The two of them have been bombarded together, and it is still hazy, and it is difficult for outsiders to find out what is going on, so they can only judge that the two of them are in a stalemate by the flash of vague breath, and among the people watching the battle, the Liang Miao Dao race who has already seen the strength of the dialect before has no unusual performance, but the other people are not like this.

Needless to say, those few followers were already surprised by the strength shown by the dialect, even the ghost yin who had already inquired about the previous battle from Qiu Lanzi also showed a bit of solemnity on his face, but after a while, as several black mist and smoke flew out, he didn't move into the hazy formation, and after a little probing, the ghost yin didn't move like a mountain, waiting quietly.

Shanqiao Daoist looked at the situation over there, and then looked at the Cangdao who was standing peacefully on one side, and it was clearly a look of a bamboo in his chest, and he couldn't help but send a divine message to Lu Nanzi not far from his side: "Lu Daoyou, are you familiar with this Fang Daoyou?"

"It's fine. Lu Nanzi stared at the battle over there, just answered, but did not elaborate, the people present thought that he and Cangdao knew the dialect best, and he was the one who shook the most at the moment, although he had heard that dialect had fought with that kind of Taoist before, and even had the upper hand, Lu Nanzi didn't think that dialect really had that kind of strength, maybe it was relying on the power of magic weapons, but at this moment Lu Nanzi didn't have such an idea, whether it was this formation arranged just a moment, or the movement with Qiu Lanzi at the moment, it was a real strength。

Seeing that Lu Nanzi had no intention of talking to himself, Shanqiao Daoist simply stopped talking, and also turned his attention to the haze over there, if he didn't care a little before, after seeing that Fang Yan had such strength, Shanqiao Daoist had a few more thoughts in his heart, after all, he was also involved in the matter back then, and it was difficult to say that the junior who really had the strength to compete with the mid-stage monk of distraction would not have any other thoughts.

On the other side, the Liang Miao Dao people and the Dao people were also transmitting divine consciousness messages to each other.

"Liang Miao Daoyou, can Qiu Lanzi be sure this time?"

"Last time, that person won by luck, this time as long as Qiu Lanzi is careful and avoids that strange magic weapon, he will definitely have the upper hand, and when the time comes, we will not be able to benefit from it. ”

But looking at Kura Daohe's expression, he didn't seem to be worried about the battle situation. "The people of Cangdao have a deep awe for Cangdaohe, and it is at this time that he still pays attention to Cangdaohe's every move.

Hearing the words of the Seed Trunk Daoist, Liang Miao Daoist couldn't help but glance at Cang Daohe over there, just as the Seed Trunk Daoist said, Cang Daohe did not have the slightest nervousness on his face, but a slight smile on his face, is he really so confident? In any case, that person is just a distraction in the early stage of cultivation, and he doesn't care about winning or losing this battle at all? Liang Miao Daoren, who couldn't figure it out, shook his head, and then sent a message to his companion Seed Trunk Daoist:" Don't worry about it, there is a ghost yin on the side, we just need to wait quietly, the ghost yin found us, but it was not just to let Qiu Lanzi go to gamble again. ”

"It's just that the cangdao and the strength ......" The people were still a little uneasy, but they also paused and stopped talking.

Everyone stared at the haze over there with different thoughts, and the slightest vibration came out from time to time, and occasionally, there were Dao Dao sword lights shuttling out from it, you can imagine the fierceness of the battle situation, seeing that the hazy range was constantly being strangled by the Dao Dao sword light that flashed from time to time to narrow the range, everyone had their own thoughts in their hearts, and the power of Dao art containing will, anyone here knew what it meant, although it was rare for dialects to be able to resist the power of this Dao for so long, but this should also be his limit.

As many people thought in their hearts, suddenly, a powerful sword light suddenly flashed, flashing again and again, cutting through the haze again, and then slashing towards the empty place on the side, and at the same time, Qiu Lanzi's shouting voice also came out: "Look at what other means you have, don't you still want to repeat the old trick?"

Everyone heard Qiu Lanzi's shouting voice, and even if they turned their divine sense gaze to the place where the sword light was swinging, there were many people who were interested in how the previous dialect had imprisoned Qiu Lanzi, a distracted mid-stage monk, and in the sweep of divine consciousness, there seemed to be a faint fluctuation in the blur, but what kind of means and magic weapons were difficult to detect.

At this moment, Qiu Lanzi's shouting voice suddenly sounded again, this time it was not the previous confidence, but a miserable voice.

The figure of the dialect suddenly appeared from the haze, and then there was a power that suddenly flashed and then disappeared, another power of magic.

Sensing this fleeting Dao power, the expressions on everyone's faces immediately changed.

"How can this be? How can this be?" Liang Miao, a Daoist who had already learned from Qiu Lanzi that there were Dao techniques in the dialect, even exclaimed, the Dao power just now, where was the little power that Qiu Lanzi said before, it was not worse than Qiu Lanzi's sword light, and even surpassed, but in a hurry, he didn't find out what kind of existence it was, it seemed to be a black light.

Not only them, but the Shanqiao Dao people also showed a look of surprise, even Cangdao and his face, who knew that the dialect should have hole cards, was no longer calm before, the power of Taoism, when did it become so cheap, Qiu Lanzi realized that Taoism was not a secret, and everyone before did not look surprised, but the dialect actually gave out the power of Taoism, but it was beyond their expectations.

And the biggest change in his expression was Lu Nanzi, muttering to himself, I don't know what he was saying, looking at his expression, it was nothing more than words like I couldn't believe it.

Everything seemed to be a passage of time, a scene a few days ago appeared again, only this time it was no longer the same as last time, and in an instant, as a black light flashed again, the power of the Dao technique was re-revealed, Qiu Lanzi's miserable voice sounded again, much more poignant than the one just now, and his body was hit by this power again, heading towards the place where his sword light had slashed just now.

"Just do it again, can you still be trapped in me?" Suddenly, in an instant, many monks saw Qiu Lanzi's figure suddenly flash out of the haze, and then suddenly disappear again.

What is slightly different from the last time is that at the moment when Qiu Lanzi's figure disappeared, he suddenly shouted, and then a black mist suddenly came out of his hand, and it caged towards Fang Yan, and went straight into Fang Yan's body, and even Fang Yan's defense did not resist a single bit, if it weren't for the hazy aura at this moment that Qiu Lanzi had just unfolded by the sword light just now, I am afraid that no one would be able to see this breath clearly.

"Ghost Yinzi?" Seeing such a scene, Cang Daohe was stunned for a moment, and then snorted coldly.

"Cang Daoyou, Qiu Lanzi Daoyou just borrowed a magic weapon from me, it seems that there is nothing here. Hearing Cang Daohe's voice, Ghost Yin Zi also said coldly, he had been ridiculed by Cang Dao and several times before, and at this moment Ghost Yin Zi seemed to have found an opportunity, even if he refuted it, but his expression quickly changed again, not because of the Dao power of the dialect, but because the dialect did not fall as he expected.

Fang Yan not only did not fall, but was very energetic, and after a blow knocked Qiu Lanzi into the magic weapon space of the Senran Scroll again, the corners of his mouth raised slightly and said: "What about the reuse of the old technique, you can try to see if you can still kill it." ”

As he spoke, the hazy aura that had been cut off by Qiu Lanzi closed again, enveloping the dialect's figure again.

"Ghost Yin Zi Daoist?" A trace of uneasiness suddenly flashed in his heart, and Liang Miao Daoist sent a divine sense towards Ghost Yinzi, but found that Ghost Yin Zi had no mind at all, and the black mist was churning all over his body, and his flickering face showed an anxious look.

But in a moment, an exclamation sounded from the cultivator: "Qiu Lanzi has fallen?"

As if to cooperate with the words of the Daoist, as soon as his voice fell, the others did not have time to be shocked, and the hazy aura over there had already dispersed, revealing the dialect in it.

"Last time, there was no winner, but this time it should be a winner. The dialect that appeared was thrown out, and then a body was thrown out by him, who was not Qiu Lanzi.