Above the Immortal Cultivation

The human race was not happy about killing two of the opponent's genius disciples in a row, because the demon race had another trump card, which was also the biggest. If this trump card was not removed, it would not count as a victory.

Moreover, the death of Black Blood is also a great loss for the human race, especially for the Blood Prison.

The entire battlefield fell into a brief silence due to two consecutive fierce battles.

Soon, at the signal of Madman Yuan and the great monk of the late Yuan Ying stage of the Feng Yan Sect, a young man in the late Jin Dan stage wearing orange clothes and long blue hair walked out from the crowd of the Jin Dan stage of the Feng Yan Sect.

He walked towards the center of the battlefield step by step. As he walked, his aura continued to rise. When he stepped into the center of the battlefield, his aura was already more than half a step into the Nascent Soul powerhouse, and was infinitely close to that of a Yuanying stage monk.

At the same time, like stars circling the moon, an invisible purple wave of air swirled around him.

He looked at the human race's golden elixir stage monks steadily, as if there were two tornadoes in his blue eyes that were about to burst out at any moment.

Yaojun looked at Liu An and the other seven ancestors of the Divine Transformation Stage. After receiving Liu An's message, a stern and unparalleled man dressed in green clothes and carrying a spiritual sword on his back jumped out of the human army. As a young monk, it is obvious that he is a disciple of the righteous Qingling Mountain.

However, except for the seven ancestors, even Yao Lord has never seen this person or heard of his name.

As soon as he arrived at the middle of the battlefield, the spiritual sword on his back made a clear sound like a phoenix, and appeared in his hand without any warning. He swept forward with the sword.

A green light rain broke into the purple air wave of the orange monk with the force of the sword.

Just a "rumbling" sound was heard, like muffled thunder exploding in the thick clouds, and the cyan light rain and purple air waves disappeared at the same time.

"Yes, it's worthy of a battle." The orange-clothed monk raised his eyes, glanced at him and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was responded to by thousands of swords coming through the sky.

I saw the monk in green drawing a circle with his hands in front of him from the top of his head downwards. Thousands of identical cyan spiritual swords were densely packed into circles in the mid-air behind him. The solid cyan spiritual sword kept coming. Pieces of green sword light bloomed from the center of the circle, and he shouted softly: "Go!"

In an instant, countless green spiritual swords stabbed at the orange-clothed monk with overwhelming force.

The orange-clothed monk showed a contemptuous smile as he faced the numerous cyan spirit swords that were coming at them from different directions. He let out a soft drink, and a burst of "crackling" bones exploded from his body. A ball of purple energy surrounded him in circles.

"琤琤琤琤heng"

Like rain hitting a banana, the green spiritual sword stabs the purple Gang Qi. The two merge and are constantly annihilated without a trace.

For a full meal, the two were locked in a stalemate, as if they both had endless magical powers.

Seeing this, the monk in green put away his magical power, and the monk in orange opposite also dispersed the purple aura.

"green hills"

"Fang Tian"

The two looked at each other from a distance. After some probing, they both recognized each other's qualifications as opponents.

Qingshan moved first. He held the spirit sword with one hand and drew a shining green word "ding" in mid-air stroke by stroke. Then the sword walked away, "sword", "mountain" and "river", four A big character stood straight in the sky.

"The sword fixes the mountains and rivers!" Qingshan said each word out of the corner of his mouth as if he was reciting a spell.

The four big characters merged together instantly, exuding a psychedelic blue color. This green color seemed to jump across the distance limit and spread to Fang Tian's body in an instant, fixing him motionless.

Like a shadow, Qingshan came to Fang Tian's side, looked at Fang Tian whose face was still in horror, raised his hand and handed out a sword.

A green light rain sprinkled on Fang Tian, ​​​​and Fang Tian dissipated in the battlefield like ice and snow meeting the sun.

This scene made everyone on the battlefield feel incredible. Although Qingshan's swordsmanship had reached an indescribable level, Fang Tian was the chosen one among the Yao Clan and Feng Yan Sect. Could it be that the final trump card? It was so easy to be killed.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon. What should come will always come.

The green mountain suddenly retreated dozens of feet away from where it was.

"Boom" a loud noise.

Fang Tian, ​​who had been melted by the light rain, appeared at the place where Qingshan was standing with a strange expression as usual. An orange ax appeared in his hand at some point, and an orange storm suddenly rose in front of him.

It was as if his vision or consciousness could not keep up with the demonic movement of Shangtian. He stood there, as if he had not taken any action. The afterimage remained in place, and the person had already appeared next to Qingshan. Before Qingshan could react, , he could only raise his spiritual sword and simply hold this axe, which looked like a thunderous thunder.

"Pfft!"

One was a desperate move, the other was a hasty response. Qingshan spurted out a mouthful of blood and was severely injured. He was puzzled as to when Fang Tian escaped under his sword-fixing mountain and river magical power and was not captured by him. arrive.

Now was not the time to think too much, he used the power of a blow to retreat far away.

The way of the sword is unstoppable. One sword can defeat all kinds of enemies. You can only move forward indomitably and never shrink back.

Just when he was about to counterattack, Fang Tian appeared next to him again like a ghost, followed immediately by the unparalleled orange giant axe.

Time and again, dozens of times, he still couldn't break Fang Tian's incredible body movements and the powerful orange axe. Even if he was given a chance to draw his sword, he still had the confidence to win this battle.

It was too fast. Seeing Qingshan on the human side passively being hit by the axe and constantly spitting out mouthfuls of blood, the demons and Feng Yanzong camps let out bursts of howls and cheers.

The first two games were too frustrating, especially the second one. The extremely powerful and versatile Lu Gu was dragged into hell alive by a seriously injured person. What they saw at this time was exactly what all the demons and Feng Yanzong had expected.

Yuan Fengzi was also amazed at the amazing body movements of Fang Tian, ​​who had never heard of it. This body movement seemed to be the "Seeking the Wind" that only two people in Feng Yanzong could practice every three hundred years, and these two practitioners must be one man and one woman.

Seeking the wind, where to find the wind? Only by turning yourself into the wind can you find the wind.

This is the uniqueness of "Seeking the Wind".

Fang Tian stopped like the wind, and said to Qingshan calmly: "Daoyou is the first person who has persisted for so long under my Kaitian Axe. Your body movement also has a hint of the charm of the sword art of "a flick of the finger, a moment of beauty". I have found some new ideas from your body movement. So, use all your strength to kill me, or I will send you to hell. It's a pity that I didn't have a fierce battle with the previous Daoyou. It should be a great regret in life!"

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Tomorrow is my wife's birthday, so I may not update for a day. I am very sorry!