"Ting Xue..." Lin Jian looked back and saw a fist thrust directly into his forehead.
Ding!
The sharp arrow was nailed on the fist light, and there was a harsh sound, but soon, the fist light was so brilliant that it instantly swallowed up the sharp arrow shot by Yao Xinhen.
"Be careful, this person definitely has the eighth level of mountain climbing realm..." Yao Xinhen shouted hurriedly and flew to Lin Jian with a look of resentment on his face.
"Hey, life is hard. I just blocked Yang Ning's gun, and now it's my turn to block your punch. Did I owe you in my previous life?" Yao Xinhen said, and a halo gradually lit up on his body, layer by layer. , protecting himself and Lin Jian.
"Purple Dome Divine Slash!" The despicableness of the strong man from the Shan family completely angered Xuanyuan Tingxue. This was the first time Xuanyuan Tingxue used the inherited sword skill of the Purple Dome Divine Sword.
In an instant, a sword flower spread out in front of Lin Jian and Yao Xinhen, like a red cloud rising, but with a thousand layers of whirlwind, like a bright sun rising. It looked beautiful, but contained endless murderous intent.
Xuanyuan Tingxue can become the swordsman of Dao Sword Sect. There is no doubt about his strength and talent. He is undoubtedly the leader of the younger generation. Coupled with the sharpness of the Purple Vault Divine Sword, the power of this sword has surpassed Xuanyuan Tingxue in an instant. At the limit of snow, even a strong person at the seventh level of mountaineering realm would probably suffer from hatred.
But as Yao Xinhen said, the person who attacked was at the eighth level of cultivation. Even if Xuanyuan Tingxue had shown terrifying strength, it would be difficult to overcome the suppression of his strength.
Rumble…
The Jianhua was shattered, and the trajectory of the Purple Sky Divine Sword became slower and slower, and was gradually forced to stop by the fist light.
Buzz…
The Divine Sword buzzed, and finally the Divine Sword's body was revealed under the constant approach of the fist light.
Set against the red clouds, it is more like a ray of light from the rising red sun in the sky.
"Xiao Linzi, defend quickly..." Xuanyuan turned pale when he heard Xue Jiao shout.
"confused……"
Even though Xuanyuan Tingxue had already shown super strength, it was difficult to completely reduce the power of this punch.
Buzzing…
There was an unwilling hum from the divine sword, but the force of the fist light and the overwhelming sense of oppression forced Xuanyuan Tingxue's figure to retreat little by little.
"Tingxue..." Lin Jian roared. Although he and Xuanyuan Tingxue usually fight and fight, they both know in their hearts that they have each other in their hearts. It's just because there is Shang Shanrou in the middle. , Lin Jian felt sorry for Xuanyuan Tingxue, and Xuanyuan Tingxue couldn't let go of sharing his man with another woman.
The heavy sword strikes out, carrying a huge amount of power.
Lin Jian was very angry. He took a step forward and broke away from Yao Xinhen's defense.
"Be careful..." Yao Xinhen warned, but the defensive spiritual power under his hand did not stop, and was still being superimposed layer by layer.
Lin Jian's figure was very fast and he stabbed straight with his sword.
Buzz!
A low buzzing sound spread, and although the giant heavy sword had already rushed forward with great force, the shocking feeling of the fist light still made Lin Jian feel the terrifying power of the fist light.
Lin Jianrao, the descendant of Geshu, the Earth Sword Saint, felt a little powerless at this moment.
But he can't retreat, because behind him is his lover, and his friends and brothers.
"One sword for eternity!" Lin Jian roared, and all the spiritual power in his body was transferred to the sword.
Rumble…
Sparks spattered, and there was constant friction between the epee and the fist light.
But it's still hard to shake.
Lin Jian and Xuanyuan Tingxue cannot shake the cultivation of the eighth level.
However, the erosion of the sword through the ages has finally had its effect. The fist force of the fist has a sense of weakening, but the secret between the fist positions is still oppressing Lin Jian's epee.
"Tingxue, retreat!" Lin Jian gritted his teeth, not wanting to see Xuanyuan Tingxue injured.
"Retreat?" A voice came, and a figure appeared in the fist light. He was wearing a black gown. There was a majesty in his face, as if it was like the blazing sun. Against the background of the fist light, it made people unable to Look directly.
"Despicable!" Yao Xinhen cursed and struggled to move forward, but Yao Xinhen's figure, protected by layers of protection, gradually became blurred.
"Xiao Linzi, I owed you in my previous life..." Yao Xinhen felt that his life was too bitter. As the crown prince of Yaozhou, he ran out of Yaozhou just because of an impulse in his heart, and then there was no turning back. Not only I have been tortured by the Taoist for nearly ten years, and not long ago, I almost died. Now I have to show my generosity for my friends.
"Old guy, look at my sharp arrows..." Yao Xinhen didn't give Lin Jian a chance to speak. The figure that was originally struggling to move forward turned into a sharp arrow at the end of his sentence.
The power of runes circulated around Yao Xinhen's figure. This was Yao Xinhen's strongest rune, transformed into a rune with his body.
Use your own body to shoot an arrow through the enemy.
"Fu Dao?" The strong man from the Shan family in the fist light was also a little shocked, but soon, the strong man from the Shan family stabilized his mentality.
"In the face of absolute strength, even the Fu Dao sickle is average."
"Die!" The strong man from the Shan family roared, and the figure in the fist light moved.
The fist light was like a mountain, bursting out with bright brilliance. With one punch, it was as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling. It actually forced the figures of Lin Jian and Xuanyuan Tingxue down from the sky.
"Old dog, look at the arrow!" Yao Xinhen's figure completely disappeared into his own defensive shield. A sharp arrow emitting incandescent light took shape and shot straight towards the figure wrapped in the fist light.
Sudden...
In the sky, there were constant sounds of breaking through the sky.
Like a meteor, it left a dark void in the sky.
"Yao Xinhen..." Lin Jian shouted, but at this moment, Yao Xinhen had no possibility of turning back.
"Lin Jian, hold on!" Yao Xinhen's figure came from among the sharp arrows.
Huhu...
The sharp arrow jumped over the figures of Lin Jian and Xuanyuan Tingxue, jumped over the cover of the fist light, and went straight to the figure in the fist light.
"You..." Xuanyuan Tingxue just shouted the word "you" and vomited blood.
Rumble…
The fist light forced Lin Jian and Xuanyuan Tingxue to the edge of the air-locking formation, and a roaring sound was heard.
The speed of the sharp arrow formed by Yao Xinhen was obviously beyond the imagination of the strong man from the Shan family. The sharp arrow that was flying just now arrived in front of the strong man from the Shan family in an instant.
"You..." Before the strong man from the Shan family could speak, he was shocked by the sword light coming from him.
Sizzling...
The sharp arrow seemed to be indestructible, and it penetrated the light that enveloped the strong man of the Shan family in an instant.
"Stop!" The strong man from the Shan family roared, grabbing the incoming sharp arrow with his left hand as fast as he could.
Sudden!
If it was just a simple extremely fast arrow, perhaps this scratch could indeed directly smash the arrow that Yao Xinhen turned into an arrow, but it is a pity that the strong men of the Shan family underestimated Yao Xinhen's terrifying move after all. hit.
Because it is wrapped in light and shadow, the strong men of the Shan family cannot detect the trajectory of the sharp arrows.
The moment he took possession of it, the master of the Shan family felt a hint of terrifying devouring power.
No, it's not devouring, but a terrifying strangulation force.
Hiss...
The strong man from the Shan family only felt that his left hand seemed to have entered a vortex, a vortex that could swallow his palm, and a vortex that could crush his body.
"ah……"
In just a moment, the strong man of the Shan family screamed in pain.
The strong man from the Shan family subconsciously withdrew his left hand, but it had become bloody and bloody.
"How could you?" The strong man from the Shan family was frightened. He waved his right hand subconsciously, and his fist light instantly moved towards Yao Xinhen's sharp arrows.
The pressure on Lin Jian and Xuanyuan Tingxue under the fist light instantly doubled.
"Old guy, die!" Lin Jian rushed up immediately.
Accompanied by Zi Qiong, the two figures used giant heavy swords as cover, wiping their fists, struck horizontally, and went straight towards the figure of the strong man from the Shan family.
"Ah..." Yao Xinhen's scream came from the sharp arrow, but the sharp arrow seemed to be shooting continuously with light and shadow.
Although Yao Xinhen's sharp arrow carries the power of destruction, in the face of absolute strength, it is still difficult to achieve real resistance.
Just a sweeping punch caused Yao Xinhen's sharp arrow to change the original direction of the shot. It was only two feet away from the body of the powerful Shan family, but it was successful, but two feet away. It became an insurmountable gap.
"F*ck!" Yao Xinhen uttered in dialect, feeling like he was being pushed sideways by a terrifying force.
In Yao Xinhen's eyes, the strong men of the Shan family were getting further and further away from Yao Xinhen.
"die!"
The strong man from the Shan family was completely angry. Three beings who were like ants in his eyes actually hurt him. Not only that, he felt the threat from the sharp arrows formed by Yao Xinhen. If it weren't for his rich experience, , I am afraid that it has become a corpse at this moment.
The fist light shrank, and while it continued to distance itself from Yao Xinhen, the direction of the fist light's attack was also towards Yao Xinhen.
"Yao Xinhen, be careful!" Lin Jian warned. The giant heavy sword was swung, and terrifying sounds of breaking through the air continued to be heard in the surrounding air.
"One sword for eternity!" Lin Jian roared again, and the erosion of time stirred up the wind and clouds, as if a hurricane was coming.
But at this moment, there was only one thought in the eyes of the powerful Shan family, that is, Yao Xinhen must be killed, because this was the presence that made him feel dangerous.
In fact, this strong man from the Shan family has a better choice, which is to avoid the battle, but he will not do that, because if these three people are allowed to go, more strong men from the Shan family will die among the three. Because he had to drag the three of them down and kill them.
The contraction of the fist light soon reached the same level as the light and shadow transformed by Yao Xinhen.
"Die!" The strong man from the Shan family roared, aimed his fist at the sharp arrow, and punched it down.
The originally shrunken fist light instantly enlarged and turned into a giant mountain-like existence again, hitting Yao Xinhen.
"Fuck!"
"Ah..." Yao Xinhen's scream came again.
…
"Brother Ning, they..." Huan Ling was not only guarding the formation, but also observing the air-locking formation. He saw the screams coming from Yao Xinhen at this moment, and hurriedly woke up Yang Ning.
Through the fluctuations of the air-locking formation, Yang Ning quickly saw the situation of Lin Jian and the others.
"That guy has rough skin and thick flesh, so it doesn't matter!" Yang Ning will never forget the faint golden light that Yao Xinhen bullied. Although it is very light, it can be seen that Er Xuanzi's full blow cannot complete the damage. The power is terrifying.
"Then do we want to support brother Lin Jian?" Huan Ling asked.
"No, this is someone else's family matter, we can't get involved." Yang Ning saw that Lin Jian and Xuanyuan Tingxue were cooperating well, but they couldn't destroy their cooperation.
At this moment, Huan Ling's expression suddenly changed.
"Brother Ning, there!" Huan Ling suddenly pointed to the south.
"Is there anyone?" Yang Ning asked subconsciously.
"One!" Huan Ling had already given the exact number.
"Let's go!" Yang Ning took Huan Ling and headed straight to the south pointed by Huan Ling, quickly galloping within ten miles.
"Is it you?" Yang Ning saw the figure and recognized the person.
"Unexpectedly, we meet again." The visitor was very calm. It was Sanxuanzi who Yang Ning had met at the sword burial place.
"I said how could it be that your Erxuanzi was guarding Anxu Yunjin? It turns out you are here." Yang Ning had to admit that no one who could become the Xuanzi of Hongchenxuan was an ordinary person, and these three Xuanxuan Zi couldn't bear it until now, and then he decided to take action.
But Sanxuanzi looked at Huanling and said: "Second brother seems to be at a disadvantage. I didn't expect that there is a person with perfect consciousness next to you, which is surprising." A spear stood on his body. From the side, it looks very ordinary.
But Yang Ning will not look down on San Xuanzi. Just this kind of endurance is no longer something ordinary people can achieve, especially at this moment, San Xuanzi looks ordinary. It is obvious that since the last sword burial, After encountering the land, Sanxuanzi's sense of the world of mortals improved again, and he was even able to feel like he was in the world of mortals at this moment.
"It's useless to talk more. There is only hatred between me and Hongchenxuan." When he thought of Hongchenxuan, Yang Ning couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
"Hatred?" Sanxuanzi's voice was calm, and he continued: "Hate will only make people get lost, and hatred will only make people lose their judgment."
"Hmph!" Yang Ning already had the sword in his hand.
