Monk Wuxin held the demon pestle in one hand, and the other hand was together, silently reciting the Diamond Sutra, a golden streamer flashed on his body, and a faint incense gas filled the surroundings.

Ye Feng, who was watching the battle from a distance, looked awe-inspired, the monk actually blessed the internal force with incense and wish power as soon as he came up, he really wanted to kill him.

Jiang Yixue looked around curiously: "Who is burning incense, where is the fragrance?" Ye Feng was anxious, it had reached a critical juncture, she was still careless, and quickly reminded Jiang Yixue: "Be careful, that fragrance is that he is gathering incense wishing power." You hurry up and improve your internal strength and get rid of the suppression of the incense wishing power, otherwise your emotions will be affected and you will not be able to resist. ”

Suppress yourself and make yourself unable to resist?

Jiang Yixue was a little unconvinced, suddenly, she felt like a mountain was rising in front of her, an inexplicable pressure pressed herself, and she became confused, and she really had the idea of giving up all resistance.

Fortunately, after hearing Ye Feng's reminder, the internal force in his whole body surged, and the natal Gu at his wrist realized that his master was threatened and woke up from his dormant state.

A wisp of internal force, rising from the dantian, made her gradually confused will become a little clearer.

Seeing that Jiang Yixue's eyes became dull, a sneer appeared on the corner of Monk Wuxin's mouth, knowing that she had been suppressed by the power of incense and wishing, and this was the best time to kill her in one fell swoop.

He felt that the true power in his body was expanding, and the incense power was blessed, so that his internal strength was at least raised to the level of the early stage of the earth level, and he raised the demon pestle high, sandwiching the overwhelming power, and smashed it towards Jiang Yixue's head.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry little sister, who made you Ye Feng's girlfriend, don't blame me after you die, blame your boyfriend, I want to avenge my junior brother." ”

There were bursts of exclamations outside the ring, and her sisters Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er were worried about Jiang Yixue, and Jiang Yuxin shouted: "Sister, be careful." ”

Jiang Yixue tried her best to calm herself, retreated violently, and got out of Wanjun under pressure, letting the martial heart monk smash into the air.

The demon pestle smashed into the ring, boom, smashed a string of sparks, and smashed the ring made of stainless steel into a dent.

Monk Wuxin's hands were numb, he was secretly surprised, his incense wish power had obviously suppressed Jiang Yixue's consciousness, but he didn't expect that she would retreat at the last moment.

He snorted coldly, it seems that this girl has two hits, and she can't kill you quickly, so she will let you die under my eighteen-way demon pestle.

He danced the demon pestle into a light curtain and wrapped Jiang Yixue in it, but he was surprised to find that the demon pestle was obviously about to hit Jiang Yixue, but Jiang Yixue always dodged first.

Jiang Yixue's mind quickly flashed the smoke and rain sword technique that Ye Feng had taught her, looking for a way to deal with the Eighteen-Way Demon Suppression Pestle.

In her eyes, the weapon held by the great monk is so majestic, but unfortunately the movement is a little slow, if it is a little faster, it will hit herself.

She even naively wondered, did the great monk not bear to hurt himself and deliberately slowed down?

It's not that Martial Heart Monk can't bear to hurt her, but Jiang Yixue has soaked in the earth's spiritual milk, reborn, and improved the sensitivity of her body and senses, and there is an illusion that Martial Heart Monk deliberately slowed down.

The first style of smoke and rain swordsmanship, the breeze and drizzle, and the second type of Jiangnan drizzle......

Jiang Yixue held the flying sword in her hand, her posture was elegant and moving, her wrist was light, like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers, and the flying sword danced seven or eight sword flowers, sprinkled with joy.

The swordsmanship of Yanyu is a swordsmanship created by the mysterious man, Ye Feng only taught some of these simple swordsmanship to Jiang Yixue, its changes are unpredictable, and when it is strong, it is strong, and the power is infinite.

On the surface, the sword light is indifferent, just like a light rain in the heavenly street, with a light breeze, with a little lingering spring, but when the martial arts monk is full of killing intent and pressing forward step by step, the light rain flying in the sky suddenly turns into a cold sky, and the martial heart monk is wrapped in it.

Boom, boom, boom, a dazzling sword light flashed, and the martial monk held the half-cut demon slaying pestle in his hand and stood in the ring.

His demon slaying pestle was made of 10,000-year-old cold iron, and the Puneng Sword would only leave a shallow trace on it, and it would not be cut at all.

The small sword in Jiang Yixue's hand not only cut off his demon-slaying pestle, but also cut out bloody, earthworm-like sword marks on his strong arms, and the bones of the white flowers could be seen deeply.

How did he know that this flying sword was made by Ye Feng with 10,000-year-old cold iron and star-patterned steel, it was extremely sharp, and it was also infused with a seven-layer powerful attack formation, which was even more blessed with powerful attack power.

Jiang Yixue didn't want to kill, she was kind-hearted, so there was tenderness in the Yanyu swordsmanship, and she just stabbed the martial heart monk, otherwise the sky was full of swords, and it was tightly closed, and it was not the demon pestle that was broken, but the martial heart monk.

Blood flowed from his arms to the ground, and the martial heart monk endured the pain, and asked in a trembling voice with a look of disbelief: "Stinky girl, what evil sword technique did you use, how could this be?"

Seeing that Monk Wuxin's arms were full of sword marks, knowing that he was injured, Jiang Yixue couldn't bear it, and there was a trace of pity and guilt in her beautiful eyes: "I'm sorry, I just learned this set of swordsmanship, I didn't know that the power was so great, next time I will start lightly." ”

The swordsmanship that he just learned can seriously injure himself, and he said that he would do it lightly next time? This is a great shame, it really kills me angrily, the martial arts monk is angry and painful, screams miserably, his eyes are dark, and he faints.

The monks of Xuankong Temple, who were watching the battle next to him, hurriedly ran over, took the golden medicine to stop bleeding, smeared the wound of Monk Wuxin, and carried him out of the ring on a stretcher.

The entire top of Mount Hua was silent, and no one expected that Jiang Yixue would be able to hit the martial heart monk with a sword, and even cut the demon pestle made of 10,000-year-old cold iron into two like tofu.

Everyone was in awe of Jiang Yixue, and those guys who had always wanted to eat her tofu dispelled their thoughts and felt that it was safer to stay away from this little girl.

The Zhikong Zen Master on the rostrum showed a trace of regret, he had great hopes for Monk Wuxin to win the first place in the Xuan-level group, but he didn't expect to lose at the hands of Jiang Yixue.

Yue Zhuoqun looked at Jiang Yixue in the ring with a surprised expression, he didn't care who hurt whom, but coveted the flying sword in Jiang Yixue's hand, this little sword is so powerful, this sword is forged?

Even Mr. Mo Da, who had been sitting there without showing a single expression, was suspicious, and looked at Jiang Yixue suspiciously, he was not only curious about the flying sword, but also very curious about Jiang Yixue's sudden use of the earth-shattering ghost sword, this sword technique seems familiar, but it is very unfamiliar.

Elder Lu reluctantly announced: "Monk Wuxin was defeated, Jiang Yixue won, and Jiang Yixue entered the third round of the competition. ”

(End of chapter)