"Yuxu Peak Zhou Gan, please give me advice from my senior brother."

"I'm going to fight for the young life of Xuanfeng," a heavy and hoarse voice sounded, "I never stop fighting with others. Junior brother, you'd better admit defeat in advance."

Zhou Gan was stunned. What kind of thing is this? He frowned and said, "I would like to ask my senior brother for advice."

"I've said that, I'm really hurt, don't blame me!" As soon as I finished speaking, even though I took action, I turned my two flying sickles on my back and shot them in circles and left and right, and I even dragged a sickle to rush over, which was a very strange scene.

The sword immortal fighting skills are often thousands of miles away. When you take the head of a person, you rarely get close to him. However, this young life goes against the rules, which makes it even more dangerous.

Zhou Gan couldn't figure out the situation, and his feet paused, and white clouds emerged and floated backwards. The black light transformed from the flying sickle shot in front of him in just one moment, and his heart tightened, and he escaped so quickly!

The Xuanyang sword borrowed from Senior Brother He Hua was released. The sword light moved and turned into a golden barrier blocking his body. With a loud bang, the light wall shattered, and the golden light regained the body of the flying sword, which was quite scattered. The flying sickle magic weapon was knocked back and fought with each other, but the two were equally matched.

Shaoming was a little surprised, 'This kid has a pure magic power, which seems to be a little higher than his own.' He was angry. At such a shallow age, he must have taken magic medicines and his master taught him his mysterious skills to achieve this kind of practice. Compared with that, his hundred years of hard work seemed to have done useless work. Thinking of this, his murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

He chanted the spell silently, took back the two flying sickles, threw them up, and turned into two thick whirlpools of gray air to sweep towards Zhou Gan. The strong wind blew, and the smell was suffocating. Zhou Gan's heart tightened, and it was expected that this must be a very powerful spell. Before the gray wind blew, he felt a little stinging pain all over his body. If he really wanted to reach his body, that would be fine!

The sword light turned into three identical figures and flew in three directions. Shaoming snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and for a moment, he waved his fingers, and the two vortexes rolled in the same direction. Wherever they were heading was exactly where Zhou Gan’s true body was!

Zhou Gan was shocked. He had used this method many times, but he had not seen it. He did not expect it to be broken here. Others did not know it, but he knew in his heart that although the fake body transformed by this deceitful sword technique was the same as that of a real person, even his expression could be vivid. But he had no chance. If the enemy knew some detection methods, he could indeed find it out. But he didn't expect that the young master's vision was so vicious. He quickly spread his light and rushed into the gaps between the two vortexes with his sword.

Such movements attracted the attention of many fellow disciples, but they all did not expect that the two of them would be so intense, which was not as good as their own cultivation. Needless to say, Zhou Ganzi had returned to the innate qi from acquired to innate, and could use the fourth level of magic power to exert the level of five or six levels. The little life was limited to the state of mind. After a hundred years of entry, he only wandered at the peak of the sixth level and could not break through for a long time, but his accumulation was really deep.

This wind is called the mother and son, and it was collected by the young man from the Hundred Ghost Robbery Mountain. These three Yin Feixia are also refined by the wind essence. Therefore, the speed is faster than ordinary magic weapons.

The wind was extremely fast and hard to hide. Zhou Gan was extremely difficult to control the sword. In fact, there was a way to break it. However, before the time came, he would not do useless work. He fought with good hands, and the line was that, and no one was willing to waste the opportunity.

Suddenly, Zhou Gan's eyes lit up. After searching for a long time, he finally found a bright spot in the lower right corner of the vortex formed by the evil wind of the mother and the son. He knew that it was the eye of the hurricane wind, and quickly shot out the fire bead. The bead was bright, and the fire light first became a sliver, then it surged, turning into a rolling fire cloud and pounced on the evil wind of the mother and the son. It was the spell on the bead - the burning heart fire cloud.

The fire clouds poured into the wind of the mother and the mother. The two forces, one red and one gray, were entangled, and gradually went upwards. The two senses of heat and cold were transmitted to the two at the same time. They were indeed comparable to each other, but the power of the Li Fire Bead was beyond the Yin Fei Scythe. Li Fire was an innate fire seed, which gradually suppressed its momentum. In the end, the two merged into one, forming five or six fireworks clouds the size of water tanks and rushed into the air, and then dissipated with the wind.

Zhou Gan was happy and suddenly felt alert in his heart. He leaned back without thinking and made an iron bridge. In a slight slash, a cold light passed by in front of him, folded in direction, and slashed downwards. Zhou Gan had already pushed the Xuanyang sword upwards, and the man and the sword were chopped for more than ten feet away. The sharp sound of "sharp" was the sound of the flying sword rubbing against the ground, and there were sparks all the way. It was when he was falling, and the Xuanyang sword was inserted into the hair platform, leaving an extremely long deep mark.

It turned out that the wind sickle in Shaoming's hand suddenly shot out black light, which was the true light of Feng Jing. It was only a little short of it that he took Zhou Gan's life. It was the reason why he had previously wondered why he held the magic weapon and made a killing move at the critical moment.

Although there are risks in fighting, it will leave one or two points of magic power, which is not like this rushing to Xuanfeng for a few lives, and it is really as he said; Zhou Xiaojianxian is not a good guy to provoke. His face darkened and he didn't say much. When the sword light of Xuanyang sword rose, the person stood up and rushed forward.

After the fire cloud broke through the mother and the mother, the two Yinfeng sickles were greatly damaged and almost could not be driven. Young man had to take it away, throw the main sickle in his hand forward, and greeted it. The main sickle was wrapped in the true light of the wind spirit, and the speed of escape was no longer visible to the naked eye. Even if Zhou Gan's sword skills were so advanced, he had to protect it within three feet, and the dense sounds of attacks were almost connected.

"This new disciple from the wine master is good at learning!"

"I didn't expect that I was lonely and never talked to my brothers. It's a bit amazing." Chong Xuanfeng's disciple said.

"Come on, junior brother!" Lu Xiaoxian's shouting was the highest among the crowd.

"If you are the ones, are you sure you can win?" Qin Yu glanced at He Qin and He Qi, and said meaningfully: "But don't be chased by the junior brother."

The two of them giggled, and they knew clearly in their hearts.

‘Slow against slow, fast against fast, point to break the surface.’ I suddenly remembered what Master Gu Hai said that day, although he did not decide the winner with the monkey-faced Matong in the battle of the mud, he did benefit greatly. In comparison, this lifeless flying sickle is so similar to the steel ring of Matong.

The flying sword slowed down, but the young man was not used to it. The flying sickle that was stabbing at its head seemed to shoot towards the Xuanyang sword. The sword light transformed by the Xuanyang sword was like an old man brewing tea, with its own rhythm. Waves of fairy light rose three meters in front of him. At some point, the Yinfeng sickle entered it and stopped a little. Finally, the Zhou Gan sword light shook, and the fairy light suddenly burst out with dazzling light. Shao Ming was shocked that his magic weapon had lost contact for a while. As soon as he looked up, he saw a fairy sword slashing down on his head.

He stopped a little inch in front of his face, "Senior Brother, it seems you lost." Zhou Gan's cold voice sounded, and then he pulled a sword flower and took it back.

Shaoming stood there for a moment, turned around and left, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, he could not continue like this anymore...

"Young brother win!" Lu Xiaoxian jumped up excitedly, jumped up from the stage, and hung himself on Zhou Gan.

"Congratulations, junior brother." Qin Yu chuckled.

"Senior brother, how many people are in our Yuxu Peak--" Zhou Gan asked.
Chapter completed!