Chapter 1126 Nangong Xiaojian

The hot spiritual power rose from Dantian, and Zhou Xingyu shook his head with a wry smile. Refining elixir is a technical work. There is always waste elixir that does not have the heat. Most of such elixir is burned into waste residue or the medicinal properties have changed. Of course, there are also some insufficient heat. The medicinal properties do not meet the standard of elixirs at all, which are directly ignored. Such elixir, even if taken, is very low compared with qualified elixir, the power of the medicine emitted is very low. It is a three-point poison. Cultivating external elixir is simply a process of constantly taking elixir to impact the state, and then spending a very long time to quench impurities.

And this waste elixir contains extremely low medicinal power and a lot of impurities. In Miaochengzong, even the little disciples of the outer gate disdain to take it. Are you kidding? In the flame of the earth's heart of the fire hall, Gan Ping was integrated into a wisp of innate silence. The quality of the refined elixir has been improved by the first class. The same elixir is divided into one, two, three, four. If the third-class elixir is refined, it is simply thrown away directly. When did Zhou Xingyu, the core disciple of the ground fire hall, take it? Abandoned Dan?

However, the current situation is no longer allowed for him to be picky about food. These scattered elixirs that had to be killed by himself were thrown into his mouth and turned into a blazing like a blade of medicine, moistening the meridians and Dantian, which had already dried up and forcibly stimulated countless cracks. Damn, if this magic gun completely recognizes the Lord, how can it fall into such a field?

Zhou Xingyu couldn't help cursing with chagrin. The dark three forks in his hand flashed a little unrecoverable light. This artifact was subdued by Zhou Xingyu as a last resort, but even if Zhou Xingyu made rapid progress, he could not fully refine the magic gun at present, let alone subdue the spirit in it. Although this magic gun is very majestic, only I know the pain in it. I can't do it. I can't hold this artifact to cross the market. I really can't put it away!

At this point, the magic gun is still not moved by itself. I'm afraid that the artifacts in it also hope to be killed and choose the master again. The warm sea breeze brushed Zhou Xingyu's face, and Feng Yaoying, with a pale face, sat on a cloud-shaped magic weapon. Fortunately, the white clouds refined by the sunflower silk taken from the nine-day wind had no choice but to take off. Otherwise, the two were exhausted and hunted down. On this vast sea, there was really a landing. There is no party.

In this vast overseas, life-threatening is not only the pursuers behind them, but also terrible beasts and monsters flash from time to time. The overseas is boundless. No one knows what the end of the sea is. In such a huge sea, there are naturally countless powerful monsters. It is the existence of these monsters, Tianfu Mainland. The monks will not go deep into this sea as a last resort.

He stuffed the last remaining inferior elixir into his mouth. Zhou Xingyu looked at the gloomy Feng Yaoying beside him, sat cross-legged on the white cloud barrier, and began to practice with his twenty-eight star disillusionment gun in his arms. You can't die! Not for yourself, for Yaoyao, you also have to fight with the people who come!

Three thousand feet under his body is the vast blue sea. With Zhou Xingyu's activation of the fairy spirit in his body, the vitality between heaven and earth began to bulge. There is no fairy spirit in this world. Even if the monks have passed the heavenly disaster, if they want to cultivate a trace of fairy spirit, they can only rely on the purification and compression of the aura to complete it. However, when the door of the fairy world opens, the pure yang spirit and fairy spirit of the endless lunch break surge in, which makes this world also undergo subtle changes.

The strange thing is that with Zhou Xingyu's practice, a huge dark shadow flashes through the sea below from time to time, which is fleeting and difficult to see. Feng Yaoying, who also sat cross-legged beside Zhou Xingyu, looked at his increasingly mature and handsome face, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

Speaking of which, Zhou Xingyu is not a beautiful man, with a slightly round face, a little immature and green. Speaking of which, he is only a teenager under the age of 20, but the sufferings and dangers suffered along the way have made the teenager much calmer down a lot.

Just as Feng Yaoying looked at Zhou Xingyu without blinking, Lang Lang's laughter came in the distance. He saw a man in a simple robe and two wide sleeves that could almost sweep to the ground. At the top of his head, a strange high crown about two feet long stood up above his head, and he looked old-fashioned and It's weird.

If Gan Ping, who has read the ancient Taoist scriptures, is here, he can immediately recognize that what people are wearing is the most popular clothes ten thousand years ago. They don't care about years of cultivation. Obviously, this person is also an old monster. The man was covered with white powder on his face and looked extremely strange. He stepped out of the space cracks thousands of miles away and moved forward slowly.

Although he seemed to move very slowly and moved forward step by step, every time he took a step, there would be a cloud under his feet to support him. This person took a thousand miles, but after a few breaths, he had come to the two people and sneered.

"The boy of Miao Chengzong escaped fast enough, but it's a pity that you don't have enough cultivation and take a woman with you, otherwise you may really escape!" The stiff voice sounded, and Feng Yaoying looked gloomy. If it hadn't been for his own drag, Zhou Xingyu might have really escaped from the claws of this strange man.

The man's eyes slowly swept over Zhou Xingyu, who was crossing his knees. His fiery eyes flashed away on the magic gun in his arms. Looking at Feng Yaoying's eyes, he was a little more surprised. Enchanting seven orificing hearts? It's rare!" When the man's eyes flashed over Feng Yaoying, his eyes immediately shined, "My Nangong Xiaojianguo is so lucky that I can meet the enchanting Qiqiao exquisite heart, hahahaha..."

The stiff and rigid laughter sounded weird and harsh, as if countless sharp swords kept hitting and chirping. The voice reached Zhou Xingyu and Feng Yaoying's ears, and their bodies shook together and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The smile on Zhou Xingyu's face was even more bitter. It turned out that Nangong Xiaojian was playing a cat-and-mouse game. Otherwise, with the strength shown now, he had already been killed by him. How could he escape overseas?

"Edict!" The wind Yaoying and pointed to the sword, pointing to the eyebrows of the Nangong Xiaojian from afar. A bright red and dazzling red silk wrapped around her jade lotus root-like arm, dissipating the faint fluctuation of mana, which was obviously extraordinary. And with the Feng Yaoying's pointing, countless columns of water with a thickness of more than ten feet suddenly emerged from below and hit the Nangong sword!

"Azorous water-sharing beast? Hahahaha, don't you know that it's the secret of Kanshui's true sword practice of Nangong Xiaojian? It's really too much to do it with me on this water!" Nangong Xiaojian seemed to see something funny. He waved his palm, and a huge sword rainbow immediately swept over. More than 300 colorful water-sharing beasts with bodies for several miles appeared from the column of water. They were immediately crushed by the sword rainbow and turned into a rain of blood all over the sky.

"Better, close!" A trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. Feng Yaoying suddenly pulled the red silk on her jade arm. Suddenly, it seemed that the power of some law appeared. The breath of the whole sky tightened. Although the Nangong sword was already the realm of the immortal king, it was still bound by this strange power and stagnated for a while.

Nangong Xiaojian's eyes suddenly shrank and smelled a trace of danger. When Feng Yaoying stood, a large mouthful of blood spewed out. Although the magic she used was extremely wonderful, the gap between her and Nangong Xiaojian's cultivation was really too big. Just a slight struggle made her veins about to crack and her delicate body fall.

Just as Nangong Xiaojian was about to break free from the shackles of this strange power, the corners of his eyes swept over Feng Yaoying's pale face and immediately hesitated for a moment. What I want is a living enchanting and exquisite heart. If I fight back and shock this woman to death, it will not be worth the loss. After all, this woman is just a yuan god realm. If she only loses a little strength, she will lose her soul.

When Nangong Xiaojian was hesitating, a fierce and vast light suddenly rose from the white cloud barrier, with boundless pressure, but the peerless fierce breath stabbed the eyebrows of the Nangong Xiaojian!

Whether it is those gorgeous water-sharing beasts as cannon fodder, or this Feng Yaoying's strange power, it is only for this blow as a cover! At this moment, Zhou Xingyu's eyes were red and his pupils were bloody, and all his spirits were integrated into this blow. The twenty-eight star disillusionment gun in the palm of his hand flashed with countless streams of brilliance, and twenty-eight stars appeared from time to time, sending a shocking blow to this Nangong sword!

Whether it is Zhou Xingyu or Feng Yaoying, there is no chance of winning in the face of this unrivaled sword practice. Only by relying on the power of these twenty-eight star disillusionment guns can it be possible to achieve success in one fell swoop. After all, it is a top-quality artifact, which can only exert half of its power, and it is easy to repel the Nangong Xiaojian, which is only in the realm of immortals. What's more, this Nangong Xiaojian was originally a sword, and the power of killing is unparalleled in the world, but the power of protection must be much worse. If it were a person, the two would not dare to take such a risk at all.

Therefore, the two will join hands to lay out such a game. Time is in a hurry, and there is no time to arrange it at all. Otherwise, with Feng Yaoying's special ability, they can find a few fairy-level monsters in this vast ocean, and they will have a better chance of winning. But even so, the Nangong sword was also creepy. On the approaching tip of the gun, it smelled a trace of danger.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah..." Nangong Xiaojian roared wildly. At this moment, he didn't care about pity and cherish the jade. Countless swords rushed in his own body, and in an instant, he broke free from the shackles of the invisible power. Feng Yaoying's face was gray, looked up to the sky and fell down, and his breath was dying.

Zhou Xingyu's heart was shocked, but he burned his little real mana more violently. His eyes were red, and he pierced the eyebrows of the Nangong Xiaojian fiercely. At this time, the sharp tip of the gun had reached less than half an inch of the Nangong Xiaojian's eyebrows!

However, just this half inch, Zhou Xingyu has been unable to move forward at all. The small and exquisite transparent sword gushed out of his eyebrows, blocking the eyebrows of Nangong Xiaojian. This small sword doesn't seem to have any power, but no matter how Zhou Xingyu urges it, it is difficult to move the magic gun in his hand forward even one point.

"If you can force me to use my sword heart, you are also a person, but it's a pity that's it!" Nangong Xiaojian's face was gloomy and cold, and a few words popped out of his teeth. He almost capsized in the gutter. The fierce reputation of this twenty-eight-star disillusionment gun is resounding through the three worlds, and even Wen Duo, who is at the peak of Da Luo, can seal it, not to mention himself?

If he was pierced by this gun and thought of this, Nangong Xiaojian couldn't help shivering and dared not think about it any more. His eyes looking at Zhou Xingyu were even more cold and murderous. Zhou Xingyu cried secretly in his heart. No matter how he urged, this magic gun seemed to be nailed in mid-air and could not break through the obstruction of the Nangong Xiaojian Heart Sword at all.

The power of the sword cultivation is integrated into this heart sword. In the Miaocheng Sect, the one who condenses the heart sword is just Mo Jianfeng, and it has just formed. Even Gan Ping's cultivation of Tongtian has failed to cultivate his own heart sword. After all, he is not a swordsman who is addicted to kendo, and it is normal that he can't condense his sword. However, it can also be seen how rare this heart sword is. It is related to the life of the sword cultivation. It is more important than the body. It can force the Nangong sword to move the heart sword. If it spreads, Zhou Xingyu will be proud enough.

With a smile, Nangong Xiaojian slowly stretched out his hand, and the endless sword light jumped from his fingertips, slowly fished, and stretched out to Zhou Xingyu very slowly. He wanted to make this talented and talented teenager slowly threaten to die. At the thought that such a boy with infinite possibilities would die under his own hands in the future, his blood began to boil.

Zhou Xingyu saw the sword light and slowly pointed to his eyebrows. He couldn't help but change his expression and twisted the barrel of the gun desperately. Unfortunately, he still did not move at all. Just when he was extremely anxious, a smile came from himself. Bullying children..."

Before he finished speaking, the long and powerful big hand had been put on the barrel of the magic gun, gently twisting and giving it away! The whole process was careless and flowing. Zhou Xingyu only felt that it was like an iron plate at the tip of the gun. He immediately turned into thin paper under this power and made a thump. The head of the Nangong sword was immediately penetrated by the sharp tip of the gun!

At the same time, a dark golden stick has hit the back of the Nangong sword. Adhering to the consistent shooting style, Huoer is still a good hand at hitting the stuffy stick behind his back. The whole process is flowing, without a trace of fireworks. Zhou Xingyu was stunned. When he saw Huoer's strange little face. Then, the hanging heart was put down, "Brother Gan Ping, save her. She is Uncle Mo's daughter!" After saying this, he fainted neatly.

He fainted simply, leaving a surprised face of Gan Ping and Huo Shenzi looking at each other in con's eyes. "Just now, what did he say?" Gan Ping stammered and asked. Huo Shenzi rolled his eyes and said that he didn't understand. Only Huoer, a heartless little thing, rushed to the Nangong sword with a cheer. The little claws flew over and searched.