Chapter 13 The Real Posture of the Golden Circle and White Pupil

Han Fei looked at Yun Yiyi strangely, and his face was extremely puzzled.

Cai Tiantian was excited to pull Yun Yiyu's hand and jumped with joy.

In this fight, Han Fei's eyes trembling.

"Drink!" Yun Shan lost his hands and unexpectedly lost several paper charms.

"Boom!" A total of ten fire dragons flashed from the void, and the strong aura of heaven and earth and the hot flame spirit made the air hot.

There is automatic cold air on Han Fei's body to drive away heat, but the powerful power still surprises Han Fei.

The strength of the metamorphosis period lies in their incomparable rich and pure spiritual power.

Even Cai Tiantian frowned, let go of his feet and said, "Well, the spiritual power is much better than me. Is this still the Yuanhua period?"

Yun Yiyi said with a faint smile and said, "He has been practicing hard for many years in the Yuanhua period, and his spiritual power has already condensed to an extremely pure level. You have just entered the Yuanhua period, and you have been forcibly improved it. The thickness of spiritual power is naturally less."

Cai Tiantian snorted and turned to Han Fei, who was smiling, "Why are you laughing so bad? Your aunt can't compare with your brother Yun. Are you very happy?

Han Fei chose to ignore it and continued to watch Yunshan's fight.

Ten fire dragons hovered and flew, entangling each other to emit horrible flames and powerful attacks.

Ten fire heads roared and rolled towards the young man of the Lieyang Sword School, and the heartbreaking roar shocked countless onlookers.

"It turned out to be a dragon charm!" Some Ziyunfeng disciples who watched the battle shouted in surprise.

"Bunexplosion!" The young man of the Lieyang Sword School quickly cut down with a sword, and the flying sword spirit was also fanatical and explosive.

"Boom--"

The huge sword spirit cut through a fire dragon, and the sword spirit violently exploded all the fire dragon into Mars.

"Roar--" The remaining nine fire dragons rushed in an instant, surrounded the young people and bombed them indiscriminately.

Surrounded by the sword and fire dragon, the young man of the Lieyang Sword School showed fear. The red fire sword constantly attacked and cut out the sword spirit, sometimes the sword spirit was vertical, and sometimes the sword spirit surrounded the body to protect.

The Kowloon is rolling, and the sword is flying. It is more lively than the fighting platform.

Looking at the two people coming and going, Han Fei's eyes became more and more shocked.

"Woth!" Just as the young man quickly waved his sword spirit and was ready to make a big trick, Yun Shan suddenly reached out and drew two spiritual charms, on which the huge spiritual power fluctuated strangely.

"Hurricane charm, wood burning charm!" The two spiritual charms are to help the fire, and the combination of the five elements makes everyone's eyes bright again.

"Roar!" In an instant, the hurricane blew, and the fire dragon was like eating a big tonic pill. It was domineering, and it roared and rushed straight down.

At this time, the fear on the young man's face was obvious. He was so frightened that he took a step back, and the sword in his hand suddenly stabbed forward.

"The scorching sun - puncture!"

This is a move of attacking and defending, and all the sword power and sword formula are used.

Jiulong merged into one at the moment of touching the young man's tip of the sword, and at the moment of touching the tip of the sword, dazzling sparks bloomed.

"Boom--" A violent tremor broke out in the air, and most people could not protect the two violent forces here.

"Boom!" A layer of white and ice shield fell from the sky. The cold breath spread throughout the audience in an instant.

Yun Yiyi, one of the Jindan period that is still here, took the lead. This is Xianxiazong, and it should be her.

The Jindan period female immortals of Changdu and Xuanyin Temple did not take action, but smiled and nodded to Yun Yiyi, and then carefully protected the disciples behind them.

Han Fei looked nervously at the fighting platform.

Yunshan still smiled gently, habitually took out the wine pot from the Qiankun bag, took a sip happily, and then turned around and went straight down the fighting platform.

"It's so cool, so chic!" Lei Yun and He Yixiang said at the same time.

The young man of the Lieyang Sword School was carried down by other disciples of the Lieyang Sword School with his eyes closed. Yunshan did not hurt him, but only let him consume too much spiritual power and faint from fatigue.

The fight between the disciples of Xianxia Sect is always relatively gentle.

In this scene, Yunshan's performance was more perfect. Even if the Lieyang Swordsmen were unwilling, they still announced the victory of Xianxia Sect.

The next game is the competition between the disciples in the foundation-building period, and also the last battle of the foundation-building period, the championship battle.

The other party is still a disciple of the Lieyang Sword School.

In the immortal world, the sword is always the existence of the overlord.

Encouraged by Yun Yiyi's faint smile, Han Fei gently jumped onto the fighting platform with a black iron sword.

"Xianxiazong Jian Xiu Hanfei, I hope you won't let me down!" As soon as he went up, the disciple of the Lieyang Sword School said directly.

The high tone and arrogant face make people very unhappy.

Han Fei sneered, raised his head slightly, glanced at the corners of his mouth, and learned from Lei Yun and said, "To each other!"

The disciples of the Lieyang Sword School on the opposite side frowned slightly, and their eyes flashed with cold light, and they looked at Han Fei.

Both sides felt the arrogance from each other. However, Hanfei's arrogance is noble and unruly like ice and snow, not the pure intoxication and power arrogance of the other party.

"Wo!" The two sides drew a sword spirit at the same time.

He stared coldly at the sword gas of the other party from top to bottom, and Han Fei sneered and waved another sword gas to break.

The other party sneered disdainfully, staring at the sword spirit provoked by Han Fei from the bottom up, and the powerful momentum on his body instantly smashed the sword spirit.

Equally matched!

The disciples around him held their breath and quietly watched the test blow of both sides.

With a click of Han Fei, the momentum of Ling Xinyuan, a young man of Lieyang Sword School, was broken, which reflected the domineering and fierceness of Jianxiu.

Ling Xinyuan sneered, and the strong momentum on his body pressed towards Hanfei in an instant.

He wants to suppress the power of Hanfei in the early stage of foundation construction with the strength in the middle of the foundation.

At the same time, Jian Xiu, they are all standing at the peak of the foundation-building period. What's worse is just the purity and thickness of Hanfei's sword power.

Compeed with momentum?

Han Fei sneered in his heart, and his face smiled indifferently. The momentum that had been hidden on his body instantly rolled up like a wild beast.

"Bang!" The powerful momentum collided, and the winner was divided in an instant.

Ling Xinyuan's proud furious momentum was instantly scattered by the cold and cold killing.

Ling Xinyuan took a step back and looked at Han Fei in disbelief. He believes that his momentum will never be like that of an ordinary immortal practitioner in the Yuanhua period.

However, the momentum of Hanfei should be called the real momentum, which belongs to the momentum of Jianxiu.

Cold, killing, and a rage.

"Is this you?" Ling Xinyuan said in his heart. He knows that momentum can reflect a person's mind.

"Woth!" Two swords were attacked at the same time. Han Fei dodged gently under his feet. The black iron sword gently picked up the painting, and it was also two swords that killed back.

This time, there is a murderous spirit in the sword spirit.

Feeling that the murderous spirit was approaching, Ling Xinyuan did not dare to neglect it. The Lieyang sword was drawn out, and two swords were also shot out.

"Bing soldiers!" The sword spirit collided, like a real knife and a real gun, and the voice was crisp and pleasant.

"P pick the sword!" Ling Xinyuan suddenly raised his sword, and countless swords suddenly flew out.

The drizzle is flying irregularly towards the cold.

Looking at this many irregular swordsmanship, Han Fei suddenly fell into an ethereal state. His eyes suddenly contracted, and his eyes seemed to have changed strangely.

At this moment, his eyes finally evolved into the posture they should have in the end.

(I'm really sorry, I really can't take more and more regular time to code words, so I lost a month's full attendance. Alas, poor thing, count tickets and rewards!)