People are in the Demon Sect, and they start to fuse the immortal fruit

The sound of the thunder was heard, and the sound of the thunder was heard.

"Begin!"

After Qian Sha Shura's voice fell, the surroundings fell into silence, with only the breeze blowing, and the atmosphere on the ring suddenly solidified.

Feng Xing Zhenjun's figure suddenly disappeared.

Yes, he disappeared directly.

He was completely invisible on the ring, and only Ye An was standing there.

Ye An's consciousness spread out from his eyebrows, but he didn't find any trace of this person.

He moved his feet, and he disappeared from the spot.

Chasing the wind and the moon.

This is a top-notch body movement, which can still be used even in the Nascent Soul stage.

What the female devil left him were all top-notch, and he could keep practicing.

Swish!

The void was cut apart.

Snow-white, shining wind blades appeared one after another, sharp and unmatched, cutting the space into dark cracks, like cloth being torn.

Ye An seemed to be dancing on the tip of a knife, his figure was graceful, and he turned into a wisp of wind, shuttling between the wind blades, avoiding all attacks.

His consciousness had been spreading, searching for the opponent's traces, but he could not detect it.

"Interesting..."

Boom!

A huge tornado appeared on the ring, and the storm swept, as sharp as a knife. The terrifying aura swept in all directions, making everyone watching the fight shudder.

The tornado made a terrifying whistling sound, rolled up a hundred feet high, and the ring disappeared in an instant, turned into powder, and was completely crushed.

Ye An was in the tornado, and he also felt the power of this attack, and his body could not bear it.

With a flash of his eyes, the Nine Flame Furnace appeared above his head, and then, nine-colored flames poured out, like a sea of ​​fire rolling down.

Boom!

The entire tornado was ignited, nine colors of flames burned in the tornado, and the storm tornado turned into a flame tornado, releasing a more fiery and violent breath.

A muffled groan sounded in the dark, as if it was hurt by the flames.

The wind helps the fire!

With the help of the tornado, the power of the Nine Flames Yuling Fire became stronger, and the sea of ​​fire surged, burning in the entire tornado.

As a last resort, Feng Xing Zhenjun could only withdraw the tornado.

"Found you!"

Ye An instantly locked onto the opponent's breath.

In his brow, his consciousness burst out.

"Ah!"

Feng Xing Zhenjun screamed, and his figure was completely revealed.

His eyes went black, and he almost fell from the void.

Ye An threw his hand, and the Taihe Sword flew out, a sword light went straight up to the sky, and slashed at Feng Xing Zhenjun.

Feng Xing Zhenjun endured the severe pain, and a pair of wings suddenly appeared behind him, and then disappeared.

Ye An was slightly stunned.

"Disappeared again?"

This man is really difficult to deal with. His speed is too fast, and even his consciousness cannot catch him.

"Could it be a demon?"

Ye An inevitably thought of Qing Huanyi. He had seen Qing Huanyi's speed.

Swish!

A sharp edge appeared beside him, almost flying past his neck.

With a sizzling sound, the Heaven-shaking Ruyi Ling blocked the attack and was torn open a small hole.

Ye An moved his feet, and his figure changed. A full nine black shadows appeared around him.

Nine changes of the shadow!

Each of the nine figures was so real that it was difficult to distinguish.

Whoosh!

A huge fan appeared in the void. Just a light fan, it burst out endless wind, the wind blade whistled, and annihilated everything.

"Ancient treasure?"

Ye An was shocked and felt a terrible power.

The transformed figure was torn apart by the fierce wind, and the strong wind swept over with a roar.

Ye An sacrificed the Nine Flame Furnace and blocked it in front of him.

Dangdangdang!

Countless wind blades hit it, making the sound of metal clashing, sparks flying, and clanging.

The terrifying power made Ye An's body unable to help but retreat.

This is the power of the ancient treasure, which is terrifyingly strong.

The three seas sent him to fight, and they also had enough confidence.

Ye An's mind moved, and the Taihe Sword flew out, transforming into a sky full of sword shadows, bursting in all directions, and the indiscriminate attack covered every angle.

Boom!

The huge fan appeared again, and with a light fan, it tore through all the blocking storms, and the space was shredded.

The sword shadows in the sky disappeared.

With a bang, the Taihe Sword exploded and broke into several pieces.

Ye Anru was struck by lightning, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood spurted out of the corner of his mouth.

The Yuanying watching the battle suddenly showed joy: "The life treasures have been shattered, and the overall situation has been decided."

"Haha, once the spirit treasure is broken, the master will be seriously injured, he has no chance of winning

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“As expected of someone who can rival a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Feng Xing Zhenjun is indeed extraordinary.”

“Hahaha, we won the first game, a good start.”

Xue Shura glanced at them and couldn’t help but feel a little pity.

These people have never seen how bad Ye An is.

“Die!”

Feng Xing Zhenjun appeared, holding a fan in his hand, and fanned towards Ye An.

Ye An’s eyes flashed, and he pinched the sword formula: “He!”

Nine spiritual swords were distributed in the air, bursting with sky-high sword light, and a sword formation suddenly took shape.

“What is this? !”

“Sword formation!”

“Didn’t the sword break? What’s going on?”

“I saw it wrong, it didn’t break, but became nine.”

“How could it be? "

The smiles of the Yuanying in the three seas disappeared, and their faces turned gloomy.

In the sword formation, the sword energy surged, and countless sword lights burst out, slashing towards Feng Xing Zhenjun.

Feng Xing Zhenjun waved his fan, and the storm swept again.

The sword formation was shaking, and countless sword lights were annihilated, almost breaking apart.

If it happens again, the sword formation will be broken! Feng Xing Zhenjun poured his magic power into the fan and urged it again.

But Ye An's spiritual attack had already been launched quietly.

"Ah!"

After suffering a loss once, Feng Xing Zhenjun was already prepared, but he still screamed, and his soul was stinging.

A golden-red divine light burst out from Ye An's right eye and hit him.

"Ah! "

Feng Xing Zhenjun screamed again, and a blood hole appeared on his body while his soul was injured.

Ye An activated the Nine Flame Furnace, and nine-colored flames poured out, filling the entire sword formation.

Feng Xing Zhenjun truly felt the breath of death.

He flapped his wings behind him and waved the fan in his hand, trying to break the sword formation.

But Ye An launched a spiritual attack again, disrupting his rhythm.

"Ahhh!"

In the raging sea of ​​fire, nine colors kept changing, Feng Xing Zhenjun let out a miserable howl, his whole body was burning.

He finally felt fear!

"I..."

He wanted to admit defeat, but every time he opened his mouth, an invisible spiritual attack would fall and hit his soul, like an invisible whip, making it difficult for him to speak.

"Enough! We admit defeat!" Old Man Tianhe couldn't stand it anymore and stood up.

Ye An was indifferent, as if he didn't hear it.

"I said enough! "

The old man Tianhe's hair and beard were flying, and he stretched out a big hand and grabbed it directly.

"Old man!"

Xue Xiuluo stood up suddenly, and the blood spear in his hand stabbed directly.

The old man Tianhe's face changed slightly, and he had to retract his big hand.

"What does Brother Xue mean? I have already admitted defeat on his behalf!"

Xue Xiuluo's eyes were cold: "Doesn't he have a mouth? Since he didn't admit defeat, he must keep fighting to decide life and death. This is a life and death arena. The winner lives and the loser dies. Was what he said before a fart?"

"You?" The old man Tianhe's face darkened.

"If you are afraid of death, don't go on stage, find a place to live. "