Chapter 1325

The wind and snow suddenly rose, and the war spirit was boiling.

Qin Li, standing on the void and holding branches, has a lofty temperament.

The king of Bixiao is surrounded by blue flames. He holds a jade flute in his hand. His green clothes are fluttering. He also teases his hair, shakes his handsome face and smiles at Yun Shiyu.

Yun Shiyu has a disgusting expression. What she dislikes most is this kind of feminine and beautiful man. She is very disgusted in her heart and cries: "gold, beat him, beat him hard!"

Bixiao fairy King's face was ugly for a moment.

Qin Li nodded and said, "don't worry, don't fight to death!"

The king of Bixiao looked more and more gloomy: "arrogant guy, today I will let you know that heaven is high and earth is thick."

"Let you see me, burning jade fire!"

"The sea of fire

The cyan flame rose against the wind and turned into a billow flame. It gathered like a billow. There was a ready-made hot fire wave. The billows beat on the shore and swept down. The temperature was so high that the snow began to melt for several miles.

"There are different fires in the world, some challenges!"

"The wind blows and the snow blows!"

Qin Li's eyes are sharp. The paper blows down and pours out the sword Qi. It turns into a sharp wind. It cuts gold and jade and covers the whole world.

Compared with the ice blue wind from the plum blossom hermit, Qin Li's wind is golden, with high temperature and fire. At first glance, it looks like rows of golden knives fall to the ground, the fire light is splashing everywhere, and the power is fierce. Just one face is tearing the blue fire waves.

"How can it be? I'm a fairy king!" The king of Bixiao was scared, and he didn't have the slightest contempt any more. He was full of strength and played cuiyuxiao.

A tune of flute.

Its voice is whining, like resentment, like admiration, like crying, like complaint. It moves the jade fire and turns into a hundred Zhang fire tiger. It is ferocious and fierce. It roars like an autumn tiger and swallows Qin Li with the intention of killing the world.

"No!"

Yun Shiyu frowned: "although I don't like Bixiao fairy king, I have to admit his talent, especially his temperament. This song of autumn killing is a combination of fire and decisive killing, which is hard to resist by ordinary fairy kings. "

Mei Hua Ju Shi drank a mouthful of liquor and said with a smile: "it's just the right way. How can it be compared with the outside way? The victory or defeat has long been decided."

Words just fall.

Boom!

There was a violent explosion.

The blue fire tiger burst into pieces.

Qin Li's whole body is shining with gold, like the birth of a scorching sun, breaking through the green flame, imposing momentum. The plum blossom branch in my hand was dyed into gold, just like a golden branch, which was killing all over the place.

"What, it's all right!"

"Burning mountain fingerprints!"

In a panic, the king of Bixiao changed his moves quickly. His five fingers were empty, and the blue flame gathered into a five finger hand. It was as wide as a field. When he shot it down, the fire burst out, and a mountain could burn lava.

"I'm the only one!"

Qin Li was fearless and rushed up.

The branches in my hand glittered with gold and sent out a strong will. They even bloomed golden plum blossoms. They were brilliant, noble and gorgeous. With a kind of hot power, they were indomitable.

This is not the real plum blossom, but the amazing vision produced by the mixture of golden sword Qi and cold plum sword Qi.

Far away!

Yun Shiyu was very surprised

"Master, his plum blossom is different from you!"

The plum blossom hermit explained: "my pride is bloody, so it blooms. His pride is golden, so it blooms."

Cloud poem rain suddenly realized, can't help but curious asked: "elder, what color is my pride?"

"You have no pride!" The plum blossom resident laughed.

Cloud poem rain instantly heart.

On the battlefield.

Fire palm green, a shot and down.

Qin Li's golden plum blossoms are like entering a deserted land. One branch tears the huge flame palm, and the edge points directly at the king of Bixiao.

"No way!"

Bixiao fairy King panicked.

At a critical moment, he directly offered a tripod.

The body of the tripod is huge enough for one person. It is full of bronze color. It has four feet, two ears and a square belly. It is simple and heavy, grand and grand. There are many tadpole inscriptions on the surface and various animal reliefs, which are lifelike.

"Liupin baihuoding, gold is in trouble." It's not good for Yun Shiyu to cry in secret. Liupin Ding is a rare treasure. Its value is equal to Qipin ware. Its power is terrible. It's an assassin's mace.

indeed!

Dang!

Click——

There was a big bell.

The Golden branch points to the big tripod.

As a result, the golden branches broke and burst into powder.

Qin Li sighed: "ten days is too short. I haven't understood the meaning of the cold plum sword yet. If not, I would not be so embarrassed as if I could bless the branches, which is comparable to the six grade vessels."

The king of Bixiao was overjoyed: "ha ha, you've eaten it! My beast tripod is indestructible. Look at me smashing you into meat mud. "

Boom!

The tripod was smashed down.

It is like a meteor of iron and steel, carrying the momentum of great strength, surging the clouds to smash the force in the air and smash it straight down.

"The cold plum shakes the snow!" Qin Li was bathed in golden light. The golden fist was covered with plum blossoms. It was also surrounded by the fire. It had the beauty of combining hardness and softness. It directly bombarded and collided with the tripod of beasts.

Boom!

There was a big bang.

It directly triggered avalanches at several mountain peaks ten miles away.

And the golden fist fiercely resisted the beast cauldron, and also promoted a kind of strange strength. It was like beating cattle across the mountain, penetrating the cauldron and hitting the king of Bixiao.

"Poof!" As if he had been hit by an invisible fist, the king of Bixiao was spewing out blood. His five zang organs were injured and he was extremely frightened: "what kind of move can this shock my immortal power?"

"Kill you!"

Qin stands in the void and strides in splendor.

His breath is rising, just like a golden stove. His fighting power is frightening, and his eyes are shining. If you meet mu Yuege again, even if you don't use "Yinian wanjian Jue", you can still subdue her with several moves.

At the same time, Qin Li's strength reached a limit, touched an invisible barrier, behind which was the fairy king four products. This makes his blood surging, combined with the deep content of "Han Mei Jian Jing", he wants to break the limit and play an unprecedented power.

"Phoenix chop!"

Qin Li has a deep breath. Let's raise our hand.

The air of hardware and fire poured out and turned into a ten Zhang round blade, red as gold, thin as cicada wings. The phoenix pattern became more complicated and complicated, the feather roots were clear, and there was a golden plum tree, falling and blooming, especially gorgeous.

"Gold, don't be impulsive!"

Seeing this, Yun Shiyu gave a big drink.

The king of Bixiao is very important. If you kill him, the East fairy palace will not let Qin Li go. With the pursuit of nantianzong, there is little place for Qin Li in the world.

Pop!

A crisp sound.

Phoenix blade splits automatically.

The golden light is broken and the plum blossom is withered.

Qin Li looked at his hands, his face full of surprise.

For the rest of his life, he was sweating like a fish out of the water.

Cloud poetry rain quickly said: "Bixiao fairy king, what are you still doing? You've been beaten like this, and you don't roll far away."

The king of Bixiao felt that he had lost face and said, "Xiaoyu, this failure is just an accident. As a weapon refiner, I am weak in fighting, and I still have many important means to do it."

Yun Shiyu couldn't help but roll his eyes: "the five products of the fairy King were abused by the three products of the fairy king. Even if the tripod of beasts was sacrificed, it was still crushed. If it weren't for the large number of golden adults, you would have been different. So what face do you have to stay! "

A word will kill the heart.

Bixiao is full of Qi, but he has no choice but to leave with the tripod of beasts. Before he leaves, he does not forget to put cruel words: "the Taoist immortal king, please remember it for me!"

Qin Li didn't bother to pay attention to him. He fell in front of the hut and asked, "master, just now I tried to break the limit, but I found that my sword Qi was out of control, and the Phoenix blade broke up."

Cloud poem rain a Leng, originally is not Qin Li merciful.

"Looks like you've hit three or four barriers!"

The plum blossom hermit explained: "the nine grades of the Immortal King are roughly divided into three levels: the first three grades, the middle three grades and the last three grades. It's a process from the top three to the middle three, and it's very difficult. "

"There's no good way to cross this barrier." Qin Li asked.

Mei Hua Ju Shi shook his head and said, "it took me 300 years to become the king of immortals, but I've been stuck here for 700 years. There is no definite way to break through, only some conjectures and directions."

Qin Li's heart sank and he felt very difficult.

"Cough..."

The plum blossom resident coughed again.

Qin Li quickly helped him and said, "master, I have some six grade pills."

"Cough... No harm! Cough... "The more the plum blossom monk coughed, the more severe he was. He couldn't ease his drinking, and finally coughed up a pool of stinking black blood, including lung fragments.

"Cough..." the plum blossom resident coughed at last. He drew out his whole body violently. His eyes suddenly darkened, and he fainted on the ground.

"No!" Qin Li quickly felt the pulse for the hermit. When he touched his wrist, he was so scared that his eyes would stare out.

Cloud poem rain anxious way: "how, your facial expression is very ugly!"

Qin Li's lips trembled and he couldn't believe it

"Master, I'm dead!"