"Is this? Could it be that the two elders of the Poison Sect have not left yet? Senior Yin Jian is fighting with them?"

Of course, the huge explosion could not have shocked Luo Tian. Like the people of the Golden Eagle Sect, he was standing outside the house with Xiao Jin and the others, staring at the deep but with a ball of halo.

"Brother, what's going on in the air? How could an explosion occur in the air for no reason?"

Of course, Xiao Jin didn't know anything about Yin Jian and the two elders of the Poison Sect, so he could not have the same guess as Luo Tian. He asked Luo Tian with doubts.

"This should be because there are strong people fighting!"

Before Luo Tian could speak, Liang Haoguang's face calmed down and answered Xiao Jin's doubts.

"That's right, it's a battle, the strong are fighting!"

After Liang Haoguang answered, another voice rang in their ears. The owner of this voice was Li Ruihu.

"It can cause such a large-scale explosion and make the aperture of the bright moon appear in the air, even my father's peak polarization cannot be achieved. This person who is fighting must be at the level of hole!"

A strange look flashed in Li Ruihu's eyes, and he obviously had great longing for the hole-dry level he said.

Under the gaze of these many eyes, the aperture in the sky slowly dissipated, and everyone's eyes returned to darkness, but they still knew that there must be a strong person above their heads.

The light ball dissipated, and the figures of Jas and Yinjian appeared from the exploding storm.

Jas' aura was no longer as fierce as before, but there seemed to be no trace left by the low-grade king weapon Wuji Fork, as if that attack was blocked by it.

Yinjian and Jas' bodies paused in the air and did not take any action.

However, after a moment, the silence was broken.

"puff!"

A stream of blood suddenly spurted out from Jas' mouth, and a two-inch-long bloody mouth appeared on his chest, and scarlet dyed his clothes, and there were also blood spurting through his clothes.

After Jas, who was standing in the air, his body trembled for a moment after the mouthful of blood was squirting out. After a pause, a heavy sword appeared at his feet and supported his body.

"The secret method of the Poison Sect is indeed worthy of being the secret method of the Poison Sect. It can actually allow you to resist most of the power of my low-grade king weapon Wuji Fork. At that time, such a small hole appeared!"

After Jas vomited blood, Yin Jian set his eyes on him, then waved the Wuji fork slightly, saying as if he was admiring and as if he was contemptuous.

"Yinjian, you dare to hurt my junior brother. Don't think that if you have a low-grade king weapon, you can bully the people of my Poison Sect and take my move!!"

Although Jas was injured, although not seriously injured, his cultivation for ten years was a real loss. As a senior brother and the great elder of the Poison Sect, Zhao Zhao certainly could not sit idly by. Even though he knew that even if he took action, he would never get much benefit, he would never take Jas away and could only choose to take action.

When Jas was flying where he was, a huge iron fan suddenly appeared in Zhao Zhao's hand. On this fan, there was also an unmatched pressure, but compared with the Wuji Fork in Yinjian's hand, the pressure was much weaker.

"Top spiritual weapon, poisonous fan!"

After seeing this fan, Yin Jian said this smoothly with him.

"Zhao Zhao, your poisonous fan is also a top-level spiritual weapon. If it is damaged by my Wuji Fork, don't let blood drop in your heart!"

"Yinjian, don't be arrogant. Although my top-grade spiritual weapon, poisonous fan, is slightly different from the low-grade king weapon Wuji Fork in your hand, it is not so easy to damage!"

"The poisonous fog is secretly dying!!"

Zhao Zhao's tone was not weak at all, and his eyes were full of fierceness and said this to Yin Jian. Then there was a huge black mist of fifty meters around his body, which instantly wrapped it in.

There was no erosion like the black fog that Jas had sacrificed before, nor was there any terrifying momentum, but only a kind of calmness, as if this black fog was just floating in the air.

But this black fog contains a breath of death. Not to mention a person whose strength is not as strong as the cave level, even Yin Jian, who is standing in the air, is a little afraid when he looks at the black fog.

However, Yin Jian's movements did not stop. After the poisonous fan in Zhao Zhao's hand exerted the black fog, he waved his arm and the low-grade king weapon Wuji Fork he held made two marks in the air. Then he also rushed towards the black air.

"Wuji Fantasy Fork!"

Yin Jian shouted loudly, and then the three-meter-long Wuji fork in his hand suddenly shrank and turned into a short fork that was only the length of his arm, but this short fork differentiated instantly.

"One hand, two hand, three hand... hundreds of hand..."

Each Wuji fork, which is as long as an arm, has the pressure of the lower-grade king weapon unique to the original Wuji fork. These hundreds of Wuji forks stand in front of Yin Jian, pushing forward like an iron wall, and then sink into the huge black mist.

"Bang bang!!"

"Play!!"

A series of collision sounded in the black fog. Although the collision sound was not as loud as the previous explosion, it was still clearly heard into the ears of the Golden Eagle Sect who were staring at the high altitude on the ground.

"It's starting again!!"

"It seems that the battle has not yet been decided!"

Several voices sounded in the mouths of the Jinying Sect's children staring at the sky, but at this time, the head of the Golden Eagle Sect, Li Siquan, had a very serious look.

"Poison gas, people from the Poison Sect, advanced level of Donggan? Or peak of Donggan? Why do strong people at the Poison Sect elder level appear above my Golden Eagle Sect? Is it just a simple fight?"

Although Li Siquan is only at the peak of polarization, the scene above the sky can be seen and said this to himself.

The sound of collision in the air lasted for nearly half a minute before gradually weakening.

The black mist was dispersing little by little while it was ringing above the collision. Until now, it was less than three meters away, and even Zhao Zhao's figure could not be wrapped in it.

"break!"

Yin Jian whispered in a low voice at this time, and then the last bit of black air suddenly dissipated.

The black fog dissipated, and only two silver Wuji forks were left in the air, as well as the poisonous fan held in Zhao Zhao's hand.

The two Wuji forks merged into one and flew back to Yinjian's hand. After the Wuji fork returned, a scarlet red appeared faintly on the corner of Yinjian's mouth.

However, the poisonous fan in his hand, Zhao Zhao, who was opposite, was already full of holes. Generally speaking, he could still recognize it as a fan.

Just like these spiritual weapons or kingly weapons, they need to recognize the master before being applied, so they have a connection with the master, and the weapon is damaged and people are injured.

Although Zhao Zhao did not bleed, it did not mean that he was not injured. On the contrary, the damage from his poisonous fan was very serious, which meant that the trauma he suffered would not be too light, but the gushing blood was already forced to his throat and could not continue to rush.

"Zhao Zhao, how about it? If I still want to fight again, I will not hold back. If I don't want to, I will take you junior brother back to your Poison Sect!"

Yin Jian was very clear about Zhao Zhao's situation at this time. The loud voice suddenly rang out in the sky, allowing all the people from the Golden Eagle Sect to hear it on the ground.

"The Poison Sect? It turns out to be the Great Elder of the Poison Sect? Who else can the Great Elder of the Poison Sect fight with? And it seems that he has been defeated!"

Yin Jian's words made the children of the Golden Eagle Sect on the ground feel a sense of doubt in their hearts. The noisy sound of the round became even more fierce at this time.

"If this is true, the two elders of the Poison Sect did not leave. It seems that they are indeed preparing to attack me. Poison Sect? Poison Sect! What happened to the nine major sects? I, Luo Tian, ​​have recorded what happened today!"

After hearing what Yin Jian said, Luo Tian confirmed his previous guesses, and then this thought arose in his heart.

"Yinjian, if you hadn't relied on the power of the king's weapon today, you could have hurt our brothers and brothers? Humph, I, Zhao Zhao, will definitely get it back in the future!"

It is obviously unrealistic to continue fighting again, so Zhao Zhao put down this very word and immediately fled with Justin on a sword.

"Zhao Zhao, I would like to advise you that this child is already a disciple of Wuye Sect. If your Poison Sect dares to make up his mind, then I don't care about Yin Jian, and Xu Chen will definitely not give up. Wuye Sect's anger will also be prepared to bear it!!"

Zhao Zhao and Jas fled from here, Yinjian said this to them, and then headed in another direction.

At this high altitude, it suddenly became quiet, no more noise or any movement.

But on the ground, it was in a burst of boiling sound.

As soon as the five words of Wuyemen disciples were released, Liang Haoguang and the others had already guessed that the battle was at the high altitude, which must have something to do with Luo Tian.

Their eyes fell on Luo Tian's face at the same time, wanting to see something from this face.

Of course, Luo Tian noticed their gaze, and then nodded at them, and then walked back to his house first.

After that, Xiao Jin and Liang Haoguang did not continue to stay outside. They all walked back to their houses, leaving behind the Jinying Sect's children, who were still talking about it and guessing that Piaofei...
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