Sword Saint Yu Wen Junliang, ranked fifth among the great grandmasters, his stunt is this heavenly knife blow, a heavenly knife completely made of knife intent, known as the knife moves at will, nothing is cut. Even if Fang Yuan broke through to the Yuan Dan realm, he didn't dare to be careless under this sword, the frequency of the True Yuan flickering around his body suddenly accelerated, and the True Yuan Realm, which was originally invisible to the naked eye, suddenly appeared, like a spherical mist, centered on itself, spreading out to the surroundings, and Fang Yuan's figure also disappeared into the mist.

Yuwen Junliang's Heavenly Knife slashed into the mist at the moment when the mist appeared, and then there was a burst of flying sand and stones in the mist, which was the power of the Heavenly Knife slashing to the ground, but the mist did not decrease at all, but accelerated its spread, and it was about to wrap Yuwen Junliang and Ji Caifeng.

Seeing this, the two hurriedly retreated, and at the same time retreated, one person shot out a fist shadow in the sky, and one person slashed out one heavenly knife after another, all of which entered the mist, but these attacks of the two of them were like hitting the air, some hit the ground, making a loud noise, some directly penetrated the fog and dissipated in the air in the distance, and some disappeared into the fog silently, as for Fang Yuan in the mist, they couldn't see it, and they couldn't hit it.

The two of them looked at each other, their eyes were full of solemnity, although they had long known that the Qi Realm of the Heavenly Ancestor was extremely strange, but when they really started to move, they found that it was even more difficult to deal with than they imagined.

As the two retreated, Fang Yuan also began to counterattack, chasing the two of them to envelop them into the True Yuan Realm, while both palms came out together, one by one the True Yuan palm prints flew out of the mist, hitting the vital points of the two of them, delaying their movements.

Seeing that the fog was getting closer and closer to him, Ji Caifeng couldn't help but panic a little, unlike Yuwen Junliang, even if the other party was covered by the fog, he could use the realm of the knife to rush out again, at most, he was a little embarrassed, and he still hadn't fully comprehended the realm of hegemony, once he was entangled in the fog, it was really a fish and a sword.

"Master Yin, you still don't make a move?!" Ji Caifeng suddenly shouted, and then immediately cast the nine transformations of agility again, his body disappeared, and he wanted to get out of the battle.

How could Fang Yuan let him get his wish, Zhenyuan's palm print "snapped" a few times, and then slapped the "disappeared" Ji Caifeng out.

"Poof" Ji Caifeng, who reappeared, opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of old blood, and the nine changes of agility were interrupted twice in a row, and he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Ji Caifeng was instantly enveloped in white mist.

"Emperor!" Yuwen Junliang exclaimed, and was about to come to the rescue, but was forced back by Fang Yuan's stormy palm print.

"Ji Caifeng, Ji Caifeng will take his life!" Fang Yuan sneered and wanted to take Ji Caifeng's dog life.

But just when Fang Yuan's face was cruel and Yuwen Junliang panicked, several arm-thick vines drilled out of the woods like lightning and stretched into the mist, and then Ji Caifeng, who had just disappeared, was pulled out, although Fang Yuan immediately waved his palm to split those vines, but it was too late.

I wanted to cover Ji Caifeng again in the mist, but found that he was already covered by a green bubble, and Fang Yuan's True Yuan Mist couldn't help that air cover for a while.

"Xizi Dream!" Fang Yuan's voice came out of the mist, filled with cold killing intent.

"Optimus Monster!" a white-clothed nun paced out of the woods, surrounded by a blue air cover, which was none other than the water god who ranked fourth among the great grandmasters, Xizi Meng.

"Xizi Meng, do you really want to be the enemy of this seat?" Fang Yuan stopped and asked, although this Xizi Dream was only ranked fourth among the Great Grandmasters, it was the opponent that Fang Yuan didn't want to face the most, because the other party's Water and Wood Realm was very similar to his Qi Realm, both of them belonged to the kind of weird methods that people couldn't see or fight.

Of course, there is also a small reason that Xizi Meng is the only woman among the great masters, and she is also a beauty, Fang Yuan will inevitably be a little unable to do it.

"Qingtian old monster, as the so-called injustice will kill yourself, back then you followed Ji Xingran to destroy my Buddhism, brutalized countless fellow martial artists, and already isolated yourself from the world, that Ji Xingran still has the ability to govern the world to offset the merits, but you Qingtian has done all the bad things, since a few years ago, when I heard that you used virgins to practice evil skills, you are the person I Xizimeng will kill!" Xizimeng's tone was calm, neither humble nor arrogant, righteous and awe-inspiring, but murderous.

Fang Yuan smiled bitterly when he heard this, and said in his heart: "Made, most of those people were killed by Ji Xingran, okay, I am at most an errand boy, and Lao Tzu was also calculated by the surname chicken at that time!"

Now, he also knows that it is useless to say more, after all, he did kill a lot of people back then, and the practice of using virgins was indeed done by him, although there is another hidden secret, but killing is killing, doing is doing, and he voluntarily bears the consequences, and he can afford it!

Fang Yuan's expression was through the mist, Xizimeng naturally couldn't see it, but he didn't refute it for a long time, that was naturally a tacit, Xizimeng turned to Ji Caifeng and said, "Emperor, please stand back and wait for the poor nun to learn this old monster's tricks." ”

When Ji Caifeng heard this, he couldn't ask for it, and hurriedly retreated into the woods.

Fang Yuan didn't have any reaction to his retreat, because he was preoccupied with Xizi Meng and Yuwen Junliang, facing the two great grandmasters at the same time, even he had to brace himself and deal with it seriously.

Seeing that Ji Caifeng had retreated to safety, Xizimeng took back the green air shield that was originally covering him, merged with his own blue air mask, and turned into a blue-green mixed air cover, and then shouted at the mist: "Old monster, let me understand your true qi realm!"

Before the words fell, Xizimeng flew up, with a blue and green air cover, and rushed directly into the fog.

Suddenly, the mist shook violently, like a blue-green dragon stirring and tumbling inside.

Yuwen Junliang outside was in a hurry when he saw this, Xizimeng's way of playing, he couldn't help at all, because he couldn't sense the situation in the fog at all, if he used the heavenly knife to attack the fog, it was very likely that he would hurt Xizimeng, who was also in the fog, so he could only stand outside now, watching Xizimeng fight alone with that Qingtian.

After a while, Yuwen Junliang, who was standing outside the mist, was pleasantly surprised to find that as the blue-green light in the mist continued to flicker, the volume of the mist was shrinking.

As the fog shrank further, Fang Yuan finally couldn't help but say loudly: "What a realm of artistic conception where water and wood coexist, I didn't expect that you Xizi Meng could also comprehend the artistic conception to this step, the hero list of the academy should be rewritten." ”

"Hmph!" Xizimeng replied with a cold snort.

From the moment Xizimeng rushed into the mist just now, Fang Yuan found that this Xizimeng had actually comprehended the method of turning artistic conception into a realm, and it was also a realm where the two artistic conceptions of water and wood were combined, and even his true yuan realm was a little difficult to parry, and could only be constantly consumed and differentiated by the other party.

Seeing that his True Yuan Realm was restrained by the other party, Fang Yuan's eyes shrank slightly and he said coldly: "Xizi Meng, since you are looking for death yourself, then don't blame this seat for being ruthless!"

"Old monster, if you have any ability, just use it!" came Xizimeng's cold voice in the mist.

Before the words fell, Xizimeng took the lead, she had been using her own water and wood realm to kill the mist, and she pinched the magic with both hands, and the thin layer of turf on the ground grew rapidly, and countless vines stretched out from the surrounding woods and probed into the mist.

"Carving insect skills!" Fang Yuan snorted coldly, the vibration frequency of the True Yuan in his body changed rapidly, and several small True Yuan whirlwinds were internalized in the mist, whirling violently, countless vines and grass branches were all crushed, and at the same time, he also used his divine sense to lock the Xizi Dream in the Shuimu Domain, waving his hand to gather into a True Yuan Jiaolong, entering the opponent's Shuimu Domain, and rushing straight towards Xizimeng.

In the water-wood realm like a large blue-green water ball, Xizimeng's face was indifferent, and his hands were like a pair of jade butterflies flying each other, playing a series of magic tricks smartly and gracefully.

The moment the True Yuan Jiaolong entered the Shuimu Realm, it was wrapped in blue-green liquid, and then the Qi Dragon turned into an ice dragon, like a big snake stuck in the ice, and it was difficult to move a single bit.

This was not the end, at the same time that the True Yuan Dragon was trapped, within the mist, the wreckage of plants and trees that had been scattered all over the place suddenly dried up, and countless water vapor steamed up, Fang Yuan instantly felt the surrounding temperature rise sharply, making him think of a description of the water realm on the hero list: "The vastness is endless, the water droplets penetrate the stones, condensed into ice and nothing does not freeze, and it turns into air and nothing does not boil." ”

He also finally understood why Xizimeng mastered the two artistic conceptions of water and wood at the same time, but her title was the god of water!

"What a water god Xizi dream!"