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"Buzz ......" Liu Meier waved her hand casually, and peach blossoms floated out of her sleeves, surging towards the third son with a faint aura.

"Carving insect skills!" the third son sneered, and with a wave of his sleeves, more than thirty sword lights shot out.

It's a sword talisman again!

God knows how many sword talismans this guy has hidden in his sleeve.

"Sneer......" The sword light is sharp, and the peach blossoms are slashed.

In an instant, many peach blossoms were chopped.

But more peach blossoms collided with the sword light and consumed them. In an instant, the sword light disappeared. And the peach blossoms have also dissipated most of them. Liu Mei'er waved her hand, made up the peach blossoms, and surged forward to the third son again.

"Hmm, little junior sister, you're not simple, you can even block my sword light. The third son sneered.

"Hmph, each other. Third Senior Brother, the little sister is far worse than you. I'm afraid that even if it's a senior brother, he may not be stronger than you, right? However, if you are as strong as you, you actually hide your cultivation, and would rather be mediocre than emerge, I'm afraid you have a big plan, right?" Liu Mei'er sneered.

"Hehe, it's not too big, I just want to be the mountain master of Xinglin Waterfall. The third son smiled lightly.

"To be the young mountain master of Xinglin Waterfall, with your ability, as long as you win the trial in this elixir day, why do you need to take the risk of slaughtering your fellow disciples? This is a big taboo in Xinglin Waterfall, aren't you afraid that the master will find out and wipe you out?" Liu Mei'er drank coldly.

"Haha, did you hear me wrong? This young man wants to be the mountain master of Xinglin Waterfall, not the young mountain master. Don't open your mouth and shut your mouth, that old thing is just your master, not mine. The third son sneered.

"Do you want to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?" A trace of anger flashed in Liu Meier's eyes: "You were lonely and helpless back then, and the master took you in and taught you to cultivate, and you actually ......"

"Hmph, idiot! The third son sneered: "Ben Shao is not an orphan, but the son of Elder Sun Qian of the Fog Spirit Sect, the second generation of immortals with red roots, born noble, how can you pariahs be compared?"

"What?Fog Spirit Gate?" Liu Mei'er shuddered with a shudder.

Fang Yang was also taken aback.

Conspiracy!

This is a conspiracy that has been laid out for decades!

The masters of the Fog Spirit Sect are like clouds, but those who can be called elders must be in the foundation realm. Although Fang Yang had never heard of the name of Elder Sun Qian, this person's scheming was as deep as the sea, which was terrifying.

After thinking about it, Fang Yang was a little relieved.

How can you allow others to sleep soundly on the couch lying on your side?

Is the Fog Spirit Gate finally unable to tolerate the existence of Xinglin Waterfall?

It is true that the ancestors of the Xinglin Waterfall generation have some relationship with the Wuling Gate, but thousands of years have passed, and no matter how long they have the origins and deep friendship, they have all turned into floating clouds.

However, what made Fang Yang suspicious was whether the plot against Xinglin Waterfall was Elder Sun Qian's idea alone, or was it tacitly approved by the Fog Spirit Sect? If it was the latter, then the situation would be much more serious.

This apricot forest waterfall is only afraid of imminent destruction.

Fang Yang smiled bitterly.

Xinglin Waterfall is now, I am afraid that it has already become the target of everyone, the whirlpool of battle!

"It's time here, you must leave as soon as possible. Fang Yang said secretly.

The corpse slave had already rushed to hibernate near the Xinglin Waterfall, and the two worked together, as long as they did not encounter the cultivation of the foundation, there would be no major problems.

These flashed in Fang Yang's thoughts.

In an instant, Fang Yang came to his senses.

The crisis has not yet been resolved, and this is not the time for cranky thinking.

"Despicable!" Liu Mei'er glared angrily.

"Hmph!" The third son snorted coldly, too lazy to explain, but a large number of sword talismans flew out of his sleeves, more than fifty of them, and they swarmed towards Liu Mei'er.

Liu Mei'er snorted coldly, and the peach blossoms flew out of her sleeves, consuming the sword talisman.

Her peach blossom is not an ordinary spirit flower, but a special spirit creature that has been treated with many drugs and painstakingly refined, and its power is not above that of ordinary spirit runes, and it is better than a large number.

However, here in the third son, the attack is no longer as loose as before. With a low roar, his hands pinched, and in the rapid change, more than fifty sword lights were combined in twos and twos, and the cycle went on and on, and finally only nine sword lights remained.

"Snort!" The sword light condensed into nine paths, and then it roared and killed.

The power of the "Buzzing ......" sword light increased greatly, although there were many peach blossoms, they could no longer stop it, and in an instant, the sword light hit Liu Meier.

Although Liu Meier was not shocked, she flipped it over casually and offered a green brocade.

"Buzzing ......" Jinpa swayed, stretched out, and instantly turned into streams, wrapping Liu Meier heavily and protecting it.

Although the nine sword lights were sharp, they could be bombarded on it, but they couldn't focus on it, and they were strictly guarded by the water light defense, blocking the periphery, and the sharp qi in it was constantly consumed.

This Jinpa is actually a medium-grade defensive spiritual weapon.

In Liu Meier's defense, there is still strength left, and three percent of the peach blossoms in the sky are swirling around the water, consuming the power of the sword light, while the remaining seventy percent are instantly covering up the past to the third son.

"Hmph, little junior sister, I didn't expect you to have a lot of hidden methods. The third son sneered.

"Hehe, the little sister and several brothers are the seventh sons of Xinglin, the pressure is very great, if there are no means, I am afraid that I will be squeezed out long ago. It's just that now the little sister is ashamed to be with the third senior brother. Liu Meier mocked.

Fang Yang watched the battle, but he was relieved.

Although this Liu Meier couldn't defeat the third son, it didn't seem to be an exaggeration, and she did have the power to fight with her. In this way, he also calmed down and fought with the purple-robed monk.

"Boom!" The purple-robed monk who incarnated as a black iron ape man had significantly increased his defense and strength much stronger, and the lethality of Fang Yang's Shaking Mountain Claw had decreased significantly.

However, Fang Yang was not impatient.

His main idea is just one word - drag!

Drag it until the power of the secret art is gone, and he will win.

However, Fang Yang is not blindly evading, but also observing. The purple-robed monk was very strong, and after the secret technique was unfolded, his fierce aura increased. This directly increased the combat power of the purple-robed monk significantly, but in Fang Yang's eyes, it became a flaw.

Will!

The ferocious aura did greatly increase the combat power of the purple-robed monk, but it also affected his sanity. This effect is not significant and is still under control. But if you zoom it in......

Fang Yang's eyes lit up and he unfolded a technique.

Nightmare!

In an instant, the purple-robed monk was stunned. But it was only in an instant, and it returned to normal, attacking Fang Yang again.

Because of the ferocity, the Nightmare Technique could make the purple-robed monk easily hit, but because of this, it could not make him fall into a nightmare for too long. Every time the time was short, even if Fang Yang had a phantom technique, he would not be able to launch an effective attack.

But all this is enough for Fang Yang.

Although the purple-robed cultivator possessed the power of the tenfold body refining, Fang Yang's Nightmare Technique was able to interrupt his attack rhythm again and again. All of the purple-robed monk's attacks, without exception, were all missed.

"Roar!" At one moment, the purple-robed monk roared in pain, with a murderous aura.

Fang Yang's spiritual eye technique unfolded, but he knew it slightly.

The purple-robed monk's black iron ape-man state is slowly dissipating, and the dissipation rate is increasing.

The power of the secret art is quickly extinguished.

Finally, the purple-robed monk's momentum fell to the bottom.

Fang Yang's eyes lit up—it's now!