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Previously, both sides prioritized killing the weakest of the opponents, but now each side is left with one weak and one strong.

The two weak ones don't have much means, and there is no need to prioritize killing.

If you go to kill, you will be attacked by the other party, Yan Yue and the cold female cultivator, both staring directly at each other and not saying a word.

The cold female cultivator suddenly broke the silence, and raised the whip in her hand, "This whip is not very useful to you, but it is also a spiritual treasure, enough to resist your many relics, but I don't need it." As he spoke, he put away the whip.

Her words are very right, although the whip's divine soul attack has little effect on Yan Yue, but it is a spiritual treasure, a spiritual treasure, enough to resist a large number of relics.

It's just that, for some reason, she doesn't want to use it.

Seeing that she put away the whip and put on a bare-handed appearance, Yan Yue raised her eyebrows.

When she did this, she might be afraid of Yan Yue's many relics, and she wanted to provoke Yan Yue to prevent the relics from fighting with her.

But a spiritual treasure should also be her biggest reliance.

Since she doesn't use her biggest reliance, if Yan Yue still has a shameless attack on a large number of relics, wouldn't it be weaker than her.

At this time, one-on-one, Yan Yue's large number of relics, the divine sense comparable to the knot, and the full spirit runes in the storage bag are all very big advantages. But with this obvious advantage, it would be too unmanly to bully a female cultivator.

Since embarking on the road of cultivation, Yan Yue has fought against a powerful female corrector for the first time.

If she wants to fight head-on by means of consolidating her roots, then she will fight!

Collected a large number of relics in front of him, and said indifferently: "Accompany you below." ”

The cold female cultivator did this, and she really wanted to excite her face and prevent the many relics like flying locusts.

Seeing the clear look in Yan Yue's eyes, it didn't seem like he was affected by her excitement, but he really wanted to confront her head-on, raised his eyebrows, and smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, "You are very good, if I win by luck, I will bury your corpse well, not only Bingrong." ”

Yan Yue also smiled and said lightly: "It's the same." He glanced at the red-robed monk of the Nanshan Sect on the side, but did not report his name.

The red-robed monk and the white-faced monk both ran to the side when they saw that a big battle between the two was about to break out.

The two seem to be chess opponents, and they cherish each other, but the two of them are not the same.

The eyes were intertwined in mid-air, and their bodies were shocked, and they hugged their fists in the air.

Yan Yue and the cold female cultivator Bingrong were facing each other from afar, and their fighting spirit continued to rise, secretly using the secret technique of accumulating yuan to accumulate strength.

Bing Rong also used a spell similar to increasing his strength, and his clenched fists flickered and released, and the momentum on his body gradually increased.

The two confronted each other for a while, and suddenly at the same time on the ground, they rushed head-on.

There was a loud bang, and the two fists collided, and they were both shaken apart by a strong force.

Bing Rong only retreated a few steps, but Yan Yue retreated a few feet in a row, and before he could stabilize his body, Bing Rong approached again and smashed down with a heavy punch.

Her "Songyun Strength", which Yan Yue had previously understood, was extremely strange, and its nature seemed to be similar to the cloth bag obtained by the Yunyang Sect Master, which was an extremely elastic force.

The Gubenliu Gong method is different.

For example, the Extreme Affection Dao can open up a special heart and explode emotional potential, and this power can be cultivated into substance in the later stage.

Vigorously temper the body, so that the physical body is cultivated as hard as a magic weapon.

If the opponent attacks her, the strength will be rebounded, and if she attacks the opponent, under the action of Songyun's strength, the opponent will bounce back and forth like a ball.

Yan Yue was vigorously bounced away, and in order to stabilize his body, he stepped back a little, and due to the strength of Songyun, his body bounced straight towards Bing Rong.

And Bing Rong had already come to him, and he smashed down with another punch, Yan Yue put his hands together, and was bounced away by a strong force.

Bing Rong's figure paused slightly, and he quickly followed, waving his fists continuously.

One after another, the strength was punched out by both fists, constantly smashing on Yan Yue, who popped up and then bounced back again.

At this time, one of them did not pursue forward, and swung his fists continuously, while the other kept throwing backwards, and then bounced back forward, bearing the former's attacks one after another.

The red-robed monk clenched his fists as he saw it, and his heart went straight to his throat.

If Yan Yue was killed by Bing Rong, he would definitely not be able to escape from Bing Rong's palm, and he kept cheering for Yan Yue in his heart, giving birth to the idea of escaping.

The white-faced monk on the other side was not idle, and when he saw that the red-robed monk wanted to escape, his divine sense directly locked him.

Although the two are "like-minded", they are now mortal enemies, and this friend has nothing to do.

Yan Yue was constantly beaten by Bing Rong's fists, and for a while he had no power to fight back, and the Mighty Demon Quenching Body had cultivated his body to be as hard as an ordinary spirit weapon, but it was not yet hard to a certain extent.

At this time, it was continuously bombarded by Songyun's strong force, and the hard skin and flesh began to crack, and the blood continued to overflow, and the shape was extremely terrifying.

If you can't do it like this, you will be beaten down by Bing Rong, and you will have to be beaten into a puddle of minced meat.

And Bing Rong had no intention of leaving Yan Yue, who was about to die in her hands, her eyes were cold and ruthless, and when she saw Yan Yue, it was difficult to parry, and her attack became more and more violent.

Yan Yue's body was in sharp pain, and while thinking hard about how to crack it, his heart suddenly moved.

For Songyun's strength to be effective, the subject must collide with something behind him.

Every time Yan Yue was beaten back by Bing Rong, he couldn't help but want to stabilize his body, and his feet slammed back, trying to stabilize his body.

And doing so just matched the force of Song Yun's strength, making him bounce in the direction of Bing Rong.

If you want to crack the strength of Songyun, you must not do any action to stabilize your body and let your body fly.

Thinking of this, Yan Yue gave up any resistance, and took a few punches from Bing Rong, and his body was thrown backwards like a kite breaking a string.

The speed of this throwing was faster than the speed of Bing Rong's pursuit.

When she was startled, she rose up

After catching up, Yan Yue had already added another force, and flew backwards, instantly pulling the distance between the two of them.

Bing Rong stopped and said expressionlessly: "No one has yet been able to break my Songyun strength before he dies, and you are the first." ”

Bing Rong is young, but she has killed many adventurers in the Wind and Rain Continent, and there are many strong ones, all of whom were beaten back and forth by her like a ball, until they were killed.

If you want to break Songyun's strength, you have to put it to death and come back to life, and you have to suffer a few blows from her before you can get out of her continuous bombardment.

Yan Yue was beaten by her in a round, and the skin and flesh on his body were cracked, as if the skin was all cracked because it was extremely dry.

After receiving a few punches from her, the body turned over and over, whether it was mana or strength, it was disordered.

Forced herself to endure it, and looked at Bing Rong in the distance, like her gaze, without the slightest emotion.

In the heart sea, it seems to be affected by the disordered spiritual power, and the potential sea is surging with rage, constantly slapping on the cliff wall of the heart sea.

The sea water boiled, and bubbles "Bobo" came out, filled with angry white gas, constantly rising, and the storm came suddenly.

The torrential rain fell "with a whoosh" and fell into the four wine bottles that were quietly suspended above the sea of hearts.

There are four wine bottles, the first two are gold bottles, the third is a jade bottle, and the fourth is a wine bottle.

Under the anger and torrential rain, a strong sense of alcohol suddenly spread on the two gold bottles.

The anger and alcohol generated by the wine bottle can only be stimulated by anger and alcoholic energy.

And the gold bottle formed by the stable refining of the best spirit wine seems to only need the condition of anger.

Under the anger, the storm in the heart became more violent, and the waves continued to cross the cliff.

The potential flowed out, turning into strength, constantly washing Yan Yue's limbs and bones.

"Click!"

Yan Yue squeezed his fists, feeling the sense of power that filled his whole body, and roared loudly.

"Kokomi Yae!"

Bing Rong was slightly startled when he saw that the spiritual power fluctuations on Yan Yue's body had increased, and then his eyes instantly turned cold.

The stronger the opponent, the more she is ready to fight, and her fists keep flickering and retracting.

The cultivation of the Gubenliu monks, if there is no kind of strange power when the wine bottle was formed, it all comes from the sea of its own potential.

Potential, which can be continuously tapped beyond the upper limit of physical fitness, can also be stimulated at a critical juncture.

A stream of huge potential washed over the body, not only did the strength increase greatly in a short period of time, but the cultivation also increased a lot.

This change only happens within a few breaths.

Bing Rong naturally wouldn't let Yan Yue continue to perform the "secret technique", a little under his feet, with a sonic boom, his fists raised above his head, and smashed down on Yan Yue's head.

Yan Yue already understood the characteristics of Songyun's strength, and knew that he couldn't go head-to-head with her, so his divine sense swept the scenery around and landed on the two "ancient trees" that were very close to each other.

The two were not ancient trees, but two thick rattans hanging from a large tree, the vines were thick and tough, and they were only one or two feet apart.

The divine consciousness fell between the two rattans, and his heart moved, and when he saw Bing Rong coming with his fist raised, he showed a slight surprise and went in the direction he chose.

Bing Rong couldn't hold back his two fists, and smashed into a big tree where Yan Yue was before.

The entire giant tree the thickness of the Golden Bottle Hall was slightly trembling when it was smashed by this punch, and it actually made a slight "buzzing" sound, which echoed endlessly.

Bing Rong himself was slightly affected by Songyun's strength, and was ejected a little distance, stabilized his body, and Yan Yue, who was busy "running for his life", chased after him, only to see him pass between the two rattans.

Bing Rong chased straight away, and when he was between the two rattans, suddenly a leg shadow behind the rattan slammed in.

This kick hit Bing Rong's lower abdomen, and his body hit the rattan behind him.

Yan Yue was almost bounced away by a strong force, but fortunately, his hand had already grasped the rattan tightly, and when he swung out, he immediately pulled it back, and flashed in front of Bing Rong between the two rattans, and immediately punched out like the wind.

Boom Boom Boom!

A fist as big as a sledgehammer kept falling on Bing Rong's body.

Under the influence of the strength of Songyun on her body, both the attacker and the victim were bounced back with a strong force.

Behind the two of them, there was a huge rattan that was both thick and strong, and the body bounced onto the rattan and bounced back inward.

Between the two rattans, there was only room for each other, Yan Yue's fists kept smashing, and the two of them bounced back and forth between the two rattans.

Bing Rong suddenly fell into the trap, and for the first time his face showed shock, wanting to flee to the side and leave this fateful place.

Yan Yue would not allow her to get out, and her hands were spread out and her fists kept smashing inward.

Boom Boom Boom!

Bing Rong's whole person was beaten left and right, hitting back and forth, and between Yan Yue's left and right fists and the rattan behind him, they bounced back and forth.

After a round of painful blows, he knew that before Yan Yue was killed, it would be impossible to escape from here.

The more you try to escape, the more you can't fight back.

At that moment, his face was shocked and constricted, his teeth were clenched, and his fists were waved continuously.

At this time, the two of them, whoever beats each other to death first will be able to get out of this room alive.

Punch each other wildly, and shoot like the wind.

Bang bang!

Loud noises continued to come out, and the ripples formed by the collision of huge forces continued to swing.

The two of them collided back and forth between the two rattans, and their hands were all non-stop.

In this case, either Bing Rong died, or Yan Yue died, there is nothing to say.

Yan Yue clenched his teeth and didn't care about anything, the only thought in his mind was to punch.

One by one, big waves surged in the sea of hearts, crossed the cliffs, slapped on the mouth of the heart, the old force was lost, the new force was born again, the flesh and skin of the whole body were broken, and the shot came faster and faster, more and more fiercely.

Unlike Yan Yue's flesh and skin cracked, Bing Rong's body was marked with fists one after another

Deep, like tough rubber.

But this fist mark will not be recovered, it has been deep and multiplying.

Bing Rong's shot is getting slower and slower.

Finally, there was a long roar in his mouth, and after a violent thump, his hands could no longer be raised, and between the continuous bombardment of Yan Yue's fists, there was a bang, and his body smashed to the ground.

Yan Yue gasped heavily, and fell in front of Bing Rong's corpse, a feeling of weakness came, and he almost fainted.

The danger had not yet disappeared, so he forced himself to endure it, and looked at the red-robed monk and the white-faced monk not far away.

The two gathered together, their mouths wide open, and there was a look of horror on their faces.

Since he has cultivated, he has never seen a monk's fighting method like Yan Yue and Bingrong, and he has long forgotten to help, or fled from afar.

Seeing that Bing Rong was beaten to death by Yan Yue, the white-faced monk quickly came to his senses and ran away if he wanted to pull his legs.

This Bing Rong, after Yan Yuetian's eye technique, is only nineteen years old, but his cultivation has a consummation of his heart, and Pei Yuanliu's cultivation also has a high level of qi refining, and he must be a figure of the pride of heaven among the ancient cultivators.

Yan Yue had already killed her, how could he let the witnesses escape.

Qiang Zi lifted a breath, released the little tiger in the gourd space, and a large number of relics, and quickly subdued the white-faced monk.

The white-faced monk had not yet begged for mercy, but the red-robed monk on the side pleaded for him first, "Deputy Yan, I think this benevolent brother is very righteous and a good man, so it is better to let him go." ”

The white-faced monk cast a grateful look at the red-robed monk and hurriedly said, "A good man spares his life!"

begging for mercy and begging for mercy, there is still a hatred for Yan Yue, the person who killed his six companions, in his eyes, who is difficult to hide from the past.

Yan Yue's eyes swept between the two people with strange personalities and sympathy for each other, and a thought suddenly brewed in his heart, and the corners of his mouth curved a curvature, "I will let you go when you two have a deep brotherhood." ”

Before the white-faced monk could be grateful, the red-robed monk raised a question, so he struck the two of them with a black iron rod, crushing them with all their mana, and then took away all the things on their bodies, took out a rope spiritual weapon, and tied them together.

The red-robed monk was stunned, "Deputy Yan, why are you tying me up......!"

Yan Yue ignored him at all, tied the two of them together, looked at Bingrong's corpse, and remembered what he had said before the war with her.

First embrace Hui to sweep the soul, erase the karma and resentment on the body, and then use the life vitality in the gourd space to recover for a while, dig a big pit on the spot, and bury Bingrong's body.

Different cultivation techniques can be learned together, but some of them are in conflict with each other, Bing Rong's Songyun strength, at a glance, it is clear that it conflicts with the strong demon quenching body, Yan Yue did not have any thoughts to check her memory.

His eyes swept the corpses scattered all over the place, shook his head, and buried the bodies of the rest of the people together.

The two people who were tied up were at a loss, screaming and screaming, and suddenly saw Yan Yue bury everyone in three big pits.

There is a big pit for the female cultivator Bingrong, a big pit for the remaining five ancient cultivators, and a big pit for six people surnamed Ma in the later stage of the foundation building.

glanced at each other, and said in unison: "There are so many rules for such burial, it turns out that he is also a fellow practitioner!"

Yan Yue buried everyone, came to a big tree, and took out the two long thorns of lion's whiskers that went deep into it.

Once the dragon whisker is used for electricity, the cracks inside the two lion's whiskers will be one more point.

At this time, not only the inside is full of dense fine lines, but even the surface is full of fine lines.

"Looks like I won't be able to use it again......"

The carrier of the dragon's whisker flying lightning is quite special, at present, only these two lion whiskers are the most suitable for the use of dragon whisker flying electricity, and the two long thorns are scrapped, and a new carrier needs to be found.

The treasure gourd can only increase spiritual power and repair the prohibition on the spiritual weapon, but cannot repair the long thorn intact.

However, after all, he has followed himself for more than three years and does not take up much space, so he temporarily put it in a storage bag.

Grabbed the two of them, searched the neighborhood for a while, found a natural tree hole, threw the two into it, and pretended to leave, but in fact came to the branch above the tree hole, and performed the art of smoke elimination, while observing the two of them with his senses, while checking the harvest in the storage bag.

In the battle with the remnants of Gu Xiu, all the things in the storage bags of the warring parties naturally fell into the hands of Yan Yue.

Ma surnamed Zhuji and others, the medium-grade spirit stones have been used up, and the storage bags are full of demon beast materials, or low-level spirit grasses that have been collected, except for their respective magic weapons.

Adventurers generally don't carry much in their storage bags, except for the necessary fighting things, other things are either directly used in exchange for cultivation, or hidden in a hidden place, or handed over to a trustworthy squad leader for safekeeping.

The things in the storage bags of the people surnamed Ma Zhuji are relatively rich.

A few ancient cultivators were extremely shabby, and the purpose of their trip was to hunt and kill adventurers in the Wind and Rain Continent.

It is very likely that their own lives will be lost, so naturally they will not carry a lot of valuable things in their storage bags and kill them cheaply.

Except for the necessary fighting things, there are almost nothing of value.

After flipping through for a while, I couldn't find anything good, and my eyes fell on the whip that I had taken out in advance and put aside.

He muttered, "This whip shouldn't have been consecrated yet, right?"

After dealing with the thoughtless Taoist and others, I learned that the spiritual treasure bred by the monks of the third realm still needs to go through the "enlightenment" before it can be regarded as a real finished product.

To open the light is to use its own spiritual light to illuminate the unenlightened spiritual treasure and give the spiritual treasure an ability.

It takes a lot of time to open the light, and the spirit treasure that is not opened, or only half of the light is opened, can only be counted as the "spirit treasure prototype".

The unenlightened prototype of the spiritual treasure is not spiritual, and only half of the prototype of the spiritual treasure has been opened, and its ability is unstable.

The indiscriminate attack of the Divine Whip that even affected the user himself, Yan Yue guessed, should belong to the spirit treasure that was only half opened.

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