Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 147: An angry shot

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Being able to cultivate to this point proves that Zhen Yan is not an ordinary person, no matter her character or aptitude is naturally not too bad, when Zhen Yan saw Zhao Jiuge's so decisive, she immediately fell silent, and he also had His pride, since he knew that Zhao Jiuge would not let go, why should he continue to have a good word with Zhao Jiuge, he might as well let go and prepare to work hard.

Thinking of this, the corner of Zhen Yan's eyes quietly looked at the situation. The three in the vicinity in a yellow monk robe were calm and peaceful, as if the battle in the field had nothing to do with him.

On the other side, Zhou Hongyong, who was very exhausted, saw that the situation in the field was stable, he immediately sat down cross-legged and swallowed the pill that he had brought from the sect. At this moment, his face was pale and his whole body looked sluggish. Failure to recover, that is the consequence of the continuous release of several spiritual formations.

The wound heavier than him is naturally that he has been firmly guarding Zhou Hongyong. Wang Yong, who is in front of him, is full of various wounds in his sword robe, overflowing with a lot of blood stains, and his own breath is like nothing. , As if the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, the last breath left at any time will disappear in smoke.

The Jiulian and Zhang Ping persuaded to squat down, swallowing pills for Wang Yong from time to time, and instilled their spiritual power from time to time, nourishing the injured meridians in Wang Yong's body, because at this moment, Wang Yong breathed in. It was too weak, so Zhang Pingquan and Jiulian didn't dare to act rashly and let Wang Yong crush the jade symbols and send them out.

Perhaps Zhou Hongyong wants to use the spiritual formation, and Zhang Pingquan and Jiulian are girls, Wang Yong was alone in the forefront of the previous fight, suffering the violent storm, although Wang Yong was a little arrogant in his daily life. , But I have to admit that when the fight came, the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect were still relatively united.

Xiaguang Peak.

When everyone heard Zhao Jiuge’s cold expression, killing intent, and the words that he said, the atmosphere suddenly became weird, and then his complexion changed a little, and they looked at Su San, and then again. Look at the waning moon elders and others.

Dare to say this blatantly, Zhao Jiuge is indeed dazzled by hatred, but he never cares about the thoughts of so many people. He wants to kill Zhen Yan, so he kills if he wants to kill. After all, his sword practice, What is exquisite is to do what you want.

It's just that in the previous martial arts competitions, even though the two sides had grievances with each other, they both fought and made it clear that they would kill each other, but they would not go straight like Zhao Jiuge.

So as soon as Zhao Jiuge said this, everyone thought it was a bit weird. I wanted to see the reaction of the top leaders on both sides, because the chief disciple is not an ordinary disciple, you kill it. A chief disciple, a natural representative The face of a sect also represents a kind of inheritance. If you are killed so easily, wouldn't it be that the sect’s face is lost and proves that your sect is incompetent, so the general chief disciple has many life-saving means and treasures bestowed by the sect.

In previous martial arts competitions, no matter how dimly they were killed, ordinary disciples were killed or injured, but the chief disciple never fell. The only time was the fall of Chasing Hong Ling. In order to save the disciple, he was killed by Wan Daozong. Et al.

"Hmph, Huangkou'er, do you think that you have strength, you can be defiant, don't care about anyone, think that everyone is so easy to kill."

Su San smiled contemptuously, his own disciples knew that even if they couldn't beat two, self-protection was still more than enough. There was no such easy fall. According to his identity, he shouldn't have met a junior, but Zhao Jiuge The arrogant tone made him a little angry.

"It's not ashamed to say, today I want to see how you kill me, even so, I will drag you to death."

The clay figurines have three points of anger, not to mention Zhen Yan, in front of so many people in the world, his heart is naturally more angry, since he can’t escape, it’s useless to say good things, it’s better to fight hard. Afterwards, Zhen Yan's words became a little agitated.

Yes, until now, Zhen Yan is completely suffocated by the fire. He is a monk in the realm of transforming gods, and he has fallen to this point. According to his imagination, this martial arts competition is the most The person with the brilliance is him, but this idea has changed with the appearance of Zhao Jiuge. The most important thing is that the waste of Xu Zhu, Ye Aotian and Jiang Fuding has made him now a dilemma.

"Oh? It's easy for me to beat you alone, but I can't kill you. But if I join forces with my senior sister, how long do you think you can resist?"

Zhao Jiuge raised his brows first, and then took a deep look at Zhen Yan, somewhat casually said.

Zhen Yan suddenly became silent when she heard the words, her eyes seemed to be a little fire-breathing, and she was already a little reluctant to deal with a gauze. If another Zhao Jiuge came, he would be unable to parry, if he was not a last resort, how could he go desperately? No one in the world is not afraid of death, and no one can face death calmly.

Zhen Yan took a deep breath, no one wants to die, but when someone persecutes you, the meaning becomes completely different, not to mention that you have not yet played against each other, and the specific situation is still unclear, in full view of the world. , Even if he was weak in his heart, he couldn't lose their face in the Valley of Beasts on the surface.

On Xiaguang Peak, the group of people saw that this posture did not seem to be a game of play. Seeing that killing air spread, many people thought that Zhen Yan would really fall into the fairyland of dreams. Then he would have become the first fallen disciple of the realm of transforming gods in history.

Even Su San couldn't help but look a little ugly at this moment. His previous words were naturally the disdain of several senior members of the Xuantian Sword Sect.

Now this year's martial arts tournament, the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect finally struggled, and their elders followed suit, and seemed to have even straightened their waists a lot.

Don’t Zhen Yan killed their disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. Even if they didn’t kill him, what if Zhao Jiuge wanted to kill him Zhen Yan? Anyway, in the realm of Dream Immortal, this is not a violation of the rules, even if they provoke the sky. Big things, there are also their old people who resist, and the meaning of their old guys' existence is not that way? If they can't protect the calf and their existence, then what is the meaning of their old guys? Where is their old face? .

Su San’s face was uncertain, and he thought to himself, is it possible that his most distressed disciple is really in danger of falling, watching Sasha and Zhao Jiuge who are slowly coming forward, Su San feels a little irritable inexplicably. However, there is a fairyland of dreams in there, even if his cultivation is as high as the Taoyuan realm, he is helpless in the face of this situation.

With an uneasy mood, Su San continued to watch the situation in the Profound Light Mirror, thinking that the chief disciples of the other three holy places had been withdrawn, and now only his apprentice was left, Su San glanced around with a bit of discomfort. A few people, but the few people next to them were all attracted by the three swordsmen in the realm of Mengmeng Immortal, how could they care about Su San's impatient gaze.

Within the fairy dreams.

The'Han Ming' in Zhao Jiu's singer, the faint halo on the surface, looming, is obviously ready to bloom the toughest blow at any time, and his pace is slow, but he is particularly regular and constantly moving towards With Zhen Yan moving forward slowly.

Feeling Zhao Jiuge’s actions, Sasha moved more tacitly, but looking at the posture as if he was fighting for Zhao Jiuge, Zhenyan had already experienced the previous Shasha’s greatness, even if he did. Now I don't understand why the sharpness contained in the sword intent for a young girl is so sharp.

Zhen Yan's body is tight, and the surface is not moving like a mountain. In fact, her heart is moving fast, thinking about how he should deal with it once he starts his hands. After all, his own strength is not that strong, he can only watch My own spiritual power and the power of the spirit beast, as for my own means, other than controlling the spirit beast, there is nothing more to it. In the end, you may also be able to use the power of the magic weapon. This is a common problem of beast repair, otherwise Sasha did not. With his own strength, he will force Zhen Yan and the spirit beast.

The spirit beast in front of Zhen Yan is crawling, with its head slightly low, and its limbs tightly gripped on the ground, ready to accumulate energy to give Zhao Jiuge a blow at any time, this Zhen Yan's life spirit beast keeps emitting The deep roar seems to have also felt Sasha and the sharp sword intent on Zhao Jiuge's body, but this kind of breath brought no threat to it.

"Boom..."

Perhaps the atmosphere in the air is too depressive. Looking at Zhao Jiuge and Sasha walking slowly, Zhen Yan couldn't bear the pressure. She decided to act first. Anyway, he has already decided. In the game, once you find an opportunity, you will smash the jade talisman, or even if you have a chance to escape, then you will smash the jade talisman after you escape. Anyway, as long as you can save this life, you can give up the life spirit beast that gets along with you day and night at the critical moment.

"Brother, you come first or me first."

Seeing that Zhen Yan has begun to mobilize her spiritual power and ready to do it, Sasha couldn't help but smile.

The breeze blowing on the face, the blue silk swaying with gauze, this made Zhao Jiuge feel a little bit, as if he saw the appearance of gauze swaying two croissant braids in the past. Now this martial arts competition, he himself After all the limelight, the whole world thought he was the chief disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect, a dignified sacred place, but in fact, only he knew in his heart that all this was deliberately given to him by this senior sister, otherwise it was revealed by the senior sister. I am afraid that even he will have to be eclipsed by the light of the senior sister.

"Let me first, Senior Sister, you will take a break first, Zhen Yan will give it to me, Spirit Beast·Give it to you, you must not leave Zhen Yan today." Zhao Jiuge also smiled back, and the killing intent in his eyes became more intense. Nong, in Zhao Jiuge's mind, even if she kills Zhen Yan ten times, she won't be cold as wind.

The cold light flashed, and the "Han Ming" in the singer Zhao Jiu moved, and a sword aura directly waved out and shot towards Zhen Yan.

"Roar..."

At this moment, the natal spirit beast in front of Zhen Yan suddenly jumped forward after feeling the chill.