The screams in the distance soon died down.

There was a sound of falling leaves between heaven and earth, and the disciples of Da Luo Xian Mountain were all pale and trembling, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Even You Yan had a big cold sweat rolling down his forehead, and his robe was already soaked.

Suddenly, a disciple of Da Luo Immortal Mountain screamed, "Help!"

Lu Yifan appeared in front of him at some point, and with a flicker of his figure, his pale hand reached over and grabbed the disciple's head.

The disciple was so frightened that he couldn't move, his Dao heart collapsed, and a cry of "woo" came out of his mouth.

"Jiang Yuchen, hide!"

You Yan let out a loud shout, and the wings condensed by the soul light behind him were stimulated to the extreme, and he suddenly raised the battle axe and slashed over again.

But he was not fast, and he was not in a hurry to rescue him.

And even if he rushes up, can he really save Jiang Yuchen?

You Yan felt bitter in his heart, and said secretly: Today, Da Luo Immortal Mountain will be completely planted here.

Between thoughts, I saw Lu Yifan's hand stop, just half a foot in front of Jiang Yuchen, and stopped for some reason.

Lu Yifan withdrew his hand, just turned his palm into a knife lightly, and slapped it horizontally in the direction where You Yan flew from.

A sharp light went away with the palm knife cutting through the space, and it shook on You Yan's axe, and it actually smashed the huge plate axe, and You Yan also spurted a mouthful of blood and flew out upside down.

A thought came to my mind: how could it be so strong?!

"Senior Brother You Yan!"

"Senior Brother Jiang Yuchen!"

Two women's voices came out of thin air, "Are you all right?"

Hua Ling Huaqing suddenly appeared, hurriedly helped the two of them to leave the battlefield, and flew into the distance.

Lu Yifan didn't chase after him, and after slapping his palm, he stood with his hands in his hands, and his gray face frowned.

The rest of the disciples of Da Luo Xian Mountain didn't dare to run away, but when they saw Hua Qingling running a few miles away with You Yan and Jiang Yuchen, they mustered up their courage and hurriedly rushed over.

You Yan was shocked and said, "Hua Qingling, why are you here?"

Hua Qing said: "I have always been with my friends. When I saw this evil star appear, I asked my friend to hurry up. Senior Brother Ling Fei fell too fast before, and my friend couldn't rescue him in a hurry. ”

"Your friend?"

The disciples of Da Luo Immortal Mountain were all stunned.

They are naturally clear about the identities of the two sisters, and before the sky talks about martial arts, Hua Xin specially entrusted them to take care of the two sisters. If there are any friends who can deter the evil star, do you still need them to take care of them?

You Yan looked over in surprise, only to find that in front of the evil star, a slender figure appeared, with a green-toothed ghost mask.

Yang Qingxuan and Lu Yifan, a pair of former classmates, met again at another time and in another place.

It's just that Lu Yifan's eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't seem to recognize Yang Qingxuan.

Lu Yifan stared at Yang Qingxuan's eyes, the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepened, and those eyes gave him an extremely familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember anything.

Lu Yifan let out a low roar from his mouth, and his face showed pain.

Yang Qingxuan said softly: "Lu Yifan." ”

This name seemed to be extremely sensitive, and it touched Lu Yifan's nerves at once, and his cold eyes instantly opened up, and they were covered with large bloodshots.

"Ahh

Lu Yifan roared and slapped Yang Qingxuan is palm!

"Boom!"

Under the palm, countless thin palm prints stretched and rose, attracting the power of the surrounding space, within a radius of hundreds of zhang, all collapsed, and they all collapsed in this palm!

"It's so strong!"

Yang Qingxuan was taken aback, Lu Yifan's palm didn't have any fancy, it was completely based on the True Yuan, and it was not under the late stage of the Emperor's Heavenly Throne!

"Could it be that he is the Great Perfection of the Emperor Heavenly Throne?!"

Yang Qingxuan was startled, he didn't think much about it, he immediately turned into a desolate body, pinched the trick with both hands, and blasted up!

"Eight desolations are gone!"

"Boom!"

The palms rushed together, and countless tearing strong winds shot out, and the two of them turned into a vacuum in a range of thousands of feet.

The powerful energy did not decrease, and at the same time it soared into the sky, forming a strong light.

A few people in Da Luo Xian Mountain in the distance were shocked in their hearts.

Yang Qingxuan was even more shocked in his heart, he who had transformed into a desolate body was already the body of the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Phase, and if he went up, he was the god desolate ancient astral body in the desolate clan.

On Lu Yifan's arms and palms, there was a faint layer of soul light, like armor.

"Martial Soul?"

A strange feeling flashed in Yang Qingxuan's heart, after several years in Tiancong Academy, he never knew what Lu Yifan's martial soul was, and he had never seen each other's martial soul even when he participated in the Five Kingdoms Competition together and experienced life and death in Xiaohuaguo Mountain together.

"Come again!"

Yang Qingxuan shouted, retracted his hands suddenly, and punched again, "Kill, Imperial Fist!"

It was the move recorded in Qiancheng Jue's martial arts memory, Yang Qingxuan showed it, his arm swelled several times, and his fist strength shook like a pagoda!

The golden light in his eyes was staring at Lu Yifan, and after seeing that the soul light began to possess his body, he suddenly pinched the trick with his left hand, the sword flashed at the center of his eyebrows, and the law turned into heaven and earth behind him, and the soul power was like a tide, and he pressed it wildly!

"Martial Soul Suppression!"

Lu Yifan's face showed a look of consternation, the soul power of his whole body seemed to have been greatly suppressed, but it was only for a moment, and that suppression was broken by his soul power, and the soul armor was condensed on his arm again!

"What?!"

Yang Qingxuan's heart was horrified, since he learned the martial soul suppression, he had never missed!

"Boom!"

Lu Yifan threw another punch, and when the fists of the two collided, they burst out with terrifying energy, and they were each shocked back.

Until this moment, Yang Qingxuan could already determine that Lu Yifan's cultivation was in the Great Perfection of the Emperor Heavenly Throne, and was even infinitely close to the Dao Realm.

Because a physical cultivator can crush the qi cultivation of the same level, and Lu Yifan is tied with him, it can be seen that he has crossed the Great Perfection of the Emperor Heavenly Position, and he is afraid that there is a line of separation from the Dao Realm.

"How did he cultivate?"

Yang Qingxuan was extremely shocked, he had experienced nine deaths and a lifetime, and how many opportunities he had to rush to the late stage of the Emperor's throne.

It's just that Lu Yifan's appearance, demeanor, and aura have undergone earth-shaking changes, and the story on him may not be less than himself.

After two punches in a row, it was all in vain. Lu Yifan seemed to calm down, suspended in the air, staring at Yang Qingxuan.

Yang Qingxuan smiled lightly, patted the dust off his body, and said, "Old classmate, don't come to harm." ”

It seemed that the three words "old classmate" stimulated him again, Lu Yifan's pupils widened, and he roared "ah", and with a "boom" in his body, a terrifying soul light erupted.

The soul light is a clear black and purple color, containing an infinite starry sky, and a brilliant galaxy exists inside.

Under the flow, a huge beast was conjured. It looks like a black panther, but it has three tails. The black hole-like eyes stared at Yang Qingxuan and let out a manic cry.

"It's ......"

Yang Qingxuan was shocked, this was the first time he had seen Lu Yifan's martial spirit, and he didn't expect it to be so extraordinary.

"Devouring the Starry Sky! This is the same as your Taixuan Sword Shrine, known as one of the ten strongest martial spirits!"

In Yang Qingxuan's ears, Ning Jiazi's frightened cry came.

(End of chapter)