Ji Qiqi's battle with the old man with the iron pot on his back and the middle-aged Taoist with his eyes closed was also continuing, and the wind and thunder were still roaring at this time, because the middle-aged Taoist's eyes were still closed.

As long as the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist are still closed, then the wind and thunder have no chance to stop.

The wind and thunder did bring a lot of trouble to Ji Seventeen's spell.

The eyes of the middle-aged Taoist were always closed, but his face became more and more pale, and the thunder and wind condensed all the strength at this time and slammed towards Ji Seventeen, Ji Seventeen was the enemy they had to face and kill, as long as Ji Seventeen was killed by them, then seizing the Mixed Yuan Immortal Essence in Ye Linfeng's body was like probing for something.

The old man who was carrying the iron pot on his back had already taken down the pitch-black iron pot, and Ji XVII found that the pitch-black iron pot was engraved with runes.

The old man's hands were sealed, and the iron pot he took off trembled slightly, and he sneered at Ji Seventeen like a big dish.

The iron pot flashed directly into a light, a black light.

The target of the "black light" was Ji Seventeen standing on the top of the tower, and the speed of the "black light" was extremely fast, as if it was about to cut Ji Seventeen's handsome face.

The old man's gray hair was sparse and sparse, revealing the top of his bald head, his thin face was wrinkled as deep as mountains and rivers, and his dark yellow eyes looked listless.

However, at this time, a hint of joy flashed on his face like tree bark, because the "black light" was about to be cut to Ji Seventeen, or there was a great certainty that it would be cut to Ji Seventeen.

Ji Seventeen was busy dealing with the rushing thunder and wind, and he really had no time to take care of it, and the violent thunder was about to blow Ji Seventeen's blood-red robe to pieces several times.

Just when the old man who was controlling the iron pot thought that the blow just now was successful, he saw the top of the tower of Kutuo Temple explode with a bang, and sawdust and stone chips were scattered all over the ground.

The thin old man's face was solemn, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.

Ji Seventeen was still standing, but this time he was not standing on the top of the tower, but in mid-air.

The blood-red robe was still unbroken, and the flower in the bun was still upright, not biased, just right.

"Su Wen Ji Gongzi is naturally smart, today's battle really amazed the old man, he has already cultivated to a flash at a young age, he is obviously a ** who can cultivate to the realm of immortals, he is really a genius. The old man muttered, the sound of his throat squeezing out of his throat was as unpleasant as a brush brushing a rusty broken iron bucket.

Ji Qiqi smiled silently, that smile was a little unpredictable, the smile was not stiff, the more he laughed, the deeper it became, the deeper it was elusive.

"But you've met two seniors of the same realm as you this time, so you have to be careful. As he spoke, the old man laughed, and his mouth was long gone, so his laughter was extremely unpleasant and painful.

Ji Seventeen still smiled back, and that smile was still unpredictable.

I saw the old man's two index fingers together, pressed against his chest, his eyes slightly open, and his face expressionless.

The pitch-black iron pot just now stood in the air and shook a few times, then slowly grew larger, until finally it was like a mountain.

This pitch-black iron pot has become a black and oppressive mountain, oppressing the surrounding heaven and earth vitality, this iron pot like a mountain has no other characteristics, but it is just big, just black, but it is also so palpitating, feeling great pressure.

The huge iron pot crushed towards Ji Seventeen, its sound was like thunder, its momentum was like Yue, the rumbling sound was endless, and the black pressure covered the sky.

At the same time, the wind and thunder cast by the middle-aged man with his eyes closed continued to attack Ji Seventeen, and soon there was another thing in the sky, and this kind of thing was snow.

It's snow, it's ordinary snow.

It's snow, but it's not ordinary snow.

To be exact, this is snow with telekinesis attached.

It is the legendary magic technique, so far, there have been two magic techniques in this battle, one is the wind and thunder, and the other is the snow falling.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the middle-aged Taoist's face became more and more pale, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Thunderstorms, strong winds, falling snow, and Kurogaku oppressed the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and the condensed Yuan Qi of the four combined to form a Yuan Qi balloon with great oppressive power.

The middle-aged Taoist and the bald old man performed the spell at the same time, and the sphere with huge oppressive force was thrown towards Ji Seventeen like a stone, with an extremely fast speed, sneering and rubbing the air, and roaring away.

Ji Seventeen swallowed the vitality of heaven and earth, kept swallowing, sucking and swallowing, swallowing and sucking, the speed was extremely fast, and then shouted: "Merry." ”

I saw that the huge sphere that had been condensed suddenly became much smaller and its speed slowed down.

Ji Qiqi actually realized something from the word "merry" written to Ye Linfeng by Mo Santong, no wonder he could still have so much confidence in the face of two such tricky opponents.

The so-called romance naturally has a variety of meanings, and since it has a variety of meanings, there are also many ways to break the enemy and kill people.

Obviously, Ji Seventeen and Ye Linfeng are different, because this is determined by personality and hobbies, Ji Seventeen does not like Ye Linfeng to love words, and likes to experience the profound meaning of words, so what Ji Seventeen realized is the appearance of "romance".

He loves only beautiful things, which can be simple or complex.

Ji Seventeen does not have Ye Linfeng's "merry", but he has his own "coquettishness", so he did not understand the deep meaning of "merry", or it may be that he disdains to understand it at all.

It's good to be able to kill, why bother to force yourself.

Ji Seventeen's movements are still so beautiful, and he is not chaotic in such a fierce battle just because he has strong self-confidence.

He had calculated and analyzed that the huge sphere formed by the condensation of the four, as long as one of them was broken, the other three could no longer be combined, and then they only needed to be broken one by one, and he believed that the middle-aged Taoist with his eyes closed was about to be exhausted, and he would not be able to support it.

Therefore, Ji Seventeen used the word "merry" to break the "wind" in the "wind and thunder" cast by the middle-aged Taoist, and the so-called "merry" ideogram is what it means.

The wind is gone, and there is no more wind.

How can a cultivation genius like Ji Seventeen not see that this middle-aged Taoist is the inheritor of "divine arts", the techniques he casts are divine arts, and "wind and thunder" and "snow falling" are "divine arts" recorded and passed on in the world.

Ji Seventeen was not very surprised by this, he was only surprised why these two people had such a powerful telekinesis.

Without the howling of the wind, there is no need for the violent thunderstorm to continue to exist.

Ji Seventeen shouted that blow just now and decisively wiped out the wind, and the thunderstorm also dissipated.

The sphere, which had become smaller and slower, had now fallen apart and was no longer there.

Then at this moment, there is only "Snow Fall" and the huge "Black Mountain", and the enemy facing at this time is still very tricky.

One is manipulating an iron pot as big as Dayue, and the other is casting divine magic.

For "Snow Falling", Ji Seventeen is very familiar.

In the battle of Liuxianju, Ji Seventeen concluded that it was this person.

It's just that the smell is a little familiar.

Just because there is no such coincidence in the world.

Ji Qiqi meditated in his heart: It seems that some forces in the cultivation world are really about to make a move, and they are actually united.

"In that case, then I will send you two to heaven so that you will suffer less from the suffering of the world. The corners of Ji Seventeen's mouth raised, as if mocking.

"Arrogant boy, I'll let you die under my iron pot today. "The bald old man roared madly with his toothless mouth open, and looked extremely hideous.

The middle-aged Taoist also snorted coldly and said, "Ignorant child, see if you have the ability to fight the two of us today." ”

Ji Seventeen still smiled in return, and the smile became deeper and deeper, with a hint of ridicule.

He laughed as he quickly removed the flower from his bun, and then he threw it into the air, not chic, just so beautiful, so beautiful.

When the flower was thrown out, his hands quickly formed a seal, and it was not another seal, it was the peach blossom seal that he realized on the sword cliff back then.

The peach blossom hairpin with the peach blossom seal is a perfect match, although the peach blossom seal is not mysterious, but as long as every kind of magic in the world is used properly, used just right, and can kill many people, then this is the most mysterious spell in the world.

A spell that is only for the purpose of performance is not a good spell, but a spell that is aimed at killing is a good spell. This is Ji Seventeen's Tao, this is Ji Seventeen's Law, and this is also Ji Seventeen's belief.

With the seal, the petals of the flower that had been thrown into the air detached and scattered in mid-air, the sun shining on the petals, and the petals reflected the sunlight.

Because the peach blossom is made of paper, it is made of oil paper, and origami is Ji Seventeen's favorite thing to do, so Ji Seventeen folded this peach blossom hairpin.

Something made of oiled paper is of course able to reflect sunlight.

Just the light reflected by the petals flashed, and the huge iron pot manipulated by the bald old man fell to the ground at once, smashing a huge deep pit.

It's just that the light reflected by the petals flashed, and the middle-aged Taoist's eyes were forced to open, blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and then no more snowflakes fell.

This is the illusion created by Ji Seventeen himself, and it is also his bottom line, his life-saving technique.

He had done it once in Liuxianju that day, but the enemy's surprise attack that day was too sudden and he was not prepared.

This illusion is the "Mirror Flower", the "Mirror Flower" that can one day be compared to the "Mirror Flower" of the master's August nirvana.

As long as it can reflect light, Ji Seventeen can do this, wine can be, paper flowers can be, ice cubes can, gold and silver can, smooth stones can be, and solidified breath can also be.

When he realized the "merry" of Mo Santong, coupled with the cooperation of the peach blossom seal and the peach blossom hairpin, the "mirror flower" technique was more perfect by Ji Seventeen.

More perfect is more perfect than what was done in the residence of the immortals that day.

So the middle-aged Taoist opened his eyes, and the bald old man threw away the iron pot, and they were all stabbed by the sunlight reflected by the paper peach petals.

It is not the eyes that are pierced by the light, but the sea of knowledge, because that is where the mind, brain, and consciousness are located, and this is the subtlety of the "mirror flower".

"I really didn't expect you to master so many spells at a young age, and the mutual cooperation between techniques and techniques is so good, Ji Gongzi, it seems that the old man underestimated you. The bald old man smiled bitterly, and his toothless mouth looked extremely ugly with a bitter smile, and his face became more and more pale, like wax paper.

"Please call me Second Young Master. Ji Seventeen said this concisely and clearly.

Suddenly, the bald old man scolded very resentfully: "Little rabbit cub, your grandfather, I am giving your father face, calling you Ji Gongzi, and your father will let you go." ”

Before the bald old man finished speaking, Ji Qiqi had already thrown out a piece of paper, which was extremely sharp, and gently passed through the bald old man's neck, and his head was like a watermelon rolling down, and the blood was gushing wildly, extremely bloody.

"Bad old man, 'please' you call me Second Young Master, and not 'let' you call me Second Young Master, for my father's sake, I have already given you enough face, I don't know how to lift, if you call me Second Young Master, I will consider leaving a whole corpse for you, a bad old man." Ji Qiqi put on a look that he didn't look at the bald old man at all.

Ji Seventeen was still standing in mid-air, his blood-colored robe hunting in the wind, and a new paper peach blossom was inserted in his bun.

He turned to look at the middle-aged Taoist, his gaze soft with a hint of respect.

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist's eyes had already opened, but there were still blood stains in the corners of his eyes.

"Yu Guan is really hard, let you work hard for a long time, you are tired, the corners of your eyes are bleeding, the younger generation really can't bear it, Guan Zhu has to take care. ”

There is a Sanyang Mountain in Sanyang Town, there is a Sanyang Temple in Sanyang Mountain, and there is a Yuguan Master in Sanyang Mountain, who claims to be devoted to cultivation and asks with all his heart, not to be in the red dust, not to provoke the dust of the world.

Occasionally, I got a pair of magic skills, and my heart was itchy, so I broke out of the view, which was really driven by fame and fortune, and red dust lured it.

Hearing what Ji Qiqi said, Yu Guan was about to vomit blood, and his pale face trembled violently, as if he was full of anger to vent.

"Lord Yu Guan, how is your brother-in-law lately? The old man is still in good health. Ji Seventeen asked deliberately.

"Ji Gongzi is really smart, he actually recognizes me. I haven't had much contact with my brother-in-law in recent years, and even during the holidays, it's just letters, Ji Gongzi, why do you ask this?" said the middle-aged Taoist.

"Who doesn't know that there is a Yu Guan master in Sanyang Mountain, Sanyang Town, who has mastered magic by chance, and has realized 'wind and thunder' and 'snow falling' with his eyes closed, and is happy to do good deeds. When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation, for its own selfish interests, he actually wanted to snatch the Mixed Yuan Immortal Essence and bully my little junior brother, don't think that we Mixed Yuan Immortal Sect don't know what you have done, the three of you are obviously from various forces, your brother-in-law, the old immortal bastard, is still so insatiable in his realm, sooner or later he will regret it. Ji Qiqi laughed at the middle-aged Taoist, looking at him with contempt as if he were a waste.

Faced with Ji Seventeen's disdain, the middle-aged Taoist finally couldn't help it and shouted: "Ji Seventeen, don't be too arrogant, my brother-in-law can poke you to death with one finger." ”

"I dare to call you Grandpa Ji's name, I originally wanted you to die happily, it seems that you don't have that chance. Ji Seventeen spoke.

Facing an enemy who had no mental power and was seriously injured, Ji Seventeen had ten thousand ways to kill him, and he chose the simplest one, directly throwing a sharp piece of paper, and slashing off the skin and flesh of the middle-aged Taoist with a knife, and the screams made people's hearts palpitate.