After a long time, the thin figure's eyes suddenly became solemn, and then he said: "The fight is about to start!" The strong man also looked up at the sky at this moment, looking at the kite with the formation light constantly flowing high in the sky, but very quickly But he lowered his head and continued to eat melon seeds.
...In Yuanzhong, Yiran's energy surged, and he faced the three mid-term kings alone without any fear. The strong sword energy flowed around him, protecting his and Mo Xiangyi's bodies. Opposite Wu Sifang and the two kings were as cold as knives, and the same cold sword energy circulated on their bodies.
"Kill!" Wu Sifang shouted angrily, and the two old men rushed out instantly. The terrifying aura belonging to the king instantly crushed everything in the gambling house to dust, leaving only Yiran and Mo Xiangyi standing there alone.
"Kill!" The two old men roared at the same time, and then stretched out their two skinny arms, trying to cut through Jian Gang's protection and grab Yiran.
The cold breath rushed towards Yiran's face, and the powerful power directly blocked all Yiran's movements.
Seeing that the two men's hook-like hands were about to grab Yiran's face, Yiran just took half a step back and lightly shook the Peach Blossom Sword.
"Peach Blossom Sword Formation!" Yiran shouted, and the Peach Blossom Sword split out to form a sword formation, protecting Yi Ran and Mo Xiangyi in it, blocking the two old men's blows.
"Dong dong!" A heavy sound sounded, like a magic hammer striking a fairy bell, making the whole kite vibrate.
The two old men who took action had their pupils shrunken and retreated quietly using the force of the counterattack.
"Using Jian Gang to construct a formation, I didn't expect you to have such a method."
"It's just that, are you the only one planning to hide within the formation?" Wu Sifang's eyes were playful, and his words were full of ridicule.
But the two old men still didn't say a word, staring at Yiran as if trying to find the weakness of the formation.
"Really? Do you really think you can defeat me?" Yiran also had a sarcastic smile on his face.
"Do you think I will be like your son who has the appearance of an emperor? When I open my mouth, I will tell you what kind of cultivation I have?"
"Do you think that just because I said that I have reached the mid-level king level, I am really a mid-level king?" As soon as Yiran said this, Wu Sifang felt like he was sweating.
The other party is just a young man in his twenties. Even if he has the talent, he should not have such a terrifying cultivation speed.
Kanshu La, this is the cultivation level of the king level, not just cabbage on the roadside. Even in most cities in the empire, the monks who have just entered the king level are already at the peak of their combat power.
And the guy in front of me already has the cultivation level of the middle spiritual level!
"Don't try to bluff people. You really have a cultivation level beyond the mid-level king level. Why do you have to hide in the sword formation!" Wu Sifang shouted, but there was an uneasy look in his eyes.
Yiran's eyes shone like lightning, and the sword techniques in his hands changed. The Peach Blossom Sword Formation immediately shrank to half a foot square, only protecting Mo Xiangyi.
At this moment, Wu Sifang laughed ferociously again.
"Young people just can't keep their composure, and they can easily get carried away with just a few words!" As he said that, he and the two old men came to attack Yiran.
Wu Sifang held a dagger no more than a foot long in his hand, and his figure flashed like a ghost at a frightening speed. He obviously shot after the two old men, but he arrived before them.
The dark dagger stabbed Yiran, who didn't even have a sword in his hand, with a black light that swallowed up all light. The two old men also brought up the sinister wind that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hells, and hammered Yiran's head with both fists.
But facing such a fatal situation, Yiran remained motionless and continued to press the seals with both hands.
"Five thunders are right!" The extremely terrifying power of thunder, centered on Yiran, rolled toward the three of them like a frenzy.
This is not when Tiandang Lake, Yiran casually typed
"Five thunders rectify the heart", but condenses the power of Yiran's peak, which is enough to crush the king's thunder power!
"Crack, bang, bang!" The black light and thunder intertwined together, like a painting painted with ink, the silver and black lights kept blending and repelling.
Wu Sifang roared and wanted to stab forward, not believing that Yiran could still defeat the three of them while being distracted.
The fists of the two skinny old men also hit Yiran's head at this time, hitting the thunder. The fierce fists seemed to have the intention of destroying everything and could easily wipe out the vitality of all things.
But when it collided with Thunder, it seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and could no longer show its unparalleled killing power.
"Bang bang bang, boom!" The thunder exploded completely. Yiran was slightly pushed back three steps by the force of the counterattack, but Wu Sifang and the two old men retreated a full twenty feet and almost reached Yuan's side. The other side.
The three incomparable terrifying powers of thunder, black light, and fist were constantly surging in the kite for a long time. Even the kite, which was made of extremely strong materials and engraved with extremely powerful formations, was shaking violently at this moment.
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"They seemed to be fighting fiercely. I don't know what the situation was."
"The formation has isolated the detection of mental power. I don't know the specific situation. Anyway, I think that kid Yiran is very slippery. Since he can publicly say that his cultivation is at the middle stage of the king level, I conservatively estimate that he He must have the combat power of a late king level."
"So strong? Hasn't he already surpassed us!" Song Tianpeng pinched a melon seed and put it into his mouth. He didn't seem to care and said vaguely: "It depends on the speed of his cultivation and his ability to cause trouble. What will happen in the future?" The achievements will surely surpass ours.”
"However, this speed is indeed a bit fast, which makes us embarrassed!" Zheng Wuhan smiled and took two more melon seeds and said: "That guy is indeed much stronger than us. When he was at the spiritual level, he was Dare to be a king, such a person can survive from desperate situations again and again, it is really not surprising to have such a speed of cultivation."
"Moreover, this world seems to have begun to undergo inexplicable changes." Hearing this, Song Tianpeng actually put away the melon seeds, and his face became serious: "So we can't be lazy anymore. When troubled times come, only strong cultivation can It is the capital of a stable life. Whether it is to protect ourselves or to protect the sect, we all need to have strong cultivation." Zheng Wu nodded, and then continued to look at the kite that kept vibrating in the sky in silence.
...Wu Sifang, who was already feeling uneasy, now his face was as dark as water. He was very aware of the gap between swordsmen with swords and those without swords, but Yiran defused the killing blows of the three of them without even holding the sword, which already made him feel invincible.
But now that the matter has come to this, they have no other choice but to fight to the death.
"Form up!" Wu Sifang shouted angrily, and the two skinny old men immediately moved and stood at a specific position.
"Get up!" The three of them used secret techniques at the same time to connect their inner energy and aura together, and they became one, indistinguishable from each other!
At this time, Yiran's expression also became solemn, and a peach blossom sword appeared from the sword formation and landed in his palm. With the sword in his hand, Yiran's aura immediately became stronger.
"The Demon-Suppressing Sword Technique of the Demon-Suppressing Peak?" Yiran looked at the huge ghostly figure condensed behind the three of them, and pondered with some uncertainty.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, the demon-suppressing sword technique doesn't matter. It's just a few sword techniques evolved from the demon-transforming formula!"
"But what we are performing is a powerful technique passed down from ancient times!"
"It is necessary for three people to work together to condense the inner energy into an existence called true energy, in order to display powerful offensive martial arts!" Wu Sifang felt that the three people's combined efforts finally broke into the powerful combat power of the late king level, and the ghost shadow behind him passed down the force. The overwhelming cold air came out, and he showed a ferocious smile again.
"Tremble under the power of the Ghost King!" Yiran looked surprised. This was the first time he heard the word "zhenqi" from other people, and that
The "Demon Transformation Technique" indeed has a mysterious power that ordinary martial arts does not have. After all, even the deduced demon-suppressing sword technique can condense a ghost with sanity.
It definitely goes beyond the scope of ordinary martial arts! Yiran knew very well that Su Changan was the only one who had such skills before him, and it was only when he found that his personal power could not cope with all the saints that he thought about passing down his skills to teach more people. people.
However, with Su Changan's death and self-proclaimed Tianchi Secret Realm, Yiran felt that his skills should not have been passed down, otherwise the practice system would have definitely changed in the past ten thousand years.
Yiran had always thought so in the past, but it was not until this moment that Yiran had another guess in his mind.
It’s not that those techniques have not been spread, but they are in the hands of a few people. They are not willing to let that powerful technique spread, because only by mastering that powerful power can they transcend the world and have a supreme status.
"The Luotian Sect has been able to stand tall in the East Continent for thousands of years, and it is probably because there are strong people in the Luotian Sect who have practiced such techniques. However, this ghostly technique should not be that of Su Chang'an. It must have been tinkered with!" Yiran sighed secretly, not feeling uneasy at all because Wu Sifang had become stronger, but rather because the other party's words inferred a lot of history that had been lost in the long river of time.
Seeing the change in Yiran's eyes, Wu Sifang felt angry and directly controlled the ghost behind him to shoot towards Yiran.
"The Wrath of the Dead Souls!" The ghostly figure's palm instantly grew in size, as if it could cover the sky and the sun, and struck Yiran with thunderous force.
Yiran was not afraid at all, and the blade on the Peach Blossom Sword was swaying, bringing up a green rainbow and piercing the ghost's sharp claws.
"Boom..." The ghost hand exploded, Wu Sifang and the other two people all retreated and vomited out large mouthfuls of blood. However, Yiran did not achieve full success this time, and while retreating, a little blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Under their feet, the floor was made of unknown materials and was extremely solid. Even under the protection of the formation, countless cracks were found due to stepping on it.
"This is not a bad move!"
"Boy, you're about to die!" Yiran and Wu Sifang said almost simultaneously after stopping.
