Zhang Xiaoqi listened to Bei Mingxuan's words, and his heart was even more annoyed, and his hand holding the sword tightened a little. Looking closely at this slender iron sword, through the layer of white light wrapped in circulation, you can clearly see the sword body and strange slenderness, and the hilt is carved from a piece of green jade. At first glance, this iron sword is exquisite and delicate, and most of them are matched by women. The delicate iron sword did not match Zhang Xiaoqi's honest physique, but it was injected with Zhang Xiaoqi's half-life qi.

"Demon Sect Second Goods, you can slander me, but you must not look down on my sword!" Zhang Xiaoqi roared angrily, the long sword in his hand was white and stabbed.

"Let me emphasize to you again, don't use these words to describe me!" The words spit out word by word are enough to prove that Bei Mingxuan is angry to the extreme.

With a burst of shouting, a purple fireball galloped out from Bei Mingxuan's hand, burning the air, and the hunting sound headed towards Zhang Xiaoqi, who was rushing towards him.

Zhang Xiaoqi quickly stopped his body, sideways to dodge, and the purple fire passed close to his chest. Zhang Xiaoqi, who was smelling the burnt smell of his hair, had not yet settled, and another purple fire was even more ferocious.

Zhang Xiaoqi had wind under his feet, and his body was charming, and he kept dodging in one after another menacing purple flames.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that if I haven't touched these two goods, I will be physically exhausted and hit by demon fire. It seems that this is the only way!" Zhang Xiaoqi thought in his heart, took a long breath, sank into the dantian, his face was solemn, and he slowed down.

"Dragon Venerable Three Styles, Hidden Dragon Yin!"

Suddenly, the wind was raging, and the grass and trees were stumbling. Under the shallow moon, on the top of the ancient moon mountain, the sound of the dragon's groan, the momentum is terrifying. Long Yin came from Zhang Xiaoqi, carrying an internal force that surged in all directions.

Not far behind him, the Zangfeng Daoist was hunting and agitating, smiling, stroking his beard and smiling: "Yes, yes, I know when and where to use what moves, worthy of being my apprentice." ”

The internal force of this dragon chant was quite strong, and the five or six clusters of purple fire equipment that flew in were cut off of their momentum. Bei Mingxuan was also taken a few steps backwards by inexplicable internal strength.

Zhang Xiaoqi saw that Bei Mingxuan was defenseless after a few hesitations, and it was an excellent time to make a move.

"Dragon Venerable Four Styles, Swift Dragon Thorn!"

A five-clawed silver dragon with more than two feet in strength was ferocious, roaring out, and in the blink of an eye, it had flown in front of Bei Mingxuan's eyes.

Seeing that the young lord of the Heavenly Desert, Bei Mingxuan, is about to be devoured!

"Wraith clone!"

When the imposing five-clawed silver dragon roared past, Bei Mingxuan not only did not hurt half a minute, but gave birth to two twin brothers, and the three Bei Mingxuan who were exactly the same looked at each other and smiled.

These three identical Bei Mingxuan appeared in front of him, not to mention Zhang Xiaoqi, even the Zangfeng Daoist not far away was shocked, and said secretly in his heart: "The Heavenly Desert Wraith Soul Scroll is really powerful, and this second and third degrees of the Heavenly Realm can be cultivated to this extent." I'm here to see how my disciple copes. ”

"What's the matter, Zhang Xiaoqi, do you think I'm so easy to deal with?" one of them, Bei Mingxuan, chuckled softly.

"I heard that the power of the Dragon Venerable Technique of the Broken Cloud Pavilion destroyed the heavens and the earth, why did it end up in your hands such rubbish. In my opinion, it's better to change the name to Worm Zunjue. Another Bei Mingxuan said contemptuously.

"One fights three, don't say that we bully more and less!" As the words of the last Bei Mingxuan landed, the three of them hugged each other.

Zhang Xiaoqi had a black line on his head, and scolded in his heart, "Isn't it just to bully more and less with one of me, and I'm embarrassed to say it, it's really enough for two." ”

"How can people really clone up, there are two that must be illusions, you can't hide it from me, wait until I break your clone!" Zhang Xiaoqi said, pulling out a white sword qi.

When the three of them galloped in front of Zhang Xiaoqi, the two illusory Bei Mingxuan were all pierced by the sword qi, and there was only one person left.

"The other two are illusions, then you must be the real body!"

Zhang Xiaoqi gathered the essence of his whole body, and emitted a white light with all his strength.

"Brush~"

"How is it possible, how is it possible, this is also an illusion?" Seeing that Bei Mingxuan, who was close by, was penetrated by white light and turned into nothingness, Zhang Xiaoqi broke out in a cold sweat.

"Be careful, he's up there!" shouted the Hidden Blade Daoist behind him.

Zhang Xiaoqi raised his head, and a huge purple fire entered his pupils. The feeling of devouring, the hot sensation almost suffocated him. was caught off guard, and in a hurry, Zhang Xiaoqi made a move.

"Five-style tornado wind!"

The moment the white mang's purple flame touched, a wave of air dispersed, and in an instant, the barren grass swayed, and the clouds rolled up. The top of Guyue Mountain is full of light, and the ink-dyed sky has also become much brighter.

"Boom~" There was a muffled sound, and the two people who fought were bounced away.

The wind stopped, the colored light disappeared, and Guyue Mountain returned to calm.

Zhang Xiaoqi and Bei Mingxuan were both defeated.

Zangfeng Daoist helped up Zhang Xiaoqi, who was already seriously injured, "The people of the Demon Sect are really insidious and cunning, and they will only sneak attack and plot!"

Bei Mingxuan was lying on the ground, wiped the blood of his teeth with one hand, and chuckled, "This is the art of the wraith, how can it be regarded as a sneak attack, you old man, don't spew blood!"

Zangfeng Daoist Junmu glanced at Bei Mingxuan coldly, and checked Zhang Xiaoqi's injury, that kind of meticulousness is like a father's love for his son, even Zhang Xiaoqi felt uncomfortable.

Bei Mingxuan thought for a while, he was seriously injured now, and he couldn't run far if he wanted to. The five old men of Broken Cloud Pavilion also have their own ear infections, and Zangfeng Lao Dao is famous for protecting his shortcomings, and now that he has hit his disciple hard, what should he do with himself. Although the people in the Xuanmen didn't have a good impression of the people of the Demon Sect, as the young master of the Heavenly Desert, he killed himself, and most of his little Broken Cloud Pavilion elders didn't dare to ......

"Second goods, my apprentice, I have never been easy to start, today's battle, to say the least, I have to recuperate for four or five days to recover, although I don't dare to kill you, let you suffer a little flesh and skin is also considered to avenge my apprentice. Zang Feng played with a cloud of white light in his palm, "Once this bone-chilling ball enters the body, it will seal the blood and freeze the veins, life and death can't, it's enough for you!"

Bei Mingxuan scolded in his chest, "Your precious apprentice is a human, Lao Tzu is not a human, as if Lao Tzu is not injured." This will also torture the master with such a bad move. Damn this trip to Guyue Mountain, I really shouldn't have come, not to mention that Tu Bodhi is gone, and I have to be tortured by this stinky old man, what kind of sin am I making~"

I only heard Zangfeng Daoist shout softly, and the white aura in his hand called Bone-chilling flew in, and the extremely desperate Bei Mingxuan had only one wish in his mind at the moment, and kept praying, "Yaoyao, my Yaoyao, come and save your little Xuanxuan, Xuanxuan is being bullied~~"

The bone-chilling was already a stone's throw away, the white luster reflected on his face, Bei Mingxuan was completely dead, he closed his eyes, ready to accept the coming pain.

"What's the matter, this old man's bone-chilling can't be a fake and shoddy product, why don't you feel a little bit, what's going on?" Bei Mingxuan, who was puzzled in his heart, slowly opened his eyes.

"This figure ......"

"What just happened?" Bei Mingxuan looked at the back of the gray-clothed man with a confused expression, with a smell of earth, and his long messy hair reached his waist.

The woman squatted down and looked at Bei Mingxuan, who was pale, "You're wrong, it's not there." ”

"Could it be that she blocked that bone-chilling just now?" Bei Mingxuan said in his heart.

In the distance, Zhang Xiaoqi was dumbfounded. "How is it possible, how is this possible, she doesn't have the slightest breath of a qi vein on her body, she is completely an ordinary person. Fang Cai's bone-chilling mass also carried my internal strength, but she was thrown aside by one hand?" Zangfeng Dao was terrified in his heart.