The strongest starting system

Chapter 1276 Ling Tian Sword

At the beginning of the battle, the Yanyao Holy Land fell into an absolute disadvantage. The opponent had four strong saints from the third level of the saints, and there were several saints, forming a crushing trend against the Yanyao Holy Land.

Xing Junyan and Fan Qingxian turned into two beams of light and fled away quickly, but Patriarch Wandu and Leng Qianchou followed behind, unable to get rid of them at all.

"Little beauty, don't run away, come back obediently, my ancestor is not weaker than young people, I promise to make you happy!" Jiyin ancestor followed behind her, as relaxed and comfortable as a stroll in the garden, and came out from time to time. Ridicule.

Xing Junyan, who was rushing towards him, suddenly stopped, and he said to Fan Qingxian, "Go quickly and take out the flying magic weapon. I'll stop them two first."

"But you..."

"Don't worry, it shouldn't be a problem to stop them, but if we both try our best to escape, we will definitely be caught up by them."

"Okay! Then be careful." Fan Qingxian knew that his own speed would only slow down Xing Junyan's footsteps, so he no longer hesitated, but went to take out the magic weapon hidden in the sect's weapon pavilion.

As long as she has that magic weapon, she and Xing Junyan can jump through the space and escape quickly.

Xing Junyan turned around to face the two powerful saints from the third heaven. He didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, but a raging war ignited instead.

The outburst of anger that had accumulated for several years was condensed to the extreme at this moment. Xing Junyan and the sword in his hand were almost integrated. He was a sword idiot and was not interested in anything, but as long as he lifted the sword, he would have a fit of anger. Congratulations from the bottom of my heart.

He kept the posture of holding the sword still, and his aura rose little by little. All the sword intent gathered in his pupils, and then flowed to the meridians of the whole body to blend with the bones and flow out of the pores.

The rain is about to come and the wind is all over the building!The strong wind whistling from a distance blew on him, but it couldn't shake his heart in the slightest.

"Be careful, this guy is showing his sword intent." The old devil Leng Qianchou put away the smile on his face, and stared straight at the young man with the sword not far away.

At such an age, he has comprehended the sword intent, and his own strength is only a thin line away from them.The more she thought of this, the more hatred in Leng Qianchou's heart.

How could Leng Michen, whom he valued so much, be worse than Xing Junyan?He is even better than Xing Junyan in terms of cultivation talent, and Leng Qianchou places high hopes on him.

It's a pity that they lost to Zhao Wushuang in the end, all of this is their fault.

"Vatican Zhansheng... Today I will let you taste what it is like to lose your second proud disciple."

Leng Qianchou's voice was as cold as his body, and a faint mist drifted out from his body, carrying extremely low temperature, and quickly condensed into circles of ice.

Patriarch Wandu's eyes were also extremely vicious. He opened his mouth, and a small black bug flew out from his mouth. The bug flapped its wings, and its body swelled hundreds of times in the blink of an eye. When the bug was completely When it spread its wings, countless small insects came out from under the wings again, and the scene looked dense and terrifying.

The two people used corresponding methods respectively, a layer of cold ice surrounded the sky, wrapped Xing Junyan in it, and opened a hole at the top, and countless bugs got in through the hole, Go straight to Xing Junyan, like a tide that will submerge him.

But at this moment, Xing Junyan suddenly opened his eyes, and the blood vessels all over his body were already boiling and surging at this moment, and the meridians all over his body were squirming like dragons.

"Ruling, Ling Yun strikes!"

Xing Junyan let out a low cry, and the sword energy all over the sky turned into substantial raindrops, hitting the ice layer laid by Leng Qianchou.

And he is the barracuda swimming upstream in the downpour, holding a sharp sword straight to cut through all difficulties.

Rumble!
The sound of the explosion echoed in the air, resembling the rolling thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.

Sword energy mixed with ice chips fluttered down together, fierce and gorgeous, it was obviously a warm weather surrounded by stars and a silver moon hanging in the sky, but everyone felt the coldness and killing intent from the falling sword ice.

On the way to the top of the mountain, Xing Junyan half-kneeled on the ground, holding on to the hilt of his sword to prevent himself from falling completely. The blow just now exhausted most of his strength.

His shocking blow also achieved impressive results. When Patriarch Wandu reappeared, half of his clothes were torn and his hair was messy, while the naked half of his body was drenched in blood, as if he had suffered backlash.

Leng Qianchou's injury was even more serious, because Xing Junyan faced the ice method that broke him, the sword energy pierced through the ice defense, and hit his right shoulder, the irreversible sword energy still ravaged his body, The Jiyin old devil had no choice but to temporarily use a lot of energy to suppress the sword energy, and his expression was extremely indifferent.

Just one sword wounded two saints and three strong men, such a record is brilliant.

But the better Xing Junyan performed, the stronger the killing intent in the opponent's heart.

Fan Qingxian, who was about to arrive at the arsenal, also felt the whistling sword energy, and was both worried and relieved in his heart.

He finally practiced that sword, but after that sword, how long can he last?Thinking about it, Fan Qingxian sped up another point.

Xing Junyan still had a little strength left, and he wanted to hold the two of them with his remaining strength, but suddenly his feet softened, his whole body was unstable, and he became precarious.

How is this going?Xing Junyan was shocked.

"Hehe, do you think you can move after being poisoned?" Leng Qianchou sarcastically said.

Xing Junyan gritted his teeth and said, "It's your poison!"

He looked down at the small wounds on his arms, which were caused by sharp ice chips when the ice layer broke.

He had already tried his best to avoid the opponent's attack, but he never expected that the ice residue was actually poisonous.

He frantically circulated the energy in his body, but his dantian couldn't get a response, and the blood flow became extremely slow.

Why?Why is this happening!

Xing Junyan was extremely annoyed, if he had been more careful, he would not have fallen for these two old demons.

"Young man, you are still young if you want to fight with us." Patriarch Wan Du narrowed his eyes and smiled.

In this battle, they are the winners.

Leng Qianchou cast her eyes into the distance, and while his mind was turning, the main body had already broken through the void, leaving only an afterimage clone on the spot.

Xing Junyan wanted to get up and chase, but as soon as he moved, his whole body was in unbearable pain like tens of thousands of insects biting. Every joint of his body seemed to hide thousands of poisonous insects crazily devouring his flesh and blood.

"Stop...stop..." Xing Junyan could only cry out weakly, and the wound on his body was affected by the emotion. The two kinds of toxins mixed and spread into the body, his body could no longer support it, and he fell down.

(End of this chapter)