Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

The timing card is very accurate this time. If Liu Xunfei sweeps straight over, the immortal sword will hit the root of his thigh.

There, there is no white light!

Liu Xunfei raised his eyebrows and suddenly changed the trend. His body moved and the whole person jumped up in the air.

The white light covered on his legs immediately returned to his arm. His face was slightly coagulated. After a deep drink, the light on his right hand was great, and he pressed down with a palm towards Yang Xuan below.

The distance is still far. Naturally, this palm can't hit Yang Xuan.

Above Liu Xunfei, the aura of heaven and earth around him quickly gathered together, and in a moment it condensed into a huge white fog palm.

The palm is several meters long, just like a giant, but it looks a little trance.

As Liu Xunfei's right hand fell, the white fog like palm also fell.

Yang Xuan's eyes widened. Until he printed, a magnificent aura was suppressed. His whole person seemed to be locked. He wanted to flash aside, but he couldn't move.

"I can only spell it!"

He whispered in his heart, and the heavenly eye ran silently. While paying attention to Liu Xunfei's position, he stabbed the immortal sword filled with aura straight up.

The white fog giant palm looks weak, but it is actually very powerful.

The moment they touched, a cold sweat broke out on Yang Xuan's forehead, and his hands were full of green tendons, which was very terrible.

Fortunately, the giant palm seemed to have only one blow. After a moment, the power dissipated.

"Hum! Do it again!"

Yang Xuan snorted coldly. It was too late to relax. The long sword immediately cut back.

"Ding!"

A crisp crash came out, and the sword seemed to cut on the gold and stone, which made his arms numb.

Liu Xunfei's figure gradually appeared. At this time, he grabbed the immortal sword in one hand and smashed it out in a fist shape in the other hand.

The white light around him was taken out under this punch, and they intertwined and twisted with each other to form a complex symbol that was constantly changing.

The immortal sword was controlled, and Yang Xuan lost his weapon to resist for a moment.

He practiced so few skills that his whole body basically depended on the immortal sword. At this time, there was no way to resist, so he had to forcibly cover the aura on the body surface.

The strange symbol was very fast, but the momentum was not obvious. It just fell on Yang Xuan.

There was no explosion, and even Reiki fluctuated.

Yang Xuan flew out, his body surface was covered with a layer of white light and fell on the ground.

"Hiss!"

Changsheng sword flew over directly and landed beside him. It pierced into the ground for more than a palm. The handle of the sword was still shaking.

"Don't blame me. If you want to blame me, blame yourself for holding on too long."

In the distance, Liu Xunfei said softly. The smile on his face was still very calm, but there was a cold flash in the depths of his eyes.

At the beginning, he was still able to suppress Yang Xuan, but as the battle continued, Yang Xuan's experience gradually improved, and he was vaguely tied with him.

This is something he will never allow.

Qingzhou City is too small. It's enough to have a Liu Xunfei.

That one was the last killing move in the skill, and it was also the strongest move he learned in the national hall. Don't say that Yang Xuan was hit directly, even if he resisted deliberately, he would have no chance of winning.

He doesn't need a fierce battle, but a blow in the eyes of everyone!

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Yang Xuan lay quietly on the ground, with no God in his eyes.

The white light of the whole body poured into his body like countless ants, devouring his own aura and wantonly destroying meridians.

Most importantly, at this time, he seemed to be held by an invisible hand. The huge forces around him kept squeezing him, and the crisp sound of bones could be heard from time to time.

"What's the matter? What's the move?"

Someone exclaimed that he was born and looked at the white light transferred from Liu Xunfei to Yang Xuan.

Yang Dingshan's face was also gloomy. He looked at Liu Xunfei and said in a deep voice, "is this the means of the National Palace?"

The white light covered the whole person of Yang Xuan. At his chest, a strange symbol flashed from time to time. Every time it appeared, it would bring out bursts of spiritual power fluctuations.

The smile on Liu Xunfei's face became more and more gentle, and he slowly walked towards Yang Xuan.

"The referee hasn't stopped yet. Sure enough, they don't know the power of the white Tu spirit cage. They actually think he still has the power to resist. However, they just let me do it."

He whispered in his heart, and the speed under his feet became faster and faster.

The competition didn't stop. Even if Yang Xuan died, it's no wonder he.

The pressure brought by white light became greater and greater, and the aura in his body had been completely disordered. In addition to the great pressure from the outside world, Yang Xuan couldn't help spitting out a small mouth of blood.

His eyes became more and more empty, and his consciousness was slowly silent at this time. His brain seemed to be filled with lead.

At this time, the ground in front of me disappeared and was replaced by a blue sky.

Yang Xuan's eyes drooped weakly, his pupils had already been lax, and everything in front of him also seemed extremely blurred.

Not far away, a hazy figure appeared there out of thin air.

The shadow looks thin, no! It should be said to be graceful. Even though it was far away and very vague, Yang Xuan had this feeling in his heart.

A long scarlet dress is printed in the blue sky, like a touch of light in the abyss, which is very bright and conspicuous.

Yang Xuan tried to concentrate and wanted to see the truth, but the more so, the more blurred the shadow was.

"Ah!"

A cry of pain came out without warning.

Yang Xuan's spirit was suddenly stimulated to wake up for a moment, and the facial features on his face were twisted together because of pain.

At this time, in his body, a majestic and arrogant force suddenly gushed out and rushed to the meridians around him in an instant.

This force appeared so suddenly and arrogant that his meridians couldn't bear it.

On his body surface, a trace of blood directly emerged, dyeing him half a blood man.

"What happened?"

Liu Xunfei, who was approaching, was surprised and hurriedly stepped back two steps. He was well aware of the usefulness of his move. It was reasonable that there would not be such a scene.

At this time, Yang Xuan seemed crazy. Unexpectedly, he struggled to stand up from the ground.

In his eyes, a red light was fleeting.

His hands were already covered with blood, which appeared suddenly, as if it had been forcibly squeezed out of his pores.

Yang Xuan's facial features were still twisted. His eyes looked at the sky empty, as if to hiss, but he was pinched around his neck. It was silent and strange.