Looking at the white tiger that pounced, Fengguan Yang quickly activated the aura in his body, forced back the white tiger in front of him with a punch, looked at Yi Shuihan in the distance, and said: "Jindan peak white tiger beast soul, until I forgot, how can the disciples of the great sect have no life-saving techniques? But don't think that you can escape from my hands with this thing alone." ”

"Whew!"

Seeing the white tiger rushing towards him, Feng Guanyang turned around with a heavy punch, blasting the white tiger yin soul away again, looking at the white tiger yin soul that was blown away by himself, and was about to pounce on himself again. Thinking of stepping into the infancy period for decades, I have never had today's embarrassment, and I can't help but feel irritable in my heart.

Feng Guanyang's eyes flashed, his right hand quickly pinched, and the gourd behind his back instantly became bigger and flew up, flying towards the white tiger yin ghost.

Looking at everything in front of him, the corners of Yi Shuihan's mouth suddenly showed a smile, and his red lips stained with blood looked very bewitching.

Yi Shuihan raised his hand and threw the Tu Jian out, pinched the trick with his left hand, knotted the sword finger with his right hand, and quickly wrote a seal in the void, and his left hand passed through the seal void a little, and the Tu Jian quickly became larger and flew in the direction of the gourd.

At this moment, Feng Guanyang felt a strong wind coming, and raised his eyes to see a huge water blue long sword shooting towards him. Just as he raised his hand to resist, the sword vanished. From where the sword disappeared, the ground was quickly covered with ice.

Seeing this, Feng Guanyang quickly retreated, and the ground spread at an alarming speed, until it spread to the gourd and froze the gourd, and then stopped spreading.

This is a kind of sword sealing technique, which was passed on to Yi Shuihan along with the memory of Feng Hua, and when Yi Shuihan asked about the origin of the gourd, he had this plan, but he was not sure if he could seal the gourd.

Looking at the world around the frozen gourd that seemed to have turned into an ice world, Feng Guanyang naturally saw that this was a sword sealing technique, but what he didn't expect was that his connection with the gourd was really cut off, and this sword sealing technique could actually be sealed beyond the level.

For many years, the sword sealing technique has been a chicken-like existence in the sealing technique, only the high-level can be used against the low-level, this Yi Shuihan didn't know where to get the sword sealing technique, and it can be sealed beyond the level.

"Smack!"

With the sound of glass shattering, Feng Guanyang's blood spurted out, and the whole person took two steps back. Just when he was distracted just now, the white tiger rushed over in an instant, and the two tiger claws were glowing with a faint white light, instantly breaking through his protective qi.

Chen Haoyue watched the whole process completely on the side, and he carefully observed every detail. Yi Shuihan's three attacks and White Tiger's three attacks turned out to be attacks on one place. Only after such attacks broke through Feng Guanyang's defense. Slowly raised his head and looked at Yi Shui's cold face, he didn't believe that it was just a coincidence, was this all calculated by him?

Feng Guanyang retreated while dodging the white tiger's pounce. With a wave of his right hand forward, the three fireballs that came out of the front instantly condensed and flew towards the White Tiger Yin Soul together.

Feng Guanyang knew that the spirit was afraid of the flames, so he released three fireballs to force the white tiger spirit back. At the same time, he suddenly felt a wind behind his ears.

The sword light behind him was sheng, and the sword blade slashed through the void and there was a "whirring" sound. Feng Guanyang turned his head sharply, and reached out with one hand and only two fingers. pinched Yi Shuihan's long sword, so that Yi Shuihan had no way to move forward half a step further.

Yi Shuihan's face was snow-white, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth again. Is the difference between Yuan Ying and Zhuji really as far away as heaven and earth? Yi Shuihan didn't believe it, even if the sword intent was broken now, he didn't believe it, even if it had fought to the point of bloodshed all over his body, his battle intent had not been shaken by half a point.

"Ahh Facing each other close at hand, looking at the crazy Yi Shuihan, Feng Guanyang's expression flashed a trace of retreat for no reason.

Yi Shuihan took out the iron sword and quickly retreated a few steps, the hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably, and endured the severe pain to "tear" him removed the sleeve of his right hand, tied his hand firmly to the hilt of the sword, tied it very hard, and the bright red blood slowly slipped from the hilt to the tip of the sword, dripping to the ground.

Feng Guanyang looked at Yi Shuihan, who was covered in bruises and crumbling in front of him, and didn't understand why Yi Shuihan could still persevere, and even broke his body protection with the White Tiger Spirit.

Chen Haoyue's expression at this time was excited, although he also thought that his ideas were a little whimsical, yes, but deep down in his heart, there was always a voice echoing, "Maybe it can, maybe it really can." At this time, he actually thought that Yi Shuihan would defeat Feng Guanyang and complete this miracle.

With a tiger roar, the white tiger spirit shook off the fireball and rushed towards Feng Guanyang.

Feng Guanyang saw that he was rushing over again, and with a wave of his hand, a few more fireballs condensed and attacked the white tiger.

Seeing this, Yi Shuihan quickly rushed over to resist the fireball for the white tiger. The white tiger spirit took advantage of this gap and frantically grabbed towards Feng Guanyang.

In a hurry, Feng Guanyang had to fight hand-to-hand with the white tiger spirit in close quarters, and in an instant, the blue and white lights flew up and down in the field.

In the early morning, the harsh sun, the soft breeze, the crisp birdsong, everything is beautiful and peaceful.

But at this time, Feng Guanyang did not have the slightest mood of enjoyment, and had already lost his previous calmness. For many years, Feng Guanyang has always believed that hand-to-hand combat is the rude way to fight, only those demon clans who are reckless in the mountains and fields and Ru Mao who drink blood, will fight in this way, and because of this, he will never fight in close quarters with people.

Several times he wanted to shake off the tiger spirit that was waving his claws in front of his eyes, but he was attacked by Yi Shuihan several times and had to retreat.

At this time, Yi Shuihan is like a fierce beast that has lost its sense of pain and will never tire of anything. His scarlet eyes stared at Feng Guanyang's every move, and the slightest chance was full of all the blows.

Feng Guanyang knew that even if his cultivation was at a high level, how his aura was condensed and profound, with Yi Shuihan's lifeless fighting style and the assistance of Jindan's peak tiger soul, he wouldn't be able to last long. So he couldn't wait any longer, the aura in his body skyrocketed instantly, and the green light in his hand was flourishing, and he flew the oncoming tiger spirit with one palm. Feng Guanyang pinched his hands, his face turned white in an instant, and a drop of blood flew out from the center of his eyebrows.

This blood is overflowing, like a treasure, and the moment it appears, the wind is all around, which is obviously extraordinary, this is the Yuan Infant Law Blood that Feng Guanyang has cultivated for nearly a hundred years before condensing.

The law blood condensed the wind and the crown of the yang, and saw the law blood rising against the storm, and a blood-red small tower was conjured, and the small tower swayed in the wind and exuded endless brilliance.

"Hongjun Dao Tower, has it been forced like this?"

Looking at the small tower that turned big and blood-colored in the wind, Chen Haoyue couldn't help but exclaim. He was born in a family of cultivators, and his family history naturally knew this tower.

Hongjun Dao Tower is the magic weapon of the founding emperor of the Great Yan Empire "Yan Hongjun", and the Hongjun Emperor has been standing in the capital of the Great Yan Emperor since his death. There are often pious people of the Great Yan who go to pay respects and pray for blessings, and it has become a unique scenery in the capital of the Great Yan Emperor for many years. Feng Guanyang was unable to summon this Dao Tower, and could only use his own magic blood to condense the Dao Tower's phantom, although it was only one-tenth of the power of the Dao Tower, it was not something that Yi Shui Han could resist now.

Yi Shuihan looked at the blood light around this tower, and knew that it was not good, so he hurriedly commanded the tiger soul to escape, but it was too late.

Feng Guanyang pointed at the pagoda and waved it towards the white tiger spirit, and the blood-colored pagoda instantly rose several times larger, enveloping the white tiger spirit. With a "boom", the pagoda covered the white tiger spirit in it, and the roar of the white tiger spirit in the tower could be vaguely heard. But it didn't help, and the bloodshot tower didn't have the slightest trace of being broken.

Chen Haoyue looked at the blood-colored pagoda standing in front of her, and couldn't help but sigh lightly, without the assistance of the White Tiger Spirit, Yi Shuihan would not have been able to defeat Feng Guanyang, and there was no chance. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt ridiculous in my heart, and I felt ridiculous for the little fantasy I held in my heart.

Seeing Tiger Soul being suppressed by the Blood Tower, Yi Shuihan suddenly felt a little cold and a little tired. He pursed his lips tightly, and there was no trace of blood on his lips.

"I grew up living alone. ”

"En!" Feng Guanyang looked at Yi Shuihan at this time and was a little surprised.

"There was a master who gave me the cultivation method, gave me books, and gave me food, but he never met or said a word. ”

"Although he doesn't talk to me, he often urges me to cultivate, but the way is a little special. ”

The wind suddenly stopped, the birds were gone, and even the blood tower stopped shaking. Feng Guanyang and Chen Haoyue also quieted down and listened, Yi Shuihan spoke, maybe both of them were curious, what kind of way was special.

"He caught a demon beast every day to fight against me, when I was still an ordinary person, he found a demon beast in the early stage of the Qi training period, and fought against me, when I was in the early stage of Qi training, he looked for the middle stage, he found the late stage in the middle of my practice, and he found a demon beast in the foundation building period in the late stage. ”

"When I'm lonely and lonely, I don't have anything to do, so I can only read some stories to relieve my boredom. ”

"Suddenly, one day, he came out and told me to go to the Yin-Yang Sect to know my background, so I came here, and I can't wait for this reason, because I can't contact the people of the Yin-Yang Sect at all. ”

"There is no other way to go to the Yin-Yang Sect, I can only cross the Jedi battlefield. ”

"What! you entered the Forbidden Battlefield?" Feng Guanyang exclaimed in surprise, looking at Yi Shuihan in front of him, he couldn't imagine that a monk in the foundation building period could cross the Forbidden Battlefield.

"When I entered the battlefield, I met the undead, I encountered the soul of the White Tiger Beast, and I almost died, but I was fortunate to be rescued by the predecessors of Fenghua. ”

Feng Guanyang looked at Yi Shuihan and couldn't help but sigh at the magic of fate. At that time, twenty-eight ancestors started the millennium war, but in the end of the war, there were only seven left. Afterwards, I searched and searched in many ways, but I didn't expect that Feng Hua would come back to the world after a thousand years.

"Although the predecessors saved me, but the oil also ran out, but I have the mercy of the first saint, I am fortunate to inherit the mantle of the first saint, and the predecessors have taught me all his swordsmanship experience. ”

"I didn't kill those two disciples of Haoran Academy, but that woman insisted that I killed her, so I have no way out, but I won't give up, so for now, there is only one battle!"