Jin Yiwei starts from Ming Yugong

Chapter 70 Capture
"All of you withdraw from the inner palace and guard the various gates of the Jinyi Guard."

The battle between the masters is not for ordinary warriors to intervene.

Xia Yan didn't want Jin Yiwei to get hurt.

Everyone led the order, and the entire inner mansion was emptied at once.

The white tiger held the embroidered spring knife, and the fierce killing intent on his body scattered wantonly into the sky and the earth.

The crimson light dyed the sky and the earth red.

The boundless killing intent was like a ghost whispering in the ear, causing all the people present to hold their breath and not dare to breathe out.

Flames rose from Yang Zikang's body. The flames were surging and turbulent, but with a trace of malice.

As the flames burned, the white tiger's killing intent gradually subsided, forming a tendency of fighting against courtesy.

The white tiger slashed out with the momentum of chopping Huashan Mountain, the light of the knife was cold, and the light of the knife was ten feet long, and it slashed down.

Yang Zikang didn't dodge or dodge, six holy fire orders flew out from his sleeves and floated by his side.

With a light finger, one of the sacred fire orders shot up into the sky, turned into a cattail fan about five or six feet in size, and collided with the blade light.

The violent power overflowed in an instant, and the houses were instantly annihilated under the impact of the power of heaven and earth.

This is just a tentative attack by the two of them!
The prestige of the master can be seen in general!
Murong An couldn't bear this force, so he felt better after retreating more than ten feet.

Aunt Gongsun did not intend to let him go, and followed closely, pointing at his vitals with the sword in her hand.

Seeing that she was still chasing him at such a time, Murong An couldn't help but secretly cursed 'crazy woman'.

Instantly pointing out the folding fan in his hand, it turned out to be a Xiaoyao fan.

This fan method pays attention to the word "Xiaoyao", and the movement and stillness are free and easy, just like the white clouds in the sky change without direction!

Aunt Gongsun has a lot of knowledge and is very familiar with this Xiaoyao fan, but she is even more angry because of it.

Because people who use Xiaoyao fans are often gangsters!
When the sword danced, it was like thunder moving nine heavens. It was soul-stirring but also mortally dangerous!
"Gongsun Jianwu has a well-deserved reputation."

Lian Xing sighed in admiration, showing appreciation.

"Stunning! A sword is not a sword, and a dance is not a dance!"

Yaoyue sneered, and looked at Baihu and Yang Zikang. The strength shown by these two people has already attracted her attention.

Lianxing smiled, the sword dance is meant to please others and please yourself!
The first Aunt Gongsun is a master of swordsmanship, but the person who inherits her unique knowledge may not have her high level!
However, this Aunt Gongsun's swordsmanship is not weak!
It's just not as good as Ye Gucheng, Ximen Chuuxue and other peerless swordsmen.

Xia Yan watched the battle between the two, and understood that it was only a matter of time before Aunt Gongsun wanted to win.

The most important thing now is the battle between Baihu and Yang Zikang.

The master realm can use the power of heaven and earth to fight!

Baihu and Yang Zikang have turned around now, integrating their own power into the heaven and the earth.

That godlike and demonic posture is simply like a god and Buddha appearing in the world.

He was suddenly a little rejoiced, fortunate that Huang Tao was a stunned young man who had just joined the Grandmaster, otherwise his life and death would have been unpredictable at that time!
"Palace Master Lian Xing, Bai Hu or Yang Zikang, whoever has a better chance of winning."

"Their strength is between equals, but Mingjiao's holy fire makes the magic power very strange. There is a name in the world of magic power nemesis, and I don't know if it is true or not."

Lian Xing watched the fierce confrontation, and the two people who had each other's advantages and disadvantages could not make an accurate judgment for a while.

"Lianxing, you are wrong." Yaoyue's cold face showed disdain at this moment.

Lianxing didn't understand, so she smiled and said: "Please enlighten me, sister."

"This sacred fire makes the magical skill full of malice, it is not the orthodox martial art of the Central Plains."

"Yang Zikang's heart demon enters his body without knowing it, and the time of death is approaching!"

Yaoyue's eyesight is stronger than Lianxing's, and she judged the problem of the sacred fire order in a short period of time, and even saw through Yang Zikang's fiction and reality.

Lian Xing carefully observed Yang Zikang's situation again, and found that every time he used the holy fire order to fight against the enemy, he unconsciously showed a cruel smile on his face.

Fire symbolizes light and justice, as well as destruction and destruction.

The two are like yin and yang.

If the yin and yang are out of balance, it will be one step closer to death.

"My sister is right, there is indeed a problem with this martial art."

"It's not unreasonable for Mingjiao to be defined as Demon Cult by Da Ming!"

Xia Yan carefully observed Yang Zikang's martial arts, and thought of the description of this martial arts, he couldn't help but gasp!
Back then, Zhang Wuji fought against Sandu in Shaolin. He possessed the magical skills of Nine Suns, Great Shifting of the Universe, and Tai Chi. When using the martial arts of the Holy Fire Order, he was in danger of demons entering his body.

In the end, it was only by Xie Xun's recitation of the Diamond Sutra that he got rid of the threat of demons entering his body.

Today's Mingjiao, the Zhenjiao Kungfu has been lost, and it is impossible for Zhang Wuji to pass on the Taiji magic.

The Nine Suns Divine Art may have been passed down, but it is also likely to be lost.

Otherwise, with the Nine Suns Divine Art to protect the body, Yaoyue would not say that Yang Zikang's heart demon has entered the body.

Baihu is sure to win, so Yang Ye cannot be let go.

Xia Yan attacked Yang Ye without hesitation.

Yang Ye was nervously watching the battle between Baihu and Yang Zikang, and when Xia Yan approached from the corner of his eye, he was half a beat behind.

Fighting for the top, half a beat is already the distance between life and death!

Embedding flowers and jade!

The palm is as dignified as a mountain, and there is a sense of ingenuity!
Within three feet, the pulling force was like an invisible vortex attracting everything, leaving no room for Yang Ye to fight back.

Yang Ye frowned tightly, retreating again and again, the bullet-like stone was shot out fiercely!

It's a pity that the same move can't work twice!

Xia Yan pulled flowers and jade to pull, and the force on the pellet-like stone dissipated immediately, unable to fall to the ground.

Xia Yan's palm was even stronger.

The strong pulling force forced Yang Ye to choose to shake hard.

One palm, two palms, three palms...

After seven palms, Yang Ye vomited blood and retreated.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

Xia Yan thought of Lian Xing's domineering palm gesture when he used Yihuajieyu.

Fu Lin's heart felt as if he had struck out a palm from top to bottom.

The palm strength that was supposed to be domineering and fierce, suddenly drifted like a breeze.

The power of heaven and earth suddenly gathered into a group, the sky and earth turned upside down, and the domineering coercion came down.

Although not as good as a master, but better than a master.

Yang Ye's face was full of horror, and he wanted to dodge, but found that all escape routes had been blocked.

A feeling of desperation rose from the bottom of his heart, and he mustered up all his innate qi, and slapped him with all his might.

A huge force struck, and the blue bricks under Yang Ye's feet were broken inch by inch, the tiger's mouth was broken, and blood flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his lips.

His legs gradually bent, and he knelt down in front of Xia Yan.

Xia Yan unleashed the Nine Spiral Shadows, leaving an afterimage in the air, and immediately struck out another palm, hitting Yang Ye's back.

'Pfft' Yang Ye couldn't take it anymore, and fell to the ground in an instant.

"Lian Xing, you have taught too much."

Yaoyue looked at Xia Yan's Yihuajieyu, showing a little coldness on his face.

"I just checked twenty palms with him, and I didn't teach him anything."

"It's just that I didn't expect him to have such a high level of comprehension that he could detect subtle changes."

Lian Xing was also quite surprised, he didn't expect Xia Yan to understand so quickly.

Knowing that Lian Xing would not lie to her, Yaoyue said flatly, "If you can't be cured, this will be his last glory."

(End of this chapter)