After Ling Hun taught the gossiping lessons, he did not return, but fell straight into the scene and shouted: "I haven't finished a jar of wine yet, but the big show is about to leave. How can this be done?

I thought you, the authentic Xuanmen sect and the true legend of the Demon Sect, have had many disputes recently, and you have to fight one by one today. But I expected that you would be spectators like me.

Now the leaders of the Demon Sect only quarrel with the two short men of Emei and refused to end. Instead, they asked Old Ni's disciples to come forward. After a long time of trouble, they were still a slash. What's the point?

Little Red Thief, we just made an appointment. Anyway, we can’t wait until the Wutai Sect and the Emei Sect send people to fight again. We might as well take action now, and it will not be a cold place.”

Shang Heyang smiled slightly and did not answer. Zen Master Xiaoyue quickly raised his palm and bowed, saying, "This Ling Hun was originally coming to Wutai Sect, but he wanted the Heavenly King to suffer. I am uneasy. I will give instructions in the future and dare not forget it."

He had the intention to make more friends, one would be able to subdue the forces of our sect, and the other would be able to provide more helpers in the confrontation with Emei. He naturally hoped that more people would be able to interact with each other.

Shang Heyang then set off on the platform, with red clouds and smoke on his body, falling into the field, and he didn't bother to say more. He opened his mouth and spit out dozens of feet of magic fire, flying straight to the opposite side.

The sound was so loud that the people around him changed their eyes and took a few steps back unconsciously. Ling Hun raised his sleeves in the air, and suddenly it was like a dark cloud rushing up with the demon fire, and it offset the two sides.

He laughed and said, "Why do you have to come out to show off your ugly face?" A sword light suddenly came out from his body and galloped towards the enemy, so fast that his eyes couldn't keep up.

Shang Heyang sneered and spread the magic fire golden banner in his hand. Immediately, a ball of colorful smoke rose up, holding the flying sword, and preventing it from falling. He waved the golden banner again, split a ball from the smoke, and covered the enemy.

Ling Hun stretched out his hand and took off the colorful smoke. He walked back and stopped another ball of colorful smoke. The sword light slashed several times, shattering it into pieces and drifting back to the golden banner.

The flying sword followed, Shang Heyang shouted lightly, and his magic power poured into the golden banner, and another ball of colorful smoke flew out, attacking the front and back of the previous ones in the air, wrapping the flying sword inside.

I saw the light shining, like lightning showing off in the smoke; the roar was like thunder showing off in the clouds. Such momentum was much stronger than Xu Feiniang and Master Fo Xia next to me.

It just so happened that the two of them had been fighting for a long time, but they could not tell the difference. They did not fight for life and death at this moment, and they could not show their tricks to retain. They stopped and returned to the high platform.

Zen Master Xiaoyue took a few steps and said, "Thank you for your hard work, and you can be comparable to that Gu Xia, which is considered the best in the world." Xu Feiniang hurriedly said a few humble words, and was very satisfied with the hard work over the years, and it was indeed a great achievement.

On the other side, Master Fu Xia's face was a little unhappy and said to Li Yuanhua, Qi Lingyun and others: "This demon woman hid her cultivation level in the previous episode, and now she reveals it. You will meet next time, so be careful."

This fashion and Yang and Linghun are fighting to the point of intense heat. A magical sensation, waving the golden banner in his hand, and the smoke and clouds are constantly coming. It is not the beginning of the small piece, which has already covered half of the venue. If the magic power is not used, it will be unreal.

A sword technique is very good. From the outside, there is only a golden light flying like lightning, and sometimes the light shines through the entire clouds and mist; sometimes it is like a fire burning a hole in the colorful smoke.

Just smell the smoke, you will feel dizzy. Therefore, those who do not have enough skills will retreat far away. Those who dare to stay in front of watching will naturally have extraordinary magic power.

The few people who had just slapped the face and saw Shen Yuanjing not moving, and even ahead, they realized that they were amazing. They hurriedly hurriedly huddled their heads and bodies to the end. If they hadn't been moving even more, they would have left long ago.

A thin and fucked woman in Taoist dress with black face and short body, with nervousness on her face, mustered up the courage to take a few steps forward, bowed and asked, "Senior Chen, according to your opinion, who can win here?"

"If you talk about magic power, the two are similar; if you talk about fighting methods, you are naturally more wise." Shen Yuanjing saw that her body was mixed with magic light and blue and white, but there was no blood. He knew that he was a side door who could hold on. He was very respectful and did not hesitate to give advice and said:

"Look at the smoke, it seems to be extremely powerful, and it is naturally powerful against mortals or those with poor magic power. However, it is not very useful to encounter fellow Daoist Ling's magic light. You still have to rely on the wisp of essence of red smoke inside to fight the enemy."

The woman looked carefully and could only see a ball of red light covering the golden light, and was pierced by the golden light from time to time. If it weren't for a tangible and intangible thing, she would have been full of holes.

Shen Yuanjing continued: "Fellow Daoist Ling is skilled in swordsmanship and unique. After fighting for so long, he just wants to see the other party's background. If Shang and Yang don't show other skills, they will lose now."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud laugh from Ling Hun from the fog and said, "What fellow Taoist Chen said is very true. What little Hong thief has any ragged guy, hurry up and use it."

The flying sword suddenly turned a few times, and cut the red clouds emitted by the golden banner into pieces, and the sword light was soaring that the red clouds could not be restored.

Shang Heyang snorted coldly, grabbed a ball of black silk from the magic treasure bag, threw it forward, and instantly turned into a huge swath, covering it down, shaking off the sky with scorpions, centipedes, poisonous snakes, geckos, seven cultivators, spiders, golden silkworms and other poisons, covering the sky and the sun.

This is the Seven Love Network that he has been practicing for many years. It is very powerful. He has obtained the poison of these seven kinds of things and things, and the poison is as continuous as love. If it falls into it, there is no extremely clever method. It is impossible to escape, to be able to release, to let go, and to remove it.

"Not good!" Zen Master Xiaoyue shouted loudly, waved his hand and sprinkled a clear light, turning into a halo, isolating the overflowing toxicity. Those who lack magic power have only been affected by a little bit, and they are already unable to stand firmly, and many of them fall to the ground.

The woman next to Shen Yuanjing stood too close and could not dodge at all. She dizzy and felt like she was weighing ten thousand pounds on her body. After a few shaking, she was about to fall, but she heard it in her ear: "You are brave."

She felt a strong wind blowing, and her body suddenly relaxed, and her head followed Qingning. When she looked up, Shen Yuanjing stood beside the Qiqing Net, and her body was filled with clear light, but black air came, and she entered within three feet and disappeared without a trace.

The clear light also enveloped her. The woman was about to bow down, but was held back by the other party and heard: "Look good."

Ling Hun beat Shang and Yang Demon Fire Golden Banner, and forced him to release the Seven Love Net. Seeing that this magic weapon was powerful, he did not dare to neglect it. He moved the flying sword and spread a layer of golden light to hold the poison net, and could not stop for a while.

"If Shang and Yang cannot produce a more powerful magic weapon, fellow Taoist Ling is too poor to have no other magic weapon. The next step is to tie the game." Shen Yuanjing shook his head and said, "Sword fighting has become a magic power, which is meaningless."

The woman said with great envy: "The flying sword magic weapon is just something outside the body. How can you have your own cultivation? According to my younger generation, the fighting power is stronger than the fighting weapon."

"Thousands of magic and all the changes are all about immortality." Shen Yuanjing laughed and said, "If you say this, how can the fighting power be comparable to the fighting Taoist practice?"
Chapter completed!