"Brother Xu is really powerful, Wan admires it!"

Wan Lianda said heartily, clasping his hands into fists and saluting, obviously recognizing Xu Ye very much.

Seeing Wan Lianda behaving like this, Xu Ye couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Turning to clasp his hands into fists, he replied loudly: "Brother Wan is strong at this age, and he is particularly experienced in the magic power of the Extreme Temple in one hand. You didn't lose, and Xu Ye didn't win. ”

Indeed, the previous competition between the two could only be regarded as a tie. Xu Ye didn't get the slightest benefit, and Wan Lianda didn't suffer either. Wan Lianda is indeed a talented person, but after hearing Xu Ye's words, he shook his head.

"Although my magic power is created by Wan Lianda, the extreme path involved in it has something to do with my clan. Wan Mou just created the first two turns of the Extreme Temple, and the third turn was not created by me in the actual sense. ”

Originally, Wan only planned to use the first two turns. But Brother Xu's night magic power is too strong. As a last resort, Wan will be useful for the third turn. This time, it was Brother Xu who won. ”

Xu Ye had a heart, but after seeing Wan Lianda's resolute expression, Xu Ye swallowed the words back into his stomach. Just continue to clench your fists in return and say no more.

Wan Lianda's tiger eyes flickered, and suddenly he laughed, and turned around and left directly. As he left, the words came from behind.

"I am fortunate to meet such a Tianjiao as Brother Xu, and Wan is satisfied. This inheritance is over, and Wan will no longer stop Brother Xu. When the words of "cherish ......" echoed in the sky, Wanlianda had already disappeared into the sky.

Judging by the way he looked, he was flying towards the place where he first stepped into this realm. Judging by his appearance, he should have the ability to leave this world.

Wan Lianda's background is secret, and according to Xu Ye's feelings, he will not be an ordinary third-level realm monk. In terms of bone age, Wan Lianda's age is similar to his own, but his cultivation is much stronger.

Especially the magic power of the temple, which made Xu Ye unforgettable.

When Wan Lianda disappeared without a trace, Xu Ye also drove away again and continued to fly towards the extreme east.

The body still flies straight, but the speed is much slower than before. The night magic power is powerful, but what it consumes is also an astronomical amount. This supernatural power consumes not spiritual power, but consumes Xu Ye's mind.

At this moment, Xu Ye's face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his mind was obviously greatly damaged. In his current state, it was impossible for him to use the Night Divine Power again.

The battle between Xu Ye and Wan Lianda is not long, in the final analysis, it is a showdown of magical powers. It's slow, but it's actually just a split second.

From the formation of the Pole Palace, to the three rotations, and then to the dispersal of the Night Divine Power with Xu Ye, this period is also ten breaths. plus the time for the two to talk, and all of them, it only took half a cup of tea.

The time of half a cup of tea is not long for mortals, but it is even more fleeting for monks. It's just that it's for monks in retreat. And today's situation is that every second counts.

After delaying half a cup of tea, even if the monks in the west could not catch up, the monks in the north and south were already not far away.

Xu Ye walked forward while thinking about Wanlianda.

Judging from his tone, demeanor, and actions, he should not be a "Daozi", so when he was exploring the palace cave, Xu Ye had not seen him. And in the second level, he will snatch other people's Hualien seeds.

It's not a Taoist, but it's the pinnacle of foundation building. When it comes to combat power, Wan Lianda is a few points stronger than most of the Daozi Xu Ye has seen. Wan Lianda's identity is extremely mysterious, which naturally aroused Xu Ye's interest.

While he was thinking, there was a sudden fluctuation in front of him. This fluctuation is the strong wind that comes out of the placket of the clothes when it is moving forward rapidly. Feeling this strong wind, Xu Ye's pupils shrank suddenly.

When the monk flies, because of the movement in the sky, it will naturally bring up the sound. The faster the speed, the louder the sonic boom will be. But when the cultivation is deepened, the extremely loud sonic boom will gradually dissipate, and it will be replaced by a slight sound of breaking the air.

What Xu Ye felt now was not a slight sound of breaking the air, just a gust of wind fluctuating. This also shows that the comer is not low in cultivation!

At this moment, Xu Ye was still in a period of mental fatigue, and if possible, Xu Ye really didn't want to do anything with him. But obviously, this is not possible. As Xu Ye moved forward, the strong wind became stronger and stronger.

From this strong wind, Xu Ye smelled the cold killing machine. The killing machine is not to lock Xu Ye himself, but to lock on the white giant lotus above Xu Ye's head, which everyone knows!

I wanted to not fight, but I didn't have a choice. Unless Xu Ye is willing to give up the white lotus in his hand, there is no other choice.

Will Xu Ye give up, of course, the answer is no. Although the momentum of the comer is strong, it is still a lot worse than Wanlianda, and if you really want to make a move, Xu Ye will not be able to exert the night magic power, but with one hand, the avenue of ice and fire can still control the enemy!

It was also the time of five breaths, and after five breaths, a blue figure appeared in front of Xu Ye. Dressed in a blue shirt, with his hands behind his back, his face was extremely arrogant.

When he saw Xu Ye, the blue-shirted man did not change his complexion, his left hand suddenly pointed out, and the storage bag immediately became a factory, and suddenly, ninety-nine flying swords floated out of the sky.

Each flying sword is blue and white, and it exudes a sharp aura on it. It can be seen that each of the ninety-nine flying swords is not ordinary.

There was no politeness, and there were no words, as soon as they met, he made all the killing moves, and it was obvious that he wanted to cut Xu Ye under the sword immediately, and then drifted away.

Ninety-nine flying swords were lined up, and when they were connected, they looked like a whole. Ninety-nine flying swords, like a big sword of dozens of zhang, faced Xu Ye and slashed directly.

Feeling the powerful sword qi in front of him, Xu Ye didn't dare to leave any hands. Not to mention that there are eighteen monks behind him, just this blue-shirted man is not something that Xu Ye dares to be careless.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Ye's right palm slapped out, and when the purple flame divine power rolled in the sky, it turned into a thousand-zhang fire lion. The fire lion opened its bloody mouth, spitting purple flames from its mouth, and directly faced the one-word sword formation of the ninety-nine flying swords.

"Boom!" There are no bells and whistles, some are just strong duels. The lion transformed by the purple flame was extremely powerful, and when one palm was slapped out, it not only lined up the ninety-nine flying swords, but also set all the ninety-nine flying swords on fire.

The blue-shirted man's face changed suddenly, and he secretly immersed himself in his mind and silently recited the Dao. When his eyes opened again, two sword lights flashed.

I don't know what skill he used, but it turned out to be to remove the purple flame on the flying sword. The purple flame falls to the earth, setting the ground on fire. In an instant, it became a purple sea of fire.

The man in the blue shirt moved like a cloud of water, and after removing the purple flame, he did not pause at all, interspersing his left and right hands back and forth, like two butterflies flying around the flower buds.

With the change of the gesture of the man in the blue shirt, the ninety-nine flying swords also changed formations. It's still lined up, but it's no longer vertical, it's horizontally.

The purple fire lion was still majestic, but the ninety-nine flying swords were fearless, and they once again rushed towards the fire lion.

Seeing this, Xu Ye frowned slightly. Judging from the momentum emanating from the flying sword, it was not Purple Flame's opponent at all. But the blue-shirted monk still chose to do so, and there must be a reason for that.

Secretly condensed the gray-blue air mass, Xu Ye made sufficient defensive preparations. Sure enough, just as the fire lion pounced on the sword array, and the sword array blasted towards the fire lion. At the moment when the two were about to make contact, the ninety-nine flying swords suddenly dissipated.

This is not a cause of speed, but an illusion.

In the next moment, Xu Ye felt dozens of fierce sword qi. Looking down, he found that just below him, there were ninety-nine flying swords. These ninety-nine handles, exactly like the previous ones, are entities of the previous illusion.

The man in the blue shirt smiled grimly, his swordsmanship was already perfect. Just now, with the two sword lights in his eyes as a guide, he secretly turned into a mirror. Ninety-nine flying swords were reflected in the mirror, especially reflecting the previous illusion.

He knew that if he fought hard, he would not be a match for the monk in front of him. But on the way to fight, how can you be like two fools, you bombard me, I bomb you?

A small trick can be used to win. This trick has been tried and tested repeatedly by the man in the blue shirt. R1058