Chapter 480

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Yan Dazhi's flying sword is only a top-grade magic weapon. Although its quality is not as good as the gloves of Qian endless, it is still struggling violently after being pinched by Qian endless. With the "hiss" sound made by the fierce friction between the flying sword and the gold gloves, a green smoke rises slowly.

Qian endless's face changed slightly. He suddenly threw out the flying sword he held in his hand. The flying sword drew an arc three feet away, and then returned to Yan Dazhi's control again.

However, at this time, people saw that the tip of the flying sword previously held by the gold gloves had become much rougher, and the sword body was obviously damaged.

Qian wanwei easily gained the upper hand and damaged the other party's flying sword. He immediately mocked: "Tanxi sect is known as the first major gate of Xi county. Some people are even advocating that the first sect gate in Yuzhou will fall on Tanxi sect after shaking Tianzong. However, judging from the cultivation strength of Taoist Yan, Qian feels that the reputation of your sect is too unworthy of its name!"

This time, it seems that money endless has the upper hand, which also makes the friars in Yuzhou a little disappointed. At the same time, they despise Yan Dazhi, who is barely the earliest advanced friar among the three generations.

However, Yang Junshan knows that Yan Dazhi's real strength is not just revealed on the surface. His real card is Fu jianshuangxiu!

Sure enough, at the moment when Yang Junshan's thought had just fallen, Yan Dazhi snorted coldly. A group of true gang of his life condensed on his head and turned into a cyan gold talisman. Countless cyan gold rays scattered from the talisman, each turned into a sword and melted into a slightly damaged flying sword in the air.

The origin of Zhengang's outward incarnation is far from the ability of Qingshu immortal to manifest all things, but it can only be achieved by completely transforming the spiritual power in his body into vigorous Qi. That is to say, Yan Dazhi's cultivation has reached the peak of Huagang realm at this time.

With the blessing of this life talisman, Yan Dazhi's damaged flying sword suddenly gave out a soft sound, and a bright sword light burst out from the sword body and stabbed Qian's endless chest.

Qian endless's face had changed when he put his life talisman outside Yan Dazhi. At this time, he could see the sword light coming. He dared to connect it with the gold gloves in his hand, and hurried to fly with his hands. A little gold light burst out from his fingers and collided with the flying sword light.

Zheng, Zheng, Zheng

If there was a sound of metal and iron ringing in the air, Yan Dazhi's golden hand could not stop the coming sword, although it kept delaying the flying sword.

At the critical moment, Qian endless burst out. The gold that had originally extended to the forearms of both hands continued to extend backward until half of the rear arms of both hands were turned into gold arms, and then the hands held falsely. In the middle of the air, the two hands of vitality were formed, grasping the flying sword in one fell swoop, and countless bits of vitality light fell from the "creak" sound.

Then Qian endless blocked the sword, but he didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief. He heard a burst of exclamation from the people watching the war around him. Qian endless said a bad secret, but a killing intention had been firmly locked in the back of his head.

The killing intention was so close that Qian endless stood there and didn't dare to move at all. The vigorous hands and swords in front of him all dispersed. However, Yan Dazhi stood with his hands down and looked at him with a trace of irony.

Looking back slightly, he saw that the flying sword hurt by his gold digger was hovering three feet behind his head. Once he dared to make a change, the flying sword could stab a pair on his head in an instant.

"Taoist friend Qian, I'll accept it!" Yan Dazhi smiled.

Qian endless snorted coldly, flashed an angry color on his face, and walked towards his own shed without saying a word.

Before Qian wanwei returned to the shed, one person could not help standing up. Yang Junshan followed his reputation and his face suddenly coagulated. However, he saw that the person who got up was not someone else. It was the sword repair disciple of the wind snow sword sect who had previously formed a beam outside the shaking Tianfeng mountain and had fought outside the yuanci mountain.

When the man got up, he also stared at Yang Junshan and didn't restrain his naked killing intention. However, Yang Junshan didn't care about him. When the two were in the same perfect realm, if he hadn't escaped quickly, he would have almost fallen into Yang Junshan's hands. This time, they both advanced to the real world. He wouldn't challenge him. Once he was forced to fight, Yang Junshan is also confident of defeating this man again.

Knowing that there was a festival between the two, Song Wei and Ying Yishang looked at Yang Junshan for the first time, but they saw that Yang Junshan looked flat and could not see anything from his expression.

At this time, the disciple of Fengxue sword sect was already standing in the school field, slightly bowed his hand to immortal Qingshu, and said: "Yue mobing, the younger disciple of Fengxue sword sect, has long heard the name of immortal Song Wei, the true disciple of your sect for three generations. It is the first disciple of your sect for three generations. Today, I'd like to ask immortal song for advice."

Yang Junshan looked stunned. He obviously didn't expect to win the tears. Chen Ji, who was standing on the high platform, inadvertently flashed a look of worry on his face. People looked at Song Wei one after another, but saw that Song Wei was also slightly stunned. Then they stood up and said, "Su Daoyou is the first true legend of Nailiang state. Song is weak. Please show mercy to Su Daoyou!"

Yue mobing smiled and said, "don't worry, I'll show mercy."

These words were arrogant, and the children of the shaking Tianzong who watched the war in the distance denounced one after another. Song Wei was a little angry no matter how well he was restrained. After the end, he said coldly: "in that case, please give me advice from Taoist Su!"

Yue mobing sneered and didn't say much. He pointed to the formula in his hand, and a sword flew out of his sleeve silently and straight to Song Wei's chest.

This means of going straight into Zhonggong is obviously to have absolute confidence in his own strength. Similarly, it is also a contempt for Song Wei's own strength.

Song Wei was despised again and again. It was inevitable that he was angry. He saw that the other party had such a frontal attack. He was also competitive. He sacrificed the top-grade magic weapon in his hand and tried his best to hit the flying sword.

Chen Ji took a step forward, but suddenly he felt a sharp look staring at him. When he looked down the eyes of the visitor, he saw a monk with calm temperament and the same dress as Yue mobing smiling and nodding to him.

Monk JUGANG territory, immortal Chen Ji was surprised. Fengxue sword sect is worthy of being the first sect in Liangzhou. Some of the three generations of disciples have advanced to JUGANG territory.

Chen Ji was only concerned about the safety of the disciples of the sect. He had no intention to interfere in the fighting. The friar of the Fengxue sword sect obviously understood this and quickly took his eyes back. At this time, under the fierce attack of Yue mobing, Song Wei was losing ground and completely fell into the disadvantage.

Although Song Wei is the first advanced real person among Zhang Yueming and Ning bin, in fact, when it comes to strength, he is almost the worst of the three.

In the face of Yue mobing's repeated provocations, if he could calm down and deal with it in a way of fighting, it might make the scene better. Unfortunately, after winning the opponent's fierce generals, the two sides shook each other with hard bridges and hard horses, which was attacking each other's strengths with their own shortcomings for Song Wei, who was not strong enough. The situation of fighting soon became a one-sided situation.

Yue mobing had the upper hand, and his moves became more and more fierce. At this time, Song Wei had taken care of one thing and lost the other, and there were many dangers, which made the disciples of shaking Tianzong cry out from time to time and sweat for him.

At this time, when Yang Junshan's Yu Guang swept away, Chen Ji, the real man, calmed down.

Yang Junshan is a little puzzled. Is it difficult for Song Wei to turn over the market under such circumstances?

At this time, Yue mobing, who had reached the peak of excitement in the competition, shouted: "go down!"

Countless sword lights wandering in the school field, with his loud drink, condensed into a huge lightsaber in the air and cut off towards Song Wei from top to bottom.

Yue mobing obviously didn't stay, and his face was still cruel and excited. If this blow was really implemented, Song Wei would at least be badly hurt.

However, seeing that Yue mobing was about to succeed, a large umbrella suddenly appeared on Song Wei's head. Countless sword lights fell, but Song Wei advanced and broke and bounced. Although Song Wei held the nine palace umbrella to block Yue mobing's thunder blow, his great strength still penetrated into his body through the medium-sized spirit instrument in his hand, and a mouthful of blood was ejected from his internal organs.

Yue mobing's sword light converged, his eyes stared at the umbrella in Song Wei's hand, and said reluctantly: "middle grade guard spirit guard!"

"Cough," Song Wei said with a pale face, "Su Daoyou has high cultivation. Song is not an opponent!"

Song Wei has already conceded defeat, and Yue Mo is about to return with a cold hum. Two disciples of qiantianzong quickly come to the school to help Song Wei, but Song Wei politely refuses and insists on walking on.

Yue mobing is not competing at all, but to kill!

Zhang Yueming looked cold and solemn. He suddenly stood up, but he heard immortal Zhu Barong scold him: "what are you doing? Do you want to fight in wheels? Sit down!"

Zhang Yueming looked colder and colder. He looked at Yue mobing with a sneer in the distance, and sat back on the platform without saying a word.

At this time, another monk came out of the shed where the monks from other states were located. This is the real person Zeng Qichang, a disciple of Qianhu sect of Sangzhou who was the first to make provocations at the banquet.

Zeng Qichang arched his hand towards the Qingshu immortal on the stage and said with a smile: "Zeng Qichang, the descendant of Qianhu sect, I think you have recognized him. Sangzhou, where Qianhu sect is located, is in the south of Yuzhou, adjacent to Zhang and Yao counties of Yuzhou. I'd like to hear that the largest sect gate of Wenzhang and Yao counties is Tianlang gate and Kailing sect. Therefore, I'd like to ask the real friars of these two sects for advice."

The ice wolf stood up and shouted, "why, you are so big, do you want to challenge me and Fang Daoyou?"

Zeng Qichang smiled and said, "if the ice wolf Taoist friend feels that his strength is poor, it's all right to join hands with Fang Taoist friend!"

"Arrogance," said the ice wolf angrily, "let me meet you for a while to see how much weight you have!"