Conceited Immortal On Campus

Whoo!

The fire between heaven and earth enveloped Chen Yi.

Nanming left the fire, which was as red as blood, and buried Chen Yi in it.

In the fire of Nanming, Chen Yi only feels that he is in the furnace, but his expression is calm.

In that pair of eyes, there was not a bit of confusion, but a trace of dissatisfaction.

He looked around, Nanming from the fire swept, his lips gently move, spit out a word.

"Broken!"

That pair of dark golden pupil twinkled with a touch of light light, the next moment, there is a great magic shock, will all the Nanming from the fire.

Fixed eyes, but see Mu Zifeng figure is no longer.

Chen Yi feels something in his heart. He raises his eyes to see that Mu Zifeng's hand has become a seal, which means that his hand falls from the sky.

Yaoxian gate, seal the demon and refine the magic hand!

But see mana condensation, a huge blue palm print, such as containing fire and fall.

Chen Yi's body suffers, and the ground is scorched. At this moment, with the palmprint falling, the afterwave makes the ground under Chen Yi sink.

Under the protection of mana, Chen Yi's ink clothes are as old as before. When he looks at this handprint, he turns his hand and raises his hand.

Boom!

It's also a magic power condensation handprint. The golden handprint rises in the air and collides with the cyan handprint.

If the two mountains collide, ripples cut the world, in an instant, hundreds of meters away, there will be heavy waves swept.

Among the two handprints, Mu Zifeng has a sword in his hand, which is also a magic weapon of the golden elixir.

Hum!

Is a sword, such as breaking the vast earth, light and cold shining heaven and earth.

Starting with the scabbard, Chen Yi raises his hand to meet it.

The collision of swords and swords gave off dazzling fire. The ground sank again, and the air of heaven and earth around it was rolling and breaking. It continued to spread, 100 meters, 1000 meters, and it was only when it reached 1700 meters that it gradually subsided.

Mu Zifeng's face was dignified. He suddenly made a leap, retreated tens of meters away, and fell steadily.

The two men had a short fight, but they were only trying, and didn't touch the real details.

A thousand years ago, the Jindan friar was the top of the world, not to mention the reincarnated Jindan friar?

Chen Yi looked at Mu Zifeng faintly, "your strength, that's all?"

Only eight words, but as if extremely arrogant.

Mu Zifeng's face was heavy. He sneered and said, "Chen, don't be rampant!"

"When I was not reincarnated, you xuanyuanmen would be respectful to me. How dare you be so disrespectful to me when you are a younger generation?"

Chen Yi frowned slightly. He was familiar with these words.

It seems that it often comes from his mouth.

Now, there is humanity speaking similar words in front of him.

Before Chen Yi spoke, Mu Zifeng moved again. He put his hands together and suddenly burst out.

I saw the golden elixir sword in front of me. It was blue, but now there were white patterns on it.

Hum!

Along with the light of the veins, a sword rises from the sky.

Mu Zifeng's face is dignified, and his mouth is full of words.

"Chen Yi, I see how you can stop this sword!"

He gave a loud drink, his eyes cold.

I saw the golden elixir sword move, and the blade of the sword pointed at Chen Yi. With a slight shake, I saw that this sword was one turning two, two turning four With the continuous differentiation of sword body, finally, it turned into 64 Dharma swords to form a vast sword array.

Mu Zifeng's hand coagulates the formula, and he pulls the most central sword into the air.

This sword will be sure, just like huachanghong killing Chen Yi.

Chen Yi holds the scabbard in one hand. He stares at the flying sword and raises his hand to cut it out.

When the sword collides, Chen Yi's eyes are slightly fixed. The sword is not a virtual object, but a real object.

The flying sword of jindanjing!? If the remaining 63 flying swords are all in the golden elixir realm That's too scary.

Sixty four magic weapons of the golden elixir realm. I'm afraid all the scabbard in his hand will be destroyed here.

He puffed his ink robe and took a step forward to shake the sword away.

However, with a cold and proud smile, Mu Zifeng once again fiddles with a flying sword, which comes out of the air and continues to kill Chen Yi.

Chen Yi steps forward again and cuts back the flying sword.

The third handle, the fourth handle Twelve flying swords were cut back by Chen Yi. Suddenly, all the swords in heaven and earth were singing together. This time, twelve flying swords killed Chen Yi together.

Chen Yi's palm suddenly moves, and the scabbard is hanging in the air.

His hands coagulate into a seal, and his body swallows yuan Jue.

Xuanyuan gate, practicing Qi and lingjue, big Zhou Tian array map!

When Chen Yi was killed, a stream of golden mana suddenly burst out and formed a huge array in heaven and earth.

Boom!

Twelve flying swords collided with the map. The map kept shaking. Twelve flying swords, which were comparable to the magic power of the golden elixir, moved forward, making the map hollow, but never broken."Chen Yi, is that all you have!? Hahaha, you're not here to kill me!? Chen Zu of Longchi, that's all! "

Mu Zifeng saw this scene, but he couldn't help laughing.

He sent forward with both hands, and saw the twelve flying swords that Chen Yi Zhenfei had killed before.

Boom, boom

Twenty four flying swords fall on the map. Chen Yi's body retreats, and even the map of Da Zhou Tian is retreating.

In Mu Zifeng's eyes, the essence is even better. His hands coagulate again, leaving no spare force. He saw the remaining twelve golden elixir swords, but they suddenly condensed at this moment.

The twelve flying swords suddenly merged into one and turned into a huge sword with a length of seven feet and a width of half feet.

His face was a little red. I don't know whether it was because of the use of lingjue or the boiling of his heart and blood.

"Die

Facing Chen Yi, Mu Zifeng suddenly spits out two words.

A sword roars like breaking through heaven and earth, a huge sword across the sky, like cutting thousands of troops and horses.

There is also a sense of sword, such as breaking the river, gathering the huge sword and the other 24 flying swords.

Boom!

As the sword fell, cracks suddenly appeared on the map of Da Zhou Tian array. There were more and more cracks, just a few ventilators, and the whole map was broken.

Before the flying sword and the giant sword, Chen Yi, dressed in an ink robe, snorted and looked a little red.

Just the eyes, still indifferent.

Seeing that the slaughter is coming, Chen Yi suddenly disperses his fingertips, and his hands turn into ink at this moment.

Chen Yi's hands moved lightly, and many ink shadows appeared between heaven and earth.

Bang Bang

every shadow appears, representing a flying sword broken and broken like a bubble.

Among the 24 flying swords, there were only two left, scattered to heaven and earth.

However, Chen Yi's eyes are indifferent. He looks forward to the last sword. Instead of retreating, he suddenly steps out, puts his hands together and lands on both sides of the sword.

Boom!

It's not the sound of the sword, it's the roar.

Chen Yi put his hands together, and his body faintly retreated, but his dark palms never slacked.

Mu Zifeng's face changed. He looked at Chen Yi, his eyes shining with fine light. "Xuanyuan shakes his hand, you have cultivated it to the realm of ink and jade!"

There was a trace of disbelief in his voice. It was the magic power of Xuanyuan sect, and it was quite famous among all the immortal sects.

It was a man of Xuanyuan sect who created this method. He didn't practice any magic weapons, but with his hands, he claimed that he could shake the world.

Even, in the disaster, this man once broke the disaster with his hands, which shows the terror of Xuanyuan's shaking hands.

The most important thing is that the cultivation of Xuanyuan shaker requires a strong understanding, which is impossible for ordinary people. It is not easy for several generations of monks of Xuanyuan sect to have one person to practice Xuanyuan shaker to the beginning.

There are three realms in Xuanyuan: Jinyu, Moyu and Ziyu.

The ink jade realm can shake the army of the golden elixir, while the purple jade realm is the extreme of this method, which can shake the calamity of heaven.

Chen Yi forcibly imprisons the sword with his hands. Suddenly, his hands shake, and the sword flies tens of meters, half of which falls into the earth.

The ink on his hands was fading, and his eyes were as calm as ever.

"It's not Moyu realm. I've cultivated it to Ziyu realm, but my accomplishments are limited. I can only use Moyu realm."

Light words make Mu Zifeng's face heavy.

The three golden elixir swords around him are dim, and he wants to refine them again. At the moment, Chen Yi makes a slow voice.

"Mu Zifeng, you can reincarnate the golden elixir, it should not be common!"

"Even if it is to practice Qi, your strength also let me down." Chen Yi stops and the scabbard floats beside him.

The ink robe is like night, like the light of heaven and earth.

"You..." Mu Zifeng was furious, and his eyes were more murderous.

But Chen Yi looked at him from a distance, and his lips closed. "You say that people in Xuanyuan sect should be respectful when they see you. Xuanyuan sect has been established for 5000 years, and has gone through ups and downs. Maybe it has been down and down, but it's not as respectful as a Golden elixir like you."

"Well, today I'll show you what the real Xuanyuan immortal method is."

With that, Chen Yi's hands suddenly coagulate, and the swallowing yuan Jue keeps running in her body.

On the Mo robe, purple Qi suddenly appeared and condensed behind him.

Behind him, a purple dense light emerged, constantly swallowing the purple Qi in his body.

What's more, the power of heaven and earth around him is constantly pouring into the dense purple air behind Chen Yi.

Mu Zifeng looks at Chen Yi. His pupils are like needles. He seems to see an incredible scene.

"This is Dan Xiao Lei Jue! "

The sound falls, behind Chen Yi, around twelve dense purple beads, there is thunder.

The sound of thunder is like thunder.