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After casting the spell, Ye Qin controlled another magic shadow and flew backwards at the same time. Each of them moved dozens of feet around Yan Wei, waiting for the opportunity to find an opportunity to attack.

Yan Wei stopped in place, and a pair of blue-reed hands controlled more than a dozen big fireballs casually, enjoying the heat under the flames all over his body. He glanced at the two 'Ye Qin' and sneered contemptuously. Very disdainful.

He is entitled to show disdain,

Huoli Dafa is one of the top ten methods in Qingdanmen, which is most suitable for the cultivation of Martian root monks. In a short period of time, it has sharply increased his strength and spell control. Yan Wei is a single fire spirit root monk, which has almost failed to make him achieve the effect of doubling his strength.

Although Ye Qin's magic shadow method also came from the ancient Liao family, it only used magic spells to produce a phantom after all. It did not have any attack ability, and it failed to add any strength to Ye Qin.

"It's just a small magic spell. How can it be compared with my fire method!"

After Yan Wei finished speaking, his divine consciousness swept through two 'Ye Qin', trying to identify which was real Ye Qin and which was a phantom, but he soon found that the two 'Ye Qin' did not make any difference. They were the same cultivation, the same breath, controlled the same magic weapon, and even the cold smile on the corners of They are all exactly the same.

"What kind of magic spell is this?"

Yan Wei was slightly surprised. He frowned and whispered to himself. He released a flame shield and could only resist the attack in one direction.

No matter which Ye Qin he resists, he will turn his back to the other Ye Qin.

If he blocks the real Ye Qin, it's okay. If he fights against a fake Ye Qin, but is attacked by the real Ye Qin from behind, the consequences are unimaginable. The existence of this demon shadow seriously affects Yan Wei's judgment.

Yan Wei had a sense of anxiety in his heart. More than a dozen big fireballs controlled in his hand smashed two Ye Qin at the same time. As long as he can hit, the phantom will definitely be broken, and the real body can block the fireball, so that he can definitely tell that it is the real Ye Qin.

Ye Qin was also secretly shocked. Almost all of these big fireballs had the power of intermediate spells, but they were casually displayed by Yan Wei, and he operated more than a dozen times at a time. If he was hit, he could not bear it.

However, Ye Qin did not intend to pick up these fireballs at all. He controlled the magic shadow to fly quickly and avoided the big fireball. The power of this big fireball is more powerful in the same level of spells, but the flight speed is not fast. It is not easy to catch up with Ye Qin and his magic shadow. If Yan Wei is He broke his magic shadow and won a complete victory. Fortunately, Yan Wei is the root of fire to cultivate immortals.

Boom, boom, boom! More than a dozen fireballs failed to hit Ye Qin and his magic shadow, but fell to the ground, blowing up a large pit of several feet on the ground. Inside the pit was the red pulp melted by the stone at high temperature, and a stream of black smoke rose.

Yan Wei didn't care about a lot of failed at all, and the big fireballs were played crazily one by one. With the help of Huo Li Dafa, it is easier for him to release these big fireballs than to release ordinary small fireballs. As long as he has one fireball that can hit Ye Qin, it is enough.

Huangfu Binger watched the battle next to the battlefield, but she did not mean to stand by. Her sixteen ice swords had been released, forming a huge half arc, surrounding the battlefield and could take action at any time. She was waiting for the opportunity to take action.

However, Ye Qin and Yan Wei on the battlefield did not care about this, or they all knew that Huangfu Binger might take action, but they didn't care.

The speed of the two "Ye Qin" is getting faster and faster, rotating around Yan Wei, which has made it too late for Yan Wei to send out enough big fireballs.

Yan Wei was a little annoyed.

Huo Li Dafa can't help Ye Qin. Does he have to force him to take out the final weapon?

"If the fireball can't hit you, let you see my Yan Wei's yuanshen magic weapon - the fire red sword! Go to hell~!"

In his mouth, a red sword light rose from small to large, and hit one of the "Ye Qin" aggressively. The speed of the Yuanshen magic weapon is by no means a fireball, and it is extremely difficult to avoid it.

Sure enough, Ye Qin did not dodge away. It was directly penetrated by the fire red sword, just like penetrating the air. It did not disappear, but a lot of dimness, which was obviously fake.

Yan Wei was furious and panicked. The feeling of hitting with all his strength was enough to make him spit out a mouthful of blood.

He knew that he had made a huge mistake and used a blow enough to attack a phantom. This mistake would make him pay a painful price. He could already clearly feel that another Ye Qin was staring coldly at his back and sending the most fierce thunder blow.

"Sister Bing, give me a hand to stop him!"

Yan Wei manipulated the fire shield to block the cold air from behind, and tried his best to control the fire red sword to attack back. At the same time, he asked Huangfu Binger for support in horror.

But his request for help did not receive any response.

Yan Wei couldn't help looking at Huangfu Binger.

Huangfu Binger has released sixteen ice soul swords to surround the battlefield. These flying swords exude an amazing cold atmosphere and are ready to strike with all their strength, but I don't know why she stopped in place, looking at him strangely and waiting for something.

Yan Wei was stunned and couldn't figure out what Huangfu Binger meant. He had reached the verge of extreme danger. Why didn't she take action? They are all fellow disciples of Qingdanmen. Is Huangfu Binger going to die?

He didn't have time to understand why Huangfu Binger didn't take action for a long time.

Dong! A low bell rang.

Yan Wei's face was miserable, it's over! A continuous dementor sound wave appeared behind him. At the moment he was touched, Yan Wei fell into dizziness and lost any ability to dodge. With the strength of his foundation-building middle-level monk, the time of being stunned was extremely short, but it was fatal.

Huangfu Bing'er finally took action.

She raised her slender hand, and sixteen ice-spirit flying swords attacked Yan Wei from all directions at the same time. A large area of cold light shrouded her, pooh, pooh, pooh! Yan Wei's flame armor, the flame shield could not be stopped at all. In an instant, 16 ice holes pierced by ice swords appeared all over Yan Wei's body.

Yan Wei looked at his broken body in disbelief, and even looked at Huangfu Binger in disbelief. His body was completely useless. He couldn't figure out why he did not die in the hands of the black monk, but in the hands of Huangfu Binger, who was also the core disciple of Qingdanmen, without warning.

Speaking of which, it should be bad luck.

In the past, in the three layers of the underground cave of Wankuling, Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger relied on the cooperation of this soul bell and the ice soul sword, relying on the faint of the bronze bell and the hanging of the ice soul sword to kill many powerful monsters. This set of combo technique is extremely skilled.

Even if Yan Wei had the talent of heaven, he could not stand the calculations of Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger. From the moment he was surrounded by Ye Qin and Huangfu Binger, he was doomed to have no life, but he was surprised to understand this until he died.

A shrill cry. A golden yuan god flew out desperately from Yan Wei's forehead and wanted to get out and escape. Yan Wei was unwilling. His body was destroyed, but the yuan god was not dead yet. As long as he fled back to Yan's house, he still had the day to come back for revenge.

Ye Qin's eyes were cold, his mouth was full of mouth, and the purple Nanming Li fire sword flew out. A group of fireworks crows wrapped Yan Wei's body. In an instant, Yan Wei's body and the yuan god turned into ashes.

The out-of-control fire red sword and several other magic weapons of Yan Wei fell to the ground one after another.

Ye Qin pinched his hand and went to the storage bag that fell from Yan Wei's waist.

"Bing'er, Yan Wei is dead. Does it affect you?"

Huangfu Binger of the Ye Qin Dynasty asked in a low voice. He felt somewhat sorry for Yan Wei's death. Qingdanmen lacks a genius of cultivation with extremely high spiritual roots, and a very promising monk to come into contact with Jindan.

However, the immortal world has never been a spiritual root that can live for a long time. The golden elixir monks of many sects are actually medium or superior.

At this time, Huangfu Bing'er also took the ice sword and looked at Ye Qin with kind eyes.

The Ye Qin in front of him is no longer Ye Qin six years ago. The four-layer cultivation of building the foundation, the yuanshen magic weapon, and the strange spells all show that his strength has grown surprisingly fast, which makes her somewhat novel and strange.

After a while, she shook her head and smiled, "It doesn't matter. Brother Wei died here. The Yan family will only have a bad relationship with the Lu family. I'm afraid it will affect the alliance of the seven factions, but it won't involve me. However, family monks usually put family interests first, and the death of one or two family disciples has little impact on the overall situation. By the way, didn't you practice in Northern Qi? How did it appear in Lvjiabao? "[ Netizen U choked hands]

"It's a long story. I'm here to do a very important thing. This matter is related to a breakthrough..." Ye Qin smiled.

He only had time to say a word, and his face suddenly changed. He looked in the direction of Lvjiabao in amazment. While they were talking, a small dazzling blue cloud suddenly appeared hundreds of miles away in the distant sky. A strong divine consciousness and pressure swept in the direction of Lvjiabao, and the unparalleled pressure. Wherever she went, almost the lady dared to move.

"The ancestor of the Lu family is back!"

"It's not good!"

On the other side of Lvjiabao, there were countless exclamations and shouts. Although the Lv monks were energetic and intensified their attack, the six or seven monks from the chaotic land were shocked and completely lost their fighting spirit and just wanted to escape desperately.

"Ah!"

"Wow!"

Miao Hai, who was in a fierce battle with the Lv monk, was hit by a beam of light and burst with a scream. Chu Hui, another monk in a chaotic place nearby, could not react. He was swept over by the beam of light and exploded into a blood fog.

One by one, in the blink of an eye, three monks who were still in the chaotic land near Lvjiabao died.

Ye Qin didn't dare to have any hesitation and pause.

He sang to the Bian River below.

When he just escaped, he had been fleeing in the direction of the Bian River. If it hadn't been for Yan Wei's entanglement along the way, he would have driven the dark cloud barrier and fled far away. Now that the ancestor came back, he did not dare to escape from the sky again. He could only dive to the bottom of the