Limitless Interpretations

This was mentioned in the outline of the script. According to the time, that incident should not have happened yet. Yan Wan might still be able to join in the fun now.

Spiritual fruit is very rare. Whether it is taken or made into elixir, it has a good effect. Even some immortals are a little envious of this thing, so the probability of Wu Yunjing's participation is not small.

If we meet in the arena, just kill her directly. It is simple, quick and saves time and effort. Anyway, Yan Wan disappeared immediately after finishing the work. If Sihai Pavilion has the ability, just check it out.

"Meow~"

Dabai, who had been lying on his shoulder, suddenly seemed to sense something. He suddenly raised his head and shouted in a certain direction.

Yan Wan glanced in the direction, scratched its head, and said lightly: "It's just a ghost, don't you know it's none of your business?"

Judging from the appearance of the ghost he saw, it was probably a man who was raising a lover, but was discovered by the eldest woman, and then the lover naturally suffered.

The man was probably a coward. He watched his lover being killed, and then the other party was unwilling to accept it and turned into a ghost to come for revenge. Only then did Dabai sense that the ghost had just appeared at the door and was about to escape.

The ghost seemed to be afraid of Dabai. Under its gaze, it shivered like a quail and kept whining like a beg for mercy.

She originally thought that Yan Wan would kill her easily. After all, no one would mind killing a few 'evil heretics', especially monks.

Unexpectedly, Yan Wan just looked at her, with no intention of getting close at all. He only took a few steps, seemingly as light as shopping, but at an extremely fast speed, he disappeared from here in the blink of an eye.

"Thank you, senior." Facing the direction in which Yan Wan left, the female ghost bowed respectfully.

"Meow~" Dabai called a few times, as if asking Yan Wan why he was too lazy to do anything just now and just sat back and watched the female ghost harm people.

Yan Huan thought for a while and explained calmly: "It's true that ghosts harm people, but in the end it was others who harmed her first. Since it was a personal vendetta, why should I take action? Of course, maybe my inference is wrong, but who is who is none of my business?

Being nosy may have advantages, but it may also have disadvantages. But if you turn a blind eye, it may not do any good, but it will never do any harm. When doing things, you just need the word "stable", do you understand? "

On the third day, Yan Wan, who was driving at a terrifying speed, finally arrived at his destination in time.

Don't forget... Yan Wan is the protagonist.

So, what a coincidence, this fruit tree actually matured some time earlier this time.

But when it came to signing up, Yan Wan ran into some trouble. Fortunately, he was not a stubborn person. Seeing that he couldn't take the right path, he decisively took a small path.

Killing someone, pretending to be someone else, Yan Wang wore another face and appeared openly on the field.

There are so many weird spells in the world of cultivation, not to mention that the Demonic Palace specializes in a certain line of work, and there are countless side projects. Even though Yan Wang is so arrogant, there are really no flaws.

After two days of competition, Yan Wan successfully entered the semi-finals, and his opponent this time was undoubtedly the mission target-Wu Yunjing!

The signature of the younger generation of Sihai Pavilion?

Yan Wan frowned. The strength of the Sihai Pavilion was almost the same as that of the Demonic Palace. However, because the latter mostly lived in darkness, it only had a name, and the specific information was quite mysterious.

Sihai Pavilion is different. They founded the sect in an upright and upright manner. The information about them is very detailed. This is a sect that is inclined towards legal cultivation. The standard for recruiting disciples has always been for people with spiritual roots, so the number of disciples in the entire sect is not large.

And their most famous spells, as you can tell from the name of Sihai Pavilion, are related to the water element in the Five Elements spells. They are specific and precise, so their unique skills are unique in the world of cultivation.

But...why does Wu Yunjing rarely use spells in battles?

Hidden clumsiness?

It's impossible, because there is no point in hiding her clumsiness. After all, her reputation has been established for a long time. It is normal to resolve the battle cleanly. It is not beautiful to be in such a stalemate.

"Interesting." Yan Wan narrowed his eyes and walked into the arena step by step like a normal person under the gaze of everyone.

"Sihai Pavilion, Wu Yunjing." The woman saluted with her sword in hand, and her strictness made it impossible to find anything wrong with her.

Yan Huan looked at her, and also cupped his hands. Suddenly, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said with a faint smile: "You should admit defeat, or you will die here. Really, I won't lie to you."

When Wu Yunjing heard this, she was a little dazed, and then smiled slightly: "Zhao Xun, right? Fellow Taoist is really confident."

"I'm serious." Yan Wan's face was serious: "If I strike with my sword, you might die. It's true."

Wu Yunjing frowned. She felt that the person in front of her was more of a psychopath and had no interest in talking. She said in a cold voice, "Then let me see why you kill me with this sword."

"Then you keep an eye on it."

Yan Wan slowly raised his right hand and placed it gently on the hilt of the Chixiao sword on his waist. The moment he finished speaking, a black and red blood light burst out of the box, spreading like a roar of a demon dragon with ear-splitting thunder.

The sword energy filled the air, and the overwhelming evil energy stagnated around the arena. The terrible pressure caused Wu Yunjing's complexion to change drastically. He instinctively put aside the contempt that had just arisen from his words and became extremely cautious.

Kill, kill, kill!

Not only Wu Yunjing who was in it, but also the surrounding spectators, faced with the pressure of Yan Wan's aggressive sword, couldn't help but hold their breath, instinctively looking sideways and not daring to look directly at its sharp edge.

Even so, the headache-splitting distracting thoughts that burst into their minds still made them miserable, and they unconsciously used their skills to resist the negative effects of this sword.

In a split second, Wu Yunjing made the right decision, abandoned his sword, and used his technique.

After all, she is a monk who relies on magic, not a physical practitioner like Yan Wan who has stepped up from the bottom of the martial arts hierarchy. The reason she used the sword before was that she never met an opponent worthy of her seriousness.

Now, she must be serious, 100% serious. Judging from the momentum of this sword, what the other party said at the beginning was definitely not lies. He was here to kill people.

Cloud roll!

Wu Yunjing made a secret and drank softly. The air in front of him rippled in waves, and then in an instant, a layer of clouds, mist, misty and ethereal barrier formed like a mirror, flowers, water, and the moon. It was like wrapping his fingers gently, sucking in all this terrifying sword, and using it to the extreme. Disappearing at a fast speed.

Yan Huan's eyes flashed with indifference, and he suddenly stepped out with his sword. Thousands of sword lights flew in all directions from his sleeves. Under his command, he quickly surrounded the arena, formed layers of sword nets, and pressed down on the opponent again.

At the same time, the red sky trembled slightly, the sword light flickered, and there seemed to be a roar of dragons and beasts. The ear-splitting dragon roars went straight into the sky, bursting the clouds, stirring up the vitality of the world, like a long river flowing backwards, and the stars falling from the sky with an unstoppable force.

The clouds dispersed.

Wu Yunjing's white fingers, with obscure afterimages, formed Dao seals one after another. The moment the long dragon came over his head, the barrier in front of him suddenly stretched and collided with the sword net, completely canceling it out.

Then the bracelet on her wrist suddenly detached and looped to the top of her head, casting down a layer of dazzling blue barrier that seemed to freeze the air, forming a huge piece of ice in an instant.

The sword light fell, setting off waves that filled the sky, and the terrifying aftermath exploded instantly, completely annihilating the arena into dust. The crowd watching the excitement all retreated in fear, fearing that they would be hit by the aftermath.

die!

Yan Wan's figure suddenly appeared in front of her. He raised his hand and raised his sword, like a furious dragon rising over the sea and striking at Wu Yunjing's chest. The ice crystals exploded wherever he passed, and the cold air shot out, driving straight in like a soldering iron cutting into butter.

Three feet, two feet...

His speed slowed down visibly to the naked eye. Countless frosty cold air solidified on his body, and the sword light exploded crazily, but it still continued to shrink under the successive cold air.

A foot away, Yan Wan's momentum was exhausted, and his whole body was frozen in place like an ice sculpture. Even so, there was still a lot of cold air bursting out, condensing on his body layer by layer.

Frozen!

Wu Yunjing did not dare to slack off at all, and stepped back on tiptoes. At the same time, she raised her delicate hands. The blue light of the magic weapon suddenly appeared, and the terrifying ice crystals condensed out of thin air and shot towards Yan Wancuan.

collapse……

At this moment, an abyss-like aura erupted, rising into the sky straight into the sky. The rolling evil aura was almost like substance, filling the surroundings of the ring, completely eroding and crushing all kinds of ice, and then condensed and charged towards Wu Yunjing. Cut out.

Hide or you will die...

Wu Yunjing turned pale and looked for Shuyuan www． zhaoshuyuan.com Gritting her teeth, she activated the magical weapon without saying a word, and laid out layers of defense in front of her. This sword locked her Qi. It was impossible to escape with her current strength, so she could only resist hard. Only then can there be hope.

But, can she really survive it?

To be fair, Wu Yunjing was not even 100% sure in her heart that she could block this sword.

This is not a martial skill, a spell, or an unfathomable magical power. On the contrary, Yan Wan's sword was very ordinary, he just gathered his strength and slashed out with all his strength.

However, what really makes Wu Yunjing feel unsure is precisely this.

The pure power on the sword, as well as the soul-stirring murderous intent that even condensed into substance, were majestically crushed with absolute strength.

There was no chance of trickery. There were only two ways before her, either to get through it or to be drowned.

I do not believe!

After being depressed, Wu Yunjing had an unyielding thought in his heart. Cultivators must be walking against the current, competing with others, the world, and heaven to find a way out.

Wu Yunjing was born with spiritual roots and was a genius. She had passed through many obstacles. The sword at the moment was not enough to affect her state of mind.

The order of amnesty, the Five Elements Law, and the water carry all things.

After making a secret and condensing the magic, Wu Yunjing threw out the magical weapon, and suddenly formed seals and shouted coldly, her jade face was calm, and her beautiful eyes were full of determination: "Use a small amount of power to borrow the magic of heaven and earth."

Boom! ! !

The moment the decree was concluded, everything in the world suddenly stopped.

In just a short moment, the sky suddenly changed from clear skies to overcast clouds. Thunderbolts roared and thundered, rumbling and ear-splitting sounds were heard, and heavy rain poured down.

Every drop of rain contained a huge force and hit the ground, leaving a bottomless pit. In the blink of an eye, a violent hurricane was set off, carrying rain all over the sky and rushed toward Yan Wan.