"Ahem......"

A dark shadow appeared at the door of the Troll Temple.

The person who came was wrapped in a wide black cloak, and his face could not be seen, but he was very tall, at least three heads taller than He Yi. As soon as he stood at the door, he blocked out a lot of outside light, making the whole hall a lot darker.

"If you want to have a discussion, please go outside, so as not to disturb others from reading the scriptures. A low and old but neutral male voice came from under the black cloak, giving people the psychological impression of a strong old man.

The two of them, who were in the middle of the fierce battle, stopped the offensive together, each took half a step back, and stood on both sides with the jade slip as the middle boundary.

After looking at the seeker, the tall man didn't seem to say more, and the two took the initiative to talk. At this time, the blood-robed young man's red eyes were a little smiling, and he said to He Yi: "Your skills are not bad, how about you fight again?"

"Accompany you to the end. The latter replied with four words, and was not worried that the other party would play tricks on him and take away the jade slip, so he walked to the door first.

"Interesting. Seeing that he left first, the blood-robed young man also quickly followed, and the two walked out of the hall from the black figure left and right, and came to the bluestone flat.

Although the second layer of bluestone flat is not as big as the thousand-zhang wide flat land at the bottom, it is also as wide as 100 zhang, which is enough for people to show their strength and play wantonly.

The Troll Palace, which is more than ten zhang high, is not big for Qingshiping, and the two walked out for dozens of zhang before stopping, facing each other five zhang away.

After they came out, the tall black-robed old man and the people who passed by around them also cast their eyes, many of them watched with interest, only a few people came and went in a hurry, just glanced at them and went elsewhere.

After standing still, the blood-robed young man moved his muscles and bones, and said, "My name is Fang Jing, the young master of the Blood Cloud Building in the outer city of Xuandu, and I haven't asked Your Excellency for advice yet." ”

He Yi secretly rolled his eyes, and said with disdain in his heart: Just now he was looking like a ruffian, but now some viewers have immediately become knowledgeable about etiquette, this guy is really good at pretending!

Of course, he naturally can't lose his momentum on the scene! With a fist, he replied loudly: "He Yi is from the Ming Palace." Thanks to Fang Shaolou's disdain, I will try your advanced martial arts with my beginner skills. ”

"Ming Wangfu!"

"It's actually someone from the Ming Palace!"

Several people around were moved.

Although Lin Yanzhi has been crowned king for a long time, under the double low profile of Lord Xuan and himself, not many people know the situation of the Ming Palace. As for the people of the Ming Palace, except for a few masters, even fewer people know about it. As soon as He Yi's words came out, many people began to guess his identity and status in the Ming Palace.

The blood-robed young man Fang Jing's surprise was obviously no less than that of the people around him, he nodded and said, "It turned out to be a person from the Xuandu New Star Ming Palace, no wonder he has such strength when he cultivates it." I am fortunate to have you as an opponent today, and I would like to ask Brother He for advice!"

When the words fell, there was already an extra scarlet spear in his hand, and the whole person turned into a bloody arrow and flew towards He Yi!

He Yi spit on the two postures of others before and after, but he did not dare to slack off in battle, seeing that the other party showed his weapon, he immediately raised his hand and pulled out the firewood knife behind his back, and shook him with armor-piercing darkness when the gun was lit.

Fang Jing's cultivation is true of the Qingming Realm, and he did not deliberately suppress the strength when he fought with He Yi, but when the spear collided with the armor-piercing power, He Yi still suffered a dark loss, and took half a step back to dissolve the penetrating power brought by the spear.

Fang Jing, who had eaten eighteen layers of dark energy, stiffened a little and recovered in the blink of an eye, he didn't mean to be polite at all, and when he recovered his strength, he immediately danced out of the spear and poked it with a shot!

He Yi, who had just been repulsed by half a step, happened to take advantage of the momentum of regression to break through the mountain to eliminate the attack of the second shot, and then the firewood knife was slashed into a full circle, throwing out a red and scorching sail-shaped knife qi!

The colors of fire and blood intertwined on the bluestone floor, bursting out with a series of violent roars and waves of qi. He Yi pulled back a little of his disadvantage with three consecutive sails of the sea of fire, and then took advantage of the lightning that had not yet dissipated to speed up and deceive himself to hand out a sword to break the void.

Fang Jing's spear was bloody, and when the Broken Void Ancient Knife twisted the air and slashed at him, he did not retreat but advanced, the blood on his body rose sharply, and he stabbed back with a spear, and the head of the spear was like a blood dragon opening its mouth to devour the deceived swordsman!

One inch long and one inch strong, his spear is more than three feet longer than He Yi's broken knife, so it is naturally the right choice to give up defense and attack under such an advantage.

He Yi's knife did not cut down at any cost, because it was not yet time to win or lose. Before the spear was on his body, his broken void turned and knocked open the blood dragon's mouth, forcing the blood dragon to fly out, and at the same time, he used the residual strength of the cleaver to cut out a second knife, directly taking Fang Jing's chest!

After Fang Cai's close combat and short sword encounters, he already knew that his strength would not be too inferior to Fang Jing, with this confidence, he didn't have much pressure in this battle, even if the lightning power was dispersed, it would only affect the running speed, and it had nothing to do with his skills!

However, his sword failed to achieve his wish, and was blocked by the barrel of the gun that came from the side.

Fang Jing's horizontal spear blocked the second ordinary move from He Yi's slash, and then the spear was pulled into a flower, and a beautiful and bloody gun shadow was shot on the bluestone flat, forcing He Yi to retreat. The perfect momentum under his combo is not only full of ornamentation, but also the power is also extraordinary, He Yi responded several times, but he could not completely solve the hidden penetrating power in the gun, and he had no choice but to lose a rare opportunity to get close.

A circle of gun shadows danced, Fang Jing's self-confidence rose a lot, the rhythm of the spear shaking and piercing accelerated, and his posture became more atmospheric and chic.

The people around saw that the green-shirted swordsman was forced to retreat, and the people who were secretly Daoming Wangfu were just like that, but at this time, they saw He Yi's sudden burst of momentum!

He Yi temporarily gave up his intention to attack after being forced to retreat by Fang Jing's combo, and after struggling to defuse a series of attacks with amazing strength, he finally felt the rhythm change between Fang Jing's moves, and at this time, launched his strongest move - breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat!

The cyan figure flew out like lightning with the ancient strange knife, and rushed towards the blood-colored spear that was also full of Changhong!

In the next moment, the knife and the gun may collide violently, and the two people will probably fly back separately.

Sensing the terrifying momentum brought by He Yi's knife, which almost made the air tremble, Fang Jing's strength in his hand unconsciously increased by a few points, exerting twelve points of strength, in order to use his strongest posture to defeat him under the opponent's strongest attack!

But at this moment, He Yi's hands that were clenching the firewood knife actually separated one and grabbed the spear from the side!

The momentum that had originally reached its peak suddenly dropped by half with the separation of his left hand, but the next moment, everyone who thought he was going to give up attacking and turn to defense saw that the blood-colored spear that pierced through Changhong actually shifted three inches in the direction of his left hand!

The spear pointed at the tip of the knife staggered with the ancient knife!

Without allowing Fang Jing and those viewers to react, He Yi's firewood knife had already swept over the spear with his figure, and it was close to Fang Jing's chest!

In this case, Fang Jing, whose strength was not much stronger than He Yi, was already powerless. His spear of twelve-point force came out of his opponent's shoulder, cutting through the blue lotus petal-shaped garment, leaving a thin streak of blood, but it did not cause more damage. And almost at the same moment, the strangely shaped ancient knife stabbed him in the chest, sending him flying hundreds of feet away with a gun, spraying blood along the way, and falling on the bluestone floor.

If it weren't for the fact that a bubble-like film at the critical moment would have dissolved half of his strength in the cauldron and sunken boat, perhaps this knife could directly divide him into two sections as a chest, and even if he didn't die, it would take a huge amount of blood and qi to reshape his body.

The young master of the Blood Cloud Building, who had just entered the Qingming Realm, lost to a person from the Ming Wangfu who was in the late stage of unification.

This Fang Qingping, for a while, was silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

Some people were surprised by the strength of He Yi, a unified monk, and some people were shocked at why Fang Jing turned the tip of his spear at the last moment, causing him to lose. As a party, Fang Jing's shock was even greater than that of the onlookers!

At that moment just now, the shot he threw all his strength into was deflected by He Yi's hand that did not touch the tip of the gun! That strange attraction had no strength to resist after he shot with all his strength, so it became a scene where he changed direction and swept the tip of the spear that should have been fighting with the firewood knife over the opponent's shoulder.

That strange attraction is naturally the power of He Yi's black hole. Recently, his resentment about the inability to apply the power of the black hole has become bigger and bigger, but at that moment, he had a whim, gave up the small half power of the stab, freed the left hand of the knife, and used the power of the black hole to deflect Fang Jing's spear with all his strength. Although this would greatly reduce the power of his sword, after all, the real gap between the two was not very large, and half the power of the cauldron was enough to defeat Fang Jing.

If it weren't for the invisible prohibition of the Nine Heavens Dao Pavilion at the last moment to protect Fang Jing, who was in danger of his life, and unload another half of the strength of the broken cauldron and sinking the boat, Fang Jing would at least not be seriously injured at this time.

As for He Yi, he just bled a little and his clothes were broken.

"That's ...... What kind of power?" The young master of the Blood Cloud Building got up and vomited a mouthful of blood, and his already pale skin was even paler at this time. However, it seems that his injuries are only minor and serious, and they do not hurt the roots.

He Yi smiled, inserted the chai knife back into the black scabbard on his back, and replied, "Secret." ”

After saying that, he didn't care about his injuries and the opinions of the onlookers around him, leaving Fang Jing with a sluggish face and walking alone to the Troll Palace.

I thought I was a weakling, but I didn't expect that the opponent was just a rising star who had just entered the Qingming Realm, and after this fight, he not only stretched his fists and feet freely, but also spit out the evil breath he had swallowed just now, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Walking to the troll hall, the old man who was very tall but covered in a black cloak seemed to glance at him. He Yi nodded in acknowledgment, and walked in by mistake.

The small injuries on his body have an immortal body, and they can be healed in less than two quarters of an hour, and what he has to do now is naturally to take a good look at what the knife technique in "Liuhe Dragon Elephant Jin" looks like!

When he walked to the second ghost brazier on the left, the tall old man at the door suddenly asked, "Little friend, what special suction power did your left hand exert?"