The folding fan is suddenly big and small. When it is big, it is like a mountain pressing down on the top, extremely heavy. When it is small, it is like a peerless sword, sharp and incomparable. Any attack at random is too difficult for Liu Wei'an to handle, and he must be prepared with all his strength. This was his first time dealing with such a terrifying weapon. What made him most uneasy was that the folding fan had not yet fully recovered. Once fully recovered, he was afraid that he would be crushed into powder in an instant.
Fortunately, using the folding fan is not without any cost. It looks cool, but in fact it is difficult. It is well concealed, but it cannot be hidden from Liu Wei'an.
"Liu Wei'an, you are actually a talent, what a pity!" Yu Jixin kept urging the folding fan, forcing Liu Wei'an to fight hard. He believes that even if a person is as angry as the sea, he cannot defeat a spiritual weapon.
But Liu Wei'an made him see what it means to be strong and have endless energy. Liu Wei'an had no intention of giving up his strength and holding on. He attacked with all his strength every time, and each punch of the Great Judgment Fist became heavier than the last.
Not only did the folding fan not suppress Liu Wei'an, but it became a whetstone for him to hone the Great Judgment Fist.
"What I said is true. If you are willing to surrender to Yulian Mountain, you can become a disciple who protects the door, or even a protector." Yu Jixin's conditions were not too high. Yulianshan only accepts 3 direct disciples in each generation and 7 guardian disciples, 10 in each generation. Every spot is extremely precious. All direct disciples are recruited by the previous generation of masters who travel around the world. They are rare and rare. Only 7 guardian disciples have a chance to compete. Every time Yulian Mountain recruits guardian disciples, come and try your luck. The genius almost broke his scalp.
The seven guardian disciples are almost one in ten thousand. Although they are not as good as the direct disciples, for other sects, the guardian disciples are more noble than the core disciples.
Not to mention the guardians. Walking in the world, they are the representatives of Yulian Mountain and their status is respected.
"You feel guilty!" Liu Weian's response was only three words.
"Crazy!" Yu Jixin said angrily.
"Spiritual weapons are foreign objects after all!" Liu Wei'an's eyes burst with light, his aura suddenly surged, and he punched out, breaking through the darkness like lightning, extremely fast.
when--
Yu Jixin didn't react at all. The force transmitted from the folding fan, even if it was weakened, still shook his whole body and his breath suddenly dropped a lot.
Liu Wei'an's feet exploded, and his whole body was shot towards Yu Jixin like a cannonball. But when he was halfway through the rush, he suddenly changed direction and rushed into the sky. This sudden reversal of direction made him almost vomit blood, and his face changed. It took several times to suppress the turbid breath. There was a sword mark on his body, from his left shoulder to his right leg. If he had hesitated for a moment just now, it would have been cut in two now.
"Senior is good at swordsmanship!" Liu Wei'an looked at the middle-aged woman whose face was as white as paper, with no trace of anger on her face. He didn't blame others for the sneak attack, he only blamed himself for being careless. Knowing that those who come are enemies, those who stay will not simply watch the fun, and they deserve to be killed if they are not prepared.
It is a very foolish thing to hate your enemies.
The middle-aged woman looked indifferent. There was no sword on her body, and she couldn't even see any sword-related weapons. If Liu Wei'an hadn't been acutely aware, he wouldn't have been sure that the terrifying sword was made by her.
"Senior has great swordsmanship!"
The same sentence, spoken by Liu Wei'an, was sarcastic, but spoken by Yu Jixin, it was praised. He slowly pulled out the sword from his waist. Yulianshan's swordsmanship was superb.
As the blood-red sword was slowly drawn out, a terrifying aura was like a wild beast rushing out of the deep sea. The dark void was distorted, as if it was afraid of something.
"When you decide to join forces with others, the seed of invincibility in your heart has been broken." Liu
Wei An turned a blind eye to the terrible storm and looked regretful.
"It seems that you have a big misunderstanding of the definition of a winner. The winner is the one who stands at the end, not the one who kills the most opponents." Yu Jixin smiled slightly, not caring at all about Liu Wei'an's offensive words. .
"I'm so naive that I even thought of trying to reason with you." Within a few words of Liu Wei'an, the sword marks on his body had shrunk to the point where they stopped bleeding. Although they hadn't healed yet, his actions were no longer loving. At this time, the momentum of Yu Jixin's bloody sword also reached its peak.
There are no unnecessary words. Both of them are people with stone-like minds. Words are useless. Only strength can determine the outcome. Yu Jixin is worthy of being the heir carefully cultivated by Yulian Mountain. At the same time, he wields a bloody long sword and a folding fan that are no less than the red furnace, and beats Liu Wei'an into danger.
Liu Wei'an's feet were like nails on the ground, not taking a step back. No matter how dangerous the moment was, he punched him. His fist had cracked, exposing the bones. He seemed to have no feeling.
when--
when--
when--
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The bloody sword was extremely sharp, and his fist could barely block it, but the folding fan could not. The folding fan was a spiritual weapon, and the force of the shock was extremely terrifying. If you were an ordinary person, the force of the shock would break your internal organs and cause death. Death. Liu Wei'an gritted his teeth and persisted, constantly analyzing the secrets of the Great Judgment Fist in order to withstand the terrifying counterattack of the folding fan.
Yu Jixin also insists that the world is balanced. The greater the power, the greater the price. The sweat is dripping down, and the cool and unrestrained flow has long been discarded.
"Carp out of the water!" Yu Jixin suddenly shouted, and the blood-red sword turned into a carp and broke through the water. This is a very strange phenomenon. There is obviously no water, but it gives people the feeling of a fish emerging from the water.
"Soul Soul!" Liu Wei'an's heart skipped a beat, and he felt extremely dangerous. The bloody sword was clearly in his eyes, but it felt like it was out of sight.
The ancient and mysterious power spread, and the moment the long sword paused, he finally caught that point, and blasted out the Great Judgment Fist.
"Go!"
boom--
The moment her fist collided with the tip of the sword, the middle-aged woman took action, and a ray of sword light cut through the void, reaching the extreme speed. Although Liu Wei'an had been paying attention to her, when he saw the sword light, he was still too late. He reluctantly twisted his body and avoided the vital point. There was already a blood mark on his neck, and the main artery was cut in half. Even if he exercised his power, the blood was still there. It sprayed out and dyed half of my shoulders red.
After landing, he took five or six steps back.
"Transform into a dragon!" Although Yu Jixin is a disciple of the righteous path, he has no idea of being dishonorable by taking advantage of others' danger. Instead, he is like a street gangster who takes advantage of your illness to kill you.
The bloody sword evolved from carp to python. As it evolved, a destructive force blasted towards Liu Wei'an. At the same time, the folding fan turned into a mountain and fell heavily. The earth could not bear the force and sank inch by inch.
Liu Wei'an glanced at the middle-aged woman, his eyes were very cold. The middle-aged woman still had the same indifferent look, her eyes were empty, she didn't look at anyone, she felt like she was here but her heart was somewhere else.
Still no sword in hand.
Liu Wei'an turned his attention to Yu Jixin. Darkness began to appear on the surface of his body. It was not the darkness of black mist, but the darkness of night. It was as black as ink, and the light seemed to be corroded.
"Soul-Calling Talisman!"
"Great Judgment Fist!"
The moment when the giant python comes, it is also the mountain
The moment it fell above his head, it was also the moment when darkness completely enveloped Liu Wei'an. At this moment, Liu Wei'an took action.
The fist wind was like thunder, resounding throughout the fields.
Boom——
The mountains regained their folding fans, shot up into the sky, and disappeared into the night. The giant python was shattered into pieces and restored to its original form. The light of the bloody sword dimmed, as if it had faded by half.
Yuji Xin stepped back three steps in a row, his arms spasming and shaking uncontrollably.
Liu Wei'an didn't feel better either. There was no flesh and blood left in his right fist. There were only white bones left in the area other than the wrist. There was another sword mark on his body. This time it was near the heart, overlapping with the place where the heart-asking finger had poked before. But this time, Liu Wei'an was unable to contract his muscles, and his blood flowed rapidly, and the red color on his chest expanded rapidly.
"Liu Wei'an, you are proud to be able to make me retreat." Yu Jixin took a deep breath, and his fluctuating breath returned to calm. He closed his fingers and the bloody long sword that fell on the ground automatically returned to his hand. The dim sword body once again bloomed with bright blood-colored light.
Snapped!
Tens of meters away, a middle-aged woman who had been standing still fell straight down, like a piece of wood without a soul.
"What kind of technique are you doing?" Yu Jixin's scalp felt numb. The middle-aged woman's face was pale and she looked like a dead person, but that was just an image, not a dead person. Now the word 'like' can be removed and she became a real dead person.
"I'm proud to have left three sword marks on my body." Liu Wei'an said.
"I know!" A chill came from Yu Jixin's back. He thought of the moment when they had just fought, when his soul was attacked. Fortunately, the treasures given by his master were actively defended and prevented him from being harmed. However, it had an impact after all. Otherwise, Liu Wei'an would not have been able to last so long under his command. time.
But because of the treasure, he ignored the terrifying nature of this attack method. Now that he saw the middle-aged woman being killed in an instant, he suddenly heard that he had accidentally escaped a fatal disaster.
The middle-aged woman should be an elder-level figure with a high position of authority, but after all, she is not a direct disciple, so it is impossible to have the treasures passed down by her master. But after all, he was a master of the older generation, and he died without any resistance. He was frightened for a while, and his eyes changed when he looked at Liu Wei'an.
"Let's see who else can help you!" The murderous intent in Liu Wei'an's eyes was not concealed at all. He thought that middle-aged women also had treasures to protect their bodies like Yu Jixin, so he endured and did not resort to the "Nirvana of Nirvana" until the last moment. Sword', the most careless moment for middle-aged women. Now that I think about it, this kind of soul-protecting protection is very rare, and not only the masters of the hidden sect have one.
The death of the middle-aged woman greatly increased his confidence.
Yu Jixin showed a smile and glanced around. There were two other people, two soldiers in military uniforms who had never taken a stand. The fact that two people can withstand the aura of their battle is enough to prove their strength.
"It's just a corpse!" Liu Wei'an's eyes showed disdain, his right fist burst out with light, and there was a faint sound of thunder.
"Liu Wei'an, see you next time!" Yu Jixin's expression changed and he turned into a beam of light and shot into the darkness.
"Your sword is good, keep it as a souvenir!" Liu Wei'an did not chase, but he had a huge bow in his hand.
"The sword is indeed good, but it has nothing to do with you -" Before Yu Jixin could say the word 'fate', he screamed, a red light fell to the ground, and he accelerated and disappeared in an instant. Almost at the same time, flames erupted from the feet of the two soldiers, turning into two beams of light and leaving, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Liu Wei'an narrowed his eyes and slowly lowered his giant bow.
