Before the words fell, the middle-aged eyes changed, and the cowardly evasion expression just now was like a mask, which was wiped off after a brush, and was replaced by a face that perfectly combined ruthlessness and cruelty.

His eyes were already slightly drooping, and he was very real when he made a submissive appearance, but once he became ruthless, the drooping corners of his eyes made him even more yin. The black-brown pupils burst out with an inevitable light, and there was a faint sense of triumph in the calculation.

The middle-aged figure moved, and the footwork reused was perfect, one step at a time, and the phantom of the virtual and real was swaying in the array, like a tree blown by the wind, which was dazzling.

As the black rays of the Dao spurted out with majestic water spirits, Fu Yi finally saw that it was nine blades in the shape of thin leaves that broke through the air, forming a small trapping array in this small space, trying to bind her firmly in it.

"Oh, fellow Daoist, you're wasting your time, why did you go when you have such strength?"

Fu Yi laughed and teased, not a trace of surprise in the face of the sudden change of moves, but made the middle-aged a little confused. The defensive skirt on her body slowly changed with the black darkness, gradually becoming the color of the thin leaf blade, and the power of the trapped killing array was nothing to this dress that fused with the breath of the sycamore.

The middle-aged formation attainments are not profound, and it can be seen that the time to learn this move is not long, at least not as deep as the previous fire spirit root female cultivator, and with a sweep of the clothes, he saw that there were two weak points in the formation, and his mind moved to recall Qiankun, and with a move of his right hand, he gently and skillfully pulled a sword flower towards the weak point in front of the left.

Buzz –

Qiankun groaned softly, and the sword qi was like a rampaging beast, dragging a long light tail and roaring through the air, the formation that had just been condensed suddenly shook, and the thin leaf blade that was the base of the formation trembled in the air, and one of them could not maintain its speed and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man was about to re-form a formation when he saw that the opportunity was not good, who knew that the speed of the clothes was completely beyond his imagination, and it seemed that he had long expected which thin leaf blade was going to fall, and before the black blade touched the ring, dozens of sword lights had already intertwined into a torrent and rushed over.

With a soft click, the thin leaf blade that landed on the ground instantly shattered into two pieces, and the sword qi that followed engulfed it, turning it into powder and rolling it into the aura vortex in the blink of an eye. The middle-aged Zhihai was in pain, and couldn't help but snort, he didn't expect that the tried and tested knife formation didn't trap people, not to mention, but even made him lose a good magic weapon.

Seeing that the thin leaf blade could not solve the other party, the middle-aged man recalled the other eight with a fierce expression, and at the moment when the black light flashed, a black pennant appeared in the air.

"There are so many magic weapons of Daoyou!" Fu Yi saw that he sacrificed three second-order super magic weapons one after another, all of them were high-quality, and all of them were used well, so he couldn't help but tease. Who knew that these words touched his sensitive thread, his cheeks turned red, and the green tendons on his neck were about to burst.

"I want you to be nosy, your sword cultivation is really annoying!" The middle-aged man almost roared, I don't know if he remembered some sad past, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him, and he wanted to kill Fu Yi on the spot.

Looking at his appearance, he had a little guess in his heart. Sword cultivation only has one sword, no matter how many tricks the other party changes, only one sword can be broken, some monks have exhausted their means and have no way to use sword cultivation, and they will fall behind until they are angry, and the more they think about it, the more angry they feel.

What if there are many magic weapons? What if the spells are shiny and beautiful? If you don't have enough strength, you will still be defeated in the hands of the sword cultivator of the first small realm. Middle-aged may not be the first time to fight against sword cultivation, judging from the routine he set at the beginning, he has usually encountered similar situations.

Seeing that he was getting more and more annoyed, Fuyi grinned sheepishly: "Let's solve it quickly, so as to save you from being angry." "Words

As soon as the sound fell, Qiankun swam up in the air like a white dragon out of the sea, the sword roared like a war song, the white light exploded with the sword qi, and in the buzzing sound, a head and tail connected double fish faintly appeared in mid-air, and the circle formed by the fish had not yet been completely condensed, and it pressed towards the middle-aged man at a speed that could not be captured by the sea of eyesight.

Buzz Buzz –

The entire ring shook violently, and the monks outside had already dispersed when the sword qi overflowed, and the formation set up by Yuan Ying Zhenren was shattered layer by layer, which actually shattered the repulsion array that protected the monks.

Fuyi secretly said that it was not good, she just wanted to win and didn't want to kill, but her mood was much faster than her movements, and when she wanted to stop, the middle-aged man had already spurted out a mouthful of turbid blood and fell to the ground.

"Suffered ......"

Flicking his teeth, he was about to sacrifice himself to take this move, but suddenly a soft force came from afar, and he didn't know his location, let alone his identity. The power was like a soft hand, skillfully dissipating the sword light from the flicker, and the monks outside didn't even see the shape of the Pisces clearly before they saw the white light slowly dissipate like a stream of water.

"Daoyou!" Fu Yi didn't care about who made the move, rushed forward to check the middle-aged injury, and saw that he still had the strength to stare at her with his eyes, so he was greatly relieved. "I'm really sorry, when Daoyou's injuries heal a little, I am willing to do my best to compensate. ”

Although Fu Yi knew that the ring match did not compensate for the opponent's injury, but just now she did use too much force and almost killed someone, and the Yuan Ying Zhenren who guarded the town did not know what kind of mentality she didn't help at all, if it weren't for the help of a mysterious master from afar, she was afraid that she would be dragged back by the ring alliance to pay countless spirit stones.

"Don't ...... Touch...... I ......" The middle-aged man almost struggled with the last bit of strength to say this, and his eyes were aggrieved like a three-year-old child who had not eaten pastries.

"Uh...... Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go. Fu Yi inexplicably felt that this kind of conversation was a little weird, and after stuffing a communication talisman with his own breath into his hand, he quickly jumped out of the half-cracked ring and got into the crowd.

She and Ji Liwei and Qian Xiaofei almost ran out of the big formation of the ring alliance, and a bunch of monks behind them chattered non-stop, some praised her exquisite swordsmanship, some shouted that she was injured by Yu Wei, and some shouted that they wanted to quit the game.

Fortunately, a group of people didn't mean to keep up and make trouble, and the three of them trotted all the way out of the big formation, and when they sat on the soft sand, they couldn't help but laugh when they looked at each other.

"Whisk clothes, I'm afraid there is no need to compare this time, your victory in the Bixiao Domain is going to happen again!" Ji Liwei was also taken aback just now, and was relieved to see that the middle-aged man was finally alive and well. "But who is the real person who just shot?"

Fuyi looked into the distance and muttered softly: "Maybe it's the real person who shook the light in the tea shop." She had this guess when she calmed down, but the other party didn't want to show up, and she couldn't prove it.

"Regardless of who it is, think about why the Ring Alliance won't help you. The expression of the money was a little solemn, and after speaking, he turned to the voice, "You and Ji Daoyou attracted people's eyes this time, and let the gambling lose a lot of spirit stones, and then maybe they will secretly calculate you." ”

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