Doomsday Rise

The folding fan can be big or small. When it is big, it is as heavy as the top of a mountain. When it is small, it is like a peerless sword. It is unparalleled in sharpness. Any random attack would be difficult for Liu Weian to deal with, so he must wait with all his strength. It was the first time for him to deal with such a terrifying weapon. What disturbed him most was that the folding fan hadn't fully recovered. Once fully recovered, he was afraid that he would be crushed into powder in an instant.

Fortunately, the fish machine Xin using the folding fan is not without any cost. It looks chic, but in fact it is difficult. It is well concealed, but it cannot be hidden from Liu Wei'an.

"Liu Weian, you are actually a talent, what a pity!" Yu Jixin kept urging the folding fan, forcing Liu Weian to fight recklessly. He believes that even if a person is as genuine as a sea, he can't fight against a spiritual weapon.

But Liu Wei'an let him see what it means to be strong, the true energy is endless. Liu Wei'an didn't have the idea of ​​shedding force and sticking to it at all. Every time he attacked with all his strength, each punch of the Great Judgment was heavier than each punch.

Not only did the folding fan fail to suppress Liu Weian, but it became a sharpening stone for him to hone his Great Judgment Fist.

"What I said is true, if you are willing to submit to Yulian Mountain, you can be a disciple who guards the door, or even a guardian." Yu Jixin's offer cannot be considered low. Each generation of Yulian Mountain only accepts 3 direct disciples and 7 guardian disciples, 10 per generation. Each quota is extremely precious, and the personal disciples are all collected by the previous generation of masters who travel around the world. They are hard to come by, and only 7 guardian disciples have the chance to compete.

The 7 guardian disciples are almost one in ten thousand. Although they are not as good as the direct disciples, but for other sects, the guardian disciples are more noble than the core disciples.

Not to mention the protectors, walking in the secular world, they are the representatives of Yulian Mountain, and their status is respected.

"You are guilty!" Liu Wei'an's response was only three words.

"Rampant!" Yu Jixin said angrily.

"Spiritual weapon, after all, is a foreign object!" Liu Weian's eyes burst out with brilliance, his aura suddenly rose sharply, and he punched out, breaking through the darkness like lightning, reaching the extreme speed.

when--

Yu Jixin didn't react at all. It was time. Even if the force transmitted from the folding fan had been weakened, it still shook his whole body, and his breath suddenly dropped a lot.

Liu Wei'an's feet exploded, and his whole body shot towards Yu Jixin like a shell fired from his chamber, but halfway through the rush, he suddenly changed direction and rushed up to the sky obliquely. This sudden reversal of direction made him almost vomit blood, and his face changed several times before suppressing his turbid breath. There was an extra sword mark on his body, from his left shoulder to his right leg. If he had hesitated for a moment just now, it would have been in two.

"Senior is good at swordsmanship!" Liu Weian looked at the middle-aged woman with a face as white as paper,

There was no trace of anger on his face. He didn't blame others for the sneak attack, he only blamed himself for being careless. Knowing that the ones who came were all enemies, the ones who stayed would not be as simple as watching the excitement, and if they were not prepared, they deserved to be killed.

It is a very stupid thing to hate the enemy.

The middle-aged woman looked indifferent, she couldn't see the sword from top to bottom, or even any weapon related to the sword. If Liu Wei'an hadn't been sharp, he wouldn't be sure that the terrible sword came from her hand.

"Senior, good swordsmanship!"

The same sentence, from Liu Wei'an's mouth is irony, but from Yu Jixin's mouth it is a compliment. He slowly pulled out the sword from his waist, Yulianshan's swordsmanship was unrivaled.

As the blood-red long sword was slowly pulled out, a terrifying aura rushed out of the sea like a wild beast from the deep sea, and the dark void distorted, as if it was afraid of something.

"When you decided to join forces with others, the seed of invincibility in your heart has been shattered." Liu Weian turned a blind eye to the terrible storm, with a regretful expression.

"It seems that you have a big misunderstanding about the definition of a successful person. The one who stands at the end is the one who succeeds, not the one who kills the most opponents." Yu Jixin smiled slightly, not caring about Liu Wei'an's offensive words at all.

"I was so naive that I thought of reasoning with you." In the time Liu Weian said a few words, the sword marks on his body had shrunk so much that they were no longer bleeding. Although they hadn't healed yet, their actions were loveless. And at this time, the momentum of Yu Jixin's blood-colored long sword also reached its peak.

There is no extra language, both of them are people with a mind like stone, language is useless, only strength can determine the outcome. Yu Jixin deserves to be the heir carefully cultivated by Yu Lianshan, and at the same time wields a blood-colored long sword and folding fan that are no less than the red refining furnace, and makes Liu Wei'an appear dangerous.

Liu Wei'an's feet were like nails on the ground, and he didn't take a step back. No matter how dangerous the situation was, he punched him.

when--

when--

when--

...

The bloody long sword was extremely sharp, his fist could barely block it, but the folding fan couldn't. The folding fan was a spiritual weapon, and the power of the shock was extremely terrifying. If it was an ordinary person, the power of the shock alone would shatter his internal organs and kill him. Liu Wei'an gritted his teeth and persisted, constantly analyzing the profound meaning of the Great Judgment Fist, in order to resist the terrifying power of the folding fan.

Yu Jixin is also insisting that the balance of this world, the greater the power, the greater the price to pay. Sweat dripped down, and the cool diversion had already been discarded.

"The carp comes out of the water!" Yu Jixin suddenly shouted, and the bloody long sword turned into a carp and broke through the water. This is a very strange phenomenon. There is obviously no water, but it gives the fish the feeling of water.

"Suppress the soul!" Liu Weian's heart skipped a beat, feeling extremely dangerous. The bloody long sword was clearly in his eyes, but there was a feeling of being out of sight.

The ancient and mysterious power spread, and the moment the long sword stopped, he finally caught that point, and the Great Judgment Fist blasted out.

"Go!"

boom--

The moment the fist collided with the tip of the sword, the middle-aged woman made a move, and a ray of sword light cut through the void, reaching the limit. Although Liu Wei'an had been paying attention to her all the time, when he saw Jianmang, it was still too late, and he twisted his body reluctantly to avoid the vital point. There was a bloodstain on his neck, and half of the main artery was cut. Even if he worked hard, blood still sprayed out, staining half of his shoulder.

After landing, he took five or six steps back in a row.

"Hualong!" Although Yu Jixin is a disciple of the righteous way, he doesn't have the slightest idea of ​​taking advantage of others' danger to be disgraceful. Instead, he looks like a street gangster who takes advantage of your illness to kill you.

The bloody long sword evolved from a carp to a python, and with the evolution, a destructive force blasted towards Liu Wei'an. At the same time, the folding fan turned into a mountain and fell heavily. The earth could not bear the force and sank inch by inch.

Liu Wei'an glanced at the middle-aged woman, her eyes were very cold, the middle-aged woman still had that indifferent look, her eyes were empty, she didn't look at anyone, there was a feeling that people were here but her heart was somewhere else.

Still no sword in hand.

Liu Wei'an shifted his gaze to Yu Jixin, and darkness began to appear on the surface of his body, not the darkness of the black mist, but the darkness of the night, as black as ink, and the light seemed to be corroded.

"Soul-suppressing talisman!"

"Great Judgment Fist!"

The moment when the giant python approached him was also the moment when the mountains fell to the top of his head, and it was also the moment when the darkness completely enveloped Liu Wei'an. At this moment, Liu Wei'an made a move.

The wind of the fist was like thunder, resounding all over the field.

boom——

The mountain regained its folding fan, shot into the sky, and disappeared into the night. The giant python was smashed to pieces and recovered its body. The light of the blood-colored long sword was dimmed, as if it had faded by half.

Yu Jixin stepped back three steps, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

Liu Wei'an didn't feel better either, his right fist was no longer flesh and blood, except for the wrist, only bones remained, and there was another sword mark on his body, this time near the heart, overlapping with the place where Wen Xin finger had poked before, but this time, Liu Weian was unable to contract his muscles, blood flowed profusely, and the redness on his chest expanded rapidly.

"You can make me retreat, Liu Wei'an, you are proud enough." Yu Jixin took a deep breath, and the turbulent breath returned to calm. With his fingers and palms together, the blood-colored long sword that fell on the ground returned to his hand automatically, and the dim sword body bloomed with a bright blood-colored light again.

Snapped!

Tens of meters away, the middle-aged woman who had been standing still fell straight down, like a piece of wood without a soul.

"What kind of exercise is this?" Yu Jixin's scalp went numb. The middle-aged woman's face was pale, and she looked like a dead person, but it was just a likeness, not a dead person. Now the word 'like' can be removed, and she became a real dead person.

"Being able to leave three sword marks on my body is enough to be proud of." Liu Wei'an said.

"I see!" A chill came from Yu Jixin's back. He remembered that at the moment of the fight, his soul was attacked. Fortunately, the treasure gifted by the teacher took the initiative to defend him from harm, but it had an impact after all. Otherwise, Liu Wei'an would not have been able to hold on to him for so long.

But also because of the treasure, he ignored the horror of this attack method, and now seeing the middle-aged woman kill in an instant, he suddenly heard that he had accidentally avoided a murder.

The middle-aged woman should be an elder-level figure with a high position and authority, but after all, she is not a direct disciple, and it is impossible to have treasures inherited from the master. But after all, he was a master of the older generation, and he died without any resistance. He was afraid for a while, and the way he looked at Liu Wei'an changed.

"Look who else can help you!" Liu Weian didn't hide the murderous intent in his eyes at all. He thought that middle-aged women had treasures to protect their body like Yu Jixin, so he persevered, knowing that at the last moment, he sacrificed the 'Sword of Nirvana', at the moment when middle-aged women were most careless. Now that I think about it, this kind of protection for the soul is very rare, not just one of the masters of the hermit sect.

The death of the middle-aged woman greatly boosted his confidence.

Yu Jixin showed a slight smile, glanced left and right, there were two more people, two soldiers in military uniforms who had no position. The fact that two people can withstand the aura of their battle is enough to prove their strength.

"It's just a corpse!" Liu Weian's eyes showed disdain, his right fist shone brightly, and thunder sounded faintly.

"Liu Wei'an, see you next time!" Yu Jixin's expression changed, turning into a beam of light and shooting towards the darkness.

"Your sword is good, keep it as a souvenir!" Liu Weian didn't chase after him, but he had an extra giant bow in his hand.

"The sword is indeed good, but it has nothing to do with you—" Before Yu Jixin could say the word 'Yuan', he screamed, and a red light fell to the ground, and he accelerated himself, disappearing in an instant. Almost at the same time, flames spewed out from the feet of the two soldiers, turned into two beams of light and left, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Liu Weian narrowed his eyes, and slowly lowered the giant bow.