Su Yiwen Lingzhao

Su Yi felt very happy.

This battle made him feel a long-lost sense of blood, and his fighting spirit seemed to be ignited.

In the past battles, most of them were broken with one sword.

And now, although Jinghe has just broken through, he is still a land fairy, and Su Yi finally found some fun in fighting.

Jian Xiu was born to fight and fight.

If there is no battle, how to sharpen the sword?

See—

Su Yi in battle is like a savage and unruly immortal, dancing swords wildly and in high spirits.

In his hand, Xuanwu sword clanged loudly, chanted in a low voice, full of killing sounds, every sword qi cut out, or fell like a galaxy Roll, overturned.

Or the sword is clear and turbid, cruising the ten directions.

or…

The profound meaning of the Sword Sutra of Great Joy was vividly interpreted by Su Yi in battle.

To the end of the fight, Su Yi's mind was immersed in it, and his spirit and spirit were harmonious and accessible. release.

In contrast, the young monk Jinghe, as the battle progressed, his face became solemn.

At the end, there was an uncontrollable look of surprise on his eyebrows.

Jinghe, who had just broken through the border, was originally smug, thinking that he could easily take down Su Yi and his party.

Who would have thought that just Su Yi, a young Wuzong, would hold him back!

Let him use his unique skills, perform ultimate moves, and even use many Buddhist supernatural powers, but without exception, they were all resolved by Su Yi.

If it hadn't been confirmed again and again in battle, Su Yi was indeed a master at the second level of cultivation. monster!

Jing He felt even more incredible. As the battle progressed, Su Yi's kendo power became more and more fierce and terrifying.

To this day, it even made him feel the pressure, and the pressure is still growing!

How is this possible?

Is this guy still human?

When did such a monster appear in Dazhou?

Could it be said that this son is an old monster born from robbing her?

A series of doubts poured into Jinghe's mind and lingered.

NO!

No more!

Jinghe realized that if this fighting situation is not changed, this time it is very likely that the ship will capsize in the gutter.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth sharply, and a stern look appeared in his eyes.

"Congeal!"

The momentum of Jinghe changed, and the golden Buddha fire all over his body soared like a boiling, it seemed to extract all the energy and spirit of the whole body, all poured into the Xue Liang Jie Dao in his hand .

Boom!

The hall trembled, whether it was Ning Siji and others, or the old monk with white eyebrows and others, they were keenly aware of this moment. Like a traction, they frantically gathered towards Jinghe in the depths of the hall.

I saw the figure of Jinghe floated out of thin air, and the turbulent air centered on him, forming a terrible Yuanli storm.

In the storm, the golden Buddha fire was burning violently.

From a distance, the figure of the young monk Jinghe looks like a Buddha standing in the flames of the storm, and the breath is so strong that it makes people tremble.

"This..."

Ning Siwei and the others all felt an extremely dangerous atmosphere.

"Burning one's own spirit and spirit to forcibly use the power of heaven and earth, how is it different from self-destruction?"

While witnessing this scene, Su Yi couldn't help shaking his head, "Well,

Since you don't want to be my whetstone anymore, I will give you a ride. "

Su Yi stretched his body.

He heard the roar of the Yangtze River flowing in his body, and his skin was crystal clear, like sapphire, with strands of Dao rhyme emerging.

And its spirit, qi and blood, cultivation base, and internal and external physical strength are also completely integrated at this moment, reaching an unprecedented concentration.

"Chop!"

Suddenly, Jinghe, who was poised to the extreme, looked solemn, and chopped the Jie Dao out of his hand.

Boom!

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This power is far more vast than anyone can imagine.

The vast hall on the first floor of this pagoda trembled violently, and a crack that was dozens of feet long appeared in the void.

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Seeing this scene, Ning Siji and others who were fighting, the old monk with white eyebrows and others all held their breaths and looked over.

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How can Su Yi resist?

See—

Su Yi's expression was indifferent, his eyes were unwavering, and deep in his heart, a long-held killing intent suddenly erupted.

Clang!

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This sword is unremarkable and has no momentum at all.

The reason is that all the power contained in this sword is restrained to the extreme, and there is no trace of overflow.

It is so simple when looking at the past tense.

And when the sword pierced.

Boom!

& nbsp; It seems to come from the hands of the immortals in the sky, and it does not seem to be possessed by the human world.

This, of course, was an illusion caused by Su Yi's sword's influence on his mind.

At this time, Jinghe's sword, which seemed to be able to open up the world, had already beheaded, and the sword stabbed by Su Yi met in the void.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

& nbsp; It was hit again and again.

At the end, when the qi of the tens of meters in length collapsed, the power of Su Yi's sword was also exhausted.

This blow is evenly matched!

But without waiting for everyone to react, Jinghe suddenly let out a long howl, holding a sword, and volleyed to kill.

His figure seemed to be completely burnt, and all the breath of his body melted into the Jie Dao in his hand, and his eyes and expressions were full of determination.

That is a kind of peace that sees through life and death, without fear of victory or defeat.

Su Yi frowned slightly, couldn't help snorting coldly, flicked his command sword, and stabbed it in the air.

Boom!

The great hall shook, and the terrifying force of sword qi and sword qi drowned this area, leaving only this piece of light, even everyone's ears Temporary deafness.

It was clearly visible that a raging torrent of destruction spread from the middle of the two to all directions in an instant, like a hurricane passing through.

The aftermath of the battle alone is a great threat.

Ning Siji and others and the white-browed old monk had to stop and retreat, each with a look of horror and tension.

Who wins and who loses?

In the eyes of the old white-browed monks and the others, using the method of Jinghe, a land immortal who just broke through the realm, and finally hesitating to burn himself with a knife, he is a person in the same realm. I'm afraid I don't even dare to stand up for it.

No matter how strong Su Yi is, he is still a master

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Ning Siyu, Mu Xi, Lan Suo and the others have no idea.

In the past, Su Yi could easily kill Xiantian Wuzong.

But now, his opponent is a land fairy who has just broken through! It is a powerful being above the mundane!

Especially at the end, Jinghe's desperate knife is too powerful!

Can Su Yi really resolve this fatal crisis?

Ning Sigu their confidence was shaking.

"This is?"

Suddenly, the old monk with white eyebrows changed wildly.

Immediately afterwards, the only seven monks around him also changed their colors.

Ning Sihua and the others widened their eyes and froze.

See—

The smoke and dust dissipated, the torrent of power disappeared, the light dissipated, and in the depths of the hall, a sutra crane that looked like a youth fell to the ground.

He lowered his head and lowered his eyes, gasping for breath, the sharp sword was torn apart and scattered not far in front of him.

In front of Jinghe, stood the tall figure of Su Yi, with a green robe like jade, alone out of the dust, as indifferent as before, covered with Can't see any injuries.

The distance between the two is only three feet.

Can one fall, the other stand, and judge!

"I never thought before that the day I set foot on the land of the gods was also the day I lost my life... Good luck makes people, but that's all..."

Jinghe gasped and opened his mouth, his face full of regret and loneliness.

Immediately, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at Su Yi with dim eyes, "Before I die, can I ask a question?"

Su Yi nodded: "Yes."

Jing He took a deep breath and said, "Are you...are you an old monster born from robbing a house?"

Su Yi was startled.

Ning Sihua in the distance all looked at them.

"No."

& nbsp; The foundation of the Dao, when raising the furnace, nurtures the spirit of the five aggregates, and can also have a cultivation like me."

"I've heard that all the orifices become spirits, but what are these hidden veins, Dao Gang, five aggregates of nature spirit...? , Are there really hidden mysteries and mysteries?"

Jing He was stunned and stunned.

He wanted to get an answer before he died, so he could rest his eyes.

But who would have thought that Su Yi's answers were like mysteries, which completely plunged him into a greater confusion and confusion.

Half a sound, Jinghe smiled bitterly, and sat on the ground and passed away.

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This elder from the Shanglin Temple Jianglong Hall has fallen.

It did not die in Su Yi's hands, but his previous desperate knife had exhausted his energy and vitality.

This day is the eighth day of the fourth lunar month in the Great Weekly Calendar, and it is the fifth day that Su Yi departs for the Jade Capital City.

It is also the first time that Su Yi has fought against a land fairy since his reincarnation.

In the end, the master's double cultivation is the victory!

In the distance, Ning Siji, Mu Xi, Lan Su and others were full of shock, like a visionary.

The old monk with white eyebrows and others were pale and lost their souls.

Su Yi's eyes turned to the corner at the end of the hall—

There is a golden dragon shadow about 10 feet long, which is probing its brain, as if trying to escape.

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ps: The fifth watch will be very late, about 11 pm.