Chapter 208 Yi's Choice

All the masters of the Fire Gate were engaged in the battle.

After the battle began, all the people were shocked to realize that there were so many masters under Yi Xiangtian, which completely exceeded their expectations.

has been fighting for most of the day, and many masters have won or lost. Of course, the result of winning or losing is the death of one of them.

Many of them are still in a state of stalemate. The more they fight, the more frightened they are. The white-dressed prodigal son is very embarrassed, but Yan Yuqing can't kill the other party at all.

"I am a master of the seventh layer of Yuanying," the white-clad prodigal son was very aggrieved. "This injury fell from the seventh floor of Yuanying to the third layer of Jindan, and can only play the combat effectiveness of the first layer of Jindan at most. Soul injury is indeed the most troublesome injury." He remembered the experience of the previous injury, and then moved forward to the sky. There was a soul beast here. As long as the elixir of soul power of the soul beast was sacrificed, it could heal the injury.

At that time, my white-dressed prodigal son will be able to cross the world again.

He has been fighting for more than half a day, and he really doesn't want to continue fighting.

In order to get an elixir, there is no need to leave his life here. He decided to change to another battlefield.

"Stop." He shouted and stopped, and the wound in his left hand became more and more painful.

Yan Yuqing was also very tired. In the face of a master of the Jindan period, she knew that she would have to pay a great price if she wanted to defeat it. Hearing the other party shout to stop and fall to the ground, it was not deception at all.

"I just take a wing to the sky, and there is no need to fight desperately." He spread out his hands and said, "Besides, I have been seriously injured, and Lord Yi Xiangtian will definitely understand me." He signaled the wound on his hand.

"What else do you want to say?" Smoke and rain are carefully guarded.

"Let's not continue to fight. You see, I won't let you treat the wound for me." The prodigal son in white had an aggrieved expression.

"Do you think I can't kill you?" Yan Yuqing looked at the strange expression of the white prodigal in front of her and was puzzled.

"Hey!" The prodigal son in white smiled strangely.

"No," Yan Yuqing suddenly felt a dangerous breath, and the magic formula in his hand was a little fierce. Only then did he see the three small black arrows that had been shot at him, and the small arrows emitted a ice-blue light.

She hurriedly fell back, and there was still a hot pain from her left shoulder, followed by a gust of cold.

"Puff."

The strange smile on the face of the hundred prodigal son froze instantly, and his lower abdomen was golden. He was using the flying sword pierced by Yuanying's resister from his lower body. He was so frightened that he didn't have time to think about it. He suddenly stimulated Yuanying to shake, and the flying sword came out. He set up a light and quickly fled away, spilling a string of blood on his buttocks.

Yan Yuqing watched the prodigal son in white escape, and was shocked. The other party was already in the Yuanying period, and she didn't know what injuries she had suffered. It was really lucky that she could only play the attack of the golden elixir period. She exhaled heavily, then tapped her fingers and sealed the surrounding acupuncture points in an instant.

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Cui Zhiwo was very angry. Obviously, his cultivation was higher and his attack power was higher, but he could not keep up with the speed of his action. He was taken the first opportunity by the other party, and it became very difficult to regain the initiative.

Moreover, what annoys him most is that Zhang Wenfeng's broken magic sword spirit is sharper than another, and it is more and more powerful, as Zhang Wenfeng said - training.

"You are really the best training partner." Zhang Wenfeng's expression on his face was very serious. He seriously issued every sword. Each sword seemed to be the same and different, and the spirit of breaking the magic sword became more and more erratic.

Cui Zhi was so angry that he almost went crazy. This guy must have done it on purpose, but he can only attack unless he gets a sword.

"Ky, don't be too arrogant." The anger in Cui Zhi's heart rushed out. He held the black demon knife, and the black knife was full of his body, carefully defending.

He carefully searched for an opportunity, an opportunity to fight back even if he resisted a sword. He believes that as long as he looks for it seriously, the opportunity will definitely appear and will be caught by himself.

After resisting the eight swords in a row, he suddenly smiled. The other party actually wanted to cut off his left leg and cut off his head with one sword when he was injured and tilted to the left.

"Small plot." He sneered, and the leg guard on his left leg was full of Zhenyuan. This leg guard, which had not been used for decades, was really useful.

"Ding." The sword hit the legguard fiercely and hit a sneak of Mars.

Cui Zhi was overjoyed. His body didn't seem to be silent. He asked and tilted to the right.

At the same time, the black demon knife in his hand suddenly cut out.

A trained black knife spirit, in which the demonic power has a mysterious color, blooming dark flowers and covering all the eyes.

Cui Zhi's push is not wrong. Although there is leg protection on his leg, he still feels a deep pain. He knows that the sword just now is seriously injured. If there is no leg protection, the whole calf will disappear.

"Sneer!"

This time, two empty-breaking sounds came, one left and one right. Cui Zhi felt a dangerous wind blowing on the left, and the wind roared. On the right came a burst of coolness, like the feeling of suddenly inserting your hand into the ice on a hot summer day, followed by a slight paralysis, and then hot pain.

"Puff!" The black demon knife landed freely on the ground, with his arms in the middle of the night.

Zhang Wenfeng is also having a hard time. The flying sword made of the heart sword on his chest has collapsed. At the most dangerous moment, this flying sword composed of sword spirit resisted the sword spirit of the black demon knife.

However, his chest was still cut. Although the wound is not deep, the demonic power is raging and destroying. He needs to mobilize Zhenyuan to suppress it.

Pain, pain, pain, pain.

Cui Zhi looked at his broken right arm, and the severe pain from the bloody wound made his body tremble.

Suddenly, his left hand suddenly scratched the wound, full of blood in his hands and the 'hist' sound of inhaling cold air because of severe pain. Quickly print with your left hand, and then pat the black demon knife.

Suddenly, the black demon knife turned into a strong black gas, and the black gas rotated quickly like a giant cocoon.

Zhang Wenfeng only felt a flower in front of him, and Cui Zhi disappeared, leaving a shocking blood stain on the ground.

Blood shadow escape?

Cui Zhi's voice floated in the air, "He must work overtime to return it every day."

Zhang Wenfeng smiled bitterly. He knew that Cui Zhi was seriously injured. With a broken arm and blood shadow, he would not recover in half a year. He sat on the ground and began to expel the demon power in his body.

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The sky is getting dark.

A day's battle also came to an end, and the demons retreated one by one.

In the sword array, Lie Xian led 36 disciples to form a sword array. Dozens of wounded in the sword array have killed 29 demon disciples who came, and everyone's clothes were stained with blood.

Zhang Yi also fought with all his heart, and there were only 18 disciples in his sword array.

The sword array disbanded, and all the disciples fell to the ground. Although they had been trained before, they really persisted in a day's battle. They felt tired from physical strength, true spirit and spirit, and fatigue invaded at the moment of relaxation.

In the two sword arrays, only Lie Xian and Zhang Yi still stood upright, and they looked face to face.

"Brother, thank you for your hard work. I'll go to rest first." Zhang Yi held his fist at Lie Xian as usual, with a faint smile on his face.

Looking at Zhang Yi about to turn around and leave, Lie Xian suddenly said, "Brother, wait a minute, I have something to discuss with you."

Zhang Yi stopped, with a strange expression flashing on his face. Then he turned around with a bright smile on his face and asked, "Brother, can you tell me what you want to do?"

"Let's go there together." Lie Xian smiled and stretched out his finger in the distance.

Zhang Yi knew where there was a semi-suspended stone platform. He and his brother had been there several times.

There is a thick tree on each side of the other side of the stone platform. The dark green leaves are as hard as iron, and each leaf is very thick. There are many small spikes on the edge of the leaves, which are as sharp as knives.

The two stood quietly on the stone, allowing the mountain wind to blow their scattered hair and dilapid clothes. The wind took away the blood on their bodies, although their physical strength and true qi were severely devoid.

"Brother, we should restore our true spirit first. Tomorrow's battle will definitely be more fierce." Zhang Yi looked at his brother with his back to him and stood up against the mountain wind, but he didn't say a word. Finally, he couldn't help asking.

Lie Xian slowly turned his head, his closed eyes slowly opened, and his bright eyes stared at Zhang Yi tightly. That look seemed to see through people's hearts, making Zhang Yi feel that he was ** naked and exposed his body at the same time, and exposed his heart, and there was no secret at all.

"Brother, don't look at me like that. Are you tired?" Zhang Yi took a step back very awkwardly, laughing very awkwardly, and his hands involuntarily clenched his fists and relaxed for a while.

"Zhang Yi." Lie Xian said.

"Ah, brother, what's the matter?" Zhang Yi's expectant eyes drifted uneasily.

"What benefits have they given you?" Lie Xian's eyes became harsh and he stared at Zhang Yi.

"Brother, what are you talking about? Did you drink?" Zhang Yi smiled and hurriedly changed the topic, "Take a rest. After fighting all day, if you don't have a good rest, what should you do tomorrow?"

"Zhang Yi, tell the truth." The reclusive look of Liexian's clothes obviously had some kind of evidence.

Zhang Yi's body was shocked, and his brother actually began to call his name. How long has it been? This title gave him a huge sense of distance. His eyes no longer dodged, and the expression on his face became serious. The two stared at each other.

After half axiang, Zhang Yi slowly said, "Brother..."

Lie Xian did not answer, and he waited for Zhang Yi's answer.

"Freedom, they gave me freedom." Zhang Yi said.

"Freedom?" Lie Xian couldn't help it. His brother had always fallen in love with the sword. This time, he must have been deceived by the demon. Are you free? Let me tell you, they are reasoning for you. He roared loudly and roared, and he wanted to wake up the younger brother.

Zhang Yi's heart trembled, "Brother, that's right. I was used by them. Haven't you been using me?"

"What?" Liexian's body was so shocked that he couldn't believe it at all.

"You just want to think about how to gain trust in the sect and plan the position of leader." Zhang Yi said word by word, with tears in his eyes, "What am I, your little follower, your loyal running dog?"

"pa~"

Liexian's body kept undulating, his face was full of anger, his right hand trembled slightly, and the faint pain came from his palm.

Zhang Yi stroked his face, but the clear red fingerprints on his left cheek came from the hot pain. He resisted the tears and looked aggrievedly at the senior brother who had protected himself and loved him since he was a child.

"Smile!" The expression on Zhang Yi's face was distorted, and he didn't know when the flying sword in his hand suddenly stabbed out.

Lie Xian frowned in pain, and his heart sword thrombled fiercely and asked, "Why..."