Fang Yan was in the eye of the storm, the wind was howling in his ears, and the thunder was rolling overhead, and the scene of the lotus pond was already blurred. However, Fang Yan didn't suffer any injuries, he just frowned and looked at the wind that was grounded in the sky, and after a while, he tried to urge the sword intent on his shoulder to roll into his body.

Fang Yan could now integrate up to two traces of sword intent into his blood aperture, and he estimated that if he integrated all the sword intent into his body, he would probably have to wait for the day when all his nine blood apertures would break through.

At this time, the sword intent rolled into the purple palace and Guan Chong's two blood holes, Fang Yan gritted his teeth and punched, and a punch blasted out of the sword intent one after another, the wind pressure in front of him paused, and then roared up, but Fang Yan was stunned, he felt that the sword intent was obviously condensed after it was withdrawn.

The boy exhaled and punched again.

After the two fists came down, there was no change in the chaotic wind, but Fang Yan's eyes were happy, he had a bottom in his heart, this wind pressure could indeed be used to sharpen his sword intent and fist intent.

The thunder sea roared, this chaotic wind did not stop for half a minute, Fang Yan simply took a step when practicing boxing, suppressed the sword intent of each punch to the minimum, punched out, and practiced Xu Tang's own boxing method.

Fang Yan never let go of any opportunity, on weekdays, he would silently use qi and blood to nourish the blood embryo of the Yuan Infant on the road, and after the cultivation, he would not forget to put on the gestures of the old Taoist teaching, and temper his body all the time.

The boy himself knows that his body is congenitally weak, and he is already lagging behind others, so he must not relax a little.

In the next three days, Fang Yan adjusted the blood aperture while punching, he was now rich in eight blood orifices, and he faintly had a tendency to break through the ninth blood aperture, at this time, the run-in between the sword intent and the blood aperture was more close, the silver-white blood aperture rotated, and the slightest sword intent flowed down, washing the sword fetus of the flesh.

However, Fang Yan also felt that the wind power of this chaotic wind had decreased, and although there was no way to break it, the young man stabilized his mentality, quietly practiced boxing and waited.

"Rebel ......"

Suddenly, Fang Yan's alarm was loud, and the thunder above suddenly sounded, and then one by one figures wearing golden armor fell from the sky.

"Kill!" the golden armor roared in unison.

"Still coming?!" Fang Yan was stunned and looked at the armor that followed him, he had nowhere to dodge in the eye of the wind, the young man sighed, suddenly put out a fist fight, and threw a punch towards the golden armor that rushed straight forward.

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In the eyes of the same tornado, the purple-clothed boy, Xu Tangtang, the little girl in the Taoist robe, and even the black-robed old man were all subjected to the same situation, and countless golden armor came out of the thunder sea or the pool below, and pounced on everyone.

And Lin Haoran's place, this fortune teller somehow actually broke through the upside down, his scalp was numb at the moment, and he ran wildly, and behind him, countless golden armor looked at Lin Haoran's figure blankly.

"It's interesting, I actually broke through the chaotic wind with a heroic righteousness, I want this body!" A voice came out faintly, and I couldn't hear the slightest emotion, and those golden armors seemed to have been instructed, and strode towards Lin Haoran.

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On the other side, several monks divided into two forces, standing on the lotus leaves, swords rattling.

"Liushui Pavilion, you and Bi Shuizong have teamed up to rob me of the opportunity, aren't you afraid that I will tell the elders when I go out?!" a young man glared at the people in front of him.

The more than ten mountain qi cultivators in front of him were wearing two kinds of Taoist robes, they were disciples of the Liushui Pavilion and the Bishui Sect, and a slender young man standing in front of him squinted his eyes and looked at the opposite side with a sneer, "Do you think that our two factions have joined forces, and you still have a chance to go out?" Hand over the lotus stems you get, and I will consider letting you die a decent death." ”

Several disciples on the other side looked a little sad and indignant, they were disciples of Diximen, they were originally looking for opportunities separately, but they had no choice but to bump into these people on the other side and wanted to rob their lotus stems.

The lotus flowers in this small lotus cave are all condensed by the lotus saint's scars, and these small sect disciples come here to practice, although they can't take away the lotus body, but they can still pick some lotus stems that contain spiritual power. Fang Yan's five people's vision was not high, but in the eyes of these small sect disciples, these lotus stems were already very valuable.

"What's going on?" A loud voice fell from the sky in the distance, and a person stepped on a flying sword and swept over the rows of lotus leaves, landing in front of the disciples of Dixi Sect.

"Senior Brother Lu!" these Diximen disciples were overjoyed and shouted in unison, while the young man on the other side was staring, "You are Lu Sanli?"

When the disciples of the Liushui Pavilion and the Bishui Sect heard this, they all looked at this mediocre-looking young man, in the battle of the Lanzhou Blood Barbarian Illusion Realm, all the participating sects suffered heavy casualties, among which the fallen Qi Condensation disciples were countless, but these sects did not slump because of this, the momentum rose, and the disciples who came back alive were valued by many major sects and listed as key training targets.

Liushui Pavilion and Bi Shuizong did not participate in the battle of the Blood Barbarian Illusion Realm, so they were extremely vigilant against Diximen, and this trip to the Cave Heaven also had the intention of suppressing it

Lu Sanli looked around, and the disciples who were swept away were like mangs on their backs, and they didn't dare to speak provocatively for a while.

Lu Sanli sneered, but secretly complained in his heart. He can be regarded as picking up a big bargain, when a group of people wanted to capture Hua Weijian and Sultan Yun in the Blood Barbarian Fantasy Realm, but they were beaten by two girls, and they started the errand of being a cow and a horse. Lu Sanli was very indignant at first, but then the entire Blood Barbarian Illusion collapsed, and Lu Sanli was extremely glad that he escaped by following Hua Weijian and the others.

In the end, he faced the Blood Barbarian Ancestor, he didn't make much effort because his strength was too weak, and after he came back, he got the resources in the sect to tilt, and his cultivation also reached the eighth layer of condensation, and it was not very far from the ninth layer. In addition, he himself bragged about meeting others, and he even bought the help of other people who entered the Blood Barbarian Illusion with him, and suddenly became infinitely tall in the hearts of all the disciples.

However, he is only an eighth-layer condensation, and he knows that the demons in the eyes of others are all like Hua Weijian and Bei Mochen, and he can't even shine their shoes. Now facing a large number of realms, Lu Sanli is inevitably stunned, but with so many fellow disciples watching behind him, he patted his chest and said, "Everyone, ......"

Before the words fell, he was interrupted by the young man in the distance, only to see the young man draw his sword, his eyes showed strange light, and said loudly: "Lu Sanli, we originally wanted to go to you, but you sent it to the door yourself, everyone listen, the rest of Diximen don't care, if I pick this Lu Sanli's head today, it will definitely be a great achievement when I go back!"

Everyone suddenly looked at Lu Sanli's head, their eyes were covetous, and someone directly sacrificed the magic weapon, resounding Lu Sanli.

Lu Sanli was stunned, his heart was furious, he turned his head to ask for help from his peers, but found that they were moved one by one, "Senior Brother Lu, you are willing to use yourself as bait to save us." ”

"Senior Brother Lu, beat them!" Behind them, the people in Diximen actually began to cheer for Lu Sanli.

Lu Sanli almost choked himself to death with a mouthful of old blood, why did he want to do this majesty, his regretful intestines were blue, and seeing countless magic weapons falling, he turned around decisively and ran away, while shouting, "Don't force me to do it, I came out of the Blood Barbarian Illusion!"

"It doesn't matter if you came out of there or not, you can still beat us so much by yourself, you guys will kill him!" Seeing him fleeing, the young man who took the lead was relieved, and said with a sneer, as soon as the words fell, several eighth-layer disciples of condensation Qi suddenly killed Lu Sanli.

"Help!" Lu Sanli was so frightened that he saw so many disciples with the same cultivation as himself killing him. The people of Diximen on the side shouted Senior Brother Lu on the one hand, and retreated decisively, what if Senior Brother Lu made a gong and hurt them, this was the first thought of all Diximen disciples.

Lu Sanli wanted to cry without tears, seeing these people getting closer and closer, he was just about to beg for mercy, when a roar suddenly came out from above, and then the thunder sea shook suddenly, and a huge tornado fell from the sky and landed in the middle of the lotus leaf.

Everyone's faces changed drastically, and they fled in all directions, seeing that the tornado was circling and raging, and slowly dissipated after a long time, due to everyone's gaze, countless golden armor were holding weapons, and the aura emanating from their bodies was so strong that these disciples of the First Realm gasped one after another, and their hairs stood on end.

And in the center, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in white clothes and long sleeves stepped forward and punched, and each punch would blast a golden armor away, which was extremely chic.

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