It was like a warm sun covering his body at first, but when the angry rays approached, he suddenly felt the fumigation of fierce flames. Li Chen jumped into the air to avoid the sharp rays, pointed his sword at the sky and murmured a few words.
The lead clouds on the dome were turbulent, and the surging murderous intent fell quietly. A blazing white snowstorm descended from the sky, fiercely blasting towards the place where the golden light was the brightest.
Yan Ci raised his sword, and the ice platform was filled with flames. A giant beast with golden scales shook its ropes and raised its back. Shen Bu focused hard to fight the snowstorm.
There was a sudden explosion, and snow pillars poured down like the Milky Way. The coldness of ice and snow overflowed, and frost flowers bloomed on the beast's body. Ice flakes sputtered, and a halo of gold and silver spread rapidly.
The muffled sound rolled into the ears again, and the snowstorm directly crushed the beast's shadow and hammered the ice platform, imprinting a strange-shaped ancient rune. The runes shone with a faint green light, and were vaguely made up of three crooked mountain characters: one up, two down.
Li Chen was determined to kill Yan Ci, but he did not forget to care about his identity. He heard that he could summon three snowstorms to come to the world when he faced the enemy in the past. This counterattack may not be a test but a deliberate attempt to leave some room.
Snow is falling all over the stage, and the cold air has lingered for a long time. Clusters of ice picks are criss-crossing, and they are breaking through the air.
Yan Ci threw his sword and pinched his fingers. The iris sword hung in mid-air and wrapped around his body to protect his body. It whirled sharply and dragged out a purple-gold shield.
However, the ice pick was weird, with its head exposed but not its tail, and it stabbed directly into the middle Dantian.
Yan Ci's figure was fluttering and his steps were erratic, but he was confined to a few feet of land to dodge. Suddenly, he turned around and twisted his body to expose the empty door on his back. He raised his knees and struck the sword. A purple mist dragon spurted out and grabbed the ancient rune with its claws and fangs.
Li Chen sneered in the air, his fingers suddenly paused, and the two ice swords flew up in a staggered manner. The power of the sword is vicious, the intention of the sword is fierce, and it is wrapped in a strange murderous aura. Since Yan Cikongmen broke through the air to attack the lotus pill and back heart,
The onlookers were horrified, this was a sure-kill sword! Yan Ci used the Furlan Clothes to condense mysterious energy to protect his body, but in Li Chen's eyes, such a weak defense was in vain. If the sword hit it hard, it could crush Yan Ci's body into bone dregs!
Soon enough, the ice sword pierced through Nu Lan's clothes with a bone-chilling chill. Ding! The crisp sounds merged into one, and Yan Ci was not killed on the spot, but because he could not withstand the force of the collision, his figure was severely knocked forward.
Unable to encounter any resistance, the fog dragon scratched the runes with one claw to break the snowstorm, then jumped up and flew toward Li Chen with the force of the scattered ice crystals.
Li Chen originally expected that Yan Ci would be killed with one sword and the fog dragon would be destroyed, but the outcome was completely unexpected.
Suddenly, the mist dragon bites him with blood. Li Chen moves his sword and leans down to stab the dragon. At the right moment, a red shadow flickers in front of his eyes, and a cold light curls up between his eyebrows.
Yan Ci used the force of the collision to fly over, spraying a mouthful of hot blood on Li Chen's face, and swung his sword to return the color.
Such changes are like the rise of a rabbit and the fall of a falcon, extremely rapid.
Li Chen didn't know what fell on his face, and his mind was in a state of confusion. There was a bloody hole in front of his eyebrows caused by the sword energy. He spared no effort to protect his feathers, but in the end he looked like a wolf, and the bloodstains on his face looked funny and terrifying.
Yan Ci didn't dare to pursue him, secretly calling him lucky. If it weren't for Liu Xianyi's help, he might have become a dead soul under the fatal sword of Xue Wei Sword.
In the few years since he entered the family, Yan Ci has been thinking about the safety of his relatives day and night. Although he has never returned to Yingge City, he has tried his best to find out the news about his family.
Qing Ming had mentioned some of it in an evasive manner at first, but there was solid news that the ancestor of the Yan family had died after retreating from the enemy. Many close relatives were also killed, and even his parents were missing. The casualties were not small.
Nowadays, the Yan family in Yingge City seems to have disappeared from the world, and no trace can be found again.
At this time, Yan Ci couldn't restrain his hatred and started a war, even if blood was spilled on the spot, it would not be a pity. Li Chen is obsessed with his identity and doesn't understand the changing times. This is definitely the perfect time for revenge.
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At the beginning of the duel, both sides unleashed majestic moves, which made the viewers' hearts sway.
Yan Ci did not fight timidly and was not defeated. Even though he was at a disadvantage, he was able to attack the enemy with surprising moves, which was amazing.
His aura is slightly chaotic, but after injuring the enemy, he retreats and waits for the enemy again, so he has the strength to fight again. The group of cultivators were all amazed, secretly thinking that if this boy was not a physical cultivator, he would be wearing precious armor.
No one knew about Liu Xianyi, but Qing Ming was convinced that Yan Ci would find another chance, and the concern in her eyes gradually melted into relief.
Among the thousands of cultivators, how many dare to step up and call for a fight? Yan Ci faced off against Li Chen. Their cultivation was so different that it was satisfying even without being humiliated.
Although life and death are not clear, the duel must end here. The demon cultivator's entire army is suppressing the situation, which is not the time to deal with personal grudges.
The only Kongming monk who came to the coast to watch the battle was Qingming, but there were only a handful of powerful spiritual thoughts covering the Taoist platform.
Li Xiaoyang, Jackdaw and others were naturally aware of the chaos, but they pretended to be deaf and refused to show up. This was just because they had full confidence in Li Chen, and they also wanted to see how Tongchenyuan would end.
Qing Ming sneered in his heart, stepped out from the crowd, and shouted from a distance: "This young disciple is naughty and has offended the Taoist Master's beauty. I will definitely punish him severely to atone for my sin. I hope that my Taoist friends will consider the friendship of our alliance and show some mercy."
Qing Ming lowered his posture and spoke in the tone of a monk of the same level. Anyone else would have to think carefully.
Li Chen asked himself, he was in charge of the secular affairs of Huanye Palace and indeed ordered the Huangfu family to steal Luo Yinzhu regardless of the consequences. He and Yan Ci were natural enemies.
But now that Yan Ci has entered Qingming's gate, Li Chen will never dare to kill him first and then play.
If he rashly makes a grudge against a monk in the Kongming period, his head will be dislocated if he is not careful. At that time, Jackdaw and Hanzi may not think about seeking justice for him.
As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die. Now that the situation is stronger than others, we can take the opportunity to step down.
He Zuwang saw that something was wrong, and said with a proud smile: "Master Qingming Peak is unaware of something. The oaths sworn by the disciple and fellow Taoist Li Chen are like accepting life and death. The poor Taoist is invited to make a decision, and he should urge both parties to abide by the agreement. Although the fairy proposed Okay, but if the duel ends halfway, and the oath is in name only, I’m afraid it’s unreasonable.”
The naughty old Taoist talked and deliberately stirred up trouble, which made the group of cultivators secretly lament that they were embarrassed to be in the same company.
It's a pity that the vow of duel is so real. It's too late to regret now that the window paper has been pierced by a bull's nose.
It was precisely for this reason that Qing Ming spoke so politely. Why did he want to make random remarks, which made her feel displeased and said coldly: "I heard about the Canghu egg swap. Taoist priest He is the most suspected. What qualifications do you have?" Judgment on the spot?”
He Zuwang neither humble nor arrogant said: "Pindao has a clear conscience. The decision-making power is determined by both parties. It is not Pindao who takes the initiative to petition."
Qing Ming said solemnly: "If Taoist friends cause trouble for nothing and deliberately instigate conflicts, how can this court stop!"
Before he finished speaking, someone in the crowd smiled proudly and said: "Your disciples speak freely and will be taught a lesson sooner or later. It's a pity that his appearance is short-lived. It doesn't matter whether he has a long memory or not."
The speaker is unkempt, with a short and fat figure and a sparse yellow beard. However, he wears a gold crown, a jade belt, and a fat cloud brocade crane cloak.
Qing Ming's pupils shrank, and he said in a cold voice: "Venerable Beiming!"
The onlookers were suddenly confused. The famous Venerable Beiming looked like this! It’s incredible!
The Venerable Beiming looked arrogant and ignored Qing Ming. He stretched out his hand to push aside the monks who were blocking the way. He sat down on the sand and rocks on the beach with a pop of fat ass. He winked at Li Chen and said, "How can a hero from the Huanye Palace be in the same position as Huangkou Ruzi?" Are your subordinates weak? Fellow Taoist, you can use all your strength, I will ensure that nothing happens to you."
Qing Ming asked sternly: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to interfere?" His tone was full of challenge. Qing Ming has always been courageous. Not to mention that there are soldiers and generals today, even if he is alone, he has never been afraid of anyone.
The Tongchen monks understood this and gathered together at Qingming. Looking at this posture, a rebellion was imminent.
The group of cultivators shuddered, and those who saw the opportunity hurriedly sneaked into the city, fearing that they would be implicated for standing in the wrong team.
At this time, Li Xiaoyang was still missing, and almost all the monks in the city were cursing the leader for harboring evil intentions.
Venerable Beiming looked back at Qing Ming and said with a smile: "I am here to ensure that you abide by the contract, so as not to be bullied by others. Fairy, if you have no doubts, you may as well sit down and watch the show."
Qing Ming was speechless for a moment. When Luo Wangshu left the city and did not return, rashly expanding the trouble would be at the cost of Tongchenyuan. Everyone else felt helpless. Could it be that Yan Ci could only seek happiness for himself?
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Li Chen was frightened and calmed down a little, guessing that Venerable Beiming was in charge, and Jackdaw and Li Xiaoyang were probably paying attention to this matter. After taking this reassurance, he suddenly felt evil.
While the cultivators were still thinking about their own thoughts, Li Chen on the Taoist platform took the lead in using force. The Snow Weeping Sword suddenly rose from his palm, transformed into thousands of sword shadows, and struck down wildly with a shrill sound.
As soon as he saw the shadow of Xueqi's sword coming out, he saw the pheasant emperor's wings fluttering, and the sword light jingled and clanged at Yan Ci's feet. The group of cultivators looked carefully, but their true form was hard to find.
What a wonderful way to escape! Li Chen was slightly startled when he saw this, and immediately released his spiritual thoughts to lock Yan Ci's figure, but he noticed a shadow walking leisurely, looking to the left and then to the right, and the speed was not slower than that of the Huaying cultivator.
Li Chen sneered, turned his fingers and changed his tactics, regained the immortal sword, and the shadow of the sword transformed from his heart. In an instant, the cold sword intent was imminent, and dense sword branches filled the sky and the earth, surrounding the entire Taoist platform.
The cold wind rustled, and the true superpowers were revealed at this moment. Li Chen pointed his fingers sharply, and the sword energy came down like a mountain collapsing. The ferocious and fierce voice of the bird of prey was frightening.
The water mist surged on the ice platform, and the pearl of the sea floated tremblingly. The moist and clear water aura spread rapidly, and instantly formed a waterfall shield around Yan Ci's escape.
The water shield is stable and thick, and the clear waves flow backwards from bottom to top. When foreign objects break through, they are accompanied by pulling force, which is wonderful.
Li Chen didn't know the subtleties of the rare treasure, so he could only use brute force to break the shield. The shadow of the Snow Crying Sword floating in the sky swished down, possessing enough divine power to move mountains and mountains, slashing and prodding, and gradually polished the waterfall shield into translucent water curtain.
Yan Ci looked at his nose with his eyes, his nose and his mind, and he sat cross-legged on the ground to cast spells. He actually saw the waterfall shield as a golden bell and an iron shirt for defense.
If the attack was delayed by one minute, the water barrier would be half as thick. Li Chen was so angry that he cursed secretly that since this little turtle had no courage, why didn't he give in earlier?
Li Chen became angry because of shame, and Yan Ci complained even more. After he left Penglai Fairy Mountain, he followed the method taught by Tan Zhen to practice the ritual of refining the Pearl from the Sea. He could only do it intermittently for a few days, and he was probably able to exert less than 30% of the power of the pearl.
When the two are facing each other, each time the water shield is hit by a sword, the energy is weakened by one point. If it were not supported by willpower, it would be at the end of its strength.
After several breaths of furious attacks, the Waterfall Shield became weaker and weaker. Li Chen stretched out his wrist and grasped the Xuewei Sword in his palm. The sparse sword energy gathered on the edge of the sword like a whale sucking water. He concentrated on defeating the Waterfall Shield in one fell swoop. .
Yan Ci took advantage of the situation and decided to fight to the death.
The pearl of the sea dances in the sky, and the water mist gathers in the waterfall shield, suddenly unfolding a pair of powerful and majestic wings of clear waves.
The wings were empty and flying, and the surrounding huge waves spread out into the sky, converging into several turbulent waves of clear water rushing forward.
Li Chen secretly rejoiced. He transferred spiritual power from his palm, and the Xuewei Sword suddenly shot out a huge white sword energy. The sword energy stretched across the air, reflecting with the wild waves, creating a myriad of atmospheres.
Suddenly, Li Chen pinched his fingers to activate the sword technique, and the sword energy struck down steadily with lightning speed, and the onlookers were stunned to snatch it.
The wind is strong and the sea is roaring.
boom! The two Gang Qi collided wantonly, like hundreds of thunders rolling past, setting off a brief but extremely violent explosion in the void.
The wind blows and the clouds roll, the Snow Weeping Sword enters the sea like a dragon, plunges into the wild waves and swallows the waves.
[Serializing on Zongheng Chinese website...]
