Xiong Qihui knew that the speed of his spell casting was not as good as that of the other party, and he could only be beaten passively when attacking from a distance, and if he wanted to cast a spell, he had to take a blow from the other party, and the other party could react quickly and dodge while casting his own spell. To win, you have to fight in close quarters.

"A fool would fight in close combat with you, an ice worm who knows ice attribute spells!" Spat disdainfully in the direction of Xiong Qihui, Yan Yangtian said jokingly, "If you have the ability to catch up, I'm saying!

Seeing Yan Yangtian's performance, Xiong Qihui's anger jumped like thunder, and naturally he would not repay the enemy for a short time and stopped talking, but the mana urging increased a few points, and the spirit sword attack was even more fierce.

Yan Yangtian, who couldn't stop escaping, had less and less space to use, and finally was forced to the corner of the ring, and there was no way to escape.

"Haha! Yan Yangtian looks where you are still fleeing!"

As the last word fell, Xiong Qihui danced the spirit sword in his hand, and immediately the cold air was swirling, and a dense sword shadow stabbed towards Yan Yangtian.

Snort!

Xiong Qihui waved the spirit sword lightly, and the countless sword shadows in front of him suddenly trembled violently, and with a bang, it was an overwhelming burst towards Yan Yangtian, and that dense range directly encompassed all the five feet around Yan Yangtian's body!

The defensive shield around Yan Yangtian's body also trembled violently like water waves, as if it was about to collapse.

Under such a close attack, Yan Yangtian was unavoidable, and he almost fell into a mortal realm!

"Right now, Yan Yangtian is going to lose! He may even lose his life because of this. It's not easy for him to do this!"

"Alas, if Yan Yangtian is also a ninth-level cultivator in the Qi cultivation period, then it would be difficult to say whether he will win or lose, although he Xiong Qihui is an Ice Spirit Root cultivator. ”

Under the ring, many Qi cultivation period monks saw that Yan Yangtian was forced to the corner of the ring, and Xiong Qihui's killing moves, they all whispered, and secretly felt sorry for Yan Yangtian.

Xiong Liehuang, who had already hooked a smile at the corner of his mouth, suddenly opened his slightly squinted eyes, the smile instantly froze, and the expression on his face suddenly became serious.

"This kid from the Yan family is going crazy, and he actually used a forbidden technique to improve his strength in a short time! Xiong Qihui, if you can't take him, you will definitely be served by the clan rules when you go back!"

Yan Nanyuan, who was originally depressed, flashed with light in his eyes at this time, and his face was full of incredulity.

"Although this son of the Third Elder is a genius, how can he have this kind of spell to increase his strength in a short period of time? I am afraid that this kind of spell cultivation method can only be possessed by a force like the City Lord's Mansion!"

But this kind of spell that can improve one's strength in the short term is very damaging to oneself, and can even make the muscles and veins of the whole body explode and become a wasted person.

When the third elder Yan Nanli saw this scene, his face immediately became pale and weak. He had very high expectations for this son, and if he made any mistakes because of this, he would regret it.

His expression moved slightly, and Yan Nanyuan set his eyes on Yan Batian, who was sitting steadily next to him. He knew that there was this kind of anti-heaven exercise that had something to do with Yan Yangtian, and there was only Yan Batian's master who had never met.

I saw Yan Batian's brows furrowed slightly, and a little dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes. It seems that he is a little dissatisfied with Yan Yangtian's performance.

"What kind of medicine is sold in this kid's gourd? Yan Yangtian has already performed so dazzlingly, what else is there to be dissatisfied with? Is there a better way to teach Yan Yangtian than using forbidden arts?"

Yan Nanyuan, who was secretly guessing, shook his head and thought secretly.

In the ring, Yan Yangtian, who was forced to the corner of the ring, suddenly bounced up like a creeping cheetah, and the spirit sword in his hand, which originally emitted fresh water waves, suddenly surged in light at this moment, and the soles of his feet stepped the ring, and his body rushed out, leaving a faint footprint on the hard ground of the ring.

At this moment, the momentum emanating from Yan Yangtian's body was already on par with Xiong Qihui, and he was steadily practicing the ninth layer of qi.

The water-attribute spirit sword that surged with light was like a phantom, directly facing the ice-type spirit sword that was as transparent as a mirror.

"Peng!" The ice-attribute spirit sword was directly swept away, and the speed of the water-attribute spirit sword did not decrease, and it continued to stab Xiong Qihui's chest.

The body quickly retreated, but the defensive shield around Xiong Qihui's body, who was caught off guard, was still pierced by Yan Yangtian, who was fighting back, and in the scattered and flying ice crystals, Yan Yangtian did not hesitate to catch up, and the spirit sword was flying smartly, it was completely an offensive spell, and he didn't care about his own defense at all.

"This madman!"

The Qi cultivation monks under the ring couldn't help but sweat down their spines when they saw Yan Yangtian's lifeless attack method, this kind of fighting method that was almost all the same, only the desperate San Lang in the secular world could use it, but it was unheard of in the immortal cultivation world.

Xiong Qihui, who was forced to retreat, gritted his steel teeth, his face suddenly became ruthless, and he was so embarrassed by the seventh-layer monk in the Qi cultivation period, which made him completely angry, and a mouthful of essence spurted out of his mouth violently, shooting towards the ice attribute mid-grade spirit sword in his hand.

At the same time as squirting out the essence element, Xiong Qihui's face suddenly turned pale, without a trace of blood, it was obvious that this essence element hurt him very much.

The medium-grade spirit sword was shot by Jing Yuan like this, and it was quickly absorbed into the sword body, and the cold qi emitted from the spirit sword immediately skyrocketed more than ten times, and the white and vast chill completely enveloped Yan Yangtian in an instant.

With Xiong Qihui's swinging spirit sword, layers of rich chill suddenly spread out, under this kind of cold air, the mana in the muscles and veins in Yan Yangtian's body also quickly became sluggish, and then his offensive suddenly became much slower as the flow rate of the mana in the muscles and veins decreased.

With the help of the weakening of Yan Yangtian's offensive, Xiong Qihui quickly dodged, raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and his reddened eyes stared at Yan Yangtian viciously.

"Yan Yangtian, you actually forced me to waste a mouthful of essence from years of penance, and today I will break your body into ten thousand pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

You must know that there is an essential difference between the essence of the monk and the mana, even if the mana is exhausted, it only takes a small amount of time to recover, and the essence in their dantian is all cultivated through hard work. A mouthful of pure essence takes years to cultivate. Spit out a mouthful of essence, which is equivalent to wasting the hard work of the past few years.

This is tantamount to taking Xiong Qihui's precious longevity to drive this mid-grade spirit sword. In the future, if he wants to break through the bottleneck of the foundation building period, it will be even more difficult.

Feeling the rapidly rising cold around him, Yan Yangtian's cheeks also changed slightly, these cold qi were extremely weird, but the body surface defense shield was slightly eroded, and the mana in the muscles and veins in the body had the feeling of being frozen, if it was invaded into the body, it would inevitably be extremely troublesome.

The mana was restrained by ice attribute spells, and Yan Yangtian wanted to fight with Xiong Qihui, but he couldn't.