Chapter 361 The Divine Religion Attacks
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After Yang Hua performed this move, his face flushed and his body fell from the air involuntarily. Yi Xifeng was about to jump up to catch it, but was stopped by He Buchi.
"What are you doing? Delaying the beauty of others and saving the hero?" Why not smile and wink.
Ling Ruoxue was seen wearing a white shirt, her sleeves were floating in the air, and she looked like a fairy when she jumped into the air.
Just when her arms were about to touch Yang Hua, something changed suddenly!
A heavy whip swept from the distance and suddenly wrapped around Yang Hua's leg, causing him to change his trajectory in the air and pass Ling Ruoxue.
Seeing that the opponent was about to withdraw his whip, Yang Hua put himself in a disadvantageous situation. He used some of his internal energy to tear the clothes on his calf, and the golden cicada escaped from its shell and landed safely.
"Who!" Ling Ruoxue landed safely on the other side and looked warily towards the direction of the whip.
What concerned her was the opponent's position. According to the direction in which the whip was fired, the opponent should have shot at an altitude of thirty feet. They still need to do a stack jump to climb thirty feet. Could it be that the opponent can already shuttle at the top at will? ?
"Hehehe~~" A heart-stirring laughter came from the top, a pair of jade feet emerged from the darkness, followed by beautiful white legs, and finally a black pleated skirt.
Yi Xifeng was on full alert. He knew that as long as he met a disciple of the divine sect, the other five people would most likely be by her side. And Yang Hua had used the "Ti Feng Sword Technique" twice in one day, so his inner strength must be great. It would be difficult for them to deal with the attack of the cult in a short period of time.
Looking to one side, He Buchi, who was standing next to him, stared intently at the feet dangling in the air with a look of infatuation on his face.
"Soul attack?!" Yi Xifeng's complexion changed drastically. He held his breath and concentrated on guarding the soul, but found that he was not attacked by any soul.
Yi Xifeng was slightly startled, poked He Buzi, and said: "Hello?"
He Buchi still stared at those graceful feet and said with a smile: "Go and play, now is the time to appreciate them!"
Yi Xifeng slapped him hard and shouted: "That's a member of the God's Cult!"
"She is the only one, what are you afraid of? I can fight her for 300 rounds alone!" He Buchi showed an intoxicated face.
Yi Xifeng decisively gave up on saving the hopeless person next to him and turned around to Yang Hua.
At this time, feeling a chill behind him, Yi Xifeng pushed Yang Hua and took a step back in the opposite direction.
There was a loud "Boom" sound, and a pair of giant hands made of stone shattered the place where the two of them were standing. The broken stones flew up and scratched a shallow gash on Yang Hua's face.
After a single blow failed, the tall and thin man walked out of the smoke. Two strangely long stone hands extended from his back, almost dragging them to the ground.
"Good evening, six...four fresh tombstones." The sharp voice echoed in the cave, and the tall and thin man showed a ferocious smile.
"Don't destroy Yue—Zhao Shengyan!" Yang Hua said solemnly.
In fact, when he entered the Tower of Two Realms and saw that the elder of the cult this time was Zhao Pan, Yang Hua already knew that among the disciples of the cult who came this time there must be his only disciple, the so-called indestructible Zhao Shengyan!
At this moment, he stood behind the cave entrance, blocking the four people's escape route.
A long black gold whip hung from a high place to the ground. The mellow woman slid down the whip, and He Buchi's eyes followed it.
"Brother Zhao, leave that man to me for a while. You can do whatever you want with me." She covered her mouth and smiled softly, with an affectionate look on her face. She glanced not far away first, and then focused on Yang Hua who was sitting on the ground. On the body.
"Sun Jiu'er, I didn't expect that you also learned the art of bewitching from the Demon Cult!" Yang Hua did not dare to look up at her, but said coldly.
When he just released the "Ti Feng Sword Jue", he vaguely felt something watching him from the dark, which made him feel hot all over. After "Ti Feng Sword Jue" poured out a lot of internal energy, he suddenly felt his body go soft and fell directly. .
Fortunately, Yang Hua's inner energy was extremely deep and he managed to escape. However, Sun Jiuer refused to let go. His sweet voice still interfered with the recovery of Yang Hua's inner energy: "Yes, I just learned it. Do you like it?"
"Zheng——" Luoxia took out her sheath and let out a burst of sword sound, which hindered the spread of Sun Jiuer's voice.
Ling Ruoxue stood in front of Yang Hua and said in a cold voice: "Lead Yang Hua to break out of the encirclement, and I will take the rear."
Why don't you jump to Ling Ruoxue's side and say confidently: "I am the queen, don't worry, I will take care of her!"
Ling Ruoxue's frosty eyes stared at He Buzi for a moment, seeming to freeze the latter's excited heart instantly.
"If you don't leave, I'll beat you too!"
Yi Xifeng held Ye Jian Hanxing tightly in his hand, and Zhao Shengyan in front of him was approaching step by step, like a moving rock.
The opponent completely ignored his sword thrust, letting the sharp tip of the Night Sword Hanxing Sword pierce Zhao Shengyan's chest.
For a moment, Yi Xifeng felt like he was stabbed on a piece of granite. The tip of the sword collided with the opponent's chest, but sparks were generated, but it failed to hurt him at all...
"Physical refining warrior!" Four words appeared in Yi Xifeng's heart. The disciple of the divine sect in front of him was also a body refining warrior like himself. He could use his body to harden his own sword thrust. His realm should be Po Fengxu. territory!
Body-refining warriors and Qi-refining warriors have different training systems. The PoFengxu realm is equivalent to the chivalrous Xiaocheng state of Qi-refining warriors. The body of a warrior in this realm is extremely tough, as hard to penetrate as granite.
"Little guy, haven't you eaten?" Zhao Shengyan sneered. He slapped Yi Xifeng, but the latter dodged it with a high jump.
"It can't be Po Fengxu Realm." Yi Xifeng murmured in his heart.
Generally speaking, refining the body is much more difficult than refining the Qi. In the early years, Yi Xifeng underwent various cruel trainings before his body could barely reach the level of a Shadow Breaker (equivalent to the Mang realm of Qi refining), and that kind of intensity requires It will take another ten years or so to reach the Broken Wind Void Realm.
"It should be that some secret method was used to strengthen the body's hardness..." Yi Xifeng thought of this and had secretly accumulated strength to prepare for the next move:
"Flying Star Spirit Sword!"
Yi Xifeng, who was in the air, took advantage of the force of his fall and suddenly drew out his sword, stabbing towards Zhao Shengyan's forehead.
The Feixing Lingxi Sword is currently Yi Xifeng's strongest sword in his body-refining state. It can crack the ground and rocks. He hopes to use this move to test the opponent's defense strength.
"Stand still, like a mountain!" Zhao Shengyan shouted, his whole body still in place, his skin quickly hardened like stone. Yi Xifeng stabbed his forehead with all his strength, as if hitting black iron, and his body was hit by a huge reaction in mid-air. The shock bomb flew and hit the stone wall hard.
"It is indeed a secret method to strengthen the body!" Yi Xifeng's mind was spinning rapidly, hoping to find an idea to break the situation.
"No, there are no wounds, and Ye Jian Hanxing's black flames can't invade..." Yi Xifeng gasped slightly and stood up. He looked at Zhao Shengyan in front of him who was motionless at first, and then his skin slowly began to loosen. He looked at Yi Xifeng with his eyes. Wagging his index finger disdainfully.
For a time, the battlefield reached a stalemate.
