Sword Master Ling Tian

"Ling Tian, ​​I don't want you to fight with my brother."

Feng Qixi said beside Ling Tian.

"Hehe, this is not my choice. If your brother doesn't know how to advance or retreat, I can't help it."

Ling Tian sneered.

"However, I feel that he is not necessarily, dare to choose me!"

Ling Tian narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sure enough, Feng Jixing's gaze suddenly moved away from Ling Tian, ​​and he said, "Miss Luo Yan, please come up!"

"Ok!?"

This scene made many people wonder.

This is because Luo Yan cultivates with sharp claws, and his attributes are not wind and thunder. It stands to reason that he will continue to walk with that wind and cannot be touched.

"Feng Jixing, did you choose the wrong person? Don't you dare to challenge Ling Tian!?"

Mo Yu frowned.

Ling Tian was also a little surprised, as the wind continues to go, is it really troublesome for him! ?

In fact, Feng Jixingye was a little helpless, because just now, Yuan Fang had already asked him to tell him to sell his face to Yuan Qing, and let Ling Tian to himself.

Moreover, Master Lei also gave him a voice transmission, telling him not to fight Ling Tian now.

Instead, choose Luo Yan.

This turned out to be Master Luo's intention.

The first reason is because Ling Tian is definitely not easy to deal with, even if he can defeat Ling Tian, ​​he will inevitably expose many hole cards.

At that time, it will be weak against Saint.

For Shengbi, Feng Jixing has prepared for too many years.

Naturally, the overall situation will not be affected by a moment of anger.

As for the second one, Feng Jixing also understood that Master Luo wanted to use his hand to tell Luo Yanyan the gap between himself and the Holy Land Immortal. Following Ling Tian, ​​it is absolutely impossible to win the Saint Bi and enter the immortal. Of the palace.

Therefore, for various reasons, he had to choose Luo Yan.

"Hehe, it's not, Miss Luo Yan is stronger than the Holy Land Immortal Monarch, and she won't let her go too far!"

Feng Jixing smiled with his hands.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he held Luo Yan to speak. Everyone knew that now that Master Luo was on the pavilion, Feng Jixing would never be presumptuous.

"The reason why I want to discuss the Tao with Miss Luo Yanyan is because I have recently practiced a palm technique and have learned a lot! And Miss Luo Yanyan has inherited the blood palm of the Luo family's three bests, so, now, I want to ask the palm of my hand. Fa, I don’t know Miss Luo Yan, can you show your face!?"

Feng Jixing is arrogant but unrestrained, and he has already said in his heart.

"Just talk about the way of mastering!?"

Everyone looked at each other, it seemed that there was not much competition.

Although Feng Jixing is a sword cultivator, in addition to kendo, other techniques and supernatural powers are naturally involved, but these are not Feng Jixing’s unique skills. This makes many people want to see how Feng Jixing has it. How tyrannical disciples are a little disappointed.

"Luo Yan..."

Ling Tian looked at the beauty in blood-clothes behind him, "I can go for you."

"No need."

And Luo Yan shook his head.

Her gaze looked at the extremely powerful figure above the pavilion.

She understood that Feng Jixing's move was also because of his grandfather's understanding.

Therefore, in any case, she has no reason to refuse this battle.

The blood shadow flickered, Luo Yan directly boarded the platform of Xiyue Peak, and the wind continued to face each other.

"Hehe, I know that Miss Luo Yan's skills are quite good. Today, I really want to see and see the unique knowledge of the Luo family. So, please let Miss Luo Yan take action first!"

"The power is at will, follow the line, just take it all."

Feng Jixing looks personable, but it sounds very arrogant.

"Ha ha……"

Luo Yan sneered, never saying much.

She was originally under the command of the eldest prince, and she went along with the wind, not all the way, naturally there was nothing to say.

Immediately, Luo Yan released his will and Qi Haixian Yuan.

In terms of will and cultivation base alone, Luo Yan is even stronger than Zhao Min now, and even compared with the holy land fairy of Mube Tubu, there is not much difference.

It's really strong.

It's about the way of palm, so Luo Yan can't use blood claws and ropes. Her bare hands are high and boundless, forming a magnificent sea of ​​blood behind her.

At this moment, Xiyue Peak was full of blood-red colors.

Many holy land disciples couldn't help taking a breath when they saw this scene.

Luo Yan really deserves to be Luo's prostitute.

This kind of terrifying Xianyuan coercion is definitely not under the Holy Land Xianjun.

"Nether Blood Palm, Ning!"

Luo Yan screamed, like a blood world demon, that boundless blood qi, instantly on the platform, condensed into a blood evil palm print, the blood palm was crystal clear, and was condensed into a thousand feet size by Luo Yan, almost covering the entire platform.

Under this palm print, the platform was dark and blood-red, and the foul wind blew Feng Jixing's clothes, grinning.

Although Luo Yan’s ghost blood palm can be used by Ling Tian, ​​he is not a child of the Luo family, and he does not have the blood blessing of the Luo family. Therefore, even he can’t use this palm print to the extent that it can contend with Luo Yan. To the point.

In other words, this palm is scary enough!

Seeing that the palm of blood was about to come, everyone held their breath.

Feng Jixing is a sword cultivator, and in terms of palm skills, is it really comparable to Luo Yan? ?

"Hehe, Miss Luo Yan is really amazing!"

Facing Luo Yanyan's terrifying palm, that Feng Jixing smiled leisurely, not seeing the slightest surprise or fear.

And the next moment, he took a deep breath, and the terrifying wind and thunder will behind him, suddenly accompanied by the coercive force of the tyrannical aura, burst out in an instant.

The wind and thunder are endless, rolling by.

The storm really enveloped the entire platform for dozens of miles.

"This is...Xianjun's peak realm!?"

"Sure enough, Feng Jixing's cultivation level has broken through to the peak of Xianjun, and it's only a fine line away from the fairy king!"

"Isn't he already at the peak of the fairy king before participating in the Saint Ratio!? Doesn't that mean that Feng Jixing may directly become the fairy king above the Saint Ratio!?

"No, it's harder to become a fairy king, but in any case, Feng Jixing's cultivation base has indeed crowned the entire holy land!"

Everyone cried out in exclamation when they saw that Feng Jixing breath erupted.

Even the immortals of other holy places frowned.

Feng Jixing broke through the realm so quickly, which made them feel extremely stressed.

Du Can clenched the front of his fist tightly, and flames filled it.

"Damn it! If Ling Tian hadn't robbed me of the fairy fire, I could also be the pinnacle of the fairy today!"

Everyone had different expressions, but Feng Jixing had already raised it with one hand, and the boundless thunder was intertwined. On top of the head, it turned into a large thunder palm that was two thousand feet tall, and lifted up to the sky!

boom!

Two palms oppose each other on the platform.

However, Feng Jixing's Thunder Palm had to crush Luo Yan's Nether Blood Palm in terms of size and power.

The two palm prints were on the top of Xiyue Peak, but after a few breaths, Luo Yan's ghost blood palm had collapsed and disintegrated, and was backlashed by the power of the big palm print. Luo Yan snorted and was shaken back out.