On that day, Zhu Qingsheng had a hurry to get in touch with him, and he realized that he was a knowledgeable and elegant scholar. Later, when he saw him disappear without a trace, he felt that he was another martial arts master. He didn't expect to meet him here. Could he be from the Xueya Sect?

Sima Yuan and the far-reaching prayer: "Mr. Ran, I haven't seen each other for several years, and my style is as good as before. It's really gratifying. My fourth junior brother has already gone to Fengdu, Sichuan. On July 15th, on the day when the gates of ghosts open, we will meet again."

Ran Yanmao said "Oh", as if extremely disappointed, and said, "Since that's the case, I have no fun. I won't fight with you Maoshan. That hero with a scimitar must be Luoyang's "Silk Dance Knife" Gong Zhenyue. His name is well-known, and he is not talented, so he dares to learn the tricks."

The man who was called Gong Zhenyue said solemnly: "I heard Mr. Ran's name for a long time. With such talent and knowledge, why should I go to the evil path and fall into my own identity?"

Ran Yanmao smiled and said, "It's not true, it's not true. Black and white are hard to distinguish. Mr. Gong said that I have entered the evil path, but I said that Mr. Gong was obsessed with it. The word "evil and righteous" cannot be clearly distinguished in just one sentence."

Gong Zhenyue said: "Since that's the case, I'll ask you for advice from me." Two scimitars overflowed in gray one after another, turning into six sword lights and slowly rotating around the whole body.

Ran Yanmao smiled when he saw this, "I heard that Mr. Gong combined the swordsmanship and sword techniques into one, and came down to learn more." As he said that, he stepped forward and appeared six feet ahead when he fell.

At this time, a man from the south farther south shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Xiahou, it's my incompetent that I let them break through the defense line." A man with a square face and a very mighty appearance rushed over, and dozens of disciples of the Snow-Organ Sect were following behind him from a distance.

Xiahou Yuan waved his hand and said, "The five of them are top experts. When they are put together, they are almost invincible in the world. It is normal for them to not be able to stop them. Junior Brother Fang Song, you can use the "Sword Breaking Style" to capture the dragon claw. Go and learn the skills of Fairy Nanyao."

Fang Song said in a straight voice: "Yes, it's up to the order of his senior brother." With a flash of his hands, a pair of gray-brown beast claw gloves had already appeared. Five nails were shining, more than three inches. His fingers were scratching, and the air seemed to be torn apart, making a whirring sound.

Xiahou Yuan Jing stood in the air and said in a respectful voice: "High Priest, I'll give it to you. I'll go and meet them."

Kashimo kept silent, his fingers fluttered and danced, and invisible waves of energy continued to surge towards the flower ring.

"Five Colorful Flag Envoys, the enemy is in front of you. You must assist the high priest and take down this witch early." Xiahou Yuan finished his order, and then said to Zhong Bai and Sima Yuanji: "The two are first-class players of the Zhong family and Maoshan. They have been famous for a long time. I am bold enough to ask you two."

Zhong Bai was stunned and laughed: "You hit us two by one? I didn't expect you to be even more crazy than me, haha, Miaoji, Miaoji. I want to give up the title of the number one madman."

Sima Yuan and Su Zhi Xiahou were originally cautious and never did arrogant and bold things. He must have some necessary certainty when he said this.

Xiahou Yuan put his hands on his chest and then slowly separated. A series of powerful and domineering white air waves flew out one after another. Then a roar of huge waves resounded throughout the four fields. His palms became bigger and bigger. Countless white air waves flew out, and a crystal white bead slowly appeared, with purple air flowing in the middle.

Sima Yuanji changed color slightly, but he didn't expect that the dragon ball was still given to him. He just didn't know how magical the dragon ball was, so he mastered it.

Zhong Bai was shocked when he saw this and then snorted: "I didn't expect you to succeed, but the dragon ball has a huge power. Is it possible for you to master it?"

Xiahou Yuan said: "It is true that I can't master it, but there are five-colored divine lights below and the help of the high priest of this sect. In just a few days, I can master one or two. Please give me advice."

The five-colored divine light slowly flew over, slowly trapped the dragon ball, and flew against it, stirring up a series of five-colored air waves in the sky. Xiahou Yuan waved his right hand lightly, and the five-colored divine light slowly floated towards Zhong Bai and Sima Yuanji.

No one in the world has ever seen the true power of the Dragon Ball. At this time, seeing the five-colored divine light and the Dragon Ball slowly flying over, Zhong Bai and Sima Yuanji did not dare to be careless and waited intently. Taiqing Banner and Kui Yang Parasol were guarding them, and a powerful and dazzling light burst out.

Zhong Bai laughed: "I have been fighting around for so many years. I have seen all kinds of people and opponents. Only this dragon ball has never seen it. Let me take a look." He slapped his palms quickly, and two extremely powerful waves of air slashed out angrily and rushed straight to Xiahou Yuan.

Xiahou Yuan's face did not change, and he made a gesture with his right hand. The dragon ball slowly rotated in the five-colored divine light, quietly overflowing a white air light, blocking Zhong Bai's air waves, like a smooth mirror, refracted Zhong Bai's air waves back and rushed towards Sima Yuanji.

Sima Yuanji's face remained unchanged. When his body moved, he avoided the light of Kui Yang's parasol slowly retracted and said, "Brother Zhong Bai, it seems that this dragon ball has the effect of reflecting true qi. Let's not waste true qi, just attack closely."

Zhong Bai threw the Taiqing Banner on his head, floated in the air to protect his whole body, and said with a smile: "It's the way for me to attack closely. Brother Sima, please take a look at it first, let me show you both hands." His palms came forward and back, and suddenly exerted force, and he rushed to three feet in front of Xiahou Yuan, and punched it, which was half a foot close.

Xiahou Yuanxin knew that he and Zhong Bai fisted and kicked him with short attacks, and he could not gain the upper hand. He protected his chest with his right palm and retreated rapidly. The five-color divine light was brilliant and he spun in reverse to attack Zhong Bai's back.

"It's just right. I'll see what the hell is this." Zhong Bai shouted loudly, his sleeves were swelling, and two black and white rays of air rolled out from his dantian, gathered along his arms to the palms of his palms, and pushed against the five-colored divine light.

Such a powerful palm hit the five-colored divine light, and it was quiet and nothing unusual. Zhong Bai's heart sank. Others could not see the strangeness. He was in it and naturally knew the mystery. His palm was like a mud bull entering the sea, and all his strength was trapped in it, missing. Just as his palms evacuated, he suddenly felt a stronger true energy rebounding from the five-colored divine light. He immediately hid behind, and a black and white tangled aura ray passed by him and rushed towards Fei Yuqiu.

Fei Yuqiu's hand had a golden light and drew a round light arc. The attack made Dao Ren caught Lu off guard and hurriedly retreat. At this time, he suddenly felt a powerful black and white aura ray of energy rushing towards him. He turned the sword forward and slashed on the black and white aura ray, "bang" and split it out. Fei Yuqiu's thoughts moved, and the remaining momentum of the Divine Refining Sword was mixed with this fierce air wave to attack the Dao Ren Ti.

The sword was mixed with the black and white aura, and the momentum was amazing. The tiger Taoist did not dare to greet him. It flashed by. Fei Yuqiu shouted loudly and rushed in. The magic sword stabbed the sheep Taoist directly.

Taoist Yang gritted his teeth and said, "What an old thief, he can take advantage of his tricks, but I don't hide." The narrow bone blade in his hand was like a pair of sheep's horns, flew out of his hand, twisted out layers of air waves, and pressed against the tip of Fei Yuqiu's magic sword.

This seemingly fragile and easy-to-break bone blade flew tightly, and actually blocked Fei Yuqiu's attack. Fei Yuqiu was about to increase his strength, but Taoist Lu and Taoist Hu had attacked each other from left to right.

Fei Yuqiu shouted softly, and a crystal light suddenly surged out of the Sword of Refining God, slashed on the bone blade of Lu Taoist, turned around in the air, and waved towards the tiger Taoist's eyebrows.

The tiger Taoist said, "What an old Taoist, who is so old, he is still flexible as before, so he will die." The weapon in his hand, which was like the spine of a fierce tiger, blocked Fei Yuqiu's magical sword.

Dao Ren Lu said hatefully: "You old thief used to rescue the student named Wu under our hands. Later, the student Wu wrote books and arranged us to ruin our reputation. Even this is the case, and I will not spare you. Today I have to kill you, the old thief."

Fei Yuqiu said in a straight voice: "You are not famous, why bother to resent others?" The sword kept stabbing three swords in an instant, and a burst of rapid attack actually knocked the Lu Daoren's weapon backwards.

In a hurry, Dao Ren Lu wanted to get up and take it back, but was shrouded in Fei Yuqiu's sword light and could not move at all. Seeing the weapon flying towards Fang Song, he shouted: "Elder Fang, hurry up and kill my weapon."

Fang Song beast claw gloves grabbed Nanyao Fairy and dragged five thin black claw marks. When he heard Dao Ren Lu say this, he slapped his right claw and knocked back the weapon of Luyao's weapon in the same way. His claws changed, and then grabbed Nanyao Fairy again.

Fairy Nanyao's face was as cold as ice. Qiu Shui Wuhen pulled over seven or eight sword flowers, blocking Fang Sheng's attack. With his wrist turned, a clear sword as clear as water slid across, and pierced Fang Sheng's chest and abdomen obliquely.

Fang Song did not dodge or avoid, clasped his claws together, flew interlaced and stalked, and grabbed the long sword of the fairy Nanyao.

Fairy Nan Yao frowned slightly. He didn't know what material Fang Shu's pair of beast claws were made of. He was not afraid of Qiu Shui Wuhen's sharp sword sharp edge at all. He reached out and grabbed it. His exquisite sword moves were interrupted several times and he could not use his magical use. This time, when he saw him grabbing him, Qiu Shui Wuhen rushed up two feet long sword energy, and the cold air rushed layer by layer, flipped upwards, and slashed towards Fang Shu's hands.

Fang Song's claws were shining with gray light, and waves of true energy like blue smoke swirled out. He shouted at the bottom and grabbed the long sword in Fairy Nan Yao's hand. Just as he was about to hold it tightly, a cold and cold true energy quickly penetrated his beast claws and rushed up from his fingertips. He was shocked, no longer careless, and slapped it with both hands, and at the same time he quickly retreated.

How could the Fairy Nanyao let him escape? Qiushui Wushen rippled out a clear sword light, dripping from top to bottom, crossed a semicircle, shouted lightly, flew up, and stabbed Fang Shu's vital body.

The cold air around him suddenly became strong, and Fang Song couldn't help but shivered. Seeing that Fairy Nan Yao was coming very quickly, her claws crossed and placed them in front of her chest. The shining beast claws gathered a gray-brown ray of air. As he waved his hand suddenly, ten interlaced and fierce claw-shaped rays passed by, and rushed straight to Fairy Nan Yao's face and head.
Chapter completed!