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www.xSHUOTXT.Com carefree people were full of doubts, stretched out their hands to take the transparent flute, and there was an inseparable feeling implied in it.

Suddenly, the body of the carefree man shook like an electric shock, and a warm current of vitality rushed in, and the true qi in his body was squeezed aside without any resistance, allowing this air current to spread wildly.

The loose man subconsciously opened his hand to hold the flute, but the flute had already taken root and adhered to it. The green sè light above the flute slowly faded, but there was a green sè aura around the loose people slowly rising.

"Sit down and melt these two spiritual powers. The white-robed young man reminded softly.

The scattered people suddenly have a feeling that they are close to the distance, and the young people seem to be so far away but so close, which makes people feel like they are leaving.

However, he didn't have time to think about it, the violent life that invaded his body had enveloped every inch of his body. However, the power in his body was completely squeezed into the dantian, and it can be said that he was almost about to lose his self-control. But this feeling made him very useful, and the feeling of jīng's lack of strength caused by the great loss of vitality was gradually fading.

According to the words, the Xiaoyao Sanren hurriedly sat down cross-legged, folded his hands and closed his eyes to feel the true qi of the dantian and the full vitality. The green light around him suddenly jumped and burned as if it had been sensed, but this spiritual power repaired the damaged vitality at an extremely terrifying speed, and in the blink of an eye, the jīng power became vigorous.

The white-robed young man smiled bitterly and nodded slightly, but his eyes were still emotionlessly observing the five people trapped by his sword shadow.

At this time, a worn-out long sword that had been restored to the original sè was inserted into Jiao Xiong's chest, and the original golden "Tiangang Golden Armor" had been broken and could not be broken again. Even on the ground around the scorched bear, there were a few pieces of blood-drenched broken armor.

The other four shields were not much better, they were all as dull as a mortal injury, and the protective power on them had become extremely weak.

The white qi on the fist wind of the Confucian Monarch against the sky has long since disappeared, and the wall of qi has become loose and abnormal. He was nervous in his heart, and while secretly scolding Qian Lingzi for his injustice, he was thinking hard about how to get out of trouble.

The traceless sword in the masked young man's hand turned dark red, and his forehead was also flushed. The green tendons under the sweat stains burst out in shock, as if they were suffering something.

The face of the person on the yuba was extremely heavy, and his eyes were blood-red. From the colorful long whip, a heavy breath continued to pass into his body along the hand holding the whip, and his burly figure trembled slightly, as if he was also suffering some kind of pain.

And the black and white whip shadows have appeared on the colorful long whip again, but the wind is tired, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls is also more yīn sen.

Elder Kumu's face couldn't be more bitter, and the inky black light that came out of it continued to collapse and disappear as if it had met a nemesis. He had to keep using the judge's pen to move forward, and the true power in his body continued to drain away. What made him even more speechless was that the inky black light spots originally had an extremely strong corrosive effect, but they were destroyed by the purple sword shadow before they had the slightest effect.

After observing for a while, the white-robed young man suddenly looked coldly at Qian Lingzi, who had been silent. He slowly raised his hands upward, and a turquoise long sword and a worn long sword roared back.

The white-robed young god sneered indifferently, holding the two swords with one hand and one sword. I saw that the young man waved his hands slightly, and the light on the surface of the dilapidated long sword became smooth again, and the two swords were once again covered with purple light.

The next scene was enough to surprise people, only to see the white-robed young man suddenly raise the green shadow sword upward. The sword shadows that wrapped the four masters of Tobu roared back frantically, and they all fell into the green shadow sword and disappeared.

It was as if the Confucian Monarchs who had escaped death couldn't believe what happened in front of them, and this qiē made their hearts beat like a nightmare. The tingling sensation had gone away, and none of them had immediately removed the protection.

They all looked at the young man with the twin swords suspiciously, and only after confirming that they were free from the threat of the sword shadow did they put away their protection.

The white-robed young man exhaled deeply, and seemed to let go of many ties in an instant. At this time, his originally pale face was also a little ruddy, and his anger looked much better.

After a while, the cold sè on the white-robed young man's face gradually faded, replaced by a chuckle. As if he had let go of all his grudges, he said softly: "The martial arts of several seniors are really powerful, and they have all broken through the bottleneck of martial arts and entered the realm of thirteen turns of martial arts, which was once just a legend, and the juniors are really impressed." ”

"Shaoxia doesn't have to be too humble, the five members of the Fang Cai Contempt Alliance have all been defeated in two moves in your hands, it's really a shame to be in the next place. What martial arts thirteen turns, it's simply not worth mentioning. If you want to say that the martial arts are profound, the white-bearded crane-haired old man opposite is the real master. If you don't want to try it, you won't be disappointed. The Confucian Monarch looked at the three people beside him, and suddenly looked at Qian Lingzi, who was watching coldly, and said with a turn of his eyes as if he was determined.

The white-robed young man followed the gaze of the Confucian Monarch against the sky, and saw an elderly Taoist with white hair and beard and five masked black-clothed people. He was speechless for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a thick palm stretched out from behind the young man, stopping between the young man and several masters.

The young man did not turn his eyes to look at people, and with his spiritual perception ability, he could know that it was his fifth uncle who was scattered.

At this time, the situation of the white-robed young man was not optimistic. He first used the original spiritual power to stabilize the poisonous wounds of several elders, and then hurriedly urged the spiritual power to attack the enemy, and then refined a jīng pure spiritual power to heal the injuries of the Xiaoyao Sanren, which had caused the breath in his body to be unbalanced. In the end, he had to be forced to forcibly withdraw the spiritual power of the attacking enemy.

What made the young man even more speechless was that these spiritual powers absorbed a lot of foreign true qi.

These true qi were also tumbling with the spiritual power after entering his body, and he even had to use the origin spiritual power to forcibly suppress and dissolve these true qi. Even with the help of the seven-string guqin, it still takes some time.

The carefree man turned his head and stared at the young man for a long time, as if he wanted to see something. However, at this time, the young god was calm, and he couldn't see a trace of the seven feelings, and the purpose was a kind of serenity that was extremely inconsistent with his age.

The carefree man couldn't help but be startled, and he began to worry about the youth. The young man's situation is clearly absorbing too much foreign true qi and is secretly resolving it, but in his opinion, this is not something that can be completed in a moment.

And the carefree people still underestimated the ability of the white-robed youth. In the past, when the Xiaoyaosan people used to dissolve the external true qi, they used the original true qi to forcibly dissolve it, but the young people used it were not true qi, which is no longer the same as rì.

The carefree man walked past the white-robed young man and walked towards the Confucian Monarch who was against the sky, as if he had recovered in this moment, and there was no trace of tiredness in his eyes. He said in a solemn tone: "Yu'er, go and see the injuries of your uncles, and leave them to me first." ”

Xiaoyaosanren held the soft sword lightly in his right hand, and the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and a sharp and incomparable sword aura faintly came out from the tip of the sword. He held the jade flute upside down in his left hand, and the sound of the sound was faintly revealed between the gentle waves. Against the backdrop of the majestic green robe and golden crown, the long-lost arrogance was faintly highlighted.

"Fifth uncle, you ......" The white-robed young man clenched his swords excitedly. As soon as the words fell, I saw the young man's figure flash, and he disappeared in place again strangely.

In the blink of an eye, a figure flashed three feet in front of the free scattered man, and the white-robed young man flashed out again. He held his double sword to stop the loose people, and resolutely said: "Just let the child be xìng once, uncle, they will all be handed over to you." Be especially careful of that white-bearded and white-haired old man, this person is by no means simple. It is now necessary for you to repay these people for what you have suffered. ”

The carefree man frowned, and the stubbornness of the white-robed young man made him cry and laugh a little. I haven't seen him for ten years, and I didn't expect that I could only look forward to it in front of this former junior.

In addition to self-deprecation, it is more gratifying. What else do you want to say? And the young man stepped forward again, without giving him the slightest chance to speak.