Fighting here is so fierce that Wuhen's sword saint's power can no longer be suppressed. Wuhen is the most wise man among the people. Although he is not far from coming out of Tianqi Peak, he is still fast and slow. As soon as he arrived at the valley entrance, he saw that his brother who was living and dead was almost cut off his head with a sickle. How can this anger be suppressed? If he could endure it, wouldn't he have fallen into the title of Sword saint?

Wuhen stepped out in one step, looked forward, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Wei Feng's body. There was no sword in his hand, but it seemed that his sword was covered with swords. The sword energy of Wuhen's sword energy was even more unpredictable. In the face of Wuhen's full force, Wei Feng had no power to resist. Fortunately, Wuhen had the intention of playing with the mouse in his heart, but he only drove the crisscrossing sword energy to constantly split the clothes on Wei Feng's body, but no move was determined to take his life.

Both brothers, Wuhen was able to get angry for Fang Tiansheng, how could Wei Ji watch his brother fall in Wuhen's hands? He just took a few glances and knew that the two of them would not be Wuhen's opponents. Wuhen, the white-haired sword saint who was the best among the six monsters in Tianqi, is really well-deserved.

Even though he knew that there was a tiger in the mountain, he was walking towards Tiger Mountain, even if he knew that Wuhen was an invincible figure, how could Wei Ji not go? Wei Ji controlled the blue water-attribute sickle, and a cold force was stimulated by Wei Ji's true energy and quickly spread. Wei Ji fired the sickle, and the high-speed rotating sickle was like a disc, heading towards Wuhen's back.

Wuhen did not look back at all. During the battle, he had eyes all over his body. Any movement within two feet of his body would be sensed by Wuhen's aura. It cannot be called invincible, but it is hard to meet an opponent. Wuhen's feet were off the ground, his body was leaning back, and the sickle passed by his hair that fell due to gravity.

After Wei Ji threw the spiral sickle, his figure had already moved with the sickle. The brothers practiced this secret technique together. As long as the distance between the two of them was close, they could bless each other because of the combination of aura. Hidden attributes such as speed and power would rise a lot. With the tacit understanding of the two of them for so many years, they could say that they would not be weaker than others in their joint efforts.

At this moment, Wuhen had avoided the spiral sickle, and Wei Ji's figure was also flashing. Only in the moment of stopping to breathe, there was a shallow afterimage, otherwise Wei Ji would not be able to see where Wei Ji was. Wuhen snorted coldly and said, "A little trick of the carving insect."

With a flash of casual hand, a sword energy was stimulated from the finger, exactly the same as the sword energy that blocked Wei Feng's red sickle. Wei Ji's body movement was fast, and the sword energy was faster and faster, breaking through the five sound barriers one after another, accelerating to an unparalleled level, and directly piercing into Wei Ji's right shoulder, piercing through Wei Ji's entire shoulder blade.

Wei Ji's figure appeared, but he was holding a round iron ball in his hand. Wei Ji hit the iron ball out. The iron ball was spinning close to Wuhen, and the speed was not slow. Wuhen didn't know what the iron ball was, but he was already a master of the Nascent Soul stage. It was impossible for him to be fooled like a smoke bomb used in the secular world. He didn't dare to be arrogant at the moment. He was lucky enough to clamp the iron ball on his fingers.

However, the iron ball was activated and popped up, and it would explode as soon as it touched something. Wuhen thought that the safest way he had happened to suffer a big loss. As soon as his finger touched the edge of the iron ball, the iron ball exploded, and countless flying needles as thin as cow hair bounced out of the iron ball, just like the dense rain in Jiangnan in April and May.

Wuhen hurriedly covered his cheeks with his other hand to prevent the needle from rushing to the face and protect his body.

The true energy was fully opened in an instant, and the ox-mao Fei needle hit the airtight body-protecting true energy. It was really like a dense arrow, and the true energy was as thick as a wall. The dripping sounds were endless, and it took a while to calm down.

However, Wuhen was too close to the iron ball, and even if he made a defensive move in time, it would be difficult to escape. The number of Niu Mao Fei Needles is huge, and the sharpness can penetrate ordinary iron armor. Just the body-protecting true energy is still a bit stretched. However, with this protection, it more or less blocked the attacks of some Niu Mao Fei Needles.

It was inevitable that many cow haired needles were stabbed into the body. Wuhen didn't feel anything at first, but then he felt a little numb and itchy in the wound. "I don't know what poison has been quenched on this cow haired needle, which can affect my actions. I'm afraid it's not such a simple thing. No matter what, I won't die for a while, so I will deal with the two thieves first." Wuhen thought of this in his heart, turned his head and began to look for the figure of Wei's Shuangying.

Wei Ji just threw out the iron ball, which was just a self-protection move, and he had no intention of killing Wuhen. Wei Feng and his brother were in tune with each other and naturally knew what Wei Ji meant. The moment the iron ball exploded, Wei Feng flashed to Wei Ji, carried Wei Ji to his back, and ran all the way, running out of the formation. After Wuhen came to his senses, he had already run dozens of feet away.

Wuhen's thin lips gently pursed, and his right hand slightly raised. The long sword in the entire formation, whether it was the sword from Tianqifeng or the sword from the cultivator coalition, as long as it was the sword of Wuhen, all of them were quickly raised with Wuhen's raising his hand. Wuhen said softly: "You give me a ox-haired needle, and I will give you a rain of pouring swords."

With thousands of swords, Wuhen's breath was even and there was no sense of weakness. Watching Wuhen's battle, Sheng Lingxin was comparing Wuhen with himself, and the final answer was still ashamed of himself. Whether in the past or present, facing a sword leader, Sheng Lingxin only felt that he was more unfathomable than once.

When I was in the Dan period, I looked at Wuhen. I saw the lake and rivers. I always thought that there was a vast ocean besides Wuhen. When I looked at Wuhen again in the Nascent Soul period, I still looked at the rivers. But I began to wonder if this was a vast ocean. Where is the return of the sword path? If there was Wuhen, who could step into the sword path?

The surging in Sheng Lingxin's heart was not much weaker than the battle on the field. The Blood Infant still had an attack, and his fists were like a storm, with very few gaps. Even Sheng Lingxin, who had a quick sword technique, was a little difficult to compare with him. The Blood Infant slapped the ground, and a shock wave spread out around the center of the Blood Infant. Sheng Lingxin was shocked and wanted to kick it out. Sheng Lingxin hurriedly raised his sword to block his chest, but the Blood Infant flashed behind Sheng Lingxin, and kicked it on Sheng Lingxin's back.

Sheng Lingxin flew out with difficulty, and a mouthful of blood accumulated in his chest, and he couldn't spit it out and swallow it. This blood baby kick was no better than the kick of a mortal warrior. Only the blood baby himself knew how much blood baby's true energy contained in this kick. This true energy invaded Sheng Lingxin's body and kept exploding in various meridians. Sheng Lingxin's not yet stable state of Nascent Soul began to shake, and the building was about to collapse.

"This little baby is a little interesting. Why don't you leave it to me to clean up? It's not enough to beat him to death." Long Zhan walked out from behind Sheng Lingxin, turned his hand, and a black true energy was held without vomiting. He gently patted Sheng Lingxin's back. Sheng Lingxin vomited blood, all of which was black.

As soon as Long Zhan walked to the blood baby, pretended to be stinky and waved in front of his nose, saying, "What a fishy smell, this child

I'm afraid there are more people killed than me. Little baby, who are you? I promised to keep you full body. If I can't say, I'll split the body."

Xueying killed countless people in her life. It is not rare to kill dozens of people in one day. How could he be scared by Long Zhan? Xueying said contemptuously: "Grandpa has no name and no surname. You are a rough man who calls you grandpa and you won't suffer any loss. You can't say that you can be happy. I'll kill you so much today. If not, hum."

Long Zhan laughed instead of anger and said, "If not, what should I do?"

"Look at it." Xueying's face, which was originally laughing, suddenly changed, and a punch was shot out, just in Long Zhan's heart. A powerful force with bloody smell penetrated his body. There was countless dust behind Long Zhan's back, but Long Zhan didn't even move any of the steps. Xueying's face changed slightly, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes. Without closing his fist, he turned into a palm and pushed hard.

"Scream." The blood infant exerted force on his hand and shouted loudly. This time, Long Zhan no longer moved at all, but took a slightly step back with difficulty in self-control.

Long Zhan shuffled the place where the blood baby had just attacked twice, exhaling a breath of turbid air, like the lees that had fermented for several days, and the smell was stenchy: "You little baby is good, it's a bit interesting. I really can't bear to kill you."

Sheng Lingxin was slapped out of the blood stasis in the chest by Long Zhan, and suddenly felt that the breath had been much smoother. He clasped his fists and said to Long Zhan: "Thank you, Brother Long, I owe Tian Qifeng a favor. I don't know what evil skills this blood baby has practiced. Not to mention the poison of the palm wind, there is also an inexplicable force that can guide people's qi and blood. Brother Long fights with this person, be careful."

Before Long Zhan could speak, Xueying said first: "I dare to distract myself from fighting with me, and I look elsewhere. If I get hit, I will ask myself for my own tricks. What's the point of saying that I'm not as good as others? If we defeated the general, we will fight again, and this time we will definitely teach you that there will be no place to die."

Hearing the words of the Blood Infant, Long Zhan smiled slightly and said to Sheng Lingxin: "It's just a simple task and it's not worth mentioning. You and my second brother have some connections. I just heard him say something. Since you are friends, please give me some advice. As the master, I have to entertain the guests of Tianqifeng."

Sheng Lingxin retreated as he said. There are many geniuses in this world. Sheng Lingxin originally thought that he was already the best among geniuses, but today he was just like this. Being able to recognize the gap between himself and others and admit that this gap is much better than blindly arrogance. It’s okay to have a gap now, so it’s better to catch up in the future. It doesn’t matter if you can’t catch up. Just be able to live well.

The things in the world of immortal cultivation are not only different in terms of cultivation, but also in high and low state of mind. Sometimes, state of mind will seriously affect a person's progress in cultivation, and may make people fall into it, and eventually become unable to extricate themselves and become possessed by the demons. Taoism advocates Tao following nature, and Buddhism advocates letting go of freedom, which is the principle of "fighting without fighting, and seeking without asking".

Seeing Sheng Lingxin gradually moving away, Long Zhan then set his sights on him and said, "You are the one who took action just now. I should be the one who took action now. Don't blink and watch carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, Long Zhan disappeared. There was only a round circle of air waves where he was standing. Before he could react, Xueying's right cheek was punched heavily. Unlike his feminine route of penetrating true qi into other people's bodies, all the true qi on this punch was used to enhance the strength of his hands. Xueying felt like his head was hammered by a hammer, making a "buzzing" sound.
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