Zhou Hongyong's face changed and he scolded a madman in his heart. This guy showed that he would rather resist the attack of several people and hurt himself, even if he would die together.

At this time, Zhou Hongyong didn't understand why he had just started scolding Zhao Jiuge again and again. Zhao Jiuge didn't respond. It was obvious that he had just decided to die.

Thinking of this, Zhou Hongyong did not care about the dispersion of his mind and delayed the arrangement of the spirit array. Instead, he tried his best to output the defense of the great sun immortal bell, the holder of the spiritual power.

In this blind between, Zhao Jiuge has stepped forward, two people are not a foot apart, Zhou Hongyong can clearly see Zhao Jiuge that ferocious face of the sneer.

The sword tip of "Hanming" was pushed forward by hand. With Zhou Hongyong's pupil constantly widening, it directly bombarded Zhou Hongyong's noumenon.

Zhou Hongyong can't be hurt by sword Qi, which is also expected by Zhao Jiuge. His original intention at the beginning was to attack Zhou Hongyong with his own flying sword, just to try the power of the best spirit weapon flying sword.

Even though Zhou Hongyong was protected by two layers of light curtain, Zhou Hongyong's skin had already faintly felt the tingling sensation of his skin. Even at this time, Zhou Hongyong still did not give up the spirit array that had been arranged before, but gnawed his teeth and fought hard. He was still expecting to resist the sword and wait for the arrival of the rescue of the rest of the people. But it was this mistake, No He gave up arranging the spirit array and defended with all his strength, which led to his dismal ending.

"Click..."

When "Hanming" pierces into the yellow light curtain, the sharp and sharp air around the sword directly stirs, and the light curtain on the outermost layer is directly fragmented.

After a short time, it pierced into the second layer of light curtain, and the light curtain with a slightly lighter color did not hold on, and the time for breathing also broke.

Zhou Hongyong's pupils shrank. He felt as if he had been pricked by a needle. The flowing sword Qi was visible to the naked eye. This time, Han Ming, holding the best spirit weapon, directly swept the defense of the big sun immortal clock. It would be hard to think of changing it into a general spirit weapon flying sword.

Zhou Hongyong's scalp felt numb, and he felt pain all over his body. Zhou Hongyong knew that Zhao Jiuge, who had been despised by himself, had undergone earth shaking changes in his overall strength after these months. So far, he had to look up to him.

"Puchi..."

The next moment, the six foot long "cold hell" directly penetrated Zhou Hongyong's chest, and the blood donation dyed the ink colored long shirt he was wearing. It looked like a Chimonanthus mume just painted on it. It was desolate and beautiful.

"Don't you say that if you are not convinced, what can I do with you. Now you know. "

Zhao Jiuge moved his head forward a little, said in a cold tone, a pair of eyes looked at Zhou Hongyong without emotion because of his pain and distorted facial features.

Zhou Hongyong's eyes were wide and his lips moved, but he didn't say anything, and his consciousness only stayed at this moment.

With these words, Zhao Jiuge pulled out the "cold Ming" in his hand, raised his right foot, bent his knee, and then pushed it hard. Zhou Hongyong was like a dead grass floating in the air, and then fell to the ground. After several convulsions, he had no movement. His whole breath was depressed. It seemed that he was not dead.

Fortunately, Zhao Jiuge did not lose his calmness in his anger, but stabbed a sword into his chest. If this sword stabbed into the elixir field and hurt the elixir, then Zhou Hongyong's whole life would be useless.

Watching the disciples looked at each other, did not expect to start, Zhou Hongyong so life and death is unknown, now no one dares to say bad things about Zhao Jiuge, because he has proved himself with his strength, and this time with Zhou Hongyong last time is more neat, obviously the strength has a leap.

On the white jade stairs, Du Jun's face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water, but he didn't say a word.

Zhou Hongyong, who was seriously injured, was naturally carried down and treated as soon as possible. However, although people can be cured, the shadow left by this act of slapping on the face can not be dissipated in a day or two.

"Zhao Jiuge's attack is too cruel. The disciples of the sect can't fight each other. Even if Zhou Hongyong is good, he will delay half a year's practice." Changfeng elder frowned and said with a displeased look. He didn't like Zhao Jiuge. Naturally, he would not miss any chance to aim at it.

The other people's expressions are different. Except for Zhang Xu's snickering, most of them are more concerned about the situation in the field.

"This is not a dead hand, don't worry, we have so many people here, if we can still die, then we will live so many years in vain, let them continue to play, we do not disturb it." Xiaofeng long old man does not twist, light said, although the voice is very light, but with a sense of dignity.

Changfeng elder immediately closed his mouth wisely. He had made up his mind not to speak much. It seems that today Xiaofeng elder has been gently protecting Zhao Jiuge. He simply focuses on his apprentice Wang Yong.

"Smile fart, this is just the beginning. Don't forget we have a Fang Qiwen in xuanqifeng. You'd better take care of your two disciples."Perhaps because the smile on Zhang Xu's face has never subsided, Du Jun finally couldn't help but scold a few words. The thought that his only apprentice ranking in the top thought that this way was defeated, the unhappiness between his eyebrows became more intense.

At the moment, Zhang Xu's face was still smiling, because he was in a good mood and didn't bother to pay attention to Du Jun. Guo Liangliang and Chen Hailong were his apprentices. How could he not be happy? This time, he expected his two disciples to show their faces for him.

At this time, the situation in the field has changed, and people can't help but be excited. After Zhao Jiuge severely damaged Zhou Hongyong, the crisscross sword spirit released by the other four people behind him has already rushed to the ground.

In the face of the strong sword spirit, Zhao Jiuge naturally felt something. Facing this unavoidable situation, he naturally knew that Zhao Jiuge had already weighed the advantages and disadvantages in the moment when he stabbed the flying sword into Zhou Hongyong's body.

The eight grade elixir has been quietly suspended in the void above Zhao Jiuge's head. No matter how he moves, he always follows the floating.

Fang Qiwen's sword Qi has already blinked. When it comes to tearing Zhao Jiuge's body, a purple and blue aura is pouring out. The aura is mixed with thunder and roar.

Although previously Zhao Jiuge gave up the defense preparation, but naturally will not be silly enough to allow others to attack, wearing purple extremely mixed thunder armor immediately played his power.

Those fierce swords were instantly submerged in the thunder of purple mixed thunder armor, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Jiuge had turned around, and the "cold hell" in his hand was already glowing.

In the face of the joint efforts of all the people, even Zhao Jiuge knows that he has no great chance to win, and the more he drags on, the more unfavorable he will be. If he wants to seize this small chance of victory, he has to use the momentum of thunder to solve several people. Otherwise, even if he has eight grade elixir and faces five elixir realms, and all of them have several spiritual weapons, they are so pale and powerless.

Obviously, Zhao Jiuge is still in charge of everything at present. He has made full use of the characteristics of the spirit weapon directly. However, the only regret in my heart is that the spirit weapon can only play its power when it is in the yuanyingjing.

Now Zhao Jiuge has made a qualitative leap in his understanding of Xuantian sword resolution. Naturally, he is no weaker than these inner disciples. With the instinctive power of "Hanming" in his hand, Zhao Jiuge can still keep up with the sword spirit of the four, but this is only temporary.

After dissolving the sword Qi of the four people, the aura inside his body completely rolled. Zhao Jiuge, who was concentrating on promoting the golden dragon, did not find that the dark black jade pendant on the waist of the black robe suddenly brightened.

This time the brightness is more obvious than the previous several times. However, it is covered by the glittering brilliance in the field. When the jade pendant is lit up, it shows the breath of magic weapon!

However, with the sound of the Dragon chanting, the light of the jade pendant suddenly converged, and the breath that had just been revealed suddenly dissipated, and all of a sudden it returned to the normal appearance before.

The Dragon roared and glittered.

It's Zhao Jiuge's decision to become famous, and Jinwen Youlong, but with his entrance to the sect, he has cultivated from two to four, and each time's competition increases the number.

When the four golden dragons perched in the air, the sound of dragon chanting was interwoven with each other, sending out a deafening sound. The momentum completely shocked some disciples.

Time is victory, and it is often decided to win or lose in the blink of an eye. Naturally, Zhao Jiuge would not make such mistakes. As soon as the four golden dragons appeared, Zhao Jiuge urged them to launch an attack.

Seeing the four golden dragons, Fang Qiwen saw the power of the Golden Dragon last time, so he immediately took precautions without hesitation.

As soon as Wang Yong saw the Jinwen Youlong and felt the smile in his heart, he gave up the attack and defended decisively.

Guo long was dazzled by the moment when he was looking at Chen Hailiang. However, he was still dazzled by his preparation.

When Guo Liangliang and Fang Qiwen reacted, it was too late to take measures.

The corner of her mouth in the distance has subconsciously hung up with a smile. Seeing Zhao Jiuge's practice controlling the situation of the scene, she knows that the younger martial brother should win without any accident.

Meimu looks at the young man deeply. She can't help but think of how she saw her younger brother in Qingrong town for the first time. Then she sighs in her eyes. Unconsciously, she has grown up and is making great progress in all aspects. She is already old.

In the palm of her long white tender's right hand, she tied red Ling and kept playing with a transparent sword which was only the size of a finger. The whole sword was crystal clear, some of which were similar to the three sword Qi marks given to Zhao Jiuge by the Wanyue. However, the transparent sword was not aggressive and was purely a symbolic object.

It's the seal that only the chief disciple of Xuantian Jianmen can wear. It's changed every two hundred years. So the seal of Xuantian Jianmen has been handed down to many hands. Before long, the seal that has been with her for 200 years will be handed over to his younger martial brother.I don't know why, tied red Ling looked at the scene that heroic and elegant posture, eyes have a brief blurred appearance.

"I have not been born to a king."

"Jun Sheng, I am old."

"Hate is not born at the same time."

"Good day with you."

Wu Tianshan's eyes jumped, his face changed greatly, and his expression of fright appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, a terrible conjecture appeared in his heart!

Even tie Hongling doesn't know why she suddenly has such an idea. Maybe it is because Qingxiu, who has been alone for many years, is too lonely. Maybe it is because of Zhao Jiuge's green and delicate smile for the first time.

Zhao Yufeng is too lazy to get along with her, because she doesn't want to get along with her.

As long as occasionally can look at that figure a good, perhaps in the heart just to be able to have a kind of dependence sustenance!

However, the unexpected situation in the field did not stop because of this small episode.

A few muffled noises suddenly came out of the field.

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