As soon as the two figures landed, they separated, and when the rainbow on their bodies dissipated, it was the Qingyi Shitai and the ghost princess Dong Xiaofang who had fought fiercely in the sky before. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is just that the two stared at each other after landing, and there were no obvious scars on their bodies, so they couldn't tell who won and who lost for a while.

The onlookers were secretly speculating, but they heard Dong Xiaofang's coquettish laughter, but the laughter was slightly lacking, which showed that the consumption of Fang Cai's long-term battle was huge, and after she coquettishly laughed, her face was a bunch, and she said: "Qingyi, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, I didn't expect your Taiyi swordsmanship to be able to cultivate to such a point, could it be that she is still alive with a clear heart?"

Master Qingyi didn't answer, but said lightly: "My Taoist mind has a natural resistance to your phantom magic skills, but if I don't know it, you are too careless." ”

Dong Xiaofang said: "Okay, good, Qingyi, a sword today, I will return it ten times the next day." As if in response to her words, as soon as the words fell, I saw a line of blood flowing from Dong Xiaofang's left arm, imprinted with her fair skin like a girl, which was shocking.

Master Qingyi glanced at Fakong, who was healing with his eyes closed under the support of everyone in Fanming Temple, and then his eyes fell on the two of them who were still fighting fiercely in the sky.

The thunder on the clouds rolled, the color of red, the color of blue, almost turned the sky into a pair of dyed cloth, mortals within a radius of a hundred miles saw it, all thought that the sky appeared a vision, the gods appeared, kowtowed and worshipped.

Suddenly, I saw the color of Xuan Qing in the sky, Shen Luoyan's face was solemn, a sword stabbed out, turned into five virtual points, and then a sword, in the middle of the five shining virtual points, added a virtual circle, but the mouth recited: "All living beings, Qi is born by him; Take me as the guide, and the sword as the gathering!"

After the spell was finished, the clouds, which had been boiling like oil in a pot, rolled even more, and the wind became more violent, and in the dark clouds, lightning flashed and sneered, and all exploded around the two of them. Around Lingshan, the breath within a hundred miles continues to gather into the pattern of the virtual painting in the air, and suddenly the white mangs are flourishing, shining like the scorching sun.

In an instant, the earth shook.

The onlookers on the ground were all in an uproar. The people of the Heavenly Gate were even more excited, and even the Fakong Master, who had originally closed his eyes to heal his wounds, opened his eyes slightly.

"Snort" a bolt of lightning, as if from ancient times, with an incomparable arrogance, fell on the "herring sword" of the blue light, turned into a trace of lightning, and dissipated silently.

Under the sky, the white light of the five-star pattern was extremely prosperous, and the "herring sword" in Shen Luoyan's hand pointed lightly at the pattern, just like a long whale absorbing water, the white light flowed into the "herring sword", and the original blue sword light was instantly replaced by white mang.

At that moment, Shen Luoyan's figure could no longer be seen, and the white light was as bright as the sun, covering this piece of heaven and earth.

"Hahahaha!" Xing Batian laughed wildly, his laughter was full of the excitement of meeting his opponent, and in Xiao Xiao's voice, his unruly words came: "Happy, happy, let Xing understand it, the 'Divine Sword Imperial Qi Technique' of Zhuan Tianmen!"

The voice fell, only to see the red mangs in the clouds, the fire dragon that was originally roaring and roaring, suddenly divided into two, the heat did not decrease, on the contrary, it was stronger, with the killing intent in the sky, opening its teeth and dancing claws, and roaring towards Shen Luoyan, who was holding up the "herring sword" like a god.

There was a sudden silence between heaven and earth, as if even the wind had stopped.

Everyone felt their hearts beat faster, and suddenly, they heard a thunderclap again, which shook the ground. In the midst of the slaughter, a huge pillar of light shot out from the "Blue Fish Sword", piercing through all the dark clouds, and rushed towards the roaring fire dragon and Xing Batian.

It's just three breaths, and in just three breaths, the red light of the fire dragon was covered by the white mang, and even Xing Batian's figure seemed to disappear in the white mang.

A cyan figure slowly fell from the clouds, Shen Luoyan held the "herring sword" in his hand tightly, his face was slightly pale, but after falling, he frowned slightly, staring at the sky above his head.

After the initial shock and silence in the crowd, the people in the righteous path suddenly broke out into a burst of cheers, and in addition to the people from the Heavenly Sect, the other people from the righteous path sect also rushed out together, tightly surrounding Shen Luoyan.

Most of the people in the field had participated in the three factions discussion conference not long ago, and they were originally amazed by Song Piaoxue's "Divine Sword Imperial Qi Technique", but now under the same move, in the hands of Shen Luoyan, it is ten times bigger.

In the midst of the joy of everyone in the righteous path, Shen Luoyan frowned, and above the sky, a tall figure slowly fell, it was Xing Batian, who had fought fiercely with Shen Luoyan in the sky before.

I saw that after he fell, he first closed his eyes for a breath, then opened his eyes, as if he had finished breathing in an instant, and then smiled slightly, and said: "Shen Feng's main cultivation is really profound, and the 'Divine Sword Imperial Qi Technique' is worthy of being one of the divine techniques of today, and the Batian has learned it." ”

The expression on Shen Luoyan's face changed slightly, and he was about to speak, but he heard Xing Batian say again: "Today's battle, it is indeed Batian who lost, Lord Shen Feng, Batian will ask for advice again in the future." ”

As soon as he said that, he raised his hand, and he actually led the people of the Demon Sect, turned around and stepped down the mountain path from the stairs, and left as promised. However, when the righteous people saw it, they thought that the Demon Sect had another trick, and when the people under the mountain returned, the people of the Demon Sect had already left the range of the Spirit Mountain, and then they put down the big stone in their hearts.

The Holy Land of Lingshan will finally be spared a difficulty.

Beyond Lingshan, the bluestone ancient road.

Next to the ancient road, a pavilion was built for passers-by to rest. The stone platform in the pavilion, at this time, is a tea set, next to the tea set, the spring water in the pot, "gurgling" on the stove. A white-clothed scribe poured boiling spring water into the cup between the tea leaves, and the fragrance of tea was everywhere.

What a picture of the secluded tea fragrance in the mountains.

Suddenly, but I listened to the long ballad from the mountain road, and there was a faint sadness in the song, and in less than a moment, I saw a middle-aged man wearing gray clothes and gray shoes of the warlock of the rivers and lakes, appeared on the mountain road, but it was three or two steps down, and he arrived outside the small pavilion.

When he entered the pavilion, he faced the white-clothed scribe, and did not speak, but sat down in front of the stone platform, picked up the tea in the cup, smelled it, drank it, and closed his eyes slightly, as if he was reminiscing about the fragrance of tea left between his teeth and cheeks.

The white-clothed scribe smiled silently, and waited for the warlock to drink a cup before sighing: "A good sentence, 'I wake up everyone is drunk, and the fragrance of wine is not as good as the fragrance of dreams'. ”

Look at the warlock in the rivers and lakes, dressed in gray singles, it is the fortune teller who went up to Lingshan with Luo Xiaosang before, and asked the righteous person at the venue to speak dumbly, he raised his eyes and looked at the white-clothed scribe, and took a cup of tea and drank it, and at the end, sighed: "Zhou Junshi really knows the way of tea, the mountain spring here, boiling but not rolling, brewing with Xianwu Mountain cloud tea, just right, making people's lips and teeth fragrant, I don't know what year it is in the world." ”

Zhou Junshi smiled slightly: "If Mr. likes it, I still have it, Mr. can take it......"

Zhou Junshi didn't finish speaking, but he saw the fortune teller wave his hand, stood up and said: "Tea is good tea, but unfortunately life is not good." Here's the matter, please reply to the sect master, the promise I made has been fulfilled. After speaking, he took a step out, turned around and wanted to leave, but suddenly paused, and said: "Zhou Junshi, such a trivial matter as disturbing the Lingshan venue, but asking the sect master to use my promise, do you know ......?"

"The sect master has a lot of things in his heart, and the people under us are just acting according to orders. Zhou Junshi replied.

The fortune teller shook his head slightly, and finally stepped out of the kiosk. Zhou Junshi then followed and said, "Sir, this is going to leave, Mr. should know the sect master......

The fortune teller did not stop, but said: "The people of the mountains and fields live between the mountains and the fields." He waved his hand, shook his body a few times, and landed at the end of the mountain road.

Zhou Junshi was speechless for a while, silently watching the fortune teller leave the direction, but there was a sigh in his heart for no reason.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the sky in the sky, and as soon as the purple mangs hit the ground, they followed closely behind, but there were three other yellow rays. The purple light dispersed, revealing a tall figure, it was Xing Batian, who had left from the Lingshan venue earlier.

It's just that as soon as he appeared, his brows furrowed, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He fought with Shen Luoyan, and was finally injured under the "Divine Sword Imperial Qi Technique" of Zhutian Gate. It was also thanks to his profound cultivation that he forcibly suppressed the blood and qi tumbling in his chest on the spot, so as not to expose his injuries in front of the righteous path.

"Deputy Sect Master!" "Deputy Sect Master!" The three of his subordinates were concerned about surrounding.

Seeing this, Zhou Junshi took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, the fragrance of the medicine was overflowing, and handed it to Xing Batiandao: "Deputy Sect Master, quickly take the healing medicine in my sect." ”

Xing Batian took the small porcelain bottle, poured out a small black pill and took it, just closed his eyes and breathed a few breaths, his originally pale face returned to nature, and he opened his eyes and said, "Zhou Junshi also saw it?"

Zhou Junshi nodded and said: "The deputy sect master has shown his might, and his subordinates are not blind and deaf, so they can see and listen." ”

"Okay, Master Zhou," Xing Batian sat down on the edge of the stone platform and said, "Sect Master, does his old man have any other orders for you to pass on?"

Zhou Junshi shook his head and said, "My subordinates have not yet received orders from the sect master. ”

Xing Batian stared at the boiling water in the pot on the stone platform, and he didn't say anything, and there was a sudden silence in the pavilion, and there was a boiling sound of "gurgling", and after a while, Xing Batian said slowly: "Master Zhou, the sect master ordered me to disturb the Lingshan venue, but it was a mess to leave, I thought about it, it really doesn't look like the style of the sect master, guess what it means?"

Zhou Junshi said lightly: "Back to the deputy sect master, the holy will of the sect master, and the subordinates are also unknown, I am afraid that there is another deep meaning in it." ”

Xing Batian stood up suddenly, stared at Zhou Junshi, his eyes were blazing, and said, "Really?"

Zhou Junshi's face remained unchanged, and he said, "How dare your subordinates hide from the deputy sect master." ”

Xing Batian's eyes flickered, but Zhou Junshi did not move like a mountain, from him, he really couldn't see anything, he moved his gaze, but moved to the stone platform, glanced at it, and said: "Zhou Junshi, a pair of teacups in the pavilion, who is here?"

Zhou Junshi glanced at the empty cup on the stage and said, "Back to the deputy sect master, just now my subordinates and a friend had a drink in the spring, and not long before the deputy sect master arrived, my friend left first because of something at home. ”

"Oh, I see, Zhou Junshi still has such Yaxing. Xing Batian's eyes turned, but he stared at the sky outside the pavilion, the main peak of Lingshan Mountain, which was like a sword piercing the sky, and no longer spoke.

Suddenly, a subordinate person gently walked behind Xing Batian and whispered a few words, Xing Batian frowned, finally nodded, turned to Zhou Junshi and said: "Zhou Junshi, please report to the sect master, Lingshan is in trouble, Batian is waiting for orders." ”

Zhou Junshi saluted and said, "Yes, congratulations to the deputy sect master." ”

Xing Batian and the other four suddenly turned into four rainbows, and Edgeworth left.

Zhou Junshi looked at the rainbow that disappeared in an instant, but he turned around and stopped his gaze on the spiritual mountain for a long time.