Heavenly God Mnemonic

"Battle!"

Ji Yefeng roared, and the magic sword shook in front of him, transforming into a barrier.

The terrifying sword light soared into the sky, cutting away to those Dao Yin.

"Boom!—"

Countless terrible forces exploded in the air, bursting out ripples.

Qin Xiaoyu's face changed drastically, and she cried out: "Dao Fa? This..."

She clearly felt the extremely terrifying power contained in the three thousand seals of the same Huadao move, just like traces of a great road.

The panic and horror in his heart were even above Yang Qingxuan's unharmed.

Ji Yefeng was also shocked, and saw Yang Qingxuan transform into a flaming meteor, shooting it down with a halberd in his hand, and hitting his head directly.

"Damn it!"

Ji Yefeng gritted his teeth fiercely, raised his sword and shook Yang Qingxuan away.

But in an instant, Yang Qingxuan flew back again, slashing down again.

"Boom! Boom!"

The huge sword light and halberd light continued to bloom in the air.

Although the power is not as powerful as the terrible collision in front of him, the intensity and severity are not lower than the previous one.

Although Ji Yefeng was covered in blood, his realm was indeed one star higher than Yang Qingxuan. He was also a king's talent. When he fought fiercely, that terrifying talent was immediately revealed, without any softness or blockage. And quickly gained the initiative to fight and kept pressing Yang Qingxuan to fight.

Yang Qingxuan gradually turned from offensive to defensive, and began to step down, but still entangled the opponent, preventing Ji Yefeng from having a chance to breathe.

"What the **** is going on? Ji Yefeng is already injured like this, but Yang Qingxuan is not hurt at all?!"

The disciples of the Saint Clan's clan were all shocked and looked at this scene in disbelief.

Obviously Ji Yefeng has the upper hand, but the appearance of flying flesh and blood makes people wonder if he really has the upper hand?

On the other hand, Yang Qingxuan, who was passively defensive, was pale, with golden light flashing all over his body, and the purple air veins were vertical and horizontal, and he still looked like Yushu facing the wind.

Qin Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and said: "What a powerful physique! Immortal, immortal, indestructible and immortal. According to legend, he obtained the Vajra Prajna Immortal Body, which seems to be true."

The female disciples of Nianhualou were all shocked, and said, "One of the four supreme bodies?"

Qin Xiaoyu nodded and said, "Besides, there is no other physical skill that can drag the opponent to fight with such a huge gap in realm, and it is not weak."

An elderly woman asked, "Xiao Yu thinks who can win?"

Qin Xiaoyu groaned: "If it were before the war, I would have suppressed Ji Yefeng 100%. But now...it's hard to say..."

The female disciple glanced at Qin Xiaoyu and said, "Since your thoughts have been shaken, I am afraid that you have already turned to Yang Qingxuan, right?"

Qin Xiaoyu's brows furrowed tightly, she did think so in her heart, but she didn't want, didn't want to, and couldn't admit it.

A cold light flashed in the female disciple’s eyes, looking at Qin Xiaoyu, and whispered: "This Yang Qingxuan is too terrifying. Although Ji Yefeng is not his opponent, I believe Xiao Yu can definitely beat him. Do you want to take advantage of him? Grow up..."

Qin Xiaoyu sensed the murderous intent and was startled, and said, "No! This thing cannot be done without leaking. Once Yang Qingxuan's friends find out the truth, Nianhualou is afraid it will be a big trouble."

The female disciple said: "But let him grow up, I am afraid that he will surpass the six kings in the future."

Qin Xiaoyu smiled bitterly: "If the skills are really inferior to others, I am convinced. Moreover, the six kings have passed, and now they are the five kings, I will be afraid of..."

The battle between Ji Yefeng and Yang Qingxuan was still stalemate.

It seems that everyone has a foreboding the direction of the battle.

Because Yang Qingxuan's condition is so good, there is no blood on his body, and he healed instantly when he was injured.

Ji Yefeng was completely the opposite. The power that came out of the sword light halberd blade shot, not only added new scars, but also enlarged the old ones, and the state was getting worse and worse.

But Ji Yefeng deserves to be the king. Even though his physical condition is weak, he has fought with Yang Qingxuan for thousands of moves, almost all of them remain at the same level, and he has not affected his moves because of his injuries.

Yang Qingxuan was extremely depressed. He originally thought that if he supported a few hundred tricks, the opponent would definitely fall into fatigue, and then it was time to fight back.

But after thousands of moves, the opponent did begin to weaken, but his own strength was also weakened a lot.

If it hadn't had two supreme divine bodies, it would have been defeated by the sword.

"impossible!"

Ji Yefeng's eyes were scarlet, and his mentality began to be a little unstable, and the speed of the knife became rush.

Yang Qingxuan was struggling to deal with it, but fortunately, as long as he protected the vital points, the remaining minor injuries could be recovered instantly.

The two of them fought thousands of moves, almost still keeping the original state, Ji Yefeng's appearance became more and more terrifying, and he did not know how much blood shed on his body, and finally had a tendency to accelerate decline.

Yang Qingxuan held his patience without arrogance or rashness, and still responded calmly.

Soon, Ji Yefeng's face was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss, and every time he cut it out, his power was doubled.

Yang Qingxuan took a sigh of relief, found the opportunity, and drew a halberd across Ji Yefeng's shoulder, smashing all the several meridians, and screaming blood.

Ji Yefeng was shocked, and only felt that his right hand was suddenly unable to exert his strength, and the magical sword sank down, and was slashed by Yang Qingxuan's halberd, and the sword flew directly.

Ji Yefeng was anxious and angry, and flew to grab the knife, but Yang Qingxuan would not be willing, and he pushed him in an endless stream of life and death, and completely enveloped him. Finally, without a few moves, he was hit by the halberd again and stabbed. Into the shoulders.

The void fell silent again.

Ji Yefeng looked down at the halberd that had pierced his right shoulder, his right hand shook slightly, and he couldn't use it at all. His eyes were scarlet, and he roared, "Kill me!"

Pushing his shoulder hard, the halberd penetrated even more.

It seems that the pain in his body can alleviate the humiliation and anger in his heart.

Ji Yefeng closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting for death.

"No! You can't kill him!"

The Ji family disciples were anxious and shouted one by one: "If you dare to kill him, the Ji family will chase you to the end of the world!"

Yang Qingxuan frowned and said, "What are you talking about? He is only allowed to kill me, but not me? Did you get -S in your head?" He said that the halberd shook, and with a "chick", he moved Ji Yefeng's right shoulder and arm. Cut it all off.

"No!"

The Ji family’s disciples were very anxious, and each of their eyes was about to split. Ji Yefeng is the pride of their Ji family and the future of the Ji family. If Ji Yefeng dies here, not only will they have a heavy responsibility, but the entire Ji family will not be able to bear it. General loss.

An older Ji family hurriedly clasped his fists and said respectfully: "We just said improperly, and we looked at Master Qingxuan Haihan. As long as we let the wind go overnight, everything is easy to talk about."