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Chapter 293 Futian Jade

Jiang Shaobai narrowed his eyes and said without hesitation: "Futianyu."

Wen Xiangyi glanced at Futianyu and asked the system in a low voice: "Why didn't this bastard ask me but asked Xiaobai instead? Is there any relationship between Futianyu and Xiaobai?"

The system immediately responded: [Maybe I think you are ignorant]

Wen Xiangyi:?

[Then tell me if you know what this thing is used for. ]

Wen Xiangyi cursed inwardly in her heart. This damn system deserved to be banned in the first place!
"You really know what you are talking about."

Jiufang Zhuoguang stroked the jade piece with his slender fingers and said, "This was originally a treasure of your Lingxiao Sect, and later it was presented to our Feixing Pavilion. You should know its function."

If Jiang Shaobai was still a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, he would definitely be angry because of the word "offering".

Just as Jiufang Zhuoguang said, the Futian Jade was indeed the treasure of Lingxiao Sect. Jiang Shaobai was not particularly clear about the reason why it fell into the hands of Feixing Pavilion. He just happened to hear Yu Yang mention it, saying that the sect had a request to Feixing Pavilion, and after the sect leader discussed with the elders, he gave the Futian Jade away as a thank you.

After hearing this, Jiang Shaobai secretly made up his mind that he must revitalize the sect in the future and never rely on others again.

At this moment, Jiufang Zhuo openly used the word "tribute", which was undoubtedly a provocation and insult.

But now Jiang Shaobai is no longer a disciple of Lingxiao Sect, and he has a blood feud with Lingxiao Sect, so he is not angry, but just feels a little tricky.

Seeing Jiang Shaobai's serious expression, Wen Xiangyi reached out and nudged him: "Hey, Xiaobai, what is the function of this Futian Jade?"

Without waiting for Jiang Shaobai to answer, Jiufang Zhuoguang said first: "This Futian Jade has two uses, one is to reshape the body, and the other is to teleport."

Then he laughed again: "That's why I said you can't stop me."

Wen Xiangyi reacted instantly after hearing what he said. This bastard wanted Old Yang to self-destruct to hold the two of them back, and then use the Futian Jade to instantly move out of the range of the explosion!
So it means sacrificing others to help him, how despicable!

She couldn't help but spit: "Damn second-generation idiot!"

This bastard has a powerful force behind him and so many treasures to protect him, it would be strange if he wasn't arrogant!

Wen Xiangyi really wanted to pry open the head of Feixing Pavilion to see if it was stuffed with cotton. Why did he give all the good things to Jiufang Zhuoguang, the prodigal son?

But luckily she had a trick up her sleeve.

Thinking of the poisonous insect in Jiufang Zhuoguang's stomach, Wen Xiangyi curled his lips and said, "Jiufang Zhuoguang, this should be your last trump card, right?"

As she spoke, she took out the Nine-sided Burning Light storage bag and tossed it in her hand: "After all, I confiscated your things before."

Jiufang Zhuoguang stared into her eyes with a deep gaze and a playful tone: "Xiangyi, there is no need to test my bottom line. You should also know that the truly precious items are not placed in storage bags, but in the spiritual consciousness. How do you know how many things I have hidden in the sea of ​​deep thoughts?"

Jiang Shaobai said coldly: "If the Futian Jade is not your last trump card, why are you so eager to prove yourself? Besides, the Futian Jade can only be used twice in total. Who knows if you have already used it up? Now you are just bluffing."

Wen Xiangyi gave Jiang Shaobai a thumbs up: "The logic is very clear." Jiufang Zhuoguang looked at him, his eyes instantly turned cold: "Humph, I'm talking to Xiangyi, why are you butting in?"

Jiang Shaobai pretended not to hear anything. He just smiled at Wen Xiangyi and asked after a long while, "Are you anxious?"

Jiufang's eyes narrowed into two dangerous slits, and he sneered: "Old Yang, what are you still standing there for!"

"I'm sorry, he may not be able to self-destruct."

Wen Xiangyi withdrew her foot and smiled innocently.

She pointed at Mr. Yang, whose head was buried in the mud: "I just accidentally stepped on him to death."

Jiufang Zhuoguang's eyes narrowed: "How is it possible!"

After all, Elder Yang has reached the Spirit Transformation Stage. Even if he is defeated, he will definitely not be trampled to death by a single kick!
Wen Xiangyi raised his fist and shook it: "His soul is still in my hand, if you don't believe me, just look!"

As she spoke, she spread out her five fingers, waved her hand violently, and a black and gold flame flew out from her palm, heading straight for Jiufang's scorching face!

Although he was protected by the Hongmeng Ding, Wen Xiangyi's cultivation was extremely high at the moment. Jiufang Zhuoguang felt as if he was in a sea of ​​fire as he looked at the flames rushing towards him. His skin was burning and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He clenched the Futianyu tightly and chanted a spell, then made hand gestures to avoid the attack. A long sword emitting cold light flew out from behind him, pierced through the flames and stabbed towards Wen Xiangyi.

Wen Xiangyi sneered, and the Changsheng Sword flew out instantly and collided with Jiufang Zhuoguang's sword, making a harsh sound. She waved her hand, and several thick vines grew out of the ground, binding around Jiufang Zhuoguang's ankles like snakes.

Jiufang Zhuoguang saw that the situation was not good, so he gathered a ball of fire in his palm and threw it towards the vines.

There was a loud bang and the flames instantly ignited. The vines were burned black and fell to the ground. After struggling for a while, they turned into light and disappeared. However, new vines soon grew out, and they continued to grow more and more ferocious!

At the same time, a sword light flashing with lightning cut through the air and attacked from the side. Jiufang Zhanguang immediately strengthened the protective shield of Hongmeng Ding and leaped back several feet away.

The sword energy passed by him and fell on the huge rock behind him. In an instant, the huge rock that was three people tall was shattered and turned into powder all over the sky.

Before Jiufang Zhuoguang had time to catch his breath, he heard a loud clanging sound in the distance, followed by a sudden pain in his sea of ​​consciousness. Looking up, he saw that his natal sword had been knocked down by the Longevity Sword, and it had hit Old Yang right in the back!

"Just now I said I killed him, but I was actually lying to you. I just knocked him unconscious, and he is probably really dead now, and you killed him with your own hands."

Seeing this, Wen Xiangyi couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jiufang Zhuoguang bit his lip, but before he could say anything, he heard Jiang Shaobai's cold voice again.

He stood in the air, forming seals with his hands, and chanting obscure spells. Every time he chanted a word, a ray of spiritual light flew into the sky, and soon a thick dark cloud gathered in the sky.

In the dark clouds, purple lightning rolled like a dragon, with fierce momentum and full of oppression!

When Jiufang Zhuoguang saw this scene, his fingertips turned white from being pinched, and his storage bag was taken away. Futianyu was indeed his last trump card. He wanted to use Old Yang to delay time, but who knew that the useless thing could not even withstand a single move from Wen Xiangyi!
Now the two of them are fighting again, and Jiang Shaobai is obviously serious about it, so he can only use Futianyu!
Thinking of this, Jiufang Zhuoguang glanced at the two of them viciously and activated Futianyu.

There will be another chapter later