The only way

Chapter 82 Fu Jiutian

Anger filled his eyes, Lingchu put away the Qingshuang Sword, and made a tactic with both hands. The Qianye Feihua, which had always been only a sharp hidden weapon, made a humming sound from the scattered four directions of Qianye Feihua.

Like a green hurricane, layers of thousands of leaves flew around the two monks who besieged Lingchu, circle after circle, trapping the two of them without stopping.

The rapidly rotating green leaves and flying flowers, like sharp knives, made a sharp and piercing sound of cutting through the air.

Cultivator Lei Lingen and the cultivator who wields a translucent flying sword and likes to sneak attack were both trapped inside.

The two quickly approached, standing back to back, and each used attacking spells towards the Qianye Feihua barrier in front of them, but they did not shake the barrier at all.

This kind of technique consumes a lot of spiritual power. Lingchu transferred the spiritual power of Zangling Perry to maintain the stability of the technique in his hand. Looking at the monks in the Qianye Feihua barrier, his eyes involuntarily turned cold.

Since you like to hack people, then you should also taste the taste of being hacked.

As soon as the formula in Lingchu's hand changed, half a thousand flying flowers suddenly rolled up from the barrier and fluttered in the air.

Afterwards, dozens of Chiba Flying Flowers moved one by one as if controlled by an invisible hand, turning into the shape of lightning, but the color was still emerald green.

Just like a turquoise thunderbolt, the zigzag green thunderbolt struck fiercely at the young monk who was about to break through the Qianye Feihua barrier with only half of it left.

The green thunderbolt lacks the dominance and majesty of the dark purple lightning glow, but it has two points more vitality and gentleness.

Looks harmless.

The young lightning-attribute monk obviously thought the same way, and he slashed out a dark purple lightning bolt, facing the green lightning bolt.

The next moment, a violent roar resounded through the entire space, a huge wave of air surged up, and all the chaotic spiritual power hit everyone, temporarily stopping the fight between the two sides.

Everyone looked sideways, looking at the center of the explosion in amazement.

Among them, Wan Chengxu was the most worried.

Because he was the one who invited them, if something happened, Wan Chengxu trembled, and couldn't help but think of how much his elder brother valued these two seniors, especially that senior Lei Lingen.

Wan Chengxu pursed his lips tightly, and his usually flamboyant brows were tinged with fear.

He knew very well in his heart that the relationship between himself and his elder brother was not as close as it appeared on the outside.

Wan Chengxu understands his brother's personality clearly, he is definitely not a person who cares about the so-called family affection, and only cares about the value of use.

If it wasn't for his surname Wan, I'm afraid his value would be worse than any random outer mountain disciple.

Even if his surname is Wan, I'm afraid his value is not as good as those few people who are deeply appreciated by his elder brother.

For example, that Lei Lingen's senior brother, Fu Jiutian.

The smoke and dust dissipated slowly, revealing two figures covered by the phantom of the golden bell. The golden bell was illusory, and the runes on it were lingering, and the golden light shone with complex and mysterious aura.

Mid-grade defensive talisman, golden bell talisman.

When the smoke and dust cleared completely, the golden bell cracked hideous cracks, and with a click, it turned into pieces with the breeze, and disappeared in the process of scattering.

There appeared two figures standing with their backs facing each other, both of them had disheveled hair and disheveled faces.

Especially among the two, the older monk had his brows tightly wrinkled, and his lips and tongue were full of bright red.

Obviously, the middle-grade golden bell talisman cannot completely resist this attack.

The younger man could not see the handsome face at all, his brows were cold, stained with a bit of gloom, the magic sword in his hand thundered, and the dark purple thunder snake lingered on it. menacing.

With both hands making a tactic, the thunder sword in his hand escaped and flew into the air, turning into thunder. Following the young monk's tactic, one turned into two, two turned into three, and in one breath, dozens of ferocious thunder snakes spread out. filled the air.

Seeing this, the older monk's expression changed drastically, and he shouted sharply, "Stop! Nine days!"

What is this young man going to do?This is the trial of the sect.

During the trial of the sect, it is a well-known rule that everyone should not kill fellow sects, and most disciples will abide by it, so very few disciples directly kill and use killer moves during the trial.

Just like Lingchu, at the beginning, he didn't think about using Qianye Feihua's property of exploding directly at the beginning, he just used it to harass and trap the enemy.

It's just that even if it exploded, Lingchu never used all of Qianye Feihua, only half of it.

Although the lethality is huge, it will not be fatal.

However, this move by this disciple named Jiu Tian seems to be extraordinarily powerful.

Lingchu's expression changed slightly, and the green spirit shield moved with his heart, instantly disintegrated, and turned into several identical spirit shields, like a diamond-shaped stone, wrapping Lingchu in it and protecting it tightly.

The spirit pattern on it exudes a blue light, shining brightly.

Fu Jiutian paused slightly for the formula in his hand, and the anger in his heart calmed down a little when he heard his senior brother sternly shouted.

Since he was a child, he has outstanding talent, and he has an extremely rare spiritual root of the thunder attribute. Since he was a child, he has never suffered such setbacks among his peers, nor has he ever been so disheartened.

I was not angry for a moment, and when I got angry, I unconsciously used this ultimate move, and the spiritual power in my body rushed out, and it was exhausted within a few breaths.

Calm and calm, Fu Jiutian thought highly of himself, but he was not an arrogant person. The girl's blue disciple's robes flashed in front of his eyes. Amidst the ups and downs of his mood, he calmed down and suppressed his anger.

This is a trial of the sect, and it is not easy to take people's lives.

However, he couldn't bear this loss.

The coldness in Fu Jiutian's brows and eyes dissipated slightly, and the spell in his hand changed slightly. The originally very powerful spell abruptly withdrew [-]% of it.

According to Fu Jiutian's calculations, Lei Hai with this level of power should be able to teach the arrogant female cultivator a lesson.

Lingchu didn't care what Fu Jiutian thought, she only knew that the dozens of dark purple thunder snakes above her head were not weak, and if she didn't block them and just let them fall like this, she might really turn into a barbecue.

The Qingling Shield exudes a misty blue light, but Lingchu is still not at ease. Several defensive talismans appear in his hand. As the spiritual power flows, layers of defenses transformed into golden bell talismans are put inside the Qingling Shield. .

Everything happened within a few breaths.

Before the Golden Bell Talisman was activated, the dozens of dark purple thunderbolts were already overwhelming Chao Lingchu's head.

The aura of the Qinglingshield flickered frequently, but it never broke open. It took most of the falling lightning before the Qinglingshield made a slight click.

A shallow crack appeared on the flawless jade-like surface of the Qingling Shield.

Lingchu's heart aches, the green spirit shield is rare, if the spells that can be cultivated are damaged, they need to be cultivated again, tempered with spiritual power, the longer they are cultivated, the more free and stronger they will become.

If it is completely broken, it needs to be re-condensed, cultivated, and tempered, which is really time-consuming.

Therefore, when Lingchu looked at that crack, his heart ached.

　Buyan is so uncomfortable, the writer's backstage convulsions, and swallowed the manuscript that Buyan typed in the afternoon, and the chapters sent by Buyan at 2000 o'clock are more than [-] words. As a result, the backstage uploaded the previous version to me, and I couldn't cry said.I hurriedly coded it again, I was so tired. (Not to mention that you need to get collections, votes, rewards, and comments to comfort your wounded soul, ┭┮﹏┭┮) ps: In the past two days, my friends have stayed here, so I don’t say no Great codeword, the update time may not be fixed, but don’t worry, everyone, it will definitely be updated every day, and it won’t be updated, okay, let’s have a hard time these two days.

　　
　
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