"Swish!" A few strands of fairy Nanyao's hair fell down leisurely, and Fang Song took advantage of the momentum to attack fiercely, either forming claws, palms, or clenched his fists. Black air radiated and struck the fairy Nanyao's face one after another.

The fairy of Nanyao shouted lightly, and Qiu Shui Wuhen's cold air rushed over, passing through two clear and pure sword lights, crossing into a rapid and whirling cross, blocking Fang Shu's many attacks. Before the remaining momentum was over, he rushed towards Fang Shu's whole body.

Fang Song exhaled his breath, and the beast claws flew in, grabbed the two ends of the cross slash, and shattered with force, like crushing the glass pillars. Countless sword lights of broken shadows fell in front of him. At this moment, a crystal-like sword tip passed through silently and stabbed directly into his chest. Fang Song was shocked and slapped the side of the sword with one hand, and floated backwards at the same time.

A cold light flashed in Fairy Nanyao's eyes, and murderous intent suddenly jumped high, and the autumn water was silently chanting, lifting it upwards, her true energy flowed from her dantian to her palm, and then from her palm to her autumn water was flowing, rushing up a three-meter-long cold sword light. Her clothes fluttered, and a sword suddenly opened up. The air immediately split, and snowflakes all over the sky rustled down.

"Who is competing with me!" Fang Song's pupils contracted sharply, and the name of the Eleventh Style of the God of Desolation was very big. Today, he finally saw him. He passed by his left hand under his right arm, raised his right arm diagonally, and half-holding the beast's claws condensed. A gray-brown true qi mass increased rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, he changed into a lion's head. Fang Song shouted suddenly: "Nan Yao Fairy, let's decide the outcome with one move." The lion's head suddenly swelled, and roared and flew out.

A trace of coldness flashed across Fairy Nanyao's face, Qiu Shui rushed in without trace, the lion's head face was violent, and the tip of the nose was on the tip of the sword. No one had the upper hand in the splash of sword light and the roar of the lion's head.

Zhu Qingsheng was shocked to see it. He did not expect that the same move "Who competes with the competition" would be so powerful in the hands of Fairy Nanyao. He had never even touched the layer of fur. For a moment, he felt sad and sighed that he was not as good as he did.

Hua Nong suddenly held his hand and said, "Stupid brat, look, there is a phoenix there!"

Zhu Qingsheng followed her gesture and saw a colorful phoenix more than three meters high floating behind Ran Yanmao, as if it was formed by the gathering of true energy. The feathers and colorful tails were lifelike. As Ran Yanmao's folding fan swung, the phoenix raised its head and whirled its wings intertwined, and its light waves were rippling, and orange-red waves flew towards Gong Zhenyue.

Six sword lights undulate around Gong Zhenyue. The two scimitars flipped and swung, dispersing the flying waves of air, and rushed in quickly at the same time, getting closer and closer to Ran Yanmao.

Ran Yanmao chuckled: "I often heard that ancient people made friends with poetry. Today I will use Liu Sanbian's "Crane Chongtian" to meet Mr. Gong for a while." The phoenix behind him flapped his wings and roared, and orange-red waves of light fan out one after another. Ran Yanmao held up the folding fan and caught it all, like dipping it in thick ink. He wrote a half-man high-caring "yellow" in front of him. His writing was vigorous and heroic, and a fierce spirit forced the words out.

Gong Zhenyue's heart was like an ancient well, without waves. He looked at the big orange-red words flying in front of him, without fear at all, and said in a straight voice: "The first few words of this word are very correct, but later the fierceness of the spirit is revealed, and his cruel and vicious intention is revealed when he writes. Mr. Ran is getting deeper into the evil path."

Ran Yanmao's expression changed, and then he chuckled: "I didn't expect that Mr. Gong still knew how to write, so let's see how my word "gold" is." The light waves of the folding fan splashed, and a word "gold" flew out.

A blue-gray sword light broke through the air, shattering the word "yellow" into pieces. Then another sword light came. The two added together and the word "gold" was shattered. As Ran Yanmao chuckled, a word "bang" popped out of the folding fan, and with a "boom", it offset the sword light and broke.

Gong Zhenyue sighed: "If the heart is not upright, the spirit will not be straight. Mr. Ran has been in the path of demons for a long time, and his heart for killing is growing day by day. If he wants to write the words "Haoran heroes" again, it will be even more difficult. What he writes now is just a sign of it."

Ran Yanmao's expression changed, as if touching the old things in his heart, and then he returned to his calmness and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, please give me a few more tips." The words "shang", "o" and "lose" came out in a flash.

Two scimitars flashed, and they slashed around their whole body. True energy like hair spread out one after another, covering Gong Zhenyue's whole body like a spider web. He stabbed his sword straight, breaking the first two big characters like a long sword, slashing the sword, splitting the third big character, and slashing towards Ran Yanmao.

Ran Yanmao clapped his hands and smiled, "The silk dance driver is indeed well-known. So what if I do one move of "Fengyang Sanlu"?" Behind him, the colorful phoenix roared and sang anger, spreading his wings, and rushing down towards Gong Zhenyue.

Gong Zhenyue shouted softly, and six sword lights all over his body suddenly flew up, twisting the missiles to each other, like a whirlwind of flying swords. The sword energy came out everywhere, and as Gong Zhenyue slashed down, he flew straight towards Caifeng lightning.

Suddenly, a violent roar was heard, which made the eardrums buzzing. Everyone was shocked. A tall figure jumped up from the ground and pulled over the five-colored divine light. Xiahou Yuan was caught off guard and was immediately pulled away by him. In shock, he wanted to make a move to retake it. The five-colored divine light was already thrown out by the figure, and it hit between Ran Yanmao and Gong Zhenyue. Caifeng and the six-path sword lights exploded, and countless waves of air scattered.

The man stopped, opened and closed his palms, rushed into the distance between Nanyao Fairy and Fang Song. The sword light and lion head were tightly opposed, and no one could move forward at all. With the roar of the man, he broke the moves of the two, and rushed into the three Taoist people and Fei Yuqiu. Seeing that the man was coming very fast, Fei Yuqiu had already retreated far away. The three Taoist people did not react, and he immediately threw them away one by one as if he threw a chicken.

The high priest Kashi's fingers were beating, and invisible qi waves came out one after another. Su Xin's range of movement rapidly narrowed, and there were five black-robed men surrounding him holding colorful flags, which made him more and more difficult to bear.

At this time, the three figures screamed and slapped at the high priest Jia Shi. Jia Shi was still, and he waved his left bullet to block the three of them one after another. As she blocked her left hand, the force of restraint could not help weakened. The tall figure rushed forward bravely and slapped one of the black-robed men with a palm. The black-robed man didn't expect him to come so quickly, so he had to block it with a colorful flag in a hurry.

The man roared wildly, shaking the man in black robe, and stopped. He broke through the layers of bondage of the high priest Kashi with one palm, took Su Xin out and fell back to the ground.

Everyone was shocked. Who was this person? With a pair of flesh palms, he broke through the combined attacks of the eight masters at that time and looked at him one after another. He saw a savage with fluffy hair, two feet tall, and muscular body standing majestic, with fierce light in his eyes, four fangs protruding high, and his neck was full of fluffy brown mane, surrounded by a tiger-skin skirt, which was extremely strong and mighty.

Unexpectedly, the savages in Shennongjia were real. Zhu Qingsheng and Hua Nong suddenly remembered that they saw the footprints of the savage that day and killed two wild bears with bare hands. I wonder if it was him or if there were other savages.

Hua laughed and said, "Boy, it seems that the two wild bears were not killed by him, but also by his brothers. Go and thank him quickly. Thank you for giving you a bear paw that night."

Zhu Qingsheng smiled bitterly and said, "I want to thank him, and he has to listen to me. If I come to him and before I speak, I will be torn into two pieces by him. Wouldn't it be a big waste of life?"

Su Xin settled down, bowed to him, and smiled and said, "You are here, thank you this time."

Seeing a soft look in her eyes, the savage nodded slightly at her, grabbed her head, and took out a white white peony from behind her head, which was still bright and pure.

Su Xin smiled and said, "You are so kind. I didn't expect that you would still keep the flowers I gave you ten years ago. I'll give you a few more flowers in the future."

Hua Nong couldn't hear them talking, but he could see clearly. He twisted Zhu Qingsheng's soft flesh on his waist and said, "You guy, such a rough and reckless savage, you know that you have never sent anything to the girl."

Zhu Qingsheng hurriedly said, "Isn't this so much trouble? I will definitely give it to you, please let it go first?"

Xiao Mu smiled and said, "Youyouyou, the couple who were loving before had a fight, but it was because of a flower. Hahaha, you humans are really changeable."

Xiahou Yuan's face turned pale. He had heard the legend of the savages in Shennongjia before, but he did not expect to be so fierce and powerful. He waved his hand to attract the five-colored divine light, and ten shallow handprints were left on it, and his face looked even more ugly. Since the five-colored divine light was made, no one could destroy it. Unexpectedly, it was broken into the hands of the savage today.

Sima Yuanji pondered and thought, if the savage came to help them, or to help Su Xin, then their chances of winning today accounted for about 70%.

Zhong Bai laughed: "Old man Xiahou, aren't you invincible in the world? Even Brother Sima and I don't take it seriously. Now I can't even beat a savage. It's so ridiculous, so ridiculous."

The three Taoists were thrown away like a chicken by the savage, and were blocked by the high priest Kashi. They were embarrassed and embarrassed, and they thought they were very embarrassed today. The tiger Taoist shouted loudly: "You madman, you are the savage attacking us first. If you are not convinced, you will fight with your three grandpas for five hundred rounds first."

Zhong Bai smiled and said, "Then you knock down the savage first, let's see how strong you are."

The three people looked embarrassed and ugly, and they snorted coldly without answering.

Gong Zhenyue looked at the savage and pondered, sighing in his heart that the creation of heaven and earth was magical and unpredictable. The cultivation skills he had been practicing for many years were easily broken by a savage. It was a pity.

Ran Yanmao chuckled and said, "With this savage intervening, this fight will not be a fight. Elder Xiahou will say goodbye to you. On July 15th, Sichuan Fengdu welcomes everyone. See you again, see you again." After saying that, he turned around, headed towards the west to control the wind, and slowly disappeared into the eyes of everyone.

Xiahou Yuan thought that with this rude and arrogant savage intervened, his side had very little chance of winning today. Fortunately, Dragon Ball could be reported even when he returned to the sect. He said, "The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. Brother Fei, Brother Sima, Fairy Nanyao, Brother Zhong, Mr. Gong, let's leave here. See you again in Fengdu, Sichuan, and then we will be farewell."

The disciples of the Xueya Sect changed their back teams and retreated one after another. The high priest Jia Shi glanced at Su Xin deeply and then left.

Sima Yuanji looked into the distance and smiled and said, "Qing'er, why don't you come here to pay homage to your second uncle and Mr. Gong?"
Chapter completed!