Chapter 1107

Monk Wuxin held a pestle to subdue demons and closed his hands. He recited the Vajra Sutra silently. A touch of golden light flashed on his body, and a faint aroma of incense filled his body.

Ye Feng, who watched the battle in the distance, looked awe inspiring. As soon as the monk came up, he used incense to bless his internal power. He really wanted to kill him.

Jiang Yixue looked around curiously: "who is burning incense? Where is the fragrance?" Yi is anxious to remind her that the fragrance of the river is anxious, but she has to be careful. You should quickly improve your internal power and get rid of the suppression of incense wish power, or your mood will be affected and unable to resist. "

Incense wish? Suppress yourself and make yourself unable to resist?

Jiang Yixue didn't believe it. Suddenly, she felt like a mountain rising in front of her. She felt a sense of pressure that made her breathless and confused. She really wanted to give up all resistance.

Fortunately, after hearing Ye Feng's warning, his whole body's internal power surged wildly, and the poisonous insect on his wrist realized that his master was threatened and woke up from hibernation.

A wisp of internal force, rising from the Dantian, made her gradually confused will become sober.

Seeing Jiang Yixue's eyes become dull, the martial heart monk's mouth shows a sneer, knowing that she has been suppressed by the desire of incense, this is the best time to kill her.

He felt the expansion of the real power in his body and the blessing of incense and fire wish power, which made his internal power at least rise to the level of the early stage of the prefecture level. He held up the demonic pestle and smashed Jiang Yixue with the overwhelming force.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry, little sister. Who let you be Ye Feng's girlfriend? Don't blame me after you die. If you want to blame your boyfriend, I'll take revenge for my younger martial brother."

Outside the challenge arena, bursts of exclamation, sister Jiang Yuxin, LAN ling'er, worry about Jiang Yixue, Jiang Yuxin shouts: "elder sister, be careful."

Jiang Yixue tries his best to calm down and abruptly retreats. He takes off his family under the pressure of Wanjun, which makes Wuxin monk smash in the air.

The magic subduing pestle smashed on the challenge arena, banging up a string of sparks, and smashed the ring cast by refined steel into a concave piece.

Wu Xin monk's hands were numb with shock. He was surprised. His incense wish had suppressed Jiang Yixue's consciousness. He didn't expect that she would retreat at the last moment.

He snorted coldly. It seems that the girl has two sons. She can't kill you quickly. She will let you die under the pestle of my eighteen ways subduing demons.

He danced the magic subduing pestle into a light curtain and wrapped Jiang Yixue in it. However, he was surprised to find that the magic subduing pestle was going to hit Jiang Yixue, but Jiang Yixue always dodged away first.

Jiang Yixue quickly flashed the misty rain sword technique that Ye Feng taught him in his mind, looking for a way to deal with the 18 way demon subduing pestle.

In her eyes, the big monk's weapon is very powerful. Unfortunately, his action is a little slow. If he is faster, he will hit himself.

She even thought naively, is the monk unwilling to hurt himself and intentionally slow down?

Wu Xin monk can't bear to hurt her, but Jiang Yixue has soaked in Earth Spirit milk and transformed herself. She has improved the sensitivity of her body and senses. There is an illusion that Wu Xin monk deliberately slows down her speed.

The first move of Yanyu sword technique is breeze and drizzle, the second is Jiangnan drizzle

Jiang Yixue holds a flying sword in his hand. His posture is elegant and moving, and his wrist is light. He looks like a beautiful woman scattering flowers. He dances seven or eight sword flowers, which are colorful.

Yanyu sword technique is a sword technique created by Gui Wuyuan, a mysterious man. Ye Feng only taught Jiang Yixue some simple sword techniques. Its changes are mysterious and unpredictable. When it is strong, it is powerful and powerful.

On the surface, the sword light is indifferent, just like the light rain in the sky. The breeze is light, with a bit of lingering spring. But when monk Wuxin is killing and pressing step by step, the drizzle flying in the sky suddenly turns into a cold light all over the sky, wrapping the monk Wuxin in it.

Chi, Chi, Chi, Chi, a dazzling sword light flashed. Monk Wuxin stood on the challenge arena with his half cut magic subduing pestle in his hand.

His pestle for subduing demons was cast by ten thousand years of cold iron. If the Puneng sword was cut on it, it would only leave a shallow trace, and it would not be cut off at all.

The sword in Jiang Yixue's hand not only cuts off his demon subduing pestle, but also cuts out blood drenched, earthworm like sword marks on his strong arms, and white flower bones can be seen.

He didn't know that this flying sword was made of ten thousand year old cold iron and star shaped steel. It was extremely sharp. It also injected seven layers of powerful attack array, which enhanced the powerful attack power.

Jiang Yixue didn't want to kill people. She was kind-hearted, so she showed tenderness in the Yanyu sword technique. She just stabbed the monk Wuxin. Otherwise, when she closed the sword tightly, it was not the magic pestle but the martial heart monk who broke it.

The blood flowed from his arms to the ground. The martial heart monk tried to endure the pain and asked in a voice of disbelief: "Stinky girl, what evil sword techniques did you use? How could this happen?"

Seeing martial heart monk's arms full of sword marks, Jiang Yixue couldn't bear to see that he had hurt him. Beautiful eyes had a trace of pity and guilt: "I'm sorry, I just learned this sword technique. I don't know it's so powerful. Next time, I'll take it easy."If you just learned the sword technique, you can seriously hurt yourself. Do you still say that you will do it lightly next time? This is a great shame. I'm really angry. Monk Wuxin is angry and painful. He screams. His eyes are black and he faints.

The monk of Xuankong Temple, who was watching the battle nearby, ran over quickly, took the hemostatic gold wound medicine, smeared it on monk Wuxin's wound, and carried him off the challenge arena with a stretcher.

The whole top of Huashan Mountain is silent. No one thought that Jiang Yixue could use his sword to smash the Wuxin monk, and even cut the demon subduing pestle made of ten thousand years of cold iron into two pieces like tofu.

All the people are in awe of Jiang Yixue. Those who always want to eat her bean curd give up the idea and think it's safe to stay away from this little girl.

Zen master Zhikong on the rostrum showed a trace of regret. He had great hope for monk Wuxin to win the first place in Xuan level group. He did not expect to be defeated by Jiang Yixue.

Yue Zhuoqun looked at Jiang Yixue on the challenge arena in surprise. He didn't care who hurt whom. Instead, he was salivating at the flying sword in Jiang Yixue's hand. How powerful is this small sword? Is this sword forged? Is it also one of the inheritance of the naive master?

Even Mr. Mo Da, who has been sitting there without showing any voice or color, doubts and looks at Jiang Yixue. He is not only curious about the flying sword, but also very curious about Jiang Yixue's sudden use of the sword. This sword technique seems familiar, but also very strange.

Lu Changlao reluctantly announced: "Wuxin monk defeated, Jiang Yixue won, Jiang Yixue entered the third round of competition."