053 Yang Zifan's anger

In an instant, Yang Zifan completely understood who the power under the giant palm belonged to.

The night wind is cool and the mountain breeze is desolate.

"Puff" Tianbao Zhenren vomited a mouthful of blood. He turned around and looked regretfully at Liang Yichen and Qingming Zhenren who could not be protected in the distance. The world was dark.

"No!" Yang Zifan rolled and picked up Tianbao, and put his hand on his veins.

Yan Ji looked at it with a complicated look and sighed, "He's still alive."

Yang Zifan silently picked up Tianbao Zhenren and found a flat place to gently put him down. His movements were gentle and gentle, for fear of hurting him.

After doing all this, he stood up with no expression on his face and said to Yan Ji, "Can you do something?"

Yan Ji looked at his serious appearance doubtfully and smiled softly, "Do you want me to take you to accompany them?"

Yang Zifan shook his head and said coldly, "It destroyed the Tianhe array."

At this point, Yan Ji's expression changed and turned to the middle of the casting platform. It was strange to say that the rusty bronze tripod in the middle of the casting platform was undamaged under such a situation. Not only this, the three bluestone bricks under the tripod were not damaged at all. Although the casting platform was cut off by more than 100 feet, he seemed to be It's like the ground under this hundred feet, and it hasn't moved.

She looked at the bronze tripod for a long time before saying, "I can't destroy it."

Yang Zifan looked back sadly instead of looking at the bronze tripod, but at the locked black stone door above a hundred feet and said, "Senior sister, I'm sorry." Then he withdrew his eyes and stared at the beautiful woman on the "shore" and said, "Today, I will fight with you."

Yan Ji seemed to hear a big joke. Liu's eyebrows spread softly and laughed wildly. After a long time, she stopped smiling and said, "Joke, you are really the first person in the world if a monk dares to speak like this. Since you want to die, I will fulfill you."

After saying that, his fingers bounced gently again, and a little black light had a darker color than the night. Under the moonlight, he hit a beaded chain and flew to Yang Zifan.

Yang Zifan wanted to avoid, but the black light came very fast, and he had come close to him just before he could react. He was shocked and quickly started the heart of Jiuye Qinglian, and the injury in his body had already healed by 70% or 80%.

At this time, he knew that he could not avoid it at all and could only rely on the magical defense of Qingluan Xianjia.

Yan Ji saw Yang Zifan standing on the ground and could only shake her head and sigh that another fool died in her hand. She did not want to see the blood splashing four feet. She looked up at the moon that gradually began to turn red in the sky.

She knew that when the blood moon was in the sky tonight, Tianhe would definitely appear, and she heard the sound of banging and Kara's blood bursting. She shook her head again, and then floated up, intending to destroy the whole Tianyuan faction.

But at this time.

"Where are you going? I'm not dead yet." Yang Zifan's voice came to her ears. She was slightly shocked, looked sideways, and a crimson sword came close to her.

After the hilt of the sword, Yang Zifan was wrapped in a flame and was unharmed.

She was shocked and nodded her sword with her hand. Yang Zifan was forced back three feet as if he had been hit hard, but only three feet, he stabilized his body and rushed up again.

Yan Ji said angrily, "Looking for death." He pointed out with his hand, as fast as thunder, and pointed out three fingers in one breath. The first point was pointed at the sword body, the second pointed at the tail of the sword, and the third finger directly pointed directly to Yang Zifan's chest.

Yang Zifan did not dare to take it hard and avoided it sideways. Unexpectedly, Yan Ji's fingers suddenly went up and down, like a slippery and incoherent little fish. When he was not yet sideways, the wave sounded and clicked on his chest. Yang Zifan was stunned. When he looked up at her, his chest seemed to be hit by a hammer. He stood uncertainly, fell two somersaults in the air and fell to the ground. With a wow, he spewed out a mouthful of blood and stood on the ground like a pile of soft mud.

Although Qingluan fairy armor became self-immotivated when Yan Ji took action for the first time, and Yang Zifan was intact, it was a pity that no matter how magical it was, it needs to be based on cultivation. Yang Zifan's cultivation was low, and this time he was directly pointed. Although Qingluan Xianjia absorbed most of the strength for him, he could not resist what penetrated into his body.

Looking at Yang Zifan's blood blade, he had already broken three pieces, and there was no aura at all. There was only one hilt left in his hand.

Yan Ji can be said to have used 70% of her fairy power, but the power that bounced back on Yang Zifan made her fingertips still hurt at this moment.

Just with a random finger, Liang Yichen and Qingming Zhenren were seriously injured. One of them reached the Yuanying period and the other reached the empty underworld period, but at this time, the little monk in the valley period seemed so powerless to deal with it.

"Is it that he is pregnant with a strange treasure?"

When she thought that he could recognize her identity, Yan Ji suddenly realized that she lowered her head and looked seriously at Yang Zifan lying on the ground for the first time.

In the extinguished firelight, a simple lock armor appeared from time to time on Yang Zifan's body. Although she could only peep at a corner, the Yanwen carved on it made her pale.

This is something she can't have: fairy armor.

"How can it be!" Yan Ji's expression changed greatly. It was completely impossible for a mortal boy to wear fairy armor. She suspected that it was her illusion, but the faint breath on the lock armor, the golden text clearly told her that this was the only fairy armor.

Yang Zifan's shoulder, who was lying on the ground, shook his shoulder and stood up with difficulty again. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. His face was pale but his eyes were clear. He looked up and even looked at Yan Ji arrogantly and said, "Do you see it? You can't kill me, and I know you are not a real fairy.

"What?" Yan Ji was shocked.

Yang Zifan looked at her and smiled and said, "Although you have fairy power, you don't have a fairy body, and you are so anxious to find the Tianhe in your mouth. You must have lived for a short time."

Once again, she was peeped into the privacy of her heart by this little monk, and only felt that the monk in front of her was absolutely not simple. Why was she in the Tianyuan School and had never heard of his name at all? She was annoyed.

"Fool full of nonsense, look at me, I won't slap you."

After saying that, another slap came out. This palm seemed to drive the power of the stars and patted Yang Zifan's skull fiercely. Although such martial arts people's playing method is simple, it is the most direct and powerful way.

The strange thing is that Yang Zifan did not avoid it. He stood there like that, looking at Yan Ji with clear eyes and smiling indifferently: "So in such a panic, I can only say that you are pitiful, more pitiful than the man in the cave."

The palm in the sky stopped abruptly, only two fingernails away from Yang Zifan. Yan Ji looked at him with a complicated look, and her thin fingers trembled, as if she had exhausted her strength, but she couldn't take it down after all.

She asked in a trembling voice, "How do you know so much?"

Yang Zifan spread out his hands and said, "I'm also a poor person."

"Hmm! Poor man, you have only lived for a few years. Yan Ji withdrew her hand, as if she recalled a lot of troubled past events.

"Thousands of years, always live a life." Yang Zifan looked down at the cyan lotus on the handle of the jade sword in his hand, but now it had become a broken sword. He sighed, afraid that he would be ashamed of Tianyi's old sword, so he bent down and carefully picked up the broken sword and put it in the nameless ring.

Yan Ji was touched by Yang Zifan's words, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes and said to herself, "Thousands of years, a life..."

The white moon in the sky was still the same, and the night wind blew the devastated sword casting platform. Yan Ji's expression suddenly changed greatly and slapped Yang Zifan again, but this palm had no worries.

"Ky, you want to lie to me."

Her palm came suddenly, and Yang Zifan was caught off guard. He only felt that the evil wind was blowing between his cheeks. Time became slow at that moment, and Yan Ji's palm fell down with a layer of fairy power in front of her.

"Evil beast, stop it." Just when Yang Zifan felt that he was afraid that he would be slapped flesh and blood, a thin palm wrapped around him. Yang Zifan only felt in the clouds. The next moment when the surrounding environment was clear, he found that he had floated in the air and there was a familiar smell around him.

turned his head and looked sideways, but stayed in the air. I saw the man in a gray shirt, wrinkled face and cloudy eyes. Who is the deaf uncle who has been with him for many days?