Being able to cultivate to this point proves that Zhen Yan is not an ordinary person, no matter his temperament or qualifications, it is naturally not too bad, when Zhen Yan saw what Zhao Jiuge said so categorically, he immediately fell silent, he also has his pride, since he knows in his heart that Zhao Jiuge will really not give up, then why should he continue to talk good things to Zhao Jiuge, it is better to let go and prepare to work hard. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thinking of this, the corner of Zhen Yan's eyes quietly looked at the current situation, Sanwu, who was dressed in a yellow monk's robe nearby, was calm and peaceful, as if the competition in the field had nothing to do with him.

On the other side, Zhou Hongyong, who was extremely distracted, immediately sat down cross-legged after seeing that the situation in the field was stable, and swallowed the pill he brought with him from the sect.

More seriously injured than him is naturally Wang Yong, who has been firmly protecting Zhou Hongyong, and Wang Yong, who is at the forefront, is full of all kinds of wounds on his sword robe, overflowing a lot of bloodstains, and his own breath is like nothing, as if the oil is running out, and the last breath left will disappear at any time.

Jiulian and Zhang Pingquan on the side squatted down, swallowed pills for Wang Yong from time to time, and instilled their spiritual power from time to time, nourishing the injured meridians in Wang Yong's body, because Wang Yong's courage was too weak at this moment, so Zhang Pingquan and Jiulian did not dare to act rashly, and let Wang Yong crush the jade talisman and teleport out.

Maybe it was Zhou Hongyong who wanted to cast the spirit array, and Zhang Pingquan and Jiulian were girls, and Wang Yong was silently at the forefront of the previous fight, bearing that kind of storm, although Wang Yong was a little arrogant on weekdays, but he also had to admit that when the fight came, the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect were still relatively united.

Xiaguang Peak.

When everyone heard Zhao Jiuge's cold expression, killing intent flowing, and the words he said, the atmosphere suddenly became weird, and then their complexions changed slightly, and they all looked at Su San, and then at Elder Wanyue and the others.

Dare to say this so blatantly, Zhao Jiuge was indeed carried away by hatred, but he never cared what so many people thought, he wanted to kill Zhen Yan, so he wanted to kill him, after all, the way of the sword he cultivated was about doing it with his heart.

It's just that in the previous sect martial arts competition, although the two sides had grievances against each other, they also fought hard, making it clear that they would put the other party to death, but they would not go straight like Zhao Jiuge.

So as soon as Zhao Jiuge's words came out, everyone felt a little weird, and wanted to see the reaction of the high-level leaders on both sides, because the chief disciple is not the kind of ordinary disciple, you say kill it, a chief disciple naturally represents the face of a sect, and it also represents a kind of inheritance, if he is killed so easily, wouldn't it be a sect that loses face, proving that his sect is incompetent, so the general chief disciple has a lot of life-saving means and treasures given by the sect.

In the past, no matter how dark the killing was, there were countless casualties among ordinary disciples, but there would be no fall of the chief disciple, only one time was that he almost tied the red silk and fell, in order to save the disciples, he was calculated by Wandaozong and others.

"Hmph, Huangkou Xiaoer, I don't think that with a little strength, I can see no one, I don't care about anyone, I think everyone is so easy to kill. ”

Su San smiled contemptuously, his disciple himself knew that even if he couldn't fight with one or two, it was still more than enough for self-preservation, where was it so easy to fall, according to his identity, he shouldn't have met a junior, but Zhao Jiuge's arrogant tone made him a little unbearable.

"I'm not ashamed, today I want to see how you kill me, even so, I'll drag you with me. ”

The clay people have three points of anger, not to mention Zhen Yan, in front of so many people in the world, he is naturally more angry in his heart, since he can't escape, it's useless to say all the good things, it's better to work hard, in this way, Zhen Yan's words have become a little calm.

It can be said that up to now, Zhen Yan is completely holding back the fire in his belly, he is a monk in the realm of transforming into a god, and he has fallen to such a point, you must know that according to his imagination, this sect martial arts conference, the most radiant person is him, but this idea has changed with the appearance of Zhao Jiuge, and the most important thing is that because of the waste of Xuzhu, Ye Aotian and Jiang Axe Ding and others, he is now in a dilemma.

"Oh, it's easy for me to beat you alone, but I can't kill you and ask myself, but if I join forces with my senior sister, how long do you think you can resist?"

Zhao Jiuge raised his eyebrows at first, then glanced at Zhen Yan deeply, and said a little carelessly.

Zhen Yan suddenly became silent when he heard this, his eyes seemed to be a little spitting, and he was already a little reluctant to deal with a yarn, if there was another Zhao Jiuge, he asked himself if he was powerless to parry, how could he fight hard unless he had to, no one in the world was not afraid of death, no one could face death calmly.

Zhen Yan took a deep breath, no one wants to die, but when someone persecutes you, the meaning becomes completely different, not to mention that now there is no fight, the specific situation is not clear, in front of the eyes of everyone in the world, even if he is weak in his heart, he can't lose their face in the Valley of Beasts on the surface.

On Xiaguang Peak, the group of people saw that this posture was not like a joke, and looking at the aura of slaughter spreading, many people thought in their hearts that Zhen Yan would really fall in the Misty Dream Fairyland, in that case, he would become the first fallen disciple of the Transformation God Realm in history.

Even Su San's face couldn't help but be a little ugly at the moment, and his words before were naturally exchanged for the disdain of several high-level officials of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Now in this year's sect martial arts competition, the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect finally fought for their breath, and their elders also raised their eyebrows, and it seemed that even their waists were a lot straighter.

Not to mention that Zhen Yan killed their disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect, even if they didn't kill him, what if Zhao Jiuge wanted to kill him Zhen Yan, anyway, in the territory of the Misty Dream Immortal, this is not a violation of the rules, even if they are small ones who cause big things, there are also them old people who resist, and the meaning of their old guys' existence is not exactly this, if they can't protect the calves and protect these small existences, then what is the meaning of their old guys' existence, where is their old face.

Su San's face was cloudy, and he secretly thought in his heart, could it be that his most distressed disciple was really in danger of falling, looking at the yarn and Zhao Jiuge who were slowly coming forward, Su San was inexplicably a little irritable in his heart, but it was a dream fairyland, even if he cultivated as high as the Dao Yuan Realm, he was helpless in the face of this situation.

With an uneasy mood, Su San continued to watch the situation in the Xuanguang Mirror, thinking that the chief disciples of the other three holy lands had all withdrawn, and now only his own apprentices were left, Su San glanced at the surrounding people with some unhappiness, but the few people next to him were attracted by the three people in the territory of the Misty Dream Immortal, and where did they care about Su San's impatient gaze.

In the territory of the Dream Fairy.

The 'cold shadow' in Zhao Jiu's singer, the faint halo on the surface, looming, was obviously ready to bloom the most powerful blow at any time, and his whole person walked slowly, but it was particularly regular, and he kept moving slowly towards Zhen Yan.

Feeling Zhao Jiuge's actions, the yarn also moved more tacitly, but looking at the posture, it was as if it was pressing the formation for Zhao Jiuge, the previous yarn was powerful, Zhen Yan had already understood it, even if he still couldn't understand why the sharpness contained in the sword intent of a young girl would reach such a level.

Zhen Yan was tense, not moving like a mountain on the surface, but in fact, his heart was running rapidly, thinking about how he should deal with it once he started, after all, his own strength was not very strong, he could only look at his own spiritual power and the power of the spirit beast, as for his own means, except for controlling the spirit beast, there was nothing, and in the end, he might be able to use the power of the magic weapon, which is also a common problem of beast cultivation, otherwise Shasha would not have relied on his own strength just now to overwhelm Zhen Yan and the spirit beast.

The spirit beast in front of Zhen Yan was prostrate, its head was slightly lowered, its limbs were tightly grasped on the ground, ready to charge up and give Zhao Jiuge a blow at any time, this Zhen Yan's natal spirit beast kept letting out a low roar, and it seemed to also feel the yarn and the fierce sword intent on Zhao Jiuge's body, and this aura brought it a lot of threat.

"Boom..."

Maybe the atmosphere in the air is too depressing, looking at Zhao Jiuge and Shasha who are walking slowly, Zhen Yanzai can't bear this pressure, and decides to strike first, anyway, he has already decided, in the process of fighting, once he finds an opportunity, he will crush the jade talisman, and even if there is a chance to escape, then after escaping, he will crush the jade talisman, anyway, as long as he can save this life, at the critical moment, the natal spirit beast that gets along with him day and night can also give up.

"Little junior brother, do you come first or I come first. ”

Seeing that Zhen Yan had already begun to urge her spiritual power and was ready to do it, Shasha couldn't help but say with a shallow smile.

The breeze was blowing, blowing the green silk of the yarn, which made Zhao Jiuge have to feel a little, as if he saw the appearance of the yarn shaking two pigtails back then, it can be said that in this sect martial arts competition, he himself has taken the limelight, and the whole world thinks that he is the chief disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, but in fact, only he knows in his heart that all this was deliberately given to him by this little senior sister, otherwise with the strength and qualifications shown by the little senior sister, I am afraid that even he will be eclipsed in the light of the little senior sister.

"I'll go first, little senior sister, you take a break first, Zhen Yan will hand it over to me, and the spirit beast will be handed over to you, Zhen Yan must not be left today." Zhao Jiuge also smiled back, and then the killing intent in his eyes became stronger, in Zhao Jiuge's heart, even if he killed Zhen Yan ten times, he would not be able to get back as cold as the wind.

With a flash of cold light, Zhao Jiu's singer moved, and a sword qi swung out directly, shooting towards Zhen Yan.

"Roar..."

And at this time, the natal spirit beast in front of Zhen Yan jumped forward violently after feeling the chill.