Chapter 9 Fight and Analyze Tong

Looking at the people surrounding him with cold faces, Xuanming couldn't help sighing that he was really not suitable to go out. Unfortunately, since they all came, will he still be afraid of them? So teased himself in his heart, Xuanming showed a very elegant smile and a gentle smile to the expressionless person who surrounded him neatly. However, dozens of people around Xuanming can feel the slightly narrowed eyes because of their bright smiles, which are as cold as the heavy snow at the beginning of the twelfth lunar winter!

"Papa!" Just as Xuan Ming smiled brightly, several crisp applause came from the dozens of people surrounding Xuan Ming, and a tall young man came out. The young man smiled jokingly and stared at Xuan Ming and said, "You can still laugh. It seems that you are doing well in the magic religion? What a pity! All the brothers obey the order. As long as you can capture ** and Mo Xuanming, you can be listed in the immortal class and get the ancestral skills! Brothers, there are not many opportunities. They have worked hard for me!"

"Yes!! Xie Yinjiao's suggestion!" All the people in blue robes bowed their hands and thanked them. Yin Jiao looked at Xuan Ming with a smile, looking forward to Xuan Ming's sudden change of image, but he was doomed to see it. Xuan Ming just raised his eyebrows at Yin Jiao jokingly, and also looked indifferent.

**, magic? Xuan Ming's funny smile. Although Yin Jiao is very calculating, he has never been a patient person. At this moment, Xuan Ming still smiled leisurely, but still stabbed his eyes. He frowned and didn't understand why Xuan Ming could laugh so much at this moment. Doesn't Xuan Ming care about the name ** and Mo? Although he has great doubts about Xuan Ming's unwise behavior in the rumor, he does not think that Xuan Ming will be such a ** and evil person, he would rather believe that it is true. Xuan Ming is such a shameless person.

Don't you believe the people who received rumors in heaven at the beginning? After all, there are too many loopholes in the rumors. But in the end, everyone also chose to believe it. And what makes them believe is the rumor that Xuanming has defected to the demon religion.

Yin Jiao took the corners of his mouth, smiled gloatingly, slowly stretched out his right hand, and then fell heavily. At this time, the already vigilant face was a little more serious, and then he sacrificed the flying sword in his hand neatly. After receiving the signal of Yin Jiao's action, they stabbed Xuanming one after another.

Well-trained! Xuan Ming's pupils contracted slightly, and it seemed that Kunlun was willing to take down the notebook. With such slander in his heart, Xuanming stood confidently behind his hand. At this time, the slender figure actually showed a sense of straightness.

Joke, if he is still the fledgling boy a year ago, today's scene may still scare him, but today he is a person who has crawled many times at the moment of life and death...

Thinking about it, dozens of cold light, naked, exposed, and sharp flying swords also came to Xuanming. The corners of Xuan Ming's mouth gradually cracked, revealing his white and neat teeth. After that, he didn't see any movement, just took a slight step forward. However, this step was just a gentle step, and the wind suddenly sounded. Then he gently stepped down, and the sound of the hidden anger of thunder had all exploded beside Xuan Ming.

Xuan Ming on the cloud seems to have become tall at this moment...

The back, which has always been a little slender because of the yin attributes, is gradually wirelessly enlarged and enlarged in the eyes of dozens of people in blue. The black hair, the slightly pale face, and gently hooked up, also had some white lips. At this moment, the feeling of beauty stopped and changed into a gloomy evil spirit.

Black hair, which exploded one after another, flew around, changed the previous softness and beauty, and brought the cold light that was also contained in Xuan Ming's eyes at this moment.

Originally, they stopped in mid-air, but now the thick clouds are condensed, which is much more convenient. But surrounded by a large number of black clouds, Xuan Ming's white clothes also became unusual at this time. The root of the thunder is also ferocious. However, the blade of the flying sword, which was originally sharp, darkened against the dark clouds. Like a yellow wildflower mixed with a beautiful peony flower, it became uneye-catching in an instant.

Then, a flying sword was smashed by the blue thunder in the eyes of dozens of people in blue, and then fell one after another in a crackling sound. But they have no choice but to save it.

"Ah! My sword!"

In the stunned, someone finally woke up, shouted in pain, and jumped up to catch the fallen sword. Unfortunately, it was no longer sharp and cracked all over. It is not known if it can be used again. But for their low-level disciples, isn't it easy to have a good flying sword? At this moment, everyone saw that their beloved and precious flying sword was destroyed. In addition to the power of Xuanming, they also brought a trace of hatred. There was also a trace of red in Xuanming's eyes.

"What a beautiful hand!" If you can still laugh at this moment, except for Xuan Ming, there is only Yin Jiao, who has been watching the play leisurely. Yin Jiao patted insincerely and boasted coldly. Then he stepped forward and waved his hand to make a group of people in blue with red eyes staring back. He said, "I didn't expect this group of wastes to capture you, but I really didn't expect that you could defeat them with one move. It seems that I really underestimated you!"

"Ha, it's just a small matter. I just didn't expect that the defeated general would have the courage to come again this time, which really surprised me a little!"

Yin Jiao's face changed and became ugly. He opened his mouth and didn't say anything. Some disciples behind him who couldn't hear him have opened their mouths and shouted angrily, "You! **, don't bully people too much. This time we respect the life of our ancestors and will definitely capture you!"

"Oh? So how do you want to capture me? Xuan Ming looked at Yin Jiao, whose face was a little dark, and sarcastic again.

"You!" The man blushed and looked at Yin Jiao's face. He also knew that he had said something wrong. This time, he was about to say something more. Yin Jiao's gloomy eyes floated, which made him dare not say anything more. I can only close my mouth.

Yin Jiao narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Xuanming not far away. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said gloomyly, "Don't be proud too early, or you won't know how you will die in a while."

"Oh? Then please ask Brother Yin Jiao to tell yourself how he will die later? Xuan Ming asked in a good mood, which completely angered Yin Jiao. Yin Jiao's face turned blue, and his round eyes flashed with sparks and punched Xuan Ming. At the same time, the male and female swords in the sleeve robe also roared out and shot at Xuan Ming.

"Okay!" Seeing that Yin Jiao sacrificed the male and female sword so simply this time and quickly attacked himself, Xuan Ming couldn't help shouting, turning over, with frost on one foot, and sweeping at the male and female swords one after another, but no longer paid attention to the hot punch of Yin Jiao. Unfortunately, although Xuanming ignored the boxing style of Yinjiao, the cold wind brought by Xuanming's flying kick still went straight to Yinjiao, causing the power of Yinjiao's boxing style to be greatly reduced.

It was originally a cold and hot competition. Seeing Xuan Ming inadvertently, he could greatly reduce his boxing strength, which made Yin Jiao even more angry. His clenched fists were desperately several times, and his fists were strong and he spared no effort. The strong boxing wind carried golden red and bright fist shadows, like fire outside the sky. The hot breath filled the air and instantly dyed half of the sky red.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Yin Jiao started, he was so desperate. Xuan Ming was slightly surprised and looked up at him. He looked at the red fist that came to him in an instant, but he was not panicked. He just smiled. His right foot kicked out was stagnant. Xuan Ming had changed his body again in mid-air. The foot that had been kicked to the male and female swords had been withdrawn. He clenched his right hand and punched out.

He was born with a narcissus. He had this pair of white and slender hands. However, after Xuanming clenched his fist, his fist was not smaller than Yin Jiao, but much stronger than Yin Jiao. Originally, the white hand, after clenching into a fist, the blue veins also bulged from the back of the hand, ferociously covered the whole back of the hand. And it was this punch that when it was bombarded, the Qingyi religious who besieged Xuanming only felt all over for a while, and then the shadow of the fist came out from the back of Xuanming's hand and instantly enlarged, covering the whole sky.

The pressure oozed from the fist shadow also penetrated into their hearts like Tianwei. For a moment, they only felt that they were just a small ant that could be trampled on, but Xuanming, who was trapped in the center by them, was like a god. They should crawl at Xuanming's feet, licking Xuanming's feet and Xuanming's shoes to show their loyalty, instead of holding their swords and pointing at Xuanming.

Unfortunately, after all, although they are not the disciples trained by Yuan Shi himself, at least they practiced in Kunlun Mountain. Under the holy power of Yuan Shi, they are much better than the dozens of foreign mountain disciples last time. At this moment, they also held on under the shadow of Tianwei's fists, did not abandon their swords, fled, and did not crawl at Xuanming's feet, licking Xuanming's shoes. But at this moment, their pale faces and trembling hands holding swords told them that they would not last long.

Yin Jiao, standing in front of them, naturally felt the power of the punch, and knew that the disciples behind him were cowardly. His face turned white, and he obviously didn't expect that after more than ten days, Xuanming's Taoism has grown since then and has been strong. Looking at his fists, under Xuan Ming's fist, he became dying in an instant. He couldn't help but resent it again.

However, he still forced himself to smile, and his face was blue. At this time, his smile was extremely ferocious and horrible. He looked at his fist disappearing with the wind, recalled the male and female swords, glared at Xuan Ming, gritted his teeth and said, "It's really a genius. The road has increased greatly in ten days. It seems that it's time for me to congratulate you!"

Xuan Ming was also slightly shocked by the power shown by his punch. Since he devoured the white light, he has never taken action. This attempt has to surprise him. However, the surprise turned out to be a surprise. At this moment, he looked at the expression on Yin Jiao's face that had no panic but anger, and he knew that this man was afraid that there was still a trick waiting for him.

After all, Yin Jiao's plan is too heavy, and Xuanming can't help but be careless.