Enhance comprehension

Bai Lie landed softly, unscathed, but Sanqian Yiyun was almost half disabled. He was so ruthless that he could destroy flowers without any mercy at all.

"But that's it..." Bai Lieqing sighed and was about to step down, but there was a rustling sound from behind.

"It's... it's not... it's over..." Sanqian Yiyun actually struggled to get up and fight again. As expected of a family of gods of war, they not only have superb skills and powerful abilities, but also have an iron-clad body.

Not only did he not faint after being seriously injured, but he even prepared to fight again.

"Humph, I don't know what to do..." Bai Lie was a little bored. Although he had a small appreciation for the female cultivator, he was also quite unhappy with her overestimation. If he had known this, he shouldn't have accepted it just now.

Strength, obviously, Bai Lie's last blow was drained.

Sanqian Yiyun struggled to get up, his whole body was shaking involuntarily due to the severe pain, but he was muttering something in a low voice.

"Yiyun, the unfilial daughter of the Sanqian family, please release the seal due to serious injury. She has violated the instructions of the ancestors and will return to the family within three days to regret her mistakes!" After Sanqian Yiyun finished chanting, he clasped his hands together again, and the veins in his body seemed to be unlocked. Suddenly,

The speed of spiritual power traveling around the sky increased sharply. Within a few breaths, Sanqian Yiyun stopped trembling. Instead, the spiritual pressure quickly increased, and the muscles all over his body began to swell until the clothes all over his body were stretched tight.

At this time, Sanqian Yiyun's aura had already surpassed the pill formation stage. Even in the early stage of Yuanying, it seemed that there was no such abnormal spiritual pressure. The monks in the audience were even more shocked. Yesterday's bald monk also used the secret medicine, and his strength was

He has climbed to the Nascent Soul stage, but there is a huge difference from this person who climbed up by his own efforts.

"Interesting~" Bai Lie finally showed a smile, as if he had encountered prey, and he felt very happy about Sanqian Yiyun's current state.

Although Sanqian Yiyun's spiritual pressure is astonishing, he is still very cautious towards Bai Lie. The two competitions have proved that the man in front of him is far from rational and understandable. Although he deliberately tried to compete with Bai Lie just now and was seriously injured in order to release the forbidden body.

However, he also realized how powerful Bai Lie was. Even if he violated the ancestral precepts and unlocked the seal of Zhou Tian, ​​he might not be able to defeat Bai Lie easily. He had limited time and needed to fight quickly.

At this time, Bai Lie took action, with no reservations about speed, strength, and fighting will. The enemy in front of him was an opponent worthy of all his efforts. Bai Lie thought in his heart, turned his hands into claws, and used a move of the black tiger to dig out the heart and move toward him.

With Sanqian Yiyun, he struck at the right chest.

Sanqian Yiyun dodged quickly, even one minute faster than Bai Lie. Then he grabbed Bai Lie's wrist and threw him on his back, knocking Bai Lie to the ground. Then he quickly turned around and picked him up.

Bai Lie used his ankle to swing his ankle several times, then threw Bai Lie into the air. In the same manner as Bai Lie, a scholar, he jumped up, struck with his knees, and then knocked Bai Lie to the ground with an elbow strike.

After a series of actions, Bai Lie was still knocked to the ground. He forcefully smashed a crack in the bipolar sword platform, which was said to be indestructible. Suddenly, gravel flew up. Sanqian Yiyun stopped aside and did not continue.

Take action.

Naturally, Bai Lie would not be knocked down so easily. After being hit on the ground, he stood up and patted the dirt on his body, but there were no wounds on his body.

"That's it?"

Sanqian Yiyun was immediately shocked. Although he knew that his few blows could not seriously injure Bai Lie, they could still cause some substantial minor injuries. Unexpectedly, even the bipolar sword platform cracked, and Bai Lie was not injured at all.

Lossless.

Seeing this, Sanqian Yiyun showed a trace of cruelty in the corners of his eyes. He then turned his palms into fingers and pointed them towards the vital parts of his limbs, sealing many of his pain points and sealing away all the pain in his body.

Then he withdrew the released spiritual pressure and protected it around his body, and his steps suddenly became extremely psychedelic...

In one breath, Sanqian Yiyun rushed to Bai Lie's side, changing steps around Bai Lie, constantly changing positions, and punching Bai Lie from time to time. It seemed like a punch, but it carried

Weird fluctuations, every punch will send a wave of waves into the body, and when punched out, all the meridians will be injured. Of course, this kind of wave punch will also cause the same damage to yourself due to the rebound, injuring the enemy by one thousand, and damaging yourself by eight hundred.

In fact, it is to exchange injury for injury.

After a few breaths, Bai Lie had many bruises all over his body, and more importantly, his internal meridians began to be damaged. It had to be said that San Qian Yiyun's crazy style of fighting had achieved certain results. At the same time,

Parts of the meridians in Sanqian Yiyun's hands and arms began to break, and his skin and flesh began to burst open.

Bai Lie snorted coldly and endured Sanqian Yiyun's attack without any care. Suddenly, he caught Sanqian Yiyun's wave fist with a palm. Suddenly, a dark wave hit his arm along the palm of his hand, causing a sharp pain.

Attacked, Bai Lie did not pay attention, but only held Sanqian Yiyun's fist. After restraining Sanqian Yiyun, he held the wrist of this hand with his other hand and threw Sanqian Yiyun to the ground.

On the ground, several swords were struck on Sanqian Yiyun's limbs, directly canceling all Sanqian Yiyun's actions.

At this time, Bai Lie had been hit by more than 3,000 palms. His whole body was bruised and swollen, and his insides were in a mess. He didn't even frown.

As for Sanqian Yiyun, his body has long been in tatters, and his skin and flesh are bursting. He used wave fists for a long time, phantom tracking, and unlocked the third seal under overwhelming conditions. There is no intact part of his body.

His meridians were broken, and his whole body seemed to be useless. However, Sanqian Yiyun still did not faint, but continued to struggle, as if he wanted to continue fighting. It is not an exaggeration to call him a martial arts madman.

Despite this, Sanqian Yiyun still failed to get up again. Bai Lie won this battle.

At this time, there was no discussion in the audience. Seeing that Sanqian Yiyun, who had climbed to the Nascent Soul stage, was still completely defeated by Bai Lie, all the monks' judgment of Bai Lie's danger level was raised to another level. The white-faced ghost

The evil spirit has transcended the category of human beings, so it is no longer a human being, it is simply a living Shura ghost evil spirit!

After the battle, Bai Lie picked up San Qian Yiyun who was lying on the stage and got off the stage. Although he didn't know what perverted thing he was going to do, no one dared to say a word. What was the white-faced ghost going to do?

As for him, as long as he is happy, let him go. Meddling in others' own business at this time is really seeking death!

"Netherworld Chaihun Pill!" Bai Lie put Sanqian Yiyun in front of Wanhu and highlighted five words, concise and to the point.

"Oh." Wan Hu hurriedly turned over his hands and took out the pills, opened the mouth of the dying San Qian Yiyun, poured it in, and then patted it slightly with his palm, helping San Qian Yiyun put the pill into his belly.

After a while, Sanqian Yiyun's body began a slow repair process, and he was basically out of danger. At Qian'er's request, Wan Hu carried San Qian Yiyun on his back. Amid everyone's strange nervousness, he followed Qian'er.

Bai Lie left the Bipolar Sword Platform.

After Wan Hu and others left, a sharp-mouthed monk looked around and quietly left Qianxuanmen. However, he did not follow the same road as Wan Hu and others, but ran in another direction.

Soon, the sharp-mouthed monk found a deserted cave. After looking around, he entered the cave.

"Senior Brother Feng, something bad has happened. Uncle Senior and the others may have been poisoned..."

"Ahem...how is that possible?" Feng Xiaotian was still recovering from his serious injury.

"Today those white-faced ghosts came to participate in the competition safe and sound, and..."

"What's wrong?"

"The opponent of the white-faced ghost was Wu Madman from the Three Thousand Family of Martial Gods. Later, Wu Madman used some special skills, and his cultivation level skyrocketed to the early stage of Yuanying, but he still lost to the white-faced ghost. I guess the master uncle has not been back for so long, so fierce

What a disaster~" The sharp-mouthed monk said sadly...

"Madman Wu?" Feng Xiaotian suddenly panicked. As a disciple of the head of the divine position, he naturally knows more than the sharp-mouthed monk. According to rumors, Madman Wu has a family seal. Unlocking the seal is enough to rival the peak monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

In such a situation, he was defeated by the white-faced ghost, so he said that he did not lose unjustly? No, the key is that the master uncle has died, and many matters of his and his party cannot be implemented, and it is difficult to communicate when he returns home...

The more Feng Xiaotian thought about it, the more depressed and angry he became. In addition, he was seriously injured. By accident, the wound on his chest suddenly burst open, and a mouthful of thick blood spurted out unexpectedly!

"The white-faced ghost, I, Feng Xiaotian, will remember you, and I will repay you a hundredfold for the shame you have suffered now!" Feng Xiaotian roared.

"Senior Brother Feng, are you still injured?"

"It's okay. After a few days of rest, it should be okay. Junior Brother Lao Mo will be here in the next few days!"

"Oh? In this case, Senior Brother Feng, even if we return to the sect this time, it will be difficult for you and me to deal with each other. Not only will we return without success, but we will also lose an elder at the Nascent Soul stage. I am afraid that we will not be able to escape our involvement." Jian.

Monk Zui suddenly changed his mind and said.

"When I tell Master the whole story, I'm sure the sect won't be merciless, so Junior Brother Mo can rest assured." Feng Xiaotian looked at Junior Brother Mo's expression, and suddenly felt a bad premonition.

"You are the master's disciple, so it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if we are dispensable little characters. How about this, you take out the things entrusted by the master, and we split into two and go our separate ways.

Senior Brother Feng.”

"Shut up, you can't get your hands on the things that belong to the sect. You kid is tired of living. For the sake of your fellow sect, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind.

,Huh!" Feng Xiaotian held up his dignity as a senior brother and said righteously.

"Feng Xiaotian, if it were before, I might have been really afraid of you, but now, hum, do you think I will still be afraid of you?" After speaking, the sharp-mouthed monk took out a spiritual sword, and the sword light flashed,

Directly pointed at Feng Xiaotian.

"Mo Liang! Do you really want to quarrel?" Feng Xiaotian also took out his spiritual sword, stood up reluctantly, and confronted the sharp-mouthed monk.

"Senior Brother Feng, don't force me to hand over the entrustment of the master. For the sake of our friendship, I might as well let you live." The sharp-mouthed monk sneered a few times.

"Seeking death!" Feng Xiaotian was furious, raised his spiritual sword and slashed at Mo Liang.

When Mo Liang saw this, he didn't care at all. Feng Xiaotian's sword was very slow and the strength seemed to be negligible. It seemed that Feng Xiaotian was already on his last legs. Mo Liang confirmed his guess even more.

Just when the sword was about to hit Mo Liang, Mo Liang easily dodged Feng Xiaotian's sword. Just when he was about to continue humiliating Feng Xiaotian, Feng Xiaotian suddenly burst out and turned his sword.

He slashed sideways at Mo Liang again, both in speed and strength, far beyond what he could match just now.

Mo Liang hurriedly dodged and used his spiritual sword to block it. He barely managed to dodge the fatal sword strike, but suffered a huge wound on his right arm, which was bleeding profusely.

"You're cheating!" Mo Liang held his bleeding right arm at this moment, took a few steps back in a hurry, and looked at Feng Xiaotian with a look of fear.

"Get out of here!" Feng Xiaotian pretended to be calm, with an angry look on his face.

"Hmph, the arrogant Feng Xiaotian can actually tolerate others? Stop pretending. If you are fine, I'm afraid you won't say a word to me again. If I guess correctly, you should only have one blow left.

"Mo Liang said quietly, and raised the spirit sword again.

This time Mo Liang did not dare to approach Feng Xiaotian, but struck Feng Xiaotian from a distance with his sword light. Although the power was average, it was safe. Feng Xiaotian had to try hard to dodge Mo Liang's sword light, but his hand was

I can't gather any spiritual energy.

"Mo Liang! Don't go too far!" Feng Xiaotian had been injured several times by Mo Liang's sword light at this time. His whole body was covered with scars, and old injuries and new injuries recurred at the same time.

"Senior Brother Feng, listen to me and hand over what the master has entrusted to you. Maybe I can spare your life..."

"Can you!" Feng Xiaotian asked. At this time, naturally he would no longer believe Mo Liang's words.

"Well... if you kowtow and call me grandpa, maybe you can think about it..." Mo Liang teased.

"You..." Feng Xiaotian spurted out another mouthful of blood. As a last resort, he took out the Seven-Star Immortal Slayer Sword and barely blocked Mo Liang's sword rays.

Feng Xiaotian has shown a talent for cultivating immortals that is far beyond ordinary people since he was a child, and he is even more talented in swordsmanship. It can be said that he has never suffered any setbacks. He has only bullied others by himself, and he has never suffered such a shame and humiliation. For Mo Liang's

He made fun of him and suddenly became furious.

At this time, Feng Xiaotian was almost like a bloody man. His mind and body had reached a limit, a limit that was close to collapse... A trace of blood was left on the ground along the palm of his hand along the Seven Stars Sword of Immortal Slaying.

At this moment, a vast voice suddenly echoed in Feng Xiaotian's mind.

"The sword is the most powerful in the Nine Heavens of Demons. Do you want to fall into my demonic path and accept my power?"

ps: First update, a bit late, I overslept, sorry.

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