Zhou Hongyong's face changed suddenly, and he secretly cursed a madman in his heart, this guy made it clear that he would rather resist the attacks of a few people than hurt himself like a madman, and he did not hesitate to die together.

At this time, Zhou Hongyong still didn't understand why he scolded Zhao Jiuge again and again at the beginning, but Zhao Jiuge didn't react, which made it clear that he had just decided to kill himself.

Thinking of this, Zhou Hongyong didn't care about the distraction of his mind and delaying the arrangement of the spirit array, but went all out to output the defense of the spiritual power keeper Dari Immortal Bell.

In this blindness, Zhao Jiuge had already stepped forward, and the two were only a foot apart, and Zhou Hongyong could clearly see the sneer on Zhao Jiuge's hideous face.

With a hand stab, the tip of the 'Cold Shadow' sword moved forward, and under the continuous widening of Zhou Hongyong's pupils, it directly hit Zhou Hongyong's body.

The sword qi could not hurt Zhou Hongyong, which was also expected by Zhao Jiuge, his original intention at the beginning was to personally attack Zhou Hongyong with this natal flying sword in his hand, just to try the power of this superb spiritual weapon flying sword.

Even if it is protected by the two layers of light curtain of the Great Sun Immortal Bell, Zhou Hongyong's skin has already vaguely felt the stinging sensation of the skin, even at this time, Zhou Hongyong still does not give up the spirit array that has been arranged before, but gritted his teeth and resisted, still hoping to resist this sword in his heart, waiting for the arrival of the rest of the rescue, but it is precisely this mistake that he did not give up the arrangement of the spirit array, and used all his strength to defend □, which led to his dismal end.

"Click..."

When the 'Cold Darkness' pierced into the yellow light curtain, the sharp qi around the sword body directly stirred, directly shattering the outermost light curtain.

After a few moments, it pierced into the second layer of light curtains, and the light curtains with a slightly lighter color inside broke open one after another before they could last a breath.

Zhou Hongyong's pupils shrank, and he only felt as if he had been pricked by needles, and the flowing sword qi was already visible to the naked eye. This time, the 'Cold Underworld' holding the best spiritual weapon directly swept through the defense of this Great Sun Immortal Bell, and replaced it with an ordinary spiritual weapon flying sword, which was unthinkable.

Zhou Hongyong's whole scalp was numb, and he felt the pain all over his body, Zhou Hongyong knew at this time that Zhao Jiuge, who had been despised by himself, had undergone earth-shaking changes in his overall strength in the past few months, and at this point, he had to look up to him.

"Flutter..."

In the next moment, the more than six-foot-long 'cold shadow' directly penetrated Zhou Hongyong's chest, and the ink-colored robe he was wearing was dyed red by blood donation, like a freshly painted plum, desolate and beautiful.

"Didn't you say that you weren't convinced, what could I do with you? Now you know. ”

Zhao Jiuge moved his head forward a little, and said in a cold tone, looking at Zhou Hongyong with emotionless eyes because of the pain.

Zhou Hongyong's eyes widened, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything, and his consciousness finally stayed at this moment.

After saying this, Zhao Jiuge violently pulled out the 'cold shadow' in his hand, raised his right foot and bent his knee, and then kicked hard, Zhou Hongyong was like a dead grass floating in the air, and then fell to the ground with a bang, his whole body twitched a few times and there was no movement, his whole breath was sluggish, and it seemed that he was not much better if he didn't die.

Fortunately, Zhao Jiuge, who was angry, did not lose his calm, but just stabbed a sword into his chest, if this sword pierced into the dantian and injured the elixir, then Zhou Hongyong's whole person would not die, and it would be considered a waste.

The disciples who watched looked at each other, but they didn't expect that as soon as they made a move, Zhou Hongyong's life and death were unknown, and no one dared to say bad things about Zhao Jiuge at this moment, because he had already proved himself with his strength, and this time he was even cleaner than the last duel against Zhou Hongyong, and obviously there was another leap in strength.

On the white jade staircase, Du Jun's face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water, but he didn't say anything.

Zhou Hongyong, who was seriously injured, was naturally carried down by someone to treat him quickly, but although the person could be cured, the shadow left by this slap in the face could not be dissipated in a day or two.

"This Zhao Jiuge is too ruthless, the disciples of the sect can't fight each other, even if Hongyong is okay this week, it is estimated that he will delay half a year of cultivation. Elder Changfeng frowned and said with an unhappy expression, he saw that Zhao Jiuge was not pleasing to the eye, so naturally he would not let go of any opportunity to target.

The rest of the people next to him had different expressions, except for Zhang Xu who laughed a few times there, most of the rest were more concerned about the situation in the field.

"Isn't this a dead hand, don't worry, there are so many of us here, if we can still die, then we have lived for so many years in vain, let them continue to play, let's not bother." Elder Xiaofeng didn't twist his head, and said lightly, although his voice was very soft, but with a sense of majesty.

Elder Changfeng immediately closed his mouth in amusement, and he had already made up his mind not to say much, it seemed that Elder Xiaofeng had been tactfully defending Zhao Jiuge today, and he simply focused on his apprentice Wang Yong.

"Laugh at the fart, this is just the beginning, don't forget that we still have a Fang Qiwen in Xuanqi Peak, you better take care of your two apprentices. ”

Perhaps because the smile on Zhang Xu's face on the side had never diminished, Du Jun finally couldn't help but scold a few words, thinking that his only top-ranked apprentice thought that he would lose in such a way, and the unhappiness between his eyebrows became even stronger.

And at this moment, Zhang Xu's face was still smiling, because he was in a good mood, and he didn't bother to pay attention to Du Jun, Guo Liangliang and Chen Hailong were both his apprentices, how could he not be happy, this time he was counting on his two apprentices to show their faces for themselves.

And at this time, the situation in the field has changed again, and everyone can't help but be enthusiastic, when Zhao Jiuge hit Zhou Hongyong hard, the criss-crossing sword qi released by the other four people behind him has already rushed in.

Facing the sword aura with a strong killing aura, Zhao Jiu Ge naturally sensed it, and in the face of this unavoidable situation, he naturally knew that the moment he stabbed the flying sword into Zhou Hongyong's body, Zhao Jiu Ge had already weighed the pros and cons in his heart.

That eight-rank spirit pill had been quietly suspended in the void above Zhao Jiuge's head, and no matter how he moved, it had been floating with it.

Fang Qiwen's several sword qi had already blinked in the blink of an eye, and when he was about to tear through Zhao Jiuge's body, a purple-blue aura poured out, mixed with thunder and roar.

Although Zhao Jiuge had given up his defensive preparations before, he was naturally not stupid enough to let others attack, and the Purple Pole Mixed Thunder Armor he wore on his body immediately exerted his power.

Those few fierce sword qi were instantly submerged in the thunder light of the Purple Extreme Mixed Thunder Armor, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Jiuge had already turned around, and the 'Cold Darkness' in his hand had already blazed with spiritual light.

In the face of everyone's joint efforts, even Zhao Jiuge knew that he didn't have much chance of winning, and the more he dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be to himself, if he wanted to seize this small chance of victory, he had to use the power of thunder to solve a few people, otherwise even if he had an eight-grade spirit pill, facing five disciples in the spirit pill realm and all carrying several spirit weapons, they were all so pale and powerless.

Obviously, everything is still under Zhao Jiuge's control, and he has directly used the characteristics of the spirit weapon to the fullest, but the only regret in his heart is that the spirit weapon can only exert its power when it reaches the Yuan Infant Realm.

The 'Cold Nether' in his hand continued to wave, and the silver sword qi continued to emanate, and now for the comprehension of the Xuantian Sword Duel, Zhao Jiuge has made a qualitative leap, naturally not weaker than these inner disciples, coupled with the instinctive power of the 'Cold Nether' in his hand, even in the face of the sword qi of the four people, Zhao Jiuge can still maintain the wind, but this is only temporary.

After dissolving the heavenly sword qi of the four of them, the aura in his body completely tumbled, and Zhao Jiuge, who was engrossed in urging the golden-veined dragon, did not notice that the dark ink-colored Pixiu jade pendant on the waist of the black brocade robe suddenly lit up.

This time, the brightness was more obvious than the previous ones, but it was covered by the flickering brilliance in the field, and when the Pixiu jade pendant lit up, it actually revealed the aura of a magic weapon!

However, as the dragon's groan sounded, the light of this jade pendant suddenly converged, and the aura that had just been revealed suddenly dissipated, and suddenly returned to its previous ordinary appearance.

The dragon roared, glittering with gold.

It was Zhao Jiuge's fame, the Golden Pattern Wandering Dragon, but as he entered the sect, he had cultivated from two to four, and every time he competed, the number increased.

When the four golden-veined dragons were arrogantly entrenched in the air, the dragons' groans intertwined with each other, emitting a deafening sound, and the momentum completely shocked some of the disciples.

Time is victory, often in the blink of an eye, winning or losing, Zhao Jiu Ge naturally would not make such a mistake, when the four golden dragons appeared, Zhao Jiu Ge urged them to attack.

Seeing the four sudden golden-veined swimming dragons, Fang Qiwen immediately took precautions without hesitation because he had seen the power of this golden-veined swimming dragon last time.

As soon as Wang Yong saw the golden-veined dragon and felt the smile in his heart, he gave up the attack and defended decisively.

Only Guo Liangliang and Chen Hailong were still looking at this sudden scene in a daze, a little stunned, but such a short moment made them miss the time to prepare.

The four golden-veined dragons went towards the four of them respectively, and when Guo Liangliang and Fang Qiwen reacted, it was already too late to make measures.

The corners of Tie Hong's mouth in the distance had already subconsciously hung up a smile, and when she saw that Zhao Jiuge's cultivation controlled the situation of the scene, and everything was developing in the direction of his control, she knew that the little junior brother should win without an accident.

Meimu looked at the young man deeply, and couldn't help but think of the first time she saw the little junior brother in Qingrong Town, and then there was some sighing in her eyes, unconsciously the little junior brother had grown up, and she was advancing by leaps and bounds in all aspects, and she was already old.

In the slender and white palm of her right hand, she kept playing with a small transparent sword the size of a finger, and the entire small sword was crystal clear, some of which were similar to the three sword qi marks that the waning moon rewarded Zhao Jiuge, but this transparent small sword was not aggressive, it was purely a symbolic item.

It is a rune that can only be worn by the chief disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and it is replaced every two hundred years, so this rune of the Xuantian Sword Gate has naturally been handed down to many hands, or it won't be long before this rune that has been with her for two hundred years will be handed over to her junior brother.

For some reason, Tie Hongya looked at the heroic and delicate figure in the field, and there was a brief blur in her eyes.

"I was born before I was born,"

"Junsheng, I'm old. ”

"Hate is not born at the same time,"

"Every day and every day. ”

The eyes of the confused red Aya muttered these words, Wu Tianshan's eyes on the side jumped, his face changed greatly, his eyes revealed a shocked look, and a terrible conjecture suddenly appeared in his heart!

Even Tie Hongya didn't know why she suddenly had such an idea, maybe it was because Qing Xiu, who had been alone for many years, was too lonely, or maybe because she saw Zhao Jiuge's young and delicate smile for the first time.

After many days of getting along with Lotus Peak, the moment Zhao Jiuge put the purple hosta on her green silk, there was an extra figure in her heart, and she didn't know what this feeling was, because of the taboo of identity, so she didn't bother to think about it.

As long as you can occasionally look at that figure, maybe it's just to be able to have a kind of sustenance in your heart!

The shocking situation in the field did not stop because of this small episode.

Several muffled noises suddenly came from the field.