Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 216 General Yicheng (26)
The three sect leaders have all gone down, where is Bo Xi's master, Zhao Nan?
Qu Zhen turned her head, several elders of Wuji Immortal Sect also looked back, they were all taken aback, not to mention Zhao Nan, even the few remaining disciples of Taiwei Immortal Sect disappeared with Zhao Nan.

Needless to say, at that moment, Zhao Nan did not continue to sit and watch.

In a blink of an eye, the lake closed, and without the Mahayana practitioners unfolding the scrolls to perform magical powers, people outside Yicheng would no longer be able to see what was in the ruins.

Everyone is thinking, Bo Xi will not be killed by the arrow of the third grade, right?

Even if the third grade can tear open the different space and teleport, Yicheng is a mysterious place. Looking at the third grade flying into the city, you can know that the lake is not trivial. Even Mahayana practitioners dare not teleport across the lake, just like this , can't catch up.

That arrow did not fix a certain position, but Bo Xi, and it was useless to avoid it.

Sanpin, Heyang, and Zhanji entered Jiangyi City, and each teleported to Sawman Mountain. At the end of their line of sight, it was the top of Sawren Mountain, and a golden light fell.

The devastated Jiangyi City also seemed to be disturbed at this moment, and a rumbling sound came from the depths of the ground.

... The sword in his hand was in full bloom, thousands of swords turned into lotuses, facing the golden light, and then the strong light burst out, Gu Feng's eyes hurt sharply, he hurriedly raised his arm to cover his arm, and covered Yuechu's eyes with one hand, but it was empty. The moon rise behind him didn't know where he went, he opened his eyes to look for it, but he couldn't see anything, only a white light, which made the sea of ​​consciousness tremble with it.

He didn't know how much power the third-rank arrow contained. He thought that he was targeting the fake Bo Xi. He thought that no matter whether the "fake" was really as strong as Bo Xi, he must be killed by the arrow, but he missed it. Forget it, "really" will take action to protect.

If the omission is greater, it is the opposite of true and false.

The disciples around couldn't resist the exploding vigor one after another, and hastily cast their magic weapons to protect themselves. Some with weak magical powers could not stabilize their feet, and they were pushed outward on the ground and retreated. Everyone around was like this. The two who bore the brunt how?
When Bo Xi saw the person in front of him resisting the golden light with sword intent and protecting him behind him, he was so astonished, but he couldn't think deeply in a hurry. The coercion in the golden light exceeded the limit that he could resist. Even though there was someone protecting him in front of him, the rushing Hongli still seemed to hit him directly, his bones seemed to be cracked, his soul seemed to be separated from his body, and people were torn off from the branches like dead leaves by the strong wind. Flew upside down on the rock pile.

Jin Guang pursued him closely, and would never give up until he was nailed through——

That "Bo Xi" could have been avoided. In fact, it was his plan to mislead everyone to mistake the truth and kill Bo Xi by others. But he was defeated, lost to the obsession that gave birth to him, that was his instinct, buried deep under himself, full of love for Bo Xi.

He thought he was Bo Xi, but he was so wrong. No matter how he looked, he was only able to "photograph" Bo Xi in front of him, the warm and pleasant smile when he was drunk, and the cautious and nervous expression when he was alone. , the helplessness when you are depressed, the white eyes with a little emotion when you let your guard down a little...or, the clumsiness that you don't know how to understand the malice of others, you have to hide it with indifference and rigidity, and the hopeless ones who refuse to give up Persevere and work hard.

This is the boy Xi that Yan Xiaotang painted with her eyes and heart, and it is the admiration she struggled for.

He was just Yan Xiaotang's inner demon, no matter how clever his plan was, how could he just watch Boxi get hurt or die?
Without getting out of the way, the heart demon used the disguised Nascent Soul stage cultivation base, which was actually the same as Yan Xiaotang, to resist the arrow of the Mahayana stage cultivator with a mere alchemy state. This is the most pathetic self-binding.

The sword intent was broken layer by layer, and the golden light flourished!
The heart demon grabbed the golden light with both hands, and when his fingers caught the arrow, his body transformed with divine consciousness began to collapse, first hair, skin, then feet and legs, but the golden light was only dimmed a little. , relying on him, can only do so much.

Boxi was stunned by the scene in front of him. Even the master didn't stand in front of him like this, and he didn't hesitate to break down to protect him—who is this person?
The demon couldn't turn back, and his shoulders began to collapse. At the last moment, he shouted hoarsely: "Bo Xi! You can't die here!!"

The last word and the last trace of spiritual thoughts of the demon disappeared together.

Bo Xi woke up suddenly, and hastily untied the restraint on his body, but it was too urgent, he didn't have any time to prepare, the golden light fell on him, and the clothes refined for him by the Qingzhuo sword on the first layer of the Sword Recording Box were torn instantly. It was broken into pieces, but as his restraint was lifted and his cultivation level improved, the second layer of clothes smelted from Chaomu Sword appeared, and the ancient repair characters on the forehead appeared again on Boxi's forehead.

Still useless, the number came up to "three", almost no gray on the clothes refined by the Sword of Similarity and Difference. In terms of the level of the magic weapon, it is enough to surpass the top-grade magic weapon, and it can only withstand a breath of time.

Bo Xi didn't have the idea of ​​relying on the past and present swords to refine the clothes for him to survive. He didn't know how strong the past and present swords were, and he didn't know how strong the refined clothes were. He only knew that he would not be defeated by this One arrow down.

The fourth layer is the front and back swords, the clothes are like thin snow, the shoes are like soft ice, with a few wisps of faint blue all over the body - all the restrictions on Boxi's body have been opened, the Nascent Soul Stage!
In an instant, Zi Yan set off a violent wave, and Bo Xi finally seized the opportunity to counterattack, and with one move, the golden light was completely wiped out.

The golden light came fiercely, but disappeared without a sound, leaving only a long crack in front of Bo Xi.

The ancient numbers on the forehead disappeared, and the veins of dead leaves reappeared.

A beam of sword light fell hundreds of feet away, and Zhan Ji, the only sword cultivator among the three sect masters, arrived.

There are also many strange and inexplicable places in Jiangyi City. With their appearance, the entire Jiangyi City is chaotic, and the teleportation can only be a short distance. Zhan Ji arrived first with the speed of the flying sword.

Zhan Ji didn't know whether the arrow of the third grade killed a fake or a real one.

When Bo Xi saw him, he was panting heavily, and walked towards Tianwu Sword with vigilance. A few feet long Chenggang chain fell out of his sleeve, and the bottom end swept the gravel on the ground, making a "crash" sound.

Zhan Ji was stunned, why is this one real?But using a piece of Chenggang chain to judge the authenticity is a bit absurd. It seems that I can only try it myself.

Zhan Ji didn't rush to move, and with a flying sword sacrifice, he shrouded an area of ​​hundreds of feet in his restraint, and Bo Xi stopped his steps over there, fully on guard.Zhan Ji said: "Go get your sword, I will judge whether it is true or not."

Bo Xi didn't dare to wait for him to repent, so he flew over, grasped the Tianwu sword, and returned it to the master's hand. The Tianwu sword suddenly lit up, and the flames rose more than a foot high before returning to the blade.

Kunyang and Sanpin arrived a step late and were separated from the restraint, the two glared at Zhan Ji.

"Zhan Ji, open the restriction!!"

Zhan Ji smiled coldly: "The 'true' uncle is already dead, Sanpin said this one is fake, since it is fake, it has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it!"

Sanpin has always been shameless, and immediately punched the ban, and the ban was so silent that a flash of inspiration flashed randomly.

Just now they were able to see clearly, the disciples who wanted to gather around saw that the situation was not good, and stayed where they were, and some clever ones retreated a few steps instead of advancing.

With today's posture, if the real masters make a move, they will die unjustly.

But if you are really smart, you will know that it is useless to retreat. How difficult is it for the supernatural powers of Mahayana practitioners to destroy mountains and seas?
Therefore, many disciples looked ugly, and did not dare to have much hope for whether they could survive this catastrophe.

The teachers don't care about the thoughts of these disciples. The three teachers only have Boxi in their eyes at the moment - they all want to get the moon-swallowing red marrow sword body...and the fairy weapon on him.

Sanpin said: "Isn't it okay for the old man to see the wrong eye!? Quickly open the restriction, whether it is true or not, you alone don't count!"

Xi Yang was more direct, holding the flame of Suzaku Jinyan coiled on her hair in her palm, and stared at Zhan Ji very bluntly. At this point, she did not hesitate to use the flame. If Zhan Ji wanted to kill someone, he had to weigh it carefully. Is it worth it.

Bo Xi's whole body was shrouded in the spiritual consciousness of these three people, and cold sweat oozes from his back. These three people have arrived, why can't they see Master's shadow?
He could only look at Gu Feng from a distance, hoping that Gu Feng would know about Master's situation, but Gu Feng looked around, but his attention was not on this side.

When the teachers of the three sects were bickering, Gu Feng was busy looking for Moon Ridge. He thought he just didn't grab the third junior brother, but when his eyes and consciousness recovered, he couldn't find the third junior brother anywhere. The counterattack sweeps away the magic energy in the vicinity, and only then can there be such a clear vision without fog and ash.

Gu Feng was not sure whether the moonrise came before or disappeared later, so he was anxious and couldn't care about Bo Xi's place for a while.

After arguing for a few words, Xi Yang said: "Zhan Ji, the soul of the demon cultivator has come out. The disciples you brought from tens of thousands of miles away are all highly valued by you, right? If you don't open the restriction again, you want to sit back and watch the disciples be killed by the souls of the dead." kill?"

Zhan Ji said: "Dead soul, dead soul, I only listen to you and the third grade."

The third grade suddenly laughed "hey": "In the end, he doesn't believe it, no matter what, even if my sect disciple dies, he also understands that he died for the sect, and he deserves to die. I will show you what is the dead soul of a demon cultivator." With a wave of his arm as thick as a tree trunk, the scene at the bottom of Sawman Mountain emerged.

I don't know where, but the first three Haowu Immortal Sect disciples had just broken a restriction and got an ancient treasure.

Not across the lake, their happy expressions and words were clearly transmitted.

"One more thing, if we can win, the Master Teacher will be very relieved."

"Don't say too much, people from Hanqiong Xianque and Wuji Xianzong have already been here, and I don't know how many pieces they have taken. We need to speed up."

The few people were about to leave, but they suddenly found that they were surrounded by faint blue shadows outside. Some of these shadows looked like people, and some of them looked like demons. They couldn't see their faces and clothes clearly, only a pair of eyes on their faces were slightly red. come over.

(End of this chapter)