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There was a hint of heat in the mildness, a little solemnity in the lightness, and the sudden condensation of the billowing breath pressed wildly, and the air in the surroundings suddenly became chaotic, as if it was stirred by a dragon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info was permeated by the coercion that came like a mountain, and the fierce sword intent hissed through the air, and the three proud bodies were silent. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man in Xuanyi, with a heavy and simple big knife in his hand, stood side by side with a man in a blue shirt, with a cold aura like snow and frost, and the person facing them was an obese monk. The monk had a fat head and big ears, his face was full of oil, and his bright and glorious robe glowed with a faint halo under the dazzling sunlight.

Facing the enemy like a high mountain, although Ling Tianyun had a feeling of pale and powerless in his heart, he still straightened his body, and the surging True Yuan in his body was like a roaring dragon, wanting to rush out of his body and rush away. But the momentum that pressed down made his body stagnate, and the roaring True Yuan in his body was like a firefly under the starry sky compared to the powerful momentum that shrouded him, faintly extinguished at any time.

"Demon monk, where to come and where to go back, the imperial capital is not something you can be presumptuous." The peerless swordsman Zhang Xiaofeng standing beside Ling Tianyun shot out wisps of extremely sharp essence light in his eyes, and the frost-like aura on his body was even stronger. The long sword pointed at him from afar, with a majestic momentum like looking at the world, with the frosty aura of the Nine Heavens Xuanbing, Zhang Xiaofeng was the cold sword god like the unparalleled ice, with a sword in his hand, and the domineering spirit like the surrender of all things spontaneously arose from his body.

A cold light flashed, Zhang Xiaofeng's figure shook, his elegant immortal-like figure suddenly showed vividly, and his frost-white hair fluttered at will, he was just like the sword immortal who was up and down in the nine heavens. With a sword in his hand, Zhang Xiaofeng's body rose lightly, and the ethereal figure instantly arrived opposite the immortal monk.

The dazzling long sword like a stream of autumn water cut through the air current, stabbing towards the bad monk, Zhang Xiaofeng's body was like lightning and shooting like an arrow, like an ethereal figure that brought up the frost and snow in the sky. The sword light was like a rainbow, and in an instant, only the frost and snow shrouded in the cold breath between heaven and earth, and time seemed to stand still in this moment, only the long sword flowing with brilliant light was flying and flipping.

Ling Tianyun only felt that the strong pressure enveloping his body was light, "boom", his dantian exploded, unraveling that layer of confinement, and the roaring true yuan in the dantian was like a river, surging violently. What is circulating in his body is the purest and most yang-like Mahayana true qi in his dantian, and the true qi that is constantly running in his body flows. Ling Tianyun knew that the difference between himself and that bad monk was more than 108,000 miles, it was simply a comparison between heaven and earth.

With a soft groan, he poured the true qi in his body into the 'Xingze' treasure knife in his hand, and a faint halo of strength appeared around the treasure knife, and the treasure knife absorbed the true qi he poured out like a thirst, and let out a soft moan from time to time. The aura that came out became more and more intense, Ling Tianyun clearly felt that the knife and his flesh and blood seemed to be further connected, he didn't move, just quietly watched the duel between the two, at this time he couldn't intervene at all.

The brilliant light arrived in an instant, and the bad monk's eyes narrowed slightly, and with a wave of his sleeves, he stretched out his fat big hand in an extremely strange way. I saw that he stretched out his hands, and the thumbs of both hands were pressed on the middle fingers, and the smile on his face became stronger, and suddenly, a thunderous aura exploded from his body. The strange gesture, coupled with a slight smile on his face, the bad monk at this time was like a smiling monk.

The brilliant sword light that shot away was suddenly eclipsed under the fingers of the bad monk, and the brilliant sword light also slowed down slowly under the other party's earth-shattering momentum. The still time, the brilliant light of the streamer, also stopped at this moment.

The sword, the sword, the person is still the same person, Zhang Xiaofeng, who was dressed in blue, was neither happy nor sad in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand was frozen in the air. And his ethereal immortal-like figure was in the air, and only his fluttering frost hair could not stop rising and falling. In one move, Zhang Xiaofeng was weaker, and his immortal-like sword had already been solved by the other party's move, but this was just the beginning.

"Bang", but seeing the sword light flashing, Zhang Xiaofeng turned around and whirled, his body fluttered down, his expression was still as calm as an ancient well. It's just that his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and there was a bright red blood mark on the middle finger of the left hand of the bad monk opposite him, and it was the sword qi that burst out that pierced the middle finger of the bad monk's left hand. And Zhang Xiaofeng Zhuoli's figure couldn't help but tremble, and a hot current in his chest wanted to burst out of his throat, but he was forced to press down.

"The sword god is worthy of being the sword god, and he can still hurt the little monk when the internal force loss is so huge, and he is indeed a vain man under the fame. It's just that with Zhang Daxia's tricks, he really can't stop the little monk. The unfortunate monk's slightly narrowed eyes shot a heart-palpitating cold light, and he said to Zhang Xiaofeng, who was standing in the sun.

"If you can't block it, you won't know until you try it." Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes were still as calm as water, and the dazzling blood marks of the long sword in his hand shone brightly under the sun. And his proud and unyielding figure, the blue shirt like a hunt, and the frost-white hair fluttering and flying, were so indestructible.

A shadow passed through Ling Tianyun's heart, and he could feel that Zhang Xiaofeng's aura at this time was not as majestic and profound as he had seen in Dingzhou City at all. If it weren't for Feng Xiaocicada, he wouldn't have to instill his internal strength every night to maintain her vitality, so that Zhang Xiaofeng wouldn't lose too much true qi. Although he couldn't see the martial arts realm of the two sides, he heard Zhao Kuangyin say that Zhang Xiaofeng's martial arts realm was not the highest, but the martial arts realm of this bad monk had reached its peak, even Zhang Xiaofeng, who had recovered his heyday, should not be the opponent of this bad monk.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame the little monk for being polite." A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the bad monk, and with a wave of his fat hands, his sleeves suddenly bulged, like a fully breathed skin. And what emanated from his body was an incomparably hot aura, which was like a scorching essence fire, spreading through the air and pressing towards Zhang Xiaofeng.

Ling Tianyun felt that scorching incomparably hot aura, and his heart was even more shocked, he didn't expect that this unfortunate monk's internal strength was actually so similar to his own Mahayana true qi, both of which were of the most masculine nature. It's just that the true qi of that bad monk is even more domineering than his Mahayana true qi, and it is really like a scorching essence fire, giving people a feeling of palpitations.

The rolling heat wave came to his face, and the scorching aura that surged out rushed towards Zhang Xiaofeng like a broken bamboo, directly enveloping him with a cold aura that permeated his body. Suddenly, the courtyard was filled with layers of scorching heatwaves, and the tumbling heat waves surged wantonly in this courtyard, covering the cold winter sun.

Ling Tianyun's eyes lit up, he didn't expect that this bad monk's cultivation method was so domineering, and his own Mahayana true qi was so similar. The only one in the courtyard who was not affected was him, Zhang Xiaofeng and Dugu Aoxue's faces couldn't help but change, especially Dugu Aoxue, in the face of the surging heat wave, she had no way to hide, she could not avoid it, she could only carry the only remaining true yuan in her body to support it.

The powerful aura was crushed by the burning aura that destroyed everything, Zhang Xiaoji raised the long sword in his hand, and suddenly a trace of white mist gushed out from all around him, and the aura slowly spread out around with a cool and icy clarity. The hissing sound was incessant, and the two breaths of different natures collided together, making a piercing sound. Ling Tianyun was busy with luck, and wisps of pure and yang true qi shrouded Dugu Aoxue away, which made the beauty slow down and recover.

"Zheng", the long sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand made a soft sound, but he saw that he was surrounded by sword light and shadows, and walked towards it. Under the refraction of the sun, the dripping sword light was like an endless spring rain, and the endless spring rain suppressed the scorching heat wave, but the sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand turned into a magic weapon with spring water. At this time, where is Zhang Xiaofeng's figure, there is only a rain of swords in the sky, endlessly. 、

The unfortunate monk had a trace of solemnity in his eyes, but when he saw his feet step, his body spun like a shadow and rushed into the sword rain, and the gorgeous robe suddenly began to become more enchanting in the eyes of Ling Tianyun and Dugu Aoxue. Spun his body like a spinning top, and the fat and bad monk flew with his palms and slapped away in the rain of swords. I only heard a few dull whispers in the rain of swords, and the bad monk also disappeared at the same time.

It's not that they're missing, it's that the figures they fought with each other were too fast, so fast that people couldn't grasp the myriad changes in that moment. Rao is Ling Tianyun has a keen six views, but he can't see the two intertwined figures clearly. The root of all this is strength, and Ling Tianyun is extremely eager to improve his strength. And the Dugu Ao Xuegen behind him is beautiful, and his white face is as holy as jade.

"Boom", there was a loud bang, and the two figures suddenly separated, but as soon as they separated, they saw the sword in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand suddenly appear like a void, and the sword stabbed straight away. The long sword was lightless and lightless at this time, like another dark flower exploding in the darkness, and the sword had no momentum, silent, and went straight to the eyebrows of the bad monk.

"Do it", Ling Tianyun, who was nervously paying attention to the battlefield, suddenly heard Zhang Xiaofeng's voice in his ears, and he immediately reacted. Running frantically with the Mahayana True Qi in his body, he poured into the treasure knife, and Ling Tianyun's body scurried, and he came to the bad monk like a frightened rainbow.

Without hesitation, Ling Tianyun raised his sword and slashed towards the bad monk, the treasure knife in his hand let out a soft groan, and a blood-colored dark light circulated around the treasure knife. The knife made a fierce sound of breaking the air in the air, Ling Tianyun's eyes were solemn and his muscles were tense, the Xuanyi on his body was hunting, and his black hair fluttered at will, like a god of war.

The sword was silent, like a ray of dark light in the darkness, and clicked towards the center of the monk's eyebrows, and the elegant figure was like an immortal under the starry sky, and the frost-white hair rose and fell. And the sword that broke through the air and made a fierce sound, came across the air with a stoppable posture, everything was so perfectly coordinated, time seemed to stop under this double blow, the sword that flowed with blood, and the long sword that was silent like a dark light in the dark night, all seemed to be still.

The bad eyes finally showed a look of horror, he didn't expect that he would be locked by Zhang Xiaofeng's sword qi, and he couldn't move at all, and what shocked him even more was that the young man in Xuanyi who existed like an ant in his eyes burst out at this time, and the treasure knife in his hand slashed down at him with a momentum like destroying the world. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and the unfortunate monk suddenly rose in momentum, and the strange robe suddenly became like a balloon filled with air.

"Bang", the chaotic energy spread everywhere, Dugu Aoxue only felt a powerful impact force hit her body, but she did not have the slightest resistance, her chest was like a lightning strike, and her body was also hit by that powerful force and flew up, and fell hard two or three feet away from where she was standing. Luckily, she was able to unload the force of the impact after she landed, and she only suffered some minor injuries.