I saw that Leng Rufeng was already lying in a pool of blood, the blue sword robe had already been torn into multiple cuts, and the blue cloth was full of bloodstains, even if there were so many wounds on his body, Leng Rufeng on the ground gritted his teeth stubbornly, frowned tightly, and forced himself not to make a sound, sweat had already covered Leng Rufeng's forehead, and his delicate facial features were a little distorted because of pain.

Zhao Jiuge looked back at Zhang Pingquan's smile with pleasure, where he didn't understand what was going on, Leng Rufeng was barely able to deal with the two of them, not to mention dealing with these five at the same time, it was strange not to be beaten like this, these three strange teenagers, without thinking about it, knew that it was Chen Jie that Zhang Pingquan had said before.

"The people of Xuanqi Peak, Lao Tzu fucks your uncle. Zhao Jiuge roared hysterically, his face was hideous, and after he finished yelling, with the anger in his heart, he strode towards Ling Longbiao.

Solved the three disciples of Xuanqi Peak, and at this moment there are still nine disciples of Xuanqi Peak on the top of the mountain, Zhao Jiuge can't wait to beat the disciples of Xuantian Peak to death one by one now, but before that, he has to deal with Ling Longbiao!

Xuantian Peak Square.

More than 1,000 people saw Leng Rufeng being beaten into that appearance, one by one they were filled with righteous indignation, and their faces were full of atmosphere, and those with a bad temper had already begun to scold, threatening to scold the disciples of Xuanqifeng no matter who they saw in the future, they would be beaten by the pain, and more of them clenched their fists tightly, holding their breath and continuing to watch the development of things.

At this moment, the disciples of Xuantian Peak, no matter who they were, were lifted up in their hearts, and they looked at the top of Wuhua Peak nervously.

Fate made them gather in the Xuantian Sword Gate to cultivate together, and the honor of Xuantian Peak made their hearts tightly together.

"Third Senior Brother, do you say that Xuantian Peak can still keep his ranking this time. The cute Sasha's white little face asked with some concern.

"I don't know, look at it first, and we'll know later. Wu Kaishan frowned slightly and shook his head.

Shasha was silent, and shouted softly in her heart, come on, little junior brother.

Zhao Jiuge looked indifferent, looked at Ling Longbiao, and then didn't talk nonsense, with the golden light of his whole body, he rolled up the residual spiritual power, and urged the effect of the Sanskrit Sound Holy Body to the extreme, rushing towards Ling Longbiao, before Chen Jie and the five people could not react, he had to solve Ling Longbiao.

Because Zhao Jiuge's whole person was not good, he was angry, and even the phantom of the laughing Buddha around his body looked a lot more solemn, no matter whether Zhao Jiuge ran or walked, this phantom always enveloped him firmly.

Although Ling Longbiao, who was burned by the Zijin True Fire, successfully resisted the fire in the sky, but his white, tender and delicate face was already a little blackened, and even half of the haired boy was slightly curled, which was a sign that he had been burned a little, Ling Longbiao sniffed his nose and smelled a mushy smell, which made his emotions that had just calmed down from his heart rise again, and there was no anger in his heart, it was a lie, and he was cleaned up by Zhao Jiuge again and again.

Seeing Zhao Jiuge running towards him again, Ling Longbiao licked his lips, and a touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. Urging the spiritual power in his body hard, the golden spirit weapon flying sword in his hand was still dazzling, and he was also in the middle stage of the foundation building realm, he didn't believe that he was worse than Zhao Jiuge, not to mention that what he was holding in his hand was a spiritual weapon! With such thoughts, Ling Longbiao also took the anger in his heart, and hedged against Zhao Jiuge, wanting to compete.

The fluorescence around the golden flying sword in his hand had already flowed rapidly, and the sword body trembled slightly because of the output of spiritual power, and with a soft groan.

But at this moment, Zhao Jiuge, who was furious, stared at him with horizontal eyebrows, with a little anger, rolling up the arrogant golden aura, with a mysterious smiling Buddha phantom, how could it be comparable to him.

The air was full of distorted light curtains because of Zhao Jiuge's menacing running. The little spiritual power left in Zhao Jiuge's body was also rapidly declining and consuming.

"Ahh

With an angry roar, Zhao Jiuge clenched his fists, surrounded by golden spiritual light, and in the nervous expressions of everyone, he blasted towards the spirit weapon flying sword that Ling Longbiao wielded.

"Bang..."

A loud roar, with the sound of Jin Ge iron colliding, came from the top of this Wuhua Peak, and then the sound began from the top of the mountain and ended around.

This time, Ling Longbiao's tiger mouth integrated his right hand, all of them were cracked, and blood overflowed, because of the influence of the breath in his body, his chest was stuffy, his throat was sweet, and the corners of his mouth were all bleeding blood.

Zhao Jiuge couldn't feel anything under this fist, after all, the spirit weapon is always a spirit weapon, not to mention that the emaciated camels are bigger than horses, the entire right arm has been completely numb, and they are trembling slightly, and the right sleeve on the body is broken by the qi on the face, and it is already a little ragged, if it is not for the cultivation of the Sanskrit Holy Body this time, the right arm is another form, and some changes have occurred, I am afraid that in the face of the spirit weapon flying sword in Ling Longbiao's hand, it will be directly abolished.

At the beginning, there are still two or three layers of spiritual power After this time, there is basically not much left, there is about another layer, and the spiritual power is about to run out of oil and the lamp is facing exhaustion, but before that, it is enough to clean up Ling Longbiao, Zhao Jiuge has a trace of coldness in his eyes, thinking of the appearance of being as cold as the wind and still struggling and moaning in a pool of blood, Zhao Jiuge's heart is even heavier, where can he keep his hands at this moment.

Although the right hand was numb, the left hand was still there, and the spiritual power in the body was instantly mobilized and released, the spiritual power was externalized, and a torrent of golden spiritual power immediately rushed out of the body, and there was a little white mist and chill around these spiritual powers.

As soon as these spiritual powers appeared, they took down Ling Longbiao with endless might. Being swept away by Zhao Jiuge's fist like a mountain shaking the ground, his body was still retreating, and he didn't stand firm, where did he react so quickly to resist the spiritual power that contained attributes.

"Poof. ”

A mouthful of blood quickly spurted out of Ling Longbiao's mouth, with anger and unwillingness in his eyes, and then soon this mouthful of blood stopped abruptly. A dense layer of blue-white frost appeared on the surface of Ling Longbiao's body, and under the wrapping of this spiritual power, Ling Longbiao was directly seriously injured, and even those disciples who were holding the church didn't have time to come to the rescue.

Under the cover of that layer of frost, Ling Longbiao's aura was extremely sluggish, but the breath of the whole person was at least there, just when Zhao Jiuge was still a little unsatisfied, and when he wanted to continue to shoot, in the sky, a black-robed young man shot with the momentum of thunder, and instantly a spiritual light rolled up Ling Longbiao.

Although this black-robed young man is a disciple of the Ruling Church, he is also a disciple of Xuan Qifeng, with a sense of oppressive spiritual power, enveloping Zhao Jiuge, and shouting with an unkind expression, "What a ruthless boy, the other party has already lost his combat effectiveness, why do you want to be poisoned." ”

Zhao Jiuge, who was already about to be somewhat depleted of spiritual power, was a little shaky under the pressure of this spiritual power fluctuation, and the cultivation of these disciples of the Ruling Church was not comparable to that of a new disciple of his.

However, even though Zhao Jiuge obviously felt a tightness in his chest and the pain of squeezing his body bones, his face remained unchanged, but his expression was still condensed, and he snorted coldly and said, "King Kong is angry, and he can't kill him." Bodhisattvas pass the world with compassion, but some people are not qualified. ”

Regarding the Sanskrit Heart Sutra exercises, with the cultivation, more and more Buddhist mantras appear, Zhao Jiuge has already known that these are Buddhist exercises and decisions, and at the same time he is a little secretly happy in his heart, this is also a clue, in the future, you can go to check the whereabouts of Ye Wuwu who taught his own exercises, after all, except for Ye Wuwu said that this place in Xiaoyao Valley, there is no clue left, and this exercise and law is extraordinary, and the origin must be good, but except for one of the seven holy places that is Buddhist, he has no news about other holy places.

Hearing Zhao Jiuge's unconvincing words, when the black-robed young man wanted to say something more, another young man with a cold face came, and his arrival made the sense of danger that enveloped Zhao Jiuge disappear in an instant.

"Hmph, as a disciple of the deacon, you dare to seek private interests in the public, the coach only allows us to save people, but I don't want you to bully people with your identity, people are saved and leave immediately, don't affect the continuation of the training, don't take people down for treatment quickly!"

The cold young man said as soon as he came. Looking at this situation, Zhao Jiuge secretly guessed whether this senior brother would be from their Xuantian Peak.

Hearing the voice of the cold young man, the black-robed young man's expression changed, and after glancing at Zhao Jiuge unwillingly, he took Ling Longbiao and immediately drove away with the flying sword, and then the cold young man immediately followed with the cold wind in a pool of blood.

All this happened between the lightning and flint, and everyone had not yet reacted to Ling Longbiao's serious injury, except for Zhang Pingquan who dealt with Bai Qingqing and the other two Xuanqifeng disciples on the field, only Zhao Jiuge and Chen Jie and the other three were left, as well as the two who dealt with Leng Rufeng before.

Xuantian Peak also has Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing, and Xuanqi Peak has eight people!

Although Bai Qingqing still seemed a little relaxed, Zhao Jiuge's spiritual power was close to exhaustion!

......

"What a King Kong is angry, he only kills but can't cross. Elder Xiaofeng's expression was mysterious, his eyes narrowed, and he said with some admiration.

Wen Yan, including Jian Wuxin, was shocked at the same time. Fortunately, the Xuantian Sword Sect did not prohibit the exercises and exercises of the two schools of Taoism and Buddhism that the disciples learned, on the contrary, they also encouraged the disciples to accommodate the strengths of the other families, and even many of the Dharma decisions and exercises that needed to be exchanged in the Treasure Pavilion were circulated in some other sects.

Jian Wuxin is now more and more fond of Zhao Jiuge, whether it is temperament or quality, there is nothing to say, although the qualifications are a little unsatisfactory, but this can be made up for by diligence.

Although it is said that now Zhao Jiuge has also reached the foundation building realm and has reached the conditions of the inner gate, there is still one last hurdle that Zhao Jiuge is afraid that he will not be able to pass, and even he can't change that level, which everyone must experience. For a moment, Jian Wuxin's face showed a little worry.