The quiet night is dark, with floating light and mist.
The bright moon is half hidden, and the man in a green shirt is holding a fan.
Mu Mai stepped forward from the sky, her body filled with clear light. The mountains and rivers ink on the fan rippled, as if they had turned into real objects.
Thousands of miles long stream of water comes up from the sky, and the mountains are falling to the ground.
Sensing this eight-level magic power that was not weaker than his own, Xue Xi's expression suddenly changed and became quite ugly.
The Bagua diagram on the white silk square handkerchief that was thrown earlier was caught by the sharp blade of the wind and was almost cut apart, but the pattern gradually dimmed.
Xue Xi's eyes flashed with real pain, and she hurriedly made secrets to take back the treasure.
It must not be damaged, otherwise it will cost a lot of fairy crystals to repair it!
A fairy crystal stumps a heroic man.
The white silk square handkerchief was originally as stable and heavy as a stone under the blessing of his magic power, but now it showed a softer side under the use of magic skills. It fell and rose with the wind, followed the trend, and returned to his hand.
But Xu Xun finally let out a sigh of relief, but he coughed out dirty blood, looking embarrassed.
Song Qingge flew up in the air and asked hurriedly: "Is Fellow Daoist Xu okay?"
Xu Xun's face was dark, and he nodded reluctantly. He took out a round pill from the mustard seed storage and swallowed it. The effect was immediate and his breath became much more relaxed.
Pei Xihe arrived shortly afterwards, but he didn't pay much attention to Xu Xun's injuries. He looked at the two eight-level immortals in Tianji performing their methods, his eyes full of excitement.
The main reason why she was able to kill Ao Jiuze, who was also in the Eighth Immortal Realm and even ranked higher on the Immortal List, was that she had the right time, place, people, absolute suppression of the demon god's bloodline and the 'True Dragon Holding Pearl' 'The trap made her take advantage of everything.
Pei Xihe knew this well and would not become arrogant because of it.
Now Mu Mayi and the poor male cultivator are each performing Taoist techniques, which is extremely exciting, and it will be helpful to watch from the sidelines.
Xu Xun also saw Pei Xihe coming up here, but saw that he had already advanced to the third realm. At this moment, he was only focusing on the battle situation, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.
Song Qingge only offered words of comfort. Xu Xun could not die, and it seemed that his foundation would not be damaged. He felt relieved, and then looked at the battle situation, his eyes flashing brilliantly.
Senior Sister Mu shows off her power!
Higher up in the sky, I saw Xue Xi with a cold face, urging him to use the magic formula, with the Eight Diagrams floating behind him.
He looked down and saw the gurgling river, which was a perfect location, so he shouted.
"The hurdle is water."
There was a mysterious and deep fluctuation coming from the hexagram, and instantly the river water poured in, suddenly transformed into a dragon shape, flew into the sky, and killed Mu Mayi directly.
Pei Xihe looked at it from a distance and noticed the mysterious fluctuation, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
Bagua is derived from the Four Symbols, Liang Yi, and Tai Chi.
The eight trigrams are combined into sixty-four hexagrams, which can symbolize all kinds of things in the world, can communicate the virtues of gods, and resemble the emotions of all things. The power contained in them is by no means trivial.
At this moment, Muma Yi also realized the difficulty of the cultivator in front of her, and wondered how Xu Xun provoked this person?
But she just sighed in her heart. She had some understanding of him, and it was impossible for Xu Xun to do anything treacherous. In that case, she would beat him first and then talk about it.
She raised her lips and waved her fan, her blue shirt fluttering in the wind.
Rendered with ink and wash, a real dragon jumped out of the virtual mountains and rivers, and collided directly with the water dragon.
Ao Huahua exclaimed with admiration in the Huandian Pearl.
"Good guy, this little girl must have found some fragments of my remains and acquired some incomplete magical powers. But she has integrated into her own Taoism and has considerable power."
Pei Xihe looked far into the distance and saw that the ink-wash dragon was even more intelligent than Xue Xi's water dragon. It looked like a living creature, with a long tail and sharp claws, and roared with its mouth open, giving it the upper hand.
At this time, she turned her head and asked.
"I wonder how Fellow Daoist Xu provoked this Eighth Realm monk. Is it because he was competing for treasures?"
Those who can enter this place are all proud men with outstanding qualifications and extraordinary combat power in their respective forces. Xu Xun Sixth Realm has not yet entered the late stage of the Celestial Immortal. When encountering such late stage Celestial Immortal, cultivators of the Eighth Realm should think carefully and be careful in their actions. .
The result was such a mess. If the three of them hadn't happened to come to help, the end would not have been pretty.
After hearing Pei Xihe's inquiry, Song Qingge kept his eyes on the battle situation, but quietly pricked up his ears. It was obvious that both parties did not want to miss the excitement.
There was a little annoyance on Xu Xun's face, and she pursed her lips. She wanted to scold her, but she thought about the help and suppressed her anger.
He said in a low voice: "There was some conflict, so he hid his cultivation and became a five-level immortal."
"This man fought for a Dragon Blood Spirit Flower. I also fought for it, but he chased me. He said he wanted to plunder all the fairy crystals from me."
Pei Xihe rolled his eyes and wondered, could this poor male cultivator be fishing for law enforcement?
The spiritual creatures in this world have no owners, so if they insist on choosing an owner, they are like Ao Huahua in the Huandi Pearl.
If a person defeated his opponents and took the treasure into his bag, but someone else tried to take it from him, he would definitely feel resentful and resentful. But in fact, didn’t he also take the treasure by defeating the person who was trying to steal it?
Therefore, there is no way to say the word "fight".
It doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong, it's all about chance, everyone depends on their ability, this immortal path is a long-distance struggle all the way.
And because of the way he practiced, this male cultivator was short of money. Just like a bag with a big hole in the bottom, no matter how he put it inside, he would pass away due to various unspeakable reasons.
Unable to retain wealth, this male cultivator became so cunning that he fished for law enforcement and hid his cultivation. If you come to rob me of my spiritual flower, I will rob you of your immortal crystal elixir.
When you get it, use it quickly, and you will be happy for several days.
It's a pity that Xu Xun became a fish that bit the hook and was almost robbed of everything by this poor male cultivator. I guess he also wanted to understand this, so he felt aggrieved.
At this moment, the three of them looked at the battle situation in the sky together. Song Qingge clicked his tongue twice and saw that Mu Mai had the upper hand. He was holding his life treasure fan, making wind and clouds, and ink turning mountains and rivers. It was obvious that he was about to win.
"It seems that Senior Sister Mu is about to win."
"He is worthy of being a talented person who can stand up to fellow Taoist Wenren."
Taixue does not rank bachelors, but there are recognized top three positions among the "Heaven" disciples.
The first two are both veterans of the Nine Realms of Celestials, and their ranking on the Celestial Ranking is even higher than that of Wen Renyu. They are over three thousand years old, and are looking for opportunities to light up the great path.
Song Qingge compared Wen Renyu with him, and this statement was undoubtedly a great affirmation of Mu Mayi.
Suddenly, an old man in black robe stepped forward. It was Shuo Li. He spoke suddenly and silently, making Song Qingge tremble all over.
"That's not necessarily the case."
Pei Xihe stared at the battle situation with his golden eyes, knowing in his heart that these words were true.
The expressions of Song Qingge and Xu Xun also changed greatly, because they were both sword cultivators, and their natal swords were unparalleled swords, but at this moment they could clearly feel the tremor coming from them.
"Zheng!"
The clear sound breaks through the roar of the wind, and the gurgling water flows straight into the ears of everyone here. This is the thunder sound of the sword!
Song Qingge's expression was no longer playful as before, but showed solemnity and surprise.
"This practitioner of divination is actually born with an innate sword bone?!"
With such a qualification, it can be said that he was born as the embryo of a sword fairy. I saw streaks of white light on Xue Xi's side, and then condensed into a three-foot long sword in his hand. The bones were blue and white, but as delicate as precious jade.
A sword shot out, like a ray of skylight cutting through the night, even the half-covered bright moon couldn't compete with it.
His face was calm, but a hint of excitement could be seen beneath his eyebrows.
"Come!"
The Bagua array behind Xue Xi suddenly expanded several times in size, and all the eight hexagrams were shimmering, condensing into eight long swords with different colors, but looking the same as the bone sword in his hand.
"Take my Nine Swords!"
The Nine Swords of the Poor Ghost [Xue Xi’s own swordsmanship]
(End of chapter)
