Chapter 103 Battle Yan Hui

Zhong Shan flew with his eyebrows, but just flew out of thousands of miles, Zhong Shan stopped!

Zhongshan fell on the top of a mountain peak, and Princess Jiuwei and Su Afo also stopped.

"What's wrong?" The two of them said strangely.

"I can't leave. It turns out that Yan Hui has been ambushed here!" Zhong Shan shook his head.

Sure enough, as the crowd stopped, a large number of strong people suddenly gathered around in all directions, dressed in white Confucian clothes, staring at Zhong Shan.

At a glance, there are thousands of people. Confucius really has many disciples.

The crowd did not rush to Zhongshan, but just surrounded Zhongshan to prevent the three people from leaving.

The interception of a large number of strong people immediately aroused the idea of the strong of the four directions, but none of the strong of the four directions rushed up. There was no need to stand out for Zhong Shan. Moreover, this is still the lineage of Confucius.

Zhong Shan stared at the north.

In the northern air, there is one more man in a wide blue robe out of thin air, Yan Hui!

In the past, he broke through the sky court at the beginning of the sky, but he was finally forced back by people from Zhuangzi's lineage.

Zhong Shan looked at Yan Hui, and Yan Hui also looked at Zhong Shan.

"Zhong Shan? I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years. Can your embroidered copper-like bones rise so fast?" Yan Hui said with a sense of surprise.

"Yan Hui? Did Confucius come?" Zhong Shan said in a low voice.

Confucius?

Hearing this, almost everyone's pupils shrank, Confucius? The saint of Hongru? Will he come too?

Zhong Shan knew from Ying that the opening of the Nuwa world this time is definitely not as simple as Nuwa's treasure, so the people who came this time were not only for Nuwa's treasure, but also for the Xuemei ancestor, who was the ancestor, also came.

Are there any saints?

Zhong Shan has been guessing that until before entering the Nuwa world, the young man in white that Zhong Shan saw was finally sure that a saint had arrived.

I can't remember the face! It's not as simple as a spell.

Because the memory is not disturbed by external objects, even Xuemei's ancestor, Zhong Shan clearly remembered his appearance with white hair and white beard, but the appearance of the young man in white could not be seen clearly. Not only myself, but also the nine-tailed princess can't see clearly.

In Zhong Shan's memory, there is only one person, or a dead person, who can't see his face clearly.

In the past, in the small world, the purple giant coffin stolen from the immortal world, and later the Jade Sword came to protect the corpse. The body of the saint.

Zhong Shan couldn't see his face clearly and couldn't remember it, and another one appeared in front of him.

Although Zhong Shan doesn't know who he is, he knows that he is a saint!

The battle of Nuwa is not simple. What is the reason for the saint's participation?

Yan is back. Has Confucius come?

Zhong Shan is not sure. Zhong Shan is replying with words.

Sure enough, Yan Hui's eyelids jumped wildly.

And all directions, whether it was a Confucian disciple or a distant onlooker, stared at Yan Hui.

"Well, did you shout the name of the master? Zhong Shan, don't bewitched. You can't escape today. If you had been following Ying before, I might not be able to help you. Now, you are asking for it!" Yan Hui said coldly.

Zhong Shan heard that Confucius did not matter whether he came to the Nuwa world or not, he was not with Yan Hui at this moment, or could not take care of Yan Hui!

Get to this conclusion, Zhong Shan's heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

Because the red and pink lotus has been constantly changing colors, and the red and blue are constantly alternating, Zhong Shan can only judge by himself.

"Real? I don't remember how I have a grudge against you. Why are you in a dilemma with me again and again? Zhong Shan said in a low voice.

"You killed Kong Ritian, and you still told me that there was no hatred?" Yan Hui said coldly.

"Even so, there is no need to say more. Come on, let me see how capable your Yan Hui is!" Zhongshan stepped forward.'s road.

"Zhong Shan, you are crazy! He is an ancient immortal!" Su Afo shouted.

Not only Su Afu, but also almost everyone on the periphery was stunned. Is Zhong Shan crazy? No matter how strong he is, he can't be the opponent of Gu Xian. Isn't he looking for death?

This bait, even Yan Hui was stunned. He was just about to humiliate Zhong Shan and then kill him, but now it seems that there is something wrong with this man's head?

"You are a little fairy, and you also want to provoke me?" Yan Hui said with an incredible.

While talking, Yan Hui held his hand and hit it with a palm, and a huge palm suddenly appeared in the void. The palm was full of a terrible deterrent. People standing in the distance had already felt the threat of terror, not to mention the person concerned Zhong Shan.

The mountain at the foot of Zhongshan collapsed on the spot under this oppression.

Princess Jiuwei and Su Afo both showed anxiety. Both of them were immortals. Although they could not stop the ancient immortals, it was not difficult to escape when Yan Hui was distracted, but neither of them fled.

When the ninth-tailed princess was about to take action, Zhong Shan suddenly stopped the two. In front of Zhong Shan, a purple tail suddenly appeared from the void and stabbed Yan Hui's huge palm.

As soon as the purple tail came out, there was an endless killing atmosphere in the void, and a large number of purple swords flew all over the sky.

「hong ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅!"

With a loud noise, Yan Hui's huge palm burst and dispersed.

Although it is a palm waved by Yan Hui at will, it won't collapse so soon? Unless it is the same power of immortals.

Eight poles at the end of the sky!

The strange appearance of the huge eight-pole sky tail suddenly attracted a burst of surprise in all directions.

The eight big tails danced, bringing out a strong line of oppression, and a group of Confucian disciples were suddenly pushed away by this powerful momentum.

"What is that?"

"It seems to be the mysterious mythical beast in the Great Holy Court."

"But why did it suddenly appear here?"

"Has it always followed Zhongshan? People kept talking about it in the distance.

「yi ya、yi ya ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅！」

Baji Tianwei came out. For the first time, it was completely exposed to the people of the world. Seeing Yan Hui, Baji Tianwei was not timid at all, but extremely excited. His eyes appeared at Yan Hui, and a color of desire emerged.

Seeing the eyes of Baji Tianwei, almost everyone was stunned. What's the look of this monster? Isn't he the mythical beast of Zhongshan? Why did you show such a eager look at Yan Hui?

Only Yan Hui is clear that the eager eyes are not friendly at all, but the indifferent desires, just like children seeing their beloved toys.

Of course, it is impossible for Yan Hui to know that Baji Tianwei is not looking at the toys at all, but the food.

"Eh, eh, eh..................!"

Zhong Shan let Baji Tianwei appear in front of people. Naturally, he will not continue to hide, and he doesn't need it. Today, Baji Tianwei has grown to the point where Zhong Shan can rest assured. Yan Hui? Under the control of Zhongshan, the tail of the eight poles rushed to Yan Hui happily.

The huge tail brought out a strong momentum, and a large number of Yan Hui's disciples rushed up, but when they got close, somehow, the disciples suddenly dizzled, as if they were looking at the incomparable eight bright tails and unconsciously immersed in them.

"Boom!"

A big fairy-level strong man banged at the purple tail, and with a loud noise, the big fairy was blown up. He died very completely.

The endless sword spirit made him smash his body and bones, and his form and spirit were destroyed.

The strong impact of Baji Tianwei immediately shocked everyone. It was too domineering. More than a dozen disciples of Yan Hui had been shocked to death by the aftershock.

What kind of beast is this?

The end of the eight poles came to Yan Hui in an instant, and the horrible big tail stabbed Yan Hui again.

Yan Hui suddenly had a roll of bamboo slips in his hand.

As soon as the bamboo slip came out, there was a roar in the space, and a column of fonts suddenly appeared in the void, and the body formed a plane in front of Yan Hui.

"Boom!"

"Wow ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅!, the purple tail passed, the font plane was not blocked at all, and suddenly made a lot of cracking sounds, and

「yi yayi ya ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅!"

Baji Tianwei continued to rush back at Yan, as if he didn't care about anything. That momentum is too strong. If it is only the size of an ordinary puppy, everyone must feel cute and can't wait to hold this cute little guy in their arms.

But now, there is a great and horrible momentum. As long as you touch it, you will die, and the immortal is no exception.

This is a terrible force. Even Yan Hui can't help sweating coldly on his forehead at this moment. What kind of monster is this?

The end of the eight poles chased after him and went straight back to Yan.

Yan Hui had no choice but to finally unfold the bamboo slips in his hand, the magic weapon owned by Confucius disciples, the Spring and Autumn Book!

It's just that this spring and autumn book is much stronger than the one of Kong Rift in the past. The spring and autumn book of Kong Rift is only a fairy weapon, while Yan Hui's one is a real ancient fairy weapon.

An extremely domineering ancient fairy artifact.

In the spring and autumn book exhibition, a large number of golden light sprayed straight to the eight-pole sky tail, but the golden light seemed to be unable to stop the eight-pole sky tail at all. When the mouth was opened, a large number of golden light was swallowed up by the eight-pole sky tail.

The huge slope spring and autumn book was blocked in front of him, and Yan Hui's right palm was attached to the other side. His eyes stared, and his palms exerted hard.

"Rit!" Yan shouted back, and the spring and autumn book roared towards the tail of the eight poles, and there were bursts of tremors in the void.

This tremor is not the breath, but the tremor of the empty question. This is the space of the world. The pressure of Yan Hui shows the great power.

The terrible oppression suddenly made the earth below suddenly sink down, and the strong in the distance hid farther.

But this momentum did not scare the eight-pole tail, and the purple tail of the eight-pole tail pierced the spring and autumn book.

「hong ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅!

With a loud noise, the void trembled and suddenly stopped, and the momentum of the spring and autumn book was suddenly stopped.

And the eight poles of the sky are biting towards the spring and autumn book with a big mouth.

Seeing this scene, Yan Hui's heart tightened, and he suddenly escaped a large distance away from the end of the eight poles with the spring and autumn book.

The Spring and Autumn Book became smaller and returned to Yan Hui's hands, but at this moment, there was a small hole in the Spring and Autumn Book, which was pierced by the purple tail of the eight-pole sky. A large amount of purple sword gas was emitted from the small hole.

Looking at these swords, his face changed: "Zhu Xianjian?"