum. Split from the black clouds.

Zhang Zunyin adjusted his breath a little, and then rushed forward again.

"Boom!"

After an explosion, the thunder was split. Zhang Zunyin was shocked again and flew backwards.

After a few breaths, another thunder "boom" fell, and it was split by Zhang Zunyin, this time. He was shaken farther away.

Under the dark canopy. The streamers formed by the weaving thunder silk swirled around, emitting a magnificent blue-purple light.

Her figure hung high in the air, her expression was solemn, her hands maintained a sealed posture, her face was slightly pale, and a trace of fragrant sweat oozed from the corners of her forehead.

The three heavenly thunders consumed at least a quarter of her Xuan Qi, plus what she had consumed before. The Xuan Qi in Feng Feiyan's body at the moment was only a little more than half of it.

The Nine Heavens Thunder Break. As the name suggests, the nine heavenly thunders, one stronger than the other, until the ninth heavenly thunder, poured all its strength into it, and sent out a supreme blow.

This seal decision is one of the most powerful laws of the Heavenly Thunder Dao, and in terms of power, it is inseparable from the Ten Thousand Swords Return Sect of the Eight Desolation Sword Sect.

Zhang Zunyin gasped slightly, realizing that it would not work like this.

The sword technique needs to consume Xuan Qi, and the scattered thunder and lightning falling on the body also need to consume Xuan Qi to offset it.

Right now, it's only the third heavenly thunder, and it's already a little difficult, and the nine heavenly thunders are splitting, and I'm afraid that the Xuan Qi will not be enough.

"Boom~"

The blue-white lightning flashed, and the fourth thunderbolt slashed down.

Zhang Zunyin condensed slightly, and the wrist holding the sword shook out a sword flower, the cyan sword was intended to compress at the tip of the sword, and a small black vortex appeared on the tip of the sword, faintly exuding a devouring aura.

He stared closely at the falling thunder light, rubbed his body up, held the sword in his right hand and led it one by one, and the thunder and lightning trembled slightly on the tip of the sword, drawing a perfect arc and slashing in another direction.

"Click~"

The blue-white electric light raged, and a large pit was split into the square, and the flying rubble was swept by the lightning, and in just a moment, it was melted into liquid and fell into the pit.

The inside of the pit seemed to be coated with a layer of glass, and a small pool of colorful glass-colored liquid gathered at the bottom, until the electric light dissipated, and then gradually solidified.

Zhang Zunyin's chest rose and fell, panting slightly, but his face showed a relaxed look.

The cost of this move is not small, but it is much better than directly splitting the heavenly thunder. In this way, after the nine heavenly thunders are split, there is still some spare strength, and finally there will be no loss of face.

In the thick black clouds, the thunder rolled and roared, and in the whirlpool in the center, the fifth heavenly thunder was gradually brewing and taking shape, ready to go.

"Stop!"

A cyan figure rushed towards this place like a lightning speed, and in the distance, it shouted.

Zhang Zunyin was stunned for a moment and hesitated slightly.

However, the Nine Heavenly Thunderbolts have broken out, how can it be so easy to stop?

The weaving thunder silk fluttered in the wind, flying up and down, Feng Feiyan's fingers were stunned, but it was not affected in any way, her eyebrows were heavy, her hands were pinched, and the fifth heavenly thunder locked Zhang Zunyin, and fell from the air with a "boom".

Zhang Zunyin twisted his eyebrows slightly, and helplessly held his sword to meet him.

There was a loud bang, and there was another pit in the square.

"Fei Yan, don't stop yet!"

Feng Mingyuan finally arrived, shouting loudly to stop Feng Feiyan, while gasping slightly, the rich Lei Gang on his body slowly dispersed.

He slowly approached Feng Feiyan's side, put his hands behind her back, and continued, "I'll help you." ”

Feng Feiyan shook her fingers, and a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes.

Her strength is not as good as Zhang Zunyin, even if there is an increase in weaving thunder silk, it is only barely equal, and now Zhang Zunyin has found a way to save Xuan Qi, and there is no point in continuing to fight.

But her Xuan Qi was already less than one-third, barely able to support the release of the Nine Heavenly Thunder Break, if it was to be forcibly terminated, it would require three times the amount of Xuan Qi, and she couldn't support it at all. However, with Feng Mingyuan's help, the consumption of Xuan Qi would not be a problem.

In a flash of thought, Feng Feiyan made a decision.

The hands slowly pinched the trick, and each mudra weighed like a thousand pounds. Feng Mingyuan's Xuan Qi slowly entered from behind, replenishing her consumption, and finally allowing her to complete the handprint of canceling the Nine Heavenly Thunder Break.

The dense black thunderclouds slowly dissipated, revealing the clear sky again, and the dull atmosphere of the black clouds finally ceased.

Seeing this, Zhang Zunyin finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly withdrew the sword technique.

In his memory, he hadn't worked so hard for more than ten years.

Feng Mingyuan withdrew his hands and clenched his fists towards Zhang Zunyin: "Thank you, Elder Zhang." ”

The thunder light on the weaving thunder silk slowly dissipated, and the volley flew and danced, Feng Feiyan's eyes were lonely, and she didn't know what she remembered.

...... (To be continued......)