Chapter 9 Sharp Zhao Wan, Ao Xue Fairy

Mu Yu and Ye Feng talked with some seniors of the big school. Sister Yu Xingfeng talked and laughed with a group of female disciples, and the crisp silver bell-like audio was eye-catching.

"Look, it's Nian Shuang." A young man said in surprise.

"Bunuch, did you call Nian Shuang? You want to call Hu Xianzi." The people next to him immediately gave him a violent slap on the back of his head.

"Isn't it Biao Yue next to her? Brother Xianxia Zongqifeng. The man asked again just now.

"Now the big brother of each peak has controlled Xianxia Sect. The original peak owners have landed as elders and guarded Xianxia Sect. This Biaoyue is already a well-known master of the weapon peak. The man sighed, and then his eyes opened and said, "Xianxiazong is expected to usher in a new future and will rise again."

After saying that, he seemed to say quite profoundly, "Muyu Shaozong... The suzerain is talented..."

Irrelying the man's words, the young man looked at the arena excitedly.

Zhao Wan played with the golden fireball happily and stood up with a person from the Lieyang Sword School opposite.

Han Fei and others frowned and said no. Zhao Wan has just entered the late stage of gas refining, and now his spiritual power is still supported, but what about a while?

What Zhao Wan took was to make a quick decision. The sword formula of the Lieyang Sword School relies on the power of the sword itself and the strength of the sword skills, so it will not consume too much sword power. In this regard, Zhao Wan will suffer losses.

It looks like playing with the fireball leisurely and elegantly. In fact, Zhao Wan is looking for a breakthrough point.

Suddenly, the face of the playful Lieyang Sword School disciple who had been smiling at the corners of his mouth on the opposite side suddenly stagled, and he felt the threat from the opposite side.

The originally gentle golden fireball suddenly became violent, absorbing the spiritual power of Zhao Wan's whole body like a beast.

"Hey, are you ready to hit with all your strength?" The young man of the Lieyang Sword School said disdainfully. As soon as he waved his hand, a long sword exuding the spirit of the hot sun suddenly flew out and circled around his head.

"The sword of Lieyang!" Although the young man disdained, he still used all his strength.

"Oh!" Zhao Wan shouted softly, and the fireball in his hand began to scatter explosive light.

The hot flame sword spirit fell from the sky, and Zhao Wan was not afraid, and his hands suddenly held up.

Both hands take action at the same time. The difference is that Zhao Wan's attack is not attack, but defense.

The young man of the Lieyang Sword School secretly shouted bad. Shangdang lost most of his spiritual power and didn't have time to use the sword formula. He grabbed the long sword and went straight to Zhao Wan.

Zhao Wan's explosive golden fireball turned into the hardest defensive wall. After blocking the empty sword spirit, the fireball suddenly changed into a sharp golden needle and disappeared in place with a bang.

The face of the young man of the Lieyang Sword School suddenly changed, and the crisis behind him made him make a choice in an instant.

"Dang!" After raising the back gear of the sword, the sound of a crisp-eared weapon collided suddenly sounded. The young man's face turned pale, and the fierce color in his eyes flashed away.

The golden flame flashed on the long needle, turned into a golden dragon, and rushed to the youth again.

The young man's eyes were full of anger. Looking at Zhao Wan, who pinched the magic formula and waved his hands repeatedly, the young man's long sword instantly turned into a shadow, and the red flame entangled on the sword.

"Is this the sword that the Lieyang Sword School relies on? Sure enough, there are some ways." Han Fei said softly, and the big cow beside him nodded as if he didn't understand. The hot fighting spirit in his eyes slowly grew his momentum, just like a bull that was gradually **.

"Lao Wan's attack is getting sharper and sharper." Lei Yun stared down with his eyes shining and was full of praise.

"The Lieyang Sword School is famous for all kinds of flying swords and sword skills with special powers." Yang Xiaomeng looked at the frank brotherhood between Han Fei and the others, with some envy.

He Yixiang patted his chest and said, "Lao Wan can't see it. He pretends to be quite deep. It's hard to imagine that his personality is so gentle."

"Hey hey, I guess he must be furious when he is angry." Da Niu guessed boldly.

Everyone looked at each other at the same time, and then laughed.

No matter how they guess, from their tone, they can clearly feel their incomparable trust and affirmation of Zhao Wan.

"Flamming waves!"

The young man of the Lieyang Sword School shouted angrily. He was already holding the sword in both hands and waved the Lieyang sword spirit repeatedly.

In an instant, the sword spirit came to my face like a wave, and the hot breath made the aura of heaven and earth more chaotic and irritable.

"Wow!" Da Niu, Lei Yun and He Yixiang exclaimed at the same time, and then turned his head at the same time and looked at Han Fei with strange eyes.

Han Fei sniffed and smiled bitterly. Yang Xiaomeng ran over and took Lei Yun's arm to ask questions.

Lei Yun smiled and saw Yang Xiaomeng, who had abandoned the temperament of the young lady. He had a great good impression on Yang Xiaomeng. This time, he diligently explained the cold waves for Yang Xiaomeng.

Regardless of them, Han Fei looked straight at the Bidou platform.

Zhao Wan fights quickly, and the rapid consumption of spiritual power is not his strength.

The explosive flame beats regularly this time, like the flame of water gives people a strange feeling.

The dazzling golden flame hangs above Zhao Wan's head like a sun.

"Sanyang real fire, roast the earth!"

Zhao Wan shouted fiercely and waved his hand to throw the golden fireball, which was beating to the limit, into the other party's flame waves.

The fierce collision exploded in an instant.

The fireball hit the flame waves like water.

Son of a sudden, an earth-shaking explosion sounded. A kind of disciples who built a foundation in the side seat were very surprised.

The Doutai seemed to be a little shaken, and the hot breath burst out, surging in all directions.

"Sss--" As soon as the heat rushed to the front steps, it was melted by the cold air emitted from Han Fei's body.

Guihai and Cai Tiantian's ** cultivation, the essence of mixed with the original beads, Han Fei seems to have a cold air all over his body. In the flesh and blood of his bones, as long as his mind moves, the cold will be released in an instant.

Lei Yun's strength is the lowest at present. Only in the middle of gas refining, he was shivered by the cold air and his teeth trembled.

Although Hanfei is in the early stage of foundation construction, it is enough to be higher than the later stage of foundation construction, which is one level more than Leiyun.

Although the cold air is only in the late stage of gas refining, it is enough to make Lei Yun tremble with cold.

Yang Xiaomeng and He Yixiang instantly supported their spiritual protection, and the cold air was too strong.

The big cow scratched his head. At a moment earlier, his sword power had already felt the abnormality of the cold in Han Fei's body and protected himself first.

"I'm tricky! Xiaofei, you are an ice cube, an emotional ice cube. Put away your cold air quickly. I'd rather blow the hot wind. Lei Yun's teeth bumped up and down, and he shouted and cursed.

He shrugged his shoulders helplessly, smiled coldly, and slightly put away the cold air. Just now, he was just a subconscious protection.

On the fighting platform, Zhao Wan stood upright with a smile at the corners of his mouth, and the Taoist robe on his body had burned off the cuffs and trousers.

On the opposite side, the young man of the Lieyang Sword School stood proudly, sneered with disdain at the corners of his mouth, and the long sword in his hand pointed directly at Zhao Wan.

"What a strong sword spirit, but it's a pity that the power is too scattered. Thank you, Brother Ling, for your advice. Zhao Wan said with a smile. He is not used to fighting. He is a refiner. How can he come to the stage to compete with others?

"Humph!" The young man of the Lieyang Sword School snorted coldly and then fell straight back.

A stream of yellow smoke rose from his mouth, and as he fell, the last trace of sword power also dissipated.

"Wow!" With a sound, his clothes and hair burned in an instant.

When the wind sounded, Lv Chen of the Lieyang Sword Sect instantly appeared on the fighting platform, wiped out the flame on the young man's body, and then looked at Zhao Wan angrily.

"It's not good!" Han Fei shouted secretly in place. He already knew that Lv Chen was a human Han Fei, and he was worried about Zhao Wan.

But the next moment, his heart was relieved.

A magnificent figure fell close to Zhao Wan, and it was Biao Yue, the eldest brother of Jifeng.

"In this fight, I, Xianxiazong, won." Biao Yue didn't look at Lv Chen, and Ku Ku announced the result.

"Well, the result of the fight needs to be discussed and decided by all sects. It's just a defeat, which is not a victory." Lv Chen snorted disdainfully.

It is stipulated that the victory of the fight is based on the skills in the fight, the use of spiritual power and other aspects.

Defeated does not mean victory.

Biao Yue frowned slightly. I didn't know him, Wujizong, the middle-aged female Taoist nuns led by Fulong Temple and Xuanyin Temple all frowned at the same time.

Bidou has seen that Zhao Wan's face-breaking attack, the use of spiritual power jump is as exquisite as He Yixiang, and the timing of the battle is also very accurate.

There is no doubt that Zhao Wan must be the winner.

In contrast to the man of the Lieyang Sword Sect, he despised his opponent at the beginning, gave Zhao Wan the opportunity and flaws to fight back, and even gave the other party time to use a powerful sword formula. This is a bigger proof that he is a loser.

"What? The result of the fight has come out. Can't you see it as a master of Jindan period? Biao Yue helped Zhao Wan, who was dizzy, and asked coldly.

"Well, what's the result? It needs to be judged again." Lv Chen looked at the crowd with a cold face and looked arrogant and disdainful.

"Hey!" Biao Yue laughed and said, "I forgot, I have to call Elder Lv in the future. So Elder Lu, how should the result of this fight be announced?

Lv Chen suddenly said in his mute. When he was about to answer, Biao Yue suddenly received a message and sneered and said, "Elder Lv, can you bully me that Xianxiazong is not as a master of Jindan period?"

"Humph!"

"Huh!"

As soon as Biao Yue's voice fell, two cold hums appeared at the same time.

With the cold hum, the two figures suddenly appeared on the fighting platform.

Han Fei's eyes suddenly widened.

One of the two people in the middle of the period is to return to the sea.

Another person is Han Fei, who has been thinking about it for a long time this month, secretly day and night.

"She is still so attractive!" Han Fei looked around with a smile on the corners of his mouth.

At this time, there were countless young disciples of various sects around, all holding their breath and staring at the two people on the stage.

The older generation looked at Guihai in surprise. Whether they had seen it or not, the new generation looked at Yun Yiyi, who was about to flow out of water from the corners of their mouths.

"Wow, it's Yun Yiyi... Ah!" As soon as a man shouted, he was shocked by countless sharp eyes.

"Did you call the name of the cloud fairy?" Several people were furious at the same time.

"I didn't expect to return to the sea and turn to Xianxia Sect. Could it be that he saw the hope of the rise of Xianxia Sect?" The older generation silently watched the arrogant blind old man return to the sea.