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"Kongtong Feng Xuanyi, I wish you the magic trick, please give advice. ”

The voices of the two echoed in this world, and the elite disciples who were eating melon seeds and playing with jade slips below all stopped their movements and became serious. After seven years, is there finally another duel?

Seven years ago, after Chen Shuzhi picked up Jiang Lin, he officially accepted Feng Xuanyi's duel because he couldn't bear Feng Xuanyi's persistent challenge. That shocking shot nailed Feng Xuan to Kunlun Wuyuan Peak for three days.

In the past three days, Feng Xuanyi's right chest was pierced by the rainstorm pear flower spear and firmly nailed to the mountain wall. The sun rises and the moon sets, the wind and rain blow, I don't know how many disciples and elders come to intercede, and Chen Shuzhi refuses to let go.

He wanted to force Feng Xuanyi to let go.

A lot of times, if you don't know how to let go, you'll fall into the devil and go astray.

It's a pity that he was destroyed by the Sanyan Dao people and forcibly took Feng Xuanyi away.

From then on, Chen Shuzhi knew that Sanyan was not a good master.

He was cultivating Feng Xuanyi by raising Gu.

Give him hatred, give him pressure, let him always wander between life and death, although the speed is fast, but is this apprentice really willing?

These apprentices who are taught purely by whipping have infinite scenery when they come out, but who cares about the bitterness behind them?

Chen Shuzhi looked at Feng Xuanyi opposite, ready to fight and then admit defeat.

Isn't that just trying to surpass me? If it's important to you enough to be equal to life, then go beyond.

The first infant master of the Ten Thousand Immortals League, Chen Shuzhi, a white horse with a silver spear, no longer cares about those false names.

He looked down, Jiang Lin was seriously peeling the melon seeds and wrapping the melon seeds with a handkerchief.

Yes, peel a bunch of melon seeds and chew them in a big bite, which is fragrant and delicious.

A smile appeared on Chen Shuzhi's face, and he suddenly wanted to go down and steal the melon seeds peeled by Jiang Lin.

But before that, you must first lose better, and you can't be too seriously injured, so as not to be able to participate in the individual competition.

A clear cry came from the air, and Feng Xuanyi's natal primordial spirit pounced. Invisible flames poured towards Chen Shuzhi, and the space was distorted everywhere he went, and the shot was a fatal move.

"Alas, it's hard work. Chen Shuzhi swung his spear and drew a silver barrier in front of him, and the invisible fire burned on the barrier, burning along with the air.

Feng Xuanyi's body also followed, flying around Chen Shuzhi like a spinning top, and his fist wind finger shadow leg skills were all used.

"Your Xigangtong's moves are good, and they are very valuable in actual combat...... It's so despicable, I almost cut off my grandchildren!" Chen Shuzhi used the tip of his gun to stabilize the barrier, and at the same time used the barrel of his gun to block Feng Xuanyi's attack. The kick just now, if it hadn't been blocked in advance, the normal monk would have already died......

Feng Xuan didn't speak, and his moves continued one after another. At this moment, the firebird that swooped down on the barrier suddenly stopped its movements and stepped forward. With each step, the light on the firebird dimmed. When he walked to the seventh part, the silver barrier burst with a bang, and the firebird rushed straight at Chen Shuzhi. He instinctively wanted to stab with a shot, but he hesitated for a while, the firebird took the eighth step, the space was distorted and deformed in an instant, and Chen Shuzhi staggered back as if he had been hit hard. The firebird flapped its wings and flew high, and the flames fell like raindrops, attaching to Chen Shuzhi's body and burning rapidly.

"Senior Brother!" the Kunlun disciples exclaimed, this is the Yuan Shen Fire unique to West Kunlun!

The flames were raging, Chen Shuzhi's body froze, and he suddenly let out a long breath: "Thirteen steps to the sky, you have already cultivated to the eighth step." ”

The firebird didn't enter Feng Xuanyi's body, his face was pale, the flames he consumed just now seemed ordinary, but in fact, they were all the power of the primordial gods, and the battle just now would cost him at least ten years of vitality.

"You won. Chen Shuzhi said lightly: "My Taishang golden light can't stop the thirteen steps of stepping into the sky, and the firmament magic can't withstand the fire of the primordial gods." You've been cultivating for the past seven years, and I'm just sleeping. Daozu is right: Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat. ”

"I don't believe it!" Feng Xuanyi shouted, he stared at Chen Shuzhi viciously: "What about your extreme shot? What about your formation-breaking marksmanship? What about your Xuanbing heart armor? Don't try to fool me, I have studied your skills, marksmanship and deeds!"

Chen Shuzhi sighed and said, "The Xuanbing Heart Armor is too cold, I didn't wear it." As for the marksmanship you mentioned, I forgot about it. ”

Feng Xuanyi said incredulously: "Forget ...... Forgot?"

Chen Shuzhi nodded: "I have been practicing Tai Chi Divine Skill in the past few years, and this exercise requires forgetting all the things I have learned, and everything comes from the heart." So I'm about the same as an eighty or ninety-year-old man now, I take a nap at every turn, and I forget all about the past. ”

"How can there be such an exercise? You don't want to lie to me!" Feng Xuan kept punching straight and hit Chen Shuzhi's body, and suddenly Chen Shuzhi fell from the sky like a bird that had been shot. A Kunlun disciple hurriedly flew over to catch it, and then let go of his hands in an exclamation, and the colorless flames burned in his hands, and his body and spirit were in severe pain at the same time. The disciple's face turned blue, and he immediately meditated cross-legged, expelling the contaminated primordial fire with all his might.

Seeing that it was just a trace of the primordial fire, he burned the elite disciples like this. Thinking of the flames burning on Senior Brother's body just now, the Kunlun disciple gritted his teeth with hatred, and one of the disciples stood up and shouted: "Feng Xuanyi! You have deceived people too much! Don't forget that you were defeated by Senior Brother more than 1,400 times back then! Has he ever killed you once? From now on, if you continue to be so indistinguishable from right and wrong, and maliciously entangled, don't blame us for being polite!"

Feng Xuanyi sneered: "It's his business to keep his hand, and it's my business for me to make a move, I want you to make noise!"

He waved his sleeves violently, and the white qi was all over the place, and countless sparks rushed towards the disciple. The disciples of Kunlun were furious when they saw this, and immediately pinched out their swords to use magic weapons, which were different from the sword cultivation of Emei in Shushan, and there were many magic weapons in Kunlun. What kind of wind chimes, blue cloud satin, phaseless fans, purple thunder fairy hammers, Daluo Tianwang and so on.

These magic weapons shine in the air, and they go straight to meet those sparks, and they are in a stalemate. Unexpectedly, those sparks suddenly burst open, scattered into even finer sparks, bypassed those magic weapons, and fell on the Kunlun disciples.

"His primordial god control is so terrifying!" Whether it was Kunlun Kongtong or the sect monks outside, they were all shocked by Feng Xuanyi's hand and were speechless.

The formation of spells requires the cooperation of mana and primordial spirits. Mana is responsible for providing power, and Genshin is responsible for controlling distribution. There is a limit to the number of objects controlled by the original god, and too much mana will get out of control and then collapse.

The number of Mars just now was at least 100,000, and after it burst open, it reached several million. However, Feng Xuanyi was able to accurately control those sparks, burst them and quickly control them again, and sprinkled them evenly on the Kunlun disciples, not even a single spark was wasted.

What a perverted manipulation!

"Ahhh

Feng Xuanyi looked down at the Kunlun disciples who were meditating on the ground to drive away fire, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, his eyes were cold and ruthless.

"I'll count three times, and all of you Kunlun will quit, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless!"

"Don't!"

A crisp voice interrupted Feng Xuanyi's words, and in the corner of the stone pile, there was a small Kunlun disciple who was squatting on the stone and peeling melon seeds, and said loudly: "I won't leave until I see Brother Han!"

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!" Feng Xuan's face changed, and he slapped his palm to the ground. The earth cracked, and the fiery red magma gushed out, Jiang Lin was so frightened that he flew into the air all of a sudden, and said angrily: "Whatever you say, you can fight, shouldn't you report your name first?"

Feng Xuanyi said coldly: "I'm not interested in knowing the name of the miscellaneous fish, get out!"

The flames silently appeared beside Jiang Lin, and then suddenly gathered, leaving him with nowhere to escape.

Jiang Lin's little face turned pale, and he stretched out his hand and said, "The wind is surging!"

The wind and clouds of cultivation are running rapidly, and the pure mana is gushing endlessly. For a while, Jiang Lin was surrounded by white clouds, blocking all those flames.

The wind was silent, and I saw those clouds drifting gently, and a soft breeze blew past Jiang Lin and headed towards Feng Xuanyi. When the dark incense floated, Feng Xuan's pupils constricted, and with a push of both hands, a flame enchantment was condensed. At this time, his expression of contempt was gone, but the moment the wind blew, his face instantly turned terrified!

This gentle breeze, with a faint fragrance, blew out Feng Xuanyi's flame enchantment!

The Kongtong disciples below were also shocked, they didn't expect that there was a wind in this world that could blow out the Zhurong Divine Fire!

The wind is still blowing, blowing towards Feng Xuanyi. He didn't dare to resist, and jumped up to a higher place, narrowly avoiding the strange wind. Jiang Lin didn't give up, and with a wave of his little hand, four clouds came back and forth, left and right, trapping Feng Xuanyi in it.

What is the use of just four clouds? Because of the strange wind just now, Feng Xuanyi didn't dare to underestimate it, he exhaled and opened his voice, and his fist was wrapped around the Zhurong Divine Fire, blasting towards one of them.

Jiang Lin saw him working so hard, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he smiled and said, "Super stupid." ”

Since this Fengyun decided to start cultivating, every day it was the head of Kunlun or Chen Shuzhi who fed him, this white cloud even gave them a deep headache, Feng Xuanyi actually chose to fight hard.

Young people, it's not bad to eat a trench and grow wise. Jiang Lin looked at Feng Xuanyi, who was attacking with all his might, and his dark eyes were full of sly smiles.

This punch blasted out and smashed on the white clouds in front of him, like a pile of cotton, and his right hand fell into it on the spot. Feng Xuan felt bad for a moment, but with too much force, the middle of the white clouds collapsed, wrapping Feng Xuan's whole person, looking like a marshmallow. The other three white clouds immediately merged into the slightly thin marshmallow, adding weight to it, and soon a huge "marshmallow" appeared in the air.

Feng Xuanyi struggled in this pile of white clouds, he spat flames in his mouth, his muscles and flesh were raised, and he punched and kicked his shoulders, which was completely useless. These white clouds do not know what the texture is, they are invulnerable, they are extremely tough, and the harder they struggle, the tighter they are wrapped.

As soon as Feng Xuan stopped moving, a firebird flew out from his forehead, and the white clouds had no effect on the firebird's primordial spirit void body. He controlled the firebird to rush towards Jiang Lin, and between the two wings, countless sparks flew towards Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin knew that this fire was powerful, and he didn't attack people, but burned the Yuan Shen. She looked at those sparks, took a deep breath, recalled the exercises taught by the old grandfather of Longyuan Pavilion, and suddenly pushed out a palm: "The wind is blowing!"

This time there was no wind, the sky suddenly became overcast, and the air was extremely dull. Seeing that this sky full of sparks was about to fly to Jiang Lin, suddenly, a strong wind rose!

Many people have never seen such a strong wind in their lives, and the sky is full of people flying!

Regardless of Kunlun Kongtong, the injured are ordinary people, everyone screams again and again, and collides in the air. The strength of the wind blew out all the sparks in front of him, and the firebird spirit of Feng Xuanyi blew out the light and extinguishment, faintly dissipating.

The power of one palm, so terrifying!