"It's ...... The little princess is here?"

"This will be the real show, it is said that the little princess seems to be quite fond of Yang Xuan, and this Wen Yuan admires the little princess...... Tsk tsk, some of them watched"

"Really? How could the little princess like that little white face?

"Shhhhhhh

Among the crowd, there were still many people who joined in the fun, ignoring the jealous remarks of some monks who also admired Youruo, and a pair of eyes were rising with the fire of gossip, staring intently at the three people facing each other in the field. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wen Yuan was stunned for an instant, this voice was so familiar to him that he couldn't be more familiar, it was the reason why the person who was haunted by his dreams and directed the overall situation of this martial arts fight.

"Youruo, why are you here?"

The purple qi slowly steamed and fell, and a beautiful figure appeared on the martial arts platform, looking at everything in the field angrily, and his face was slightly gloomy.

"Wen Yuan, what do you mean?"

Youruo's attitude towards Yang Xuan obviously stimulated this pride of the sky, and the surprise that finally appeared on his face instantly turned to hatred, and his voice was indifferent:

"It's nothing, let's talk to Senior Brother Yang Xuan"

"Fight, with strange cold ice?"

"......Shh Yang Xuan's junior brother's strength is amazing, I, a cultivator who has created a peerless realm, can barely compare to it, so I naturally have to go all out, otherwise, how can it be called a competition?"

Wen Yuan's words were particularly true, as if the original intention was like this, and people couldn't find the slightest fault with it.

Youruo didn't buy it, and just wanted to refute it, but when he saw the fat man next to him who was slightly panting, he opened his mouth and said, "Fuck you, shameless thing, when you just started, wasn't there a good reason?

The fat man was still filled with righteous indignation, it turned out that when Yang Xuan decided to take the move, he had already left first to find Youruo, in his eyes, the idea in Wen Yuan's heart could not be clearer, rather than hoping that he would not play tricks or routines, it was better to seek a safe way by himself.

By the way, you can also let Youruo, a frank little girl, see the people around her, who can be friends, and who should stay away.

After saying that, the fat man looked at Yang Xuan, whose movements were extremely stiff and his body was covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and said hatefully, "Bastard, it's really ruthless, a monk in the realm of creation and Shen Nian Zang still needs to use hole cards?"

"Hole cards, you think that's my hole cards?"

The fat man was silent, at this moment, he could only look at Yang Xuan to see if he was okay, and naturally he didn't care about anything else.

"What a joke......"

Wen Yuan said this, smiling coldly, as if he was quite disdainful of the fat man's previous remarks.

Suddenly, there was a sudden clicking sound in the quiet field, but Yang Xuan, whose body was stiff, changed, a faint blood color appeared, and after some difficult movements, the flexibility of the body recovered a little, and for a while, the cold air turned into a thick fog and steamed, rendering the field like a fairyland.

There was a rather crisp sound of muscles and bones, and all the white frost around Yang Xuan's body fell, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed, but I don't know if the cold on his face had not yet receded, or because of anger, he was pale and cold.

"There's another trick, please give me advice"

"Yang Xuan!" The fat man and Youruo were very surprised to see him get out of trouble, but when they heard this, they were immediately a little surprised, and they opened their mouths with concern.

"It doesn't matter"

Wen Yuan raised his eyebrows, a faint smile appeared on his face, and his eyes showed Youruo, the meaning was very clear, probably "You saw it, what he wants to take has nothing to do with me"

But it met Youruo's increasingly cold gaze.

There was a slight chill in his heart, Wen Yuan's anger for no reason, but he didn't show it, but the smile on the corner of his mouth froze a little, and in an instant, the light flashed in his hand, and a long sword glowing with a misty blue light was held tightly in his hand, the sword was three feet long, and the cold light of the blade flowed, projecting a cold brilliance.

The momentum between heaven and earth suddenly condensed, and it seemed that it was in demand a lot because of the appearance of this sword.

Yang Xuan didn't dare to be careless, and the Fan Chen pen was also clenched in his hand, and between the thunder and true yuan, the coercion was diffuse, and he fought against Wen Yuan.

"It's a very good momentum, but senior brother still has to tell you, just to this extent, you can't take this trick"

"Try it, in my eyes, you're not strong enough to defeat me with one move"

Wen Yuan listened, his eyebrows raised again, and there was a trace of disdain and contempt in his eyes, for some reason, his remarks should have been contempt for himself, but he didn't feel angry at the moment, and there was only a faint sympathy and pity in his heart.

"What the hell is a short-sighted waste" thought in his heart, but he didn't refute it, his eyes were suddenly sharp, and he suddenly raised his hand, and the long sword drew a blue trace, and the sword style was like a wave, layered on top of each other, roaring continuously.

In an instant, a large piece of brilliant sword light swiped out and struck towards Yang Xuan's head.

The sword style is constantly approaching, and the rich blue light even reflects Yang Xuan's whole body blue, three zhang, two zhang, and one zhang...... Keep getting closer.

Wen Yuan's face was strange, but there was a hint of vague surprise, and there was an illusion that he should have been like this, as if he had seen Yang Xuan's miserable end under his own move, or the sad picture of his body and head being separated.

Yu Ruo was extremely shocked, looking at all this in disbelief, seeing that the fierce offensive was getting closer and closer, and Yang Xuan had not yet reacted, he raised his hands lightly, blooming with misty purple qi, and wanted to help stop him.

The fat man's face was tangled, his small eyes were full of nervousness, he was extremely anxious, his mind moved, the Qiankun abacus was sacrificed, and the same blue halo flowed, and he had to force his shot.

The audience in the audience was inexplicably surprised, "Could it be that Yang Xuan is already at the end of the crossbow?"

Seven-foot, six-foot...... Four-foot, three-foot......

Just when everyone thought that Yang Xuan was about to give up completely, just when the majestic purple qi of Youruo and the fat man's abacus offensive had already been nearly half of the shot, just when the surprise and cruelty in Wen Yuan's eyes were getting stronger and stronger......

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded out of thin air between heaven and earth, like the sound of heaven, and the sound of thunder was chaotic, and everyone in the field instantly felt that their ears were buzzing as if they were deaf, and they saw that the fierce sword style was instantly stagnant, and there was a feeling of slowly dissipating.

The next moment, the furious loud sound gradually faded away, and the sound between heaven and earth turned melodious.

But in Wen Yuan's ears, the infinite power did not decrease but increased, at this moment, he only felt that his qi and blood were surging, and the sea of knowledge was stinging like thousands of silver needles stabbing violently, and the mind controlling the sword style became more and more difficult to condense, and the whole person suddenly withered.

"This, this can't be ......" he spat out these two words from his throat with difficulty, his ears still buzzing, but the impact of the mystery did not diminish in the slightest, affecting his every movement.

In a trance, I clearly heard a soft drink:

"Writing the Righteous Law, Life and Death Return"

The voice is ethereal, domineering, revealing a hint of grandeur, every word is like a heavy hammer, mercilessly striking on his own sea of knowledge, above his heart, and then, the familiar blue color in front of him was replaced by three thunderous golden rays, gradually enlarged in the pupils......

At the last moment, Wen Yuan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, expelled the discomfort in his mind with the stinging pain in his mouth, and the long sword returned to defense, bringing up a rich blue light, protecting himself behind him.

There was a burst of cry in his mouth, and the blue light barrier instantly filled with an icy aura, which actually formed an ice barrier in an instant, resisting the upcoming attack.

"Boom, boom, boom......" three consecutive explosions, ice chips flying in the field, thunder arcs scattered, making the scene a mess.

Everyone had just come back to their senses from the awakening thunder, and the powerful scene in front of them made them stunned again, and the passive defender was actually changed.

Didn't Yang Xuan give up on that meeting, what happened after that sound?

Everyone was puzzled, but as far as they could see, they all opened their mouths in astonishment.

On the top of the strict ice barrier, three foot-long cracks, you can see the situation behind the barrier, Wen Yuan looked at the three blood marks on his chest in disbelief, the slightest trace of blood overflowed, soaked in the torn moon-white robe, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

"The three moves have passed, and I have conceded"

Yang Xuan took the beckons and stood, hugged his fists slightly, and in the horrified eyes of everyone, he turned around and left Youruo and the fat man behind him, and the group of three disappeared outside the martial arts arena.

A group of onlookers, their eyes retracted from a distance, and re-landed on the figure that seemed to be a little embarrassed standing on the spot, the wound was not deep, and after the barrier of the ice barrier, it had already weakened most of its power, and it was only a little bit of skin.

But this is also shocking enough, you must know that Yang Xuan's cultivation is a whole realm worse than him, or a realm with a considerable difference, and it is like a cloud.

And now, it is Wen Yuan who is injured by the creation of the realm of desperation...... Although it is not unprecedented, but it happened in front of everyone's eyes, how can you not be amazed, how can you not be shocked?

The atmosphere was silent for a long time, and before everyone could come to their senses, there was a sudden roar of extreme anger in the field, and the ice barrier exploded instantly, and the ice chips were scattered like a sharp knife.

In the panic, I don't know how many inner disciples were scratched who didn't have time to dodge.

"Yang Xuan!

Wen Yuan gritted his teeth, stomped his feet with hatred, brought out a violent wave of qi, and his figure rose to the sky, with a mournful cry, and gradually moved away, leaving a group of monks who were constantly wailing in the field, wanting to vent but had no choice but to swallow bitter water.

Far away from the martial arts arena, Yang Xuan heard this roar, and smiled coldly, the consumption and malaise caused by the fight had all faded under the effect of the pill, but the mental state was still slightly poor, but it was the last thunder sound mystery, Yang Xuan barely used the realm of the big sound Xisheng, so he still needed to rest and recover.

This can be regarded as the first application of this mystery, the effect is extraordinary, with the grammar attack that has been mastered, it must be a big killing move, the strong fight, and the winner can be divided in an instant, which shows the strength of this thunder sound mystery.

"Okay, boy, I actually hurt the strong man of creation, and the fat man who hurt me was worried about a ......"

"Luck, his ego hurt him"

Youruo listened to the small talk between the two, a trace of inexplicable meaning flashed in his eyes, and then, with a smile on his face, he walked quietly beside him, not knowing what he was thinking.