Yan Ling fantasy world

"The scarlet thing flying across the sky is actually the Soul Killing Sword?"

In the center of the Dou Qi stage, Xiao Shuai, whose fire power was almost exhausted, looked at the scarlet giant sword in the center of a huge pit of more than ten feet, with a look of extreme horror in his eyes.

If the sword just struck him, he might have died on the spot, and the same was true. Although he was frightened, Xiao Shuai was also a little lucky, but in the current situation, the drama had just begun.

The sword realm has been broken, and the blood-red Jian Wu lies flat on the side of the Spirit-killing Sword. His breath is extremely weak, and his breathing is even softer and inaudible. The trembling Jian Qiangwei slowly walks towards the center of the Dou Qi stage, looking at the people on the ground.

It was a sword dance of blood, and the trembling of the body became even more intense.

"grumble…"

The golden bird roared violently, and its huge golden body was extremely fast. In one breath, it landed directly on the huge Dou Qi platform from a height of hundreds of feet. Its wings flapped, and the rich flame power swept directly across the surroundings, causing Dou Qi to rise.

Many flamers beside the stage retreated one after another and hid a hundred feet away.

On top of the dazzling golden bird, five figures, and a blood-red fox that looked like a blood spirit fox, gradually appeared in front of everyone.

Without saying a word, the sword energy emanating from the front part of the golden bird, showing contempt for the heroes of the world, jumped directly from the golden bird, and its proud posture of being proud of all things in the world was vividly displayed at this moment.

His legs landed on the ground, and the hard rock on the fighting platform was centered directly on his landing, like a spider web, spreading several feet away in an instant, and was shattered every inch.

On the verge of breaking, Xiao Shuai, who was very close at hand, looked at the familiar face in front of him, and his hands finally began to tremble.

"Sword...Sword Madman..."

When Xiao Shuai's stammering voice sounded, all the flamers were also thinking silently in their hearts.

The sword heart glanced at Xiao Shuai beside him without saying a word. The terrifying flame spirit pressure was released instantly. Xiao Shuai, who was so close at hand, did not hesitate at all. He knelt down directly. The rocks on the ground shattered instantly, and the screams came directly from him.

Xiao Shuai spoke out, and blood slowly flowed out from his knees.

However, this is not over yet. In one breath, around the sword heart, the sword domain instantly covers an area of ​​dozens of feet in radius. Xiao Shuai, Xuan Jinniao, Jian Qiangwei and others are also covered in it. In the sword domain, the sword energy emerges, but it is different from the sword.

It was different from Wu. At this moment, the sword realm was extremely quiet. The sword energy was flowing in the sword realm, but it was not chaotic at all. It was all raging towards Xiao Shuai who was kneeling on the ground.

Phew… Phew…

Ah...ah...

Every time the sharp sword passed by, a scar appeared on Xiao Shuai's body, and blood also flowed out at this time.

"Hmph...arrogant..."

"Fourth level fire skill, Tiger Brake!"

On one side of the Dou Qi stage, Mu Chen, who was released to the eighth stage, looked at the arrogant posture of the sword madman in front of him, killing Xiao Shuai with a crushing force. The pressure of the flame spirit was instantly released, and above his head, a figure of a tall tiger appeared instantly, tearing him apart.

With the appearance of shattering all things, it bit directly towards the sword madman in the sword field.

Along the way, the hard rocks of the Dou Qi platform were shattered directly after the tiger shadow flew behind them. In just one breath, a gap about ten feet wide was left on the ground.

The next moment, the tiger's shadow disappeared into the sword field, and Mu Chen's figure below it also disappeared simultaneously. The strength of the eighth level of Fangjing was fully displayed. The sword heart in the center of the sword field looked at Mu Chen who was coming at a high speed in front, and the flaming power in his palms gathered, and several seconds

The scarlet spirit-killing sword ten feet away rose directly from the ground. In one breath, it suddenly rushed out and flew directly into Jian Xin's hand. Its speed was several times faster than Hu Ying's.

The Ten Thousand Swords in the Sword Domain, as if under their control, gathered and attacked Mu Chen directly in front of him. In response, Mu Chen just had a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth. The next second, Hu Ying came out and charged directly forward. , and he himself stayed in place.

"cut!"

The shadow of the tiger approached, Jian Xin's eyes narrowed slightly, and the soul of flame power was also released to the extreme at this moment. The rich flame power instantly submerged into the spirit-killing sword. The scarlet-colored giant sword's blood-red color suddenly deepened, and At this point, the sword's heart slashed directly towards Hu Ying.

With all his strength, the sword energy on the side of the Spirit-killing Sword was overwhelming, and there was a faint sound of sword energy cutting through the void between heaven and earth.

Bang... there was a strange sound of metal collision, and the next moment, the sword domain disappeared instantly. The figure of the sword, under the fierce impact of the tiger shadow, jumped directly to dozens of feet away, and finally slowed down on the edge of the giant pit. Stop slowly.

After jumping out, the spirit-killing sword pierced directly into the ground.

Likewise, the ground was cut into two halves in the blink of an eye, and the cut marks gradually emerged in front of everyone after the aftermath of the battle.

At the same time, Mu Chen, who suffered the huge impact of the Soul-killing Sword, was unable to control his body for a moment, and flew out of the Dou Qi platform under the tyrannical force.

In the midst of the electric light and flint, Mu Chen looked at Xiao Shuai who was living and alive on the ground. An invisible force of fire instantly shot out from his arm and completely enveloped Xiao Shuai.

"rise!"

Mu Chen let out a low cry, and Xiao Shuai's dying body, under Mu Chen's full strength, flew directly towards the outside of the Dou Qi stage, and that direction was where Xiao Ke was. Seeing this, Xiao Ke looked unsightly. He jumped out and took down Xiao Shuai.

Bang... With a breath, Mu Chen's body slammed into the building behind him, causing the building to collapse. When he reappeared, the latter was covered with gray hair and grime, and his face showed a solemn expression.

Everything happened between lightning and flint. When everyone reacted, there was only a gap left on the Douqi stage, the ground cut by the spirit-killing sword, and Mu Chen covered in dust not far away.

Judging from the battle situation, in the initial confrontation, the winner was actually Kenshin who just appeared.

"So strong? You actually let Mu Chen, who has been released to the eighth level, feel defeated?"

The old man Mu Chen was in the eighth stage of the Fang Realm. Among the many Yan people present, although there were only a few people who knew him, it was not impossible.

In one breath, everyone's surprise seemed to be contagious, spreading at an extremely fast speed among the huge crowd of Flamers. The more so, the number of strange looks gradually increased. Many Flamers looked curiously at the man holding the Soul-killing Sword. The sword heart, the surprise in my heart turned into shock.

You must know that when he left, the latter was only at the sixth level of the realm. In the blink of an eye, he had the capital to fight against Muchen.

Although Kenshin had a certain position and personnel advantage in the collision just now, the two confrontations between the sword in the air and the hard steel in front of him also showed that Kenshin is different now.

In the huge pit, Jian Qiangwei, who was already on the side of Jian Wu, lifted up Jian Wu like a bloody man with one hand, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.

It is extremely difficult to recover from such an injury. She took a deep breath, and the smell of blood penetrated Sword Rose's mouth and nose. The next moment, on her wrist, the simple and helpless bracelet shone with light, and several rays of the extremely rich fragrance of the Yanling spirit appeared. Xiangsi appeared on her palm. Judging from its quality, it must be old. According to the price, each one is probably no less than eight thousand flame stones. Looking at Jianwu with a painful face, the sword rose has a soft flaming power. Submerged in the thought of lotus fragrance, the spiritual plant gradually turned into liquid and floated on the palm of Jian Qiangwei's hand. Carefully, she gently brought it to Jian Wu's tightly closed red lips and fed it little by little.

In this way, Jian Wu's complexion improved, but just when Jian Qiangwei relaxed her vigilance a little, Jian Wu made a continuous sound of violent dry coughs.

"Ahem..."

After bursts of dry coughing, the lotus fragrance that flowed into his mouth was choked out of his throat again. Jian Wu's face became even paler. Seeing this, Jian Qiangwei's face suddenly turned ugly. This phenomenon, Jian Wu's body has been severely injured to the point where he can't move on his own.

The level of control, and judging from its appearance, does it seem that there is congestion and accumulation in the throat?

At this point, even a panacea cannot save her.

The anxious Jian Qiangwei looked at the thin figure in front of her, and tears began to flow uncontrollably.

"Sect Master, Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu is dying..."

Jian Qiangwei collapsed instantly, tears were like rain, and the pain in her heart could be imagined.

On the side of the huge pit, Jian Xin looked at Jian Wu, who was like a bloody man. His anger had already been ignited, but as a man who practiced swordsmanship, he had never had the ability to save lives and heal the wounded. Although he tried his best to save Jian Wu at this moment, he was unable to do anything.

Helpless, he turned his gaze to Yan Ling'er and his party on the side of the golden monster.

It was also at this moment that everyone really noticed the several figures that came with Kenshin, two men, two women, and two monsters, what a strange combination.

There is the handsome and scumbag Di Mo, and there is also the market-dressed woman Ye Qingyao;

There are flying monsters that are full of nobility and strength, there are also extremely "weak" blood spirit foxes that have no fluctuations in fire power, and there is also the fleshy, extremely cute little girl Long Ting. For some reason, all of Long Ting's body

Under the cover of the dazzling golden bird, only a few people can see it.

Finally, there was only one slightly normal boy, Yan Linger.

This kind of combination looks noble but is also a businessman. It looks domineering but is also extremely weak. It is a very strange existence no matter what.

On the other hand, Jian Xin's eyes focused on a slightly normal boy. On the side of Xue Wu, Jian Qiangwei also noticed that the latter's immature face looked like an ignorant child with no experience at all.

She was left a little helpless and burst into tears.

Jian Xin's move instantly made Yan Ling'er receive countless gazes, but this did not affect his state of mind at all. After all, compared with thousands of years ago, there were too few such gazes.

From the side of the golden bird, he walked forward slowly and walked to the side of Jianxin. He stared at Jianwu in the huge pit and patted Jianxin on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will save her!" Yan Linger's voice was not loud, but she did not restrain or suppress it.

Many flamers beside the Douqi stage heard Yan Ling'er's words, and their faces were full of incredulity. Although the latter's aura was strong, how could saving people be achieved by relying on the power of flames? In this way, more and more people focused their attention on Yan Ling'er.

Looking at the young man's immature face, his face was full of disdain. For what Jian Xin did, they could only attribute it to the name of Jian Xin's madman.

At this time, several figures passed by and jumped to Jianwu's side. Seeing the latter's body covered in blood, bloody position, rushing straight into the sea of ​​consciousness, a nauseating feeling instantly came from his throat.

"Deputy Sect Master, let him..."

Yan Zhe, who walked to Jian Qiangwei's side, looked at Yan Ling'er's childish face. The suspicion in his words did not shrink at all. After all, his throat was bruised and swollen, but he was not dead. However, if the rescue was not done in time, death would be possible.

Most likely, but if the rescue is timely, it is possible to save him.

What's more, the current sword dance is still bleeding and cannot withstand other hardships.

Jian Qiangwei, who had stopped her tears from flowing, stood up slowly and looked at Yan Ling'er, who had a slightly childish face on one side of Jian Xin. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she was also puzzled.

"metropolitan..."

Jian Qiangwei, who was about to speak, stopped before Kenshin raised one hand.

"The only one who can save Xiao Wu here is Master Yan. There is no other choice!"

A smile appeared on Jian Xin's face. Yan Ling'er is a second-grade flame pattern master with extremely strong mental power, and his own flame power has reached the seventh stage of release. Needless to say, his strength is natural. He has precise mental power control and flame power.

With strong support, only in this way can blood congestion be relieved with extremely precise control.

Therefore, there is no one more suitable than the Flame Pattern Master.

"Can..."

This time, it was Jian Qiangwei who raised her palm to stop her. She and Jian Wu had always trusted Jian Xin's arrangements. This was due to the grace of saving her life, and also due to the feelings deep in her heart.

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"Believe him and let him do it!"