"Oh? Haha, it seems that the judgment of the fifth senior brother is not very accurate. The fifth senior brother in the purple-haired young man's mouth naturally refers to the gray-clothed man who intercepted Qingyun and Xiaolong in the Great Yan Sect that night, Guo Fan, the fifth disciple of Yanxiang. And the person in front of him is the tenth disciple Cheng Chuan. Qingyun knew that a bitter battle was inevitable today. Xiaolong had just recovered most of his life, and his secret technique would never let him use it until he had to. Thinking of this, he stopped talking nonsense, and directly "burst out" and slashed at Cheng Chuan.

Cheng Chuan's eyes showed disdain, and he just stretched out his palm to easily resist this slash. Immediately, a fire bomb exploded in his hand, blowing up all the bursts of Qingyun. Qingyun naturally knew that it would be impossible to defeat the person in front of him with this sudden rift alone. Quickly stretched forward with one arm, "stabbed", and with a soft shout, the dark black qi spun and immediately blasted towards Cheng Chuan. As Qingyun's cultivation improved, the color of this aura also changed from dark gray to dark black, and its power increased greatly.

Cheng Chuan saw that this anger was three or four zhang thick, and immediately put away his contempt, and pinched his hands and shouted: "Dance of the Fire Snake." A huge flame snake about seven or eight feet long opened its huge mouth and swallowed the dark gray qi storm. With a shocking roar, the flame snake collided with the qi storm, and the huge impact instantly swept away all the stone houses in this small mountain village......

Qingyun did not pause, and an arrow stepped forward, and another "thrust" was issued. As long as the spiritual power in his body is sufficient, his thrust can be continuously and instantaneously released, but it consumes extremely spiritual power. As soon as Cheng Chuan calmed down, he saw another spiritual power storm that was thicker than the first one flying wildly, and immediately condensed his hands and roared: "The Fury of the Yan Lion", a fire lion about five or six feet tall transformed behind him and roared forward and rushed forward, instantly colliding with the dark black qi storm again. One red and one black are particularly dazzling in mid-air.

In less than a breath, after the fire lion broke away the qi storm, it continued to rush towards Qingyun. The people watching the battle below were all worried about Qingyun. Qingyun's face did not change, his feet were slightly separated, and his arms were spread forward, as if he was waiting for the arrival of the huge mouth of the fire lion.

At the moment when the fire lion swallowed Qingyun, I saw that his arms suddenly overflowed with a large amount of spiritual power, quickly covering the fire lion's head...... In a moment, the spiritual power emitted by Qingyun covered the entire head of this fire lion. Qingyun roared: "Give me condensation", only to see that the fire lion five or six zhang tall actually began to shrink slowly, and in less than a while, it shrank to only two zhang in size.

Cheng Chuan looked at the incredible scene in front of him and was stunned. He could barely accept the devouring of the fire lion with his physical body alone, but then forcibly compressed the fire lion he emitted, he ...... Shocked. Before he could recover from his surprise, the compressed fire lion was unexpectedly rushed towards him by Qingyun with a wave of both hands.

"How is that possible?" Cheng Chuan was shocked, which made his thinking a little unable to keep up. He didn't have time to think about anything else, so he immediately took out a round shield from the storage bag and held it against his chest. With a "click", the shield only resisted for a few breaths before it began to shatter. Cheng Chuan felt a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart. He was too careless, thinking that Qingyun was not married, so he was sure that he was definitely not his opponent.

With a "snap", the round shield completely shattered, but it also neutralized most of the power that rebounded back, Cheng Chuan forcibly suppressed a mouthful of blood, and was a little furious.

"Hmph, I really underestimated you. As he spoke, there was an extra fiery red round hook in his hand, which was bent into a half-moon shape, which looked very strange.

Qingyun saw that the purple-haired young man was just a defensive magic weapon destroyed, and he couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart. He fought hard to resist the blow with his physical injury, and issued a rebound technique that he had been groping for more than three years, and at this time, the spiritual power in his body was almost consumed, and the young man in front of him was unscathed. The Infant Monk is indeed powerful.

He quickly took out a pill of Blood Life Pill and swallowed it, and almost without pause, he retreated the Locking Heaven Sword and shouted: "Sudden Flash"!

A gray air bomb rushed out like a cannonball and smashed into Cheng Chuan, who had just taken out the fiery red round hook. Cheng Chuan was secretly shocked, he didn't expect the other party to have a back move, he didn't dare to hold it up, and immediately raised his hook to block. I only heard a shocking explosion of "bang", and as the smoke dissipated, Cheng Chuan was distracted and embarrassed.

I saw that the blood on his hooked arm was dripping down. The other hand was even more bloody and fleshy, hanging there as if it had been broken, motionless. Cheng Chuan's face was hideous, his anger was monstrous, and he raised the round hook and shouted: "Give me death!" I saw the flames on the hook body burning, and a huge pillar of fire gradually took shape.

"Flame Collapse!" Cheng Chuan shouted, and the pillar of fire shot straight into the clouds.

Qingyun's clothes were scorched black at this time, and there was not much spiritual power left in his body, and he stood tall with a strong breath. When he saw this pillar of fire coming, he immediately dodged quickly. The pillar of fire passed by, and before Qingyun could get lucky, he only heard a "boom", and the pillar of fire exploded, and the split fire blade stabbed into Qingyun's body. Rao is Qingyun's body is strong, and he was also deeply pierced into the flesh by this fire blade, and he was in pain. At this moment, half of his body was covered with blood holes, and some red blood was flowing out of the black.

"Not dead yet?" Cheng Chuan almost ran away. This burst of flame was already the limit of what he could send. Seeing that Qingyun was only half of his body injured, he was even more furious. "Twin fire bombs!" Cheng Chuan flicked his hook, and two huge fireballs flew towards Qingyun.

"Young Master, swing your thrust again. "Suotian suddenly transmitted. When Qingyun heard this, he didn't hesitate without any hesitation, and shouted heavily: "Thrust." I saw a black and red qi storm that was only the thickness of an arm, like lightning, split the pair of fire bullets and shot at Cheng Chuan. Cheng Chuan's eyes showed despair, the speed of this air storm was beyond his imagination. With reluctance, he watched as the air burst through his body and exploded. A small red figure fled frantically towards the northwest with a hatred on his face, and at the same time crushed a jade slip.

Qingyun suddenly fell headlong down, smashing a deep pit into the ground. The spiritual power in his body has been completely depleted. Outside the sword of the lock sky, he also had a languishing face. He quickly took out a Blood Life Pill and gave it to Qingyun, and injected spiritual power into Qingyun's body. After a long time, Qingyun gradually regained some strength, and immediately rolled all the things in the house into the storage ring, and led everyone to the direction of the town.

After walking for less than an hour, a very steep mountain stream appeared in front of everyone. This mountain stream is the only way to Lelin Town. Qingyun led everyone to walk up to the chain bridge on the mountain stream, when suddenly a white light array suddenly appeared in mid-air, and with a wave of ripples, a bald man walked out of it.