Leng Yu stood in the air, looking at the two people who were entangled and fighting, he finally understood the painstaking efforts of his elders to let him reconcile with Gan Ping, the man in blue Gan Ping didn't know, but Leng Yu, who grew up in the immortal cultivation world since he was a child, knew it. This blue-clothed man is named Hua Lingfeng, a master of the younger generation of the Xianling Sect, with an innate water spirit body, and a body of water belonging to the blue sea and the canglan is extremely domineering. This person is extremely talented, and he can actually comprehend the original extremely weak Shui True Qi to the extreme and transform it into monstrous might, which is really extraordinary.

Leng Yu had also seen this Hua Lingfeng make a move, and in the Miaocheng Sect, only Wan Fang, the personal disciple of Miao Cuifeng, and Xiao Cangfeng, the disciple of the Angry True Man, could suppress one of them, and the rest were not his opponents. If Zhang Yifan of the Xianling Sect is an out-and-out gentleman, then this Hua Lingfeng is a complete genius, I didn't expect this Gan Ping to be so old that he was on a par with this Hua Lingfeng, how could Leng Yu not be shocked? Thinking of what he had done before, Leng Yu couldn't help but sweat coldly, what kind of enemy he had provoked before.

Not to mention how to make a statue of cold rain, although Gan Ping felt pressure, but he was extremely happy, and he did not compete with mana magic weapons, only relying on the power of his body and swordsmanship to meet the enemy, and he was really hearty. The same is true of Hua Lingfeng on the other side, the reason why he will be suppressed by the disciples of Miao Cheng Sect is that in addition to his own cultivation time is still short, the magic weapons of those people are also extremely difficult, so that this Hua Lingfeng has a feeling of being constrained, and now he finally met an opponent of equal strength, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for each other in his heart.

Originally, the two of them were just quick to separate at the slightest touch in the air, testing each other's subtle moves, but as the battle intensified, it was difficult for such contact to vent the strong fighting intent in their hearts. Passing by, the two looked at each other, and at the same time let out a long roar, the blades intersected violently, and there was a earth-shattering roar, "It's a pity to kill you!"

Looking at each other, both of them saw the monstrous battle intent in each other's eyes, and immediately laughed, and the sword light and sword weapon flew up and down again, this time the shot was far from being comparable to Fang Cai. Just now, the two of them were sparing their hands and testing each other, but now the battle intent is monstrous, and the killing intent in this sky is immediately horizontal, and the strong strength and edge force force Leng Yu and the people of the Xianling Sect who are watching the battle to retreat again and again.

In an instant, the dense jungle under the two of them was immediately turned into pieces by the sword qi path light in the sky, flying in the air. The two of them were unaware, fighting endlessly, and let out a long roar from time to time, what could they ask for when they met such an opponent?

The battle intent of Chongxiao and the chaotic aura of heaven and earth swept up here, how could it not attract the attention of the disciples patrolling the mountain on the Xiandu Peak? In an instant, more than ten sword lights swept over and fell to Leng Yu's side, Zhang Yifan saw that Leng Yu was saying something to a tall disciple in the lead, and the disciple with purple sword light immediately looked at him with a fierce gaze.

Zhang Yifan's heart was cold, and he no longer had the previous arrogant appearance, although the purple-clothed disciple opposite, although his cultivation was only worthy of reaching the initial stage of liquid, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle falcon, and this hope was like seeing through himself, which was really a little terrifying.

Looking at the two people fighting in the air with a somewhat ugly face, Zeng Qi thought about countermeasures. I haven't seen it for half a year, and I don't know what adventures I have, I even jumped two orders in a row, and cultivated to the realm of liquid, if Gan Ping met it, I would definitely be amazed.

Huo'er obviously recognized Zeng Qi's acquaintance, and hurriedly struggled with his hands and feet in the cold rain's words, jumped out of his arms, and jumped into Zeng Qi's arms. Zeng Qi stroked Huo'er's glorious fur with one hand, and stared at the two people fighting in the arena thoughtfully. The identity of this Gan Ping's junior brother is best understood, if something goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable, thinking of the big exam of the sect that day, Mo Yifeng's sword is the deterrence of the world, Zeng Qi shrank his head and looked at Gan Ping with a little worry.

Gan Ping didn't know that there was already an old man behind him, and he was still fighting with that Hua Lingfeng with all his might, this shot can be described as trying his best, every time the blade exchange will cause the true yuan in his body to shake endlessly, but this also inspired Gan Ping's fighting spirit, a mountain sword to unfold to the fullest, splitting, stabbing, pointing, teasing, collapsing, intercepting, wiping, piercing, picking, lifting, twisting, sweeping the sword momentum like a landslide, swept in, the heavy giant sword in his hand is like nothing, every time here will bring a sharp roar.

Hua Lingfeng didn't dare to slack off, the double knives flew endlessly, flying up and down like heavy snow, leaving no gap, stabbing, intercepting, blocking, collapsing, chopping, wiping, belting, and entanglement moves could not leave Gan Ping's vital point, and for a time forced Gan Ping to be in danger, and he dodged again and again. I don't know what kind of material the pair of light blue twin knives are forged, and they are still unscathed after fighting with the Huanshan Sword for so long.

The two of them fought heartily, and the disciples who were watching around were also dazzled, how could such an earth-shattering battle be seen casually? Zeng Qi's originally slightly worried eyes slowly turned into fanatical colors, and the inner gate mountain patrol disciples behind him were also full of eagerness to try, and they couldn't wait to fight a battle.

The two sects of Xianling Miaocheng have been fighting for a long time, although they are peaceful on the surface, but most of the disciples under the seat are fighting openly and secretly, and they are extremely unconvinced by each other, and now seeing that this Gan Ping has actually defeated Hua Lingfeng, who has been famous for a long time in the Xianling Sect, with the strength of one person, they can't help but shout well. This also made the faces of Zhang Yifan and the others who were looking at each other from afar more and more ugly, and they were ready to move.

Zeng Qi seemed to sense the other party's fighting intent, and couldn't help but have a sneer on the corner of his mouth, although his inner disciples were slightly inferior in cultivation to the group of people opposite, but they were all experienced in fighting, and several of them were like himself, and they fought hard from the expedition mission of the sect to have today's achievements.

It's ridiculous that this group of disciples of the Xianling Sect actually bullied the door, do you think that no one in my Miaocheng Sect is successful? It's just that I have the responsibility of patrolling the mountain, but it's not good to take the initiative to take action against it, if it weren't for my own duty today, I would have rushed over and fought for it. The inner disciples behind him all flickered in their eyes, obviously having the same idea as Zeng Qi, just waiting for the first move, and then they could let go of the battle.

Seeing these inner disciples coming, Leng Yu's hanging heart was then put down, and in the face of seven or eight enemies whose cultivation was higher than himself, and whose numbers were higher than himself, and who stared at him with ill intentions, he was already about to collapse. If it weren't for the constant telling me in my heart that I couldn't lose face, maybe I would have turned around and fled and disappeared. At present, although the cultivation of these senior brothers around him is slightly low, the fierce aura that is still full of body is not fake, and the number is a little more than that of the other party, which gives him some confidence.

Zhang Yifan's eyes flickered, and his face turned pale as he looked at the disciples of the Miaocheng Sect who were full of provocation on the opposite side, where had he ever seen this with his temperament? These disciples around him were all outstanding people who were carefully selected by the sect and filled with façade, and their cultivation level was more than a step higher than those on the other side, so why should he be afraid of them? Thinking of this, this gentleman really couldn't stand the other party's sneering gaze, and howled loudly, "Give it to me, snatch that monkey back!"

The disciples of the Immortal Ling Sect behind him, who were already angry, rushed out with a loud scolding, they had been waiting for a long time, who made the eyes of those inner disciples so disdainful, so stinging?

Seeing that the other party couldn't stand the provocation and rushed towards him, Zeng Qi's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and he was already a little arrogant, he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Brothers, come to seven, don't let people say that we bully more and less..." Before the words fell, he rushed out with his sword light, and faced the strongest of the disciples of the Immortal Tomb Sect on the opposite side, and caught the right one and fought him.

The crowd behind him who was eager to try it rang out loudly, but it was the seven disciples with the highest cultivation who came out and killed each other, each found their goal, and lit up their blades to fight. The rest of the disciples all had their eyes flickering, their faces were full of regret, and the cold rain was slightly sweating on the side, he had long heard that the disciples in the inner gate were all a group of crazy people, and they all cultivated regardless of their lives, and the experience of this battle was far from being comparable, and they often tried their best when they were studying with their brothers, all of them were outright violent, and now they looked at it, and they really lived up to their reputation. Thinking of this, Leng Yu couldn't help but pray silently for the disciples of the Xianling Sect opposite, praying that these senior brothers of the inner sect would be merciful and not make a big deal about this matter.