Chapter 642: Disadvantage

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Kunlun Zong has always been known as Duobao. Li Ling’s hands are on his chest. As his hands unfold in front of his chest to form a Tai Chi ball, a seven-story pagoda appears between his hands. As soon as the pagoda appeared, it quickly flew to the sky and zoomed in.
"Boom~~"
The first floor of the pagoda opened, and the Wan Dao Xiaguang flickered. From the inside, there were countless flying swords flying toward Yang Lingling. At the same time, the Zhongyuan Shenzong Shaozong Ye Fei, who is known for his soul attack, suddenly closed his eyes. There was a vortex between the eyebrows. A chessboard appeared from the eyebrows, and the five gods were transmitted from the chessboard. Going to Yang Lingyan’s bombardment.
Yang Ling’s look is a tight one. The dead flies in Dantian suddenly turn rapidly. A thick layer of dead air reveals the outside of Yang Ling’s body. In Yang Ling’s body, it forms a solid, in the dark. The whirlwind, swiftly turning, blocking the attack of Li Ling and Ye Fei, and stagnated there for a while.
Seeing his companion began to come up with his own skills, Wang Junjie’s face was also gloomy. What he thought in his mind was that he not only had to win, but he also had to win cleanly and neatly before Li Ling and Ye Fei.
Who is he?
He is the first lord of the first Luotian in the Central Plains. Originally thought that the opposite of Xu Ziyan is only a monk in the early twelfth stage of the Dandan period, he is not hand-to-hand. Did not expect that this handed in. Not only is he in a weak position, but he is still in the process of joining forces with the music gallery.
It is unbearable!
Wang Junjie can't afford this person! He has always been accustomed to being humiliated by the stars.
He is a sword repair!
It’s only a long sword in your hand!
Suddenly took a deep breath, Wang Junjie's body instantly released a little starlight, and the number of stars is instantaneous. With the shaking of the long sword in Wang Junjie's hand, he swayed.
A red girl in the distance watched the corner of her mouth and smiled. Said to a middle-aged female practitioner around me:
"Sister, I didn't think that Xu Ziyan actually forced Wang Junjie to display the Da Luo Tianxing Light Sword!"
"Oh..." The sister smiled lightly: "Small sister, don't underestimate the purple smoke, I am afraid she has not shown the real card!"
"Hey. I didn't expect to see the Da Luo Tian Xing light sword method here. This has a lot of benefits for my trip to He Boxian in ten years." The red girl said with a chuckle.
"Oh..." The sister looked at the red dress girl with a weird look and said: "With the younger sister, you will care about Wang Junjie when you are away from the fire and clouds?"
"Oh..." The clouds fluttered and smirked.
In the middle of the monk watching another, a young yellow robe man stared at Xu Ziyan with a burning gaze, and his heart could not help but resound a voice:
"Her name is Xu? Will it be a Xu family?"
"Less Lord!" There was an old man standing beside him, and he lowered his voice and asked: "Do you say that the purple smoke will be one of the twelve branches of the Xu family?"
The young man in Huangpao shook his head and whispered: "I don't know, I didn't feel the disciples who came out with this lineup. I can't feel it."
The long sword in the hands of Wang Junjie slowly swayed. The trajectory that was crossed in the air gradually became mysterious, and slowly disappeared as the antelope hangs. Only the starlight is getting more and more prosperous, such as the stars shining. Suddenly Jianguang had a meal, and the stars were quiet, and then violently fell toward Xu Ziyan.
At the same time, the large sleeves of the cloisters were swung forward, and numerous ancient vines with thick arms were entangled with Xu Ziyan.
Xu Ziyan's left hand was shrunk inside the sleeves. A wave of waving toward the front, countless ancient vines greeted the ancient vines released from the cloister, and they were entwined in an instant, tangled in the middle of two people, infiltrated, and blocked each other while attacking each other. Numerous ancient vines turned into glutinous rice, but they still continually produced new vines that were smashing each other.
While Xu Ziyan kept waving in the left hand sleeve, the right hand and the five fingers continued to play, and the water dragon quickly formed a mini water dragon in the palm of her right hand.
Jade hands are light!
"吼~~"
The thunder of the sky is rising. Let the monks watching around change the color. The majestic Longwei spreads here. At the moment of ascension, the mini-water dragon turned into a dragon of more than a hundred meters long, and the dragonfly hovered and protected Xu Ziyan inside. When the starlight falls on the top of the water dragon, it can only stimulate the waves.
"吼~~"
Another scream. The dragon's air suddenly spewed out the dense ice arrows, screaming and screaming toward Wang Junjie and the chorus. The surrounding air instantly frozen, as if the starry sky would be frozen and shattered.
Wang Junjie waved his sword, and the stars swayed, forming a barrier against each other and blocking the thousands of ice arrows. A sudden look, the star of the long sword in the hands skyrocketed, and the mouth screamed:
"burst!"
The starry sky bursts, and the gorgeous is like a meteor shower. The thousands of ice arrows flash, reflecting the multicolored light. Enthusiastic, aura surged, and time, a vacuum belt appeared between the two sides, both sides of the body quickly retire. Wang Junjie and Qu Huilang were pale, and the dragon surrounded by Xu Ziyan also doubled, but still flanked his head, circlingly staring at Wang Junjie and the cloister.
"Boom~~"
On the other side of the battlefield, a thunderous explosion sounded, and the whirlpool of Yang Ling’s deadly slashing and smashing blasted. The golden light of the pagoda on the head of Li Ling suddenly swelled, and Ye Fei’s sacred attack also slammed Yang Linglong as if it were.
Yang Ling's body suddenly slammed, and the body's deadly killing beads suddenly burst out of scarlet light and transmitted through Yang Ling's body, forming a light curtain, blocking Li Ling and Ye Fei's attack outside. Only the face became pale, and the surface of the skin began to seep out of blood.
Xu Ziyan’s double-sleeve wave, the water dragon that wraps around the body screams and screams out, and screams toward Wang Junjie, who is opposite.
Wang Junjie puts a sword in his hand, and sings out a hundred thousand sword shadows, a sudden bunch, Jianguang a condensation, a hundred thousand sword shadow into a bundle, the tip of the sword bursts a little starlight, point at the seven inches of the water dragon, the water dragon Nailed in the air. The star of the sword pointed out that the starlight suddenly burst, and the sound of the slamming sound suddenly turned into a black dragon.
Wang Junjie stared at Xu Ziyan, and his mouth flicked a smile: "Xu Ziyan, you succeeded in angering me!"
When the words fell, the long sword in the hands of Wang Junjie swayed again, clearly showing the extremely fast shaking, but giving people a feeling of stillness. Only with the shaking of the long sword, the stars that could not be seen in the day seemed to emerge from the sky, and a trace of starlight fell from the sky, and weaved into a million-dollar net to cut into the purple smoke.
Xu Ziyan’s face is a tight look, she can feel the power of the sword net. It seems that with the power of the stars of the sky, I am silently attacking myself.
The hands and fingers are constantly moving, and the ten mini water dragons jump between the fingers.
"go with!"
Xu Ziyan sighs lightly, and the ten mini water dragons instantly ascend to heaven, turning into ten hundred-meter dragons, and screaming in the sky!
"吼~~"
The whole Wushan is shaking and the sky is shaking. The falling stars of the sky suddenly stopped and were blocked by ten dragons. However, it was a tight meal, and it slowly cut towards Xu Ziyan.
Xu Ziyan’s eyes condensed, and the real elements within dozens of holes in the body suddenly sprung, just wanting to break out. Suddenly, I felt that the body was light, and the starry sky and the ten swirling water dragons dissipated. Even Yang Lingwei, the battle between Xu Lin and Yanshan soul stopped instantly. The two sides were separated by a hurricane, and a figure appeared in the middle of the two sides.
Xu Ziyan, Yang Lingqi, Xu Lin and Yanshan soul shape quickly retreat backwards, and stood together again. Xu Lin and Yanshan souls are still good. Although the eyes are shocked, the look has not changed, because the two have been In the upper hand. However, in contrast to Xu Ziyan and Yang Linglong, the two people are pale. At first glance, they are just killing. The two are very struggling.
This is something that two people have never had since they left the Northland. In particular, after Yang Linglong has been killed and killed, the leap-forward challenge is like a commonplace. It has always been easy to get the other side, and it has never been so hard today.
Not to mention Xu Ziyan, although she did not show her own cards today, but because of her own strength, although she did not say, but also believe that she is invincible under the Yuan Ying period. I did not think that the strength of Wang Junjie gave her a shock today, and Xu Zi’s card did not show up. Who knows if Wang Junjie also has a card that does not show up?
"The disciples of the Central Plains Da Zongmen really should not be underestimated!" This is the voice that Xu Ziyan and Yang Lingling have emerged at the same time.
Looking at the middle of the two sides, Xu Ziyan's gaze is a glimpse. At this time, standing in front of them is the middle-aged monk who has been with Wang Junjie. Xu Ziyan's eyes smashed up, such as the narrow edge of the blade, the blue eyes flashed, the heart is a jump, the other party turned out to be the initial cultivation of the god.
At this time, Xiaobai and Houshan, who had been standing next to each other, did not stand still and stood by the Xu Ziyan and Yanshan souls, watching the early monks in the middle of the guard.
"Left Shishu, why do you want to stop me?" Wang Junjie's figure flashed, and he stood in the middle of the middle-aged monk, asking inexplicably.
"Small sects are not safe!" The early monks of the gods said faintly.
At this time, Li Ling and Ye Fei and others also flew to the side of the middle-aged monk, looking at Xu Ziyan and others. Whether it is Wang Junjie, Li Ling and Ye Fei, the eyes of Xu Ziyan and Yang Lingling are different at this time.

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