028 The Power of Ziyang Bottle
Hearing this, Yang Zifan didn't understand why he said that he pretended to be stupid. Is it because of the matter of the Millennium Ironwood Pine, but the Millennium Ironwood Pine is his secret and can't tell others, so he said, "What Millennium Ironwood Pine, Brother Mingyue, how can you tell lies today? Children who tell lies will become fools. "
"You!" Mingyue's face darkened and did not intend to continue to entangle with him. She said, "Do you know that Yuzhufeng Snow and Banana Forest is a forbidden place? Those who enter without the permission of Yuzhufeng Qinghui will die."
He said this fiercely, especially in the word "death".
The words just fell, and the murderous spirit suddenly ached. The bright moon's secret was knotted, and a cold iron flying sword was sacrificed. This flying sword is wider than three fingers, and the inscription on the hilt of the sword is clear. It is a picture of clouds and mountains. The word Tianyuan can be clearly seen in the clouds and fog. It is the most common flying sword of the Tianyuan School, and the momentum emitted by its body is far less than the Qingfeng sword broken by the bright moon.
Yang Zifan looked at it and subconsciously improved the blood blade to compare it with this flying sword.
Such a small action seems to be laughing at the bright moon.
The bright moon's eyes flashed, remembering that his beloved Qingfeng sword and rosefinch blood silk were destroyed by this man. For a moment, he was angry and rushed to the crown, and the sword formula in his hand was drawn.
The cold iron flying sword burst into a khaki sword light in the air. The light condensed and thickened, and the thicker it became, and a heavy pressure rippled away.
It is the earth spirit sword formula in the five elements sword formula of the Tianyuan School.
Yang Zifan's heart moved, and the green lotus gas in his body flowed all over his body like water. The warm feeling gave him a support.
He knows that today's World War is inevitable.
"Rang"
A sword roar broke the silence of the snow banana forest after the snow, and the cold iron sword turned into a huge mountain and hit Yang Zifan head-on.
Yang Zifan naturally could not drive the flying sword before he reached the valley period. There was a fever in his hand, and a faint cyan light appeared on the blood blade, like a Jianghu hero.
The blue light and the yellow light collided together and only heard a "bang". Yang Zifan and Mingyue's bodies were shocked, but then they immediately stabilized, and the cold iron flying sword and the blood blade in Yang Zifan's hand touched.
Mingyue was shocked. He didn't expect that Yang Zifan's cultivation had progressed so fast that he could compete with himself with all his strength. His face darkened, he stepped on his feet, said words in his mouth, and then shouted loudly: "ji!"
As soon as the voice fell, he saw his cold iron flying sword burst out of yellow light and shook the blood blade. Suddenly, he rose to the sky. After a moment, it was like lightning and fell straight down from the direction above Yang Zifan's head, and the sword did not reach the ground.
Yang Zifan took a long breath, and the heart of Jiuye Qinglian quickly jumped up, and there was a strong wind around him.
The blood blade broke through the air, with a strong momentum, bursting out a green light, and the two swords intersect again.
The cold iron flying sword hit the blue light and suddenly stagnated, and then rose to the sky. It hit it down again. The blue light trembled, but it was safe.
In contrast to the cold iron flying sword, the yellow light on his body has weakened a little.
Mingyue frowned and raised his sword again. Yang Zifan flew to the ground without waiting for the flying sword to fall. He gently touched the ground and splashed snowflakes. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the bright moon, and the blood blade hit his head.
A trace of panic flashed in Mingyue's eyes, but he did not move at all. The finger in his hand changed, and the cold iron flying sword returned to his hand in an instant. His waist sank, held the sword in both hands, and slanted up. Seeing that the two swords were about to intersect again.
Yang Zifan's body in mid-air suddenly stagnated and slowed down.
"Oh!" Haotian, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but be surprised.
This small change turned the situation straight down. The blood blade avoided the attack of the cold iron flying sword and directly hit the bright moon. That momentum could definitely break him.
The bright moon was greatly shocked, and the white light flashed on her body in panic, and suddenly disappeared under Yang Zifan's sword.
Yang Zifan stood on the snow and looked to the west. He saw that Mingyue held a ring in his hand that was exactly what almost killed him that day.
Mingyue was very annoyed when she stared at the Taoist clothes cut out by the sword light. If it hadn't been for the magic of the phase ring, she would have been opened by Yang Zifan and died on the spot.
He raised his head and stared at Yang Zifan. He didn't understand what had happened to him in the past few months. Even his swordsmanship was so exquisite, and he was jealous for a while. The so-called jealousy and hatred, the fierce anger in the bright moon's chest added a hatred, and suddenly it was out of control.
Haotian, not far away, also recovered from the shock of the sword just now. Such an action is easy for him to do, as long as he does his job when the sky falls, but I'm afraid that this pause will not even touch the corners of the other party's clothes, but one point less may be self-defeating.
What's the matter with such an exquisite mind that appears on a fool?
The bright moon's face changed from white to blue, with both hands knotted. The cold iron flying sword rose in the air again. Yang Zifan held the sword in one hand and quickly stepped forward, raising snowflakes under his feet, gradually covering his figure.
seemed to respond to Yang Zifan. The moon in the sky was covered by thick clouds, and there was a piece of white snow. In a blink of an eye, heavy snow was blowing one after another, and the world was chaotic.
The blood-red sword light pierced the white snow, and at the same time, it also cut through the virtual shadow of the bright moon with strange blue light, and the bright moon disappeared again with the phase ring.
In the heavy snow, a purple smoke suddenly floated, but it was a purple bottle.
As soon as the purple bottle appeared, it turned smoothly. Huo Ran saw the purple gas rushing out of the mouth of the bottle. Yang Zifan's face became serious. He saw the exquisiteness of the purple bottle in the Cuiping Hall. He dared not be careless and decided to hide first.
However, the power of the purple bottle to be the magic weapon of Yuzhufeng can't be underestimated. Yang Zifan dodged first, and the bottle immediately turned around the mouth of the bottle, and his body was purple light and lightning. Yang Zifan seemed to fall into the mud and began to move more difficult.
This situation seems to go back to the first time when I worked hard with Tianyi. Suddenly, he remembered the method of Qinglin to deal with the purple bottle in Cuiping Hall.
He quickly carried up all the green lotus qi in his body, and the blood blade trembled violently in his hand. His feet suddenly stabbed the Ziyang bottle along the suction.
The bright moon hiding in the dark in the flying snow saw such a scene, and there was a smile hanging between the corners of his mouth. The real power of the purple yang bottle is not the two qi in the bottle, but the suction generated by the purple yang gas in the bottle. Once people are sucked into the bottle, those who are not good enough will turn it into blood on the spot.
Such a powerful ability is not allowed to be used in intra-fighting, but at this time, Mingyue has a strong murderous heart and will not take into account these at all.
Just as Yang Zifan approached the Ziyang bottle, he suddenly took out a yellow Taoist charm and read a word in his mouth. His fingers lit a fire. Haotian in the distance was shocked in his eyes. Yang Zifan did not know the real power of the Ziyang bottle, but he knew it.
The yellow Taoist charm is the only one that can open the real power of the Ziyang bottle. It should be in the hands of Qinghui Zhenren. How can it appear in the hands of this boy?
As soon as this charm came out, the purple bottle suddenly glowed, and it swelled more than a thousand times between breaths. The body slanted, and the huge mouth of the bottle seemed to open the door, and suddenly shot out purple light.
Yang Zifan suddenly found that something was wrong, but it was too late. The purple light came very fast and covered him in an instant. Then he only felt that his body was tight. Since then, he could no longer be shaken and was sucked in by the bottle.
The chaotic snow calmed down, and the purple bottle turned into its original size and flew back to the hands of the bright moon.
Haotian in the distance has been stunned for a long time. He never thought that Mingyue would kill Yang Zifan so cruelly.
Those who killed in a private fight in the door are the crime of five thunderbolts!
As the eldest disciple of Weak Shuifeng, he is quite aware of the rules of the Tianyuan School. In his thoughts, he found the seriousness of the matter. His eldest brother saw that the two fought to death, which was at least a heavy punishment for more than 20 years. So he quickly left the place of right and wrong, as if he had never seen this scene.
Mingyue got rid of Yang Zifan's thorn in the eye and was in a good mood. Looking at the red purple bottle in her hand, she couldn't help laughing.
The snow in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, as if it is sad for Yang Zifan's life and death, covering the bright moon, the snow banana forest, and the whole Tianyuan faction.