Great Dao Commander

Fang Zhenlu stepped down from the peak, flying under the foot of the cage, rolling endlessly, and immediately arrived in the field.

Ren Mingyao stunned, thinking that he would fight with Fang Zhenlu for a few games, so that Meng Zhenren could notice that he was doing better.

But it never occurred to him that this person ended up in person, and he couldn't help but be a little bit confused.

However, he thought for a while that he could fight with the top ten disciples. As long as he could survive a few rounds and show his face under the attention of real people, it was better than fighting with this man. Therefore, he quickly revived and came up to Ji Shou, saying, "Brother Fang has invited me, and I hope to give him a lot of advice."

Fang Zhenlu stabbed his sleeves with a big stab, with an indifferent attitude on his face, and said, "You do n’t have to be polite, you have any skill, just use it."

Although Ren Mingyao knew he was far from such a person, this sentence still made him uncomfortable for a while, and he barely squeezed a smile, saying, "Then my brother and brother will offend me later."

In the distance, the elder elder stood in the middle of the air, with his eyes half open and half closed, without disturbing his words.

The disciples inside the door were compared with each other, and they sometimes showed their magical powers. Sometimes they could not reach the place where they were close. It was unavoidable to suffer some minor injuries.

Looking at Zhang Yanning, he had done some research beforehand. This Fang Zhenlu was Dancheng Sanpin, and his practice was also derived from "Xuanze Really Gongdong Gong", one of the five exercises and three classics.

However, although this person has the same skills as Xiao Qiao's, he has already broken through the tricks, condensing that Mana Zhenyin has trained Dan to receive and send him.

Once the monk's true seal condenses, it is the same as that learned in Gongfa, but the methods used are ever-changing and different.

Ren Mingyao drank, and howling at his feet, he took him into the clear sky.

With a wave of his sleeve, a sword plate flew out of the cuff and circled in midair. Releases a brilliance of fine silk like hair, shining brightly.

He pointed a little and said, "Ill!"

With this sound, a sword-shaped sword-light that was as thick as an arm was killed from the sword plate, followed by a shock, bursting out ten thousand sword gases, such as fireworks and firing, scattered down!

Fang Zhenlu still smiled. Standing still, it didn't seem to be the same thing, but a water mass of different sizes, like pearl ice, came from behind him.

This water ball has a big punch, as small as rice grains, as transparent as amber, crystal clear, and surrounds him around him. When it was reflected by the rising sun, it emitted a colorful light. Colorful and dazzling.

The tens of thousands of swords rushed down and smashed into this waterdrop, as if hitting the ice of ten thousand years, making a jingling sound, and the golden light burst and burst apart.

Fang Zhenlu stood among them. It seemed to be unaffected. He smiled and said in a loud voice: "You, this method. It is a trick, similar to the Yuanyang sword school method. It is a false entrustment of foreign objects, but it has not been transmitted. It is magnificent. Within a hundred years, it may be that others are inferior to you, but after a hundred years, you must be weaker than your peers in your cultivation. This is the last move. If I am your teacher, I will definitely abandon you as a contempt. "

As a disciple of the Xuanmen family, he would never leave Ren Mingyao with any feelings in his tongue, throwing out all his shortcomings and demeaning him.

But it's not easy to say that he is not. After all, what he said pointed to the key points, and frankly stated the shortcomings of Ren Mingyao's current exercises and its future harm.

Ren Mingyao was not unaware of the harm, and the exercises he had learned had been carried out step by step. However, after Meng Zhen passed the exercises, he ignored them. The disciples around him worshipped the general disciples, but each mana surpassed him.

Why is he willing to suffer day after day in Dongfu? Qiucheng discussed this practice with eagerness. Later, the more he practiced, the more he realized that there was something wrong with it. But now he condenses six qualities, and it is difficult to return.

At this moment he was upset by Fang Zhenlu, as if struck by a heavy hammer on his chest, his mood was a little out of control, and he screamed indignantly, a little bit of the sword plate. Sharp Jinhua.

This light Hua Ning is like a golden beam, and when it appears, it will make a gurgling sound, like a flying star, and it will come in a blink of an eye.

These Jinmangs were made by his refining soldiers. They are completely different from those of ordinary swords. Originally, he wanted to fight with Fang Zhenlu for a few rounds, and then used them as his killer. But in the eyes of everyone, he was verbally When I get excited, I can't help but feel a little distressed, so I want to use this method to get back a little face.

Fang Zhenlu looked slightly surprised and nodded, "This is still a little bit." Even so, he still did not have any evasive action.

As soon as the golden light fell, it smashed a string of water droplets and splashed out, and it only struck into the inner circle in one stroke.

Ren Mingyao couldn't help but have a happy face, but the next moment, he looked stiff again.

That sword light only entered a few inches, and saw hundreds of thousands of drops of water flying up, one after the other, constantly hitting in the Guanghua, like pearl jade falling, constantly sending out crisp Shaking, Jian Guang was immediately shaken by his shock. It was broken and not formed, and it broke and cracked away.

But this time, Ren Mingyao was taken aback. Each of these swordsmanships took a lot of effort to train, but did not want to be completely destroyed here. He bit his teeth and cited the method, and there were more than ten swords left. The light converges into a palm-wide, sword-shaped Jianhong, which will kill again.

Fang Zhenlu's face was a little more serious, and with a change of heart, he took the water beads up and collided with Jian Hong in one place.

These crystalline water drops burst, but they are not lost, but gather together with the broken, and live with the death, like countless ice crystals enveloping that sharp sword light, and gradually pass away by it over time, until it is completely Disappear.

Ren Mingyao's face changed drastically. He could not feel the pain of the dozen or so swords. The flying cricket at his foot suddenly wailed and was pierced by ice beads. Then he saw countless ice beads and jade hail coming like rain. He was anxious Busy summoned the sword to come over, arousing a round of sword light to resist, but I knew it had no effect at all, it was easily penetrated and scattered, and came straight.

Seeing that he couldn't stop anymore, the elder elder who seemed to be dozing there suddenly raised his eyes and stretched out his index finger. A clear sword breezes across. For a moment, like the snow melted by the sun, the water drops Annihilated, he glanced at Fang Zhenlu and said lightly: "This battle. Fang Shi's nephew has won."

Fang Zhenlu screamed unfortunately.

Ren Mingyao was discouraged and had to give up the offer. He did not practice hard for many years, but he was underestimated by others. He said, "Thank you, Brother Fang for your advice."

Fang Zhenlu glanced at him for a few moments, and suddenly smiled, "You have fought with me for a while, and it's a bit of fate. I will give you a few more good words. Your qualifications were not bad, and the path was only a few decades away. If you can abolish all the tricks of the crooked way and evil path, or a day that your teacher will re-value. "

After finishing speaking, he walked away from the clouds as soon as he flicked his sleeves, and sat back on the peak.

Ren Mingyao listened to his words, and returned to the precipice, sitting silently.

Huang Fuzhou watching the battle on the mountain cliff pavilion looked at him like this. I seem to think of myself, and I feel the same. Can't help shaking his head and said: "Unfortunately, this name is far away, and his qualifications and skills are not bad. If he can set his heart to deal with Fang Zhenlu, he will still be able to work for a few more rounds. "

The woman next to him turned around and said softly, "Brother Huang, how about that? He struggles again. After all, he still has to lose. Those who are unknown about the trend will end up with it."

After listening to Huang Fuzhou. After a long while in silence, he couldn't help asking: "Why does Qin Zhenren want me to stop that brother?"

The woman smiled gently and said, "How can the slave family know the true meaning? But as long as the brothers do what they say, no matter whether they win or lose, they will be yours."

Huang Fuzhou nodded consciously, he was also well aware, this step out, from now on, I am afraid that Qi Yuntian will not get the trust, if not for the same door on Yangyue Island, he would not have agreed to Qin Live conditions.

However, he is not like Ren Mingyao and other unsettled people. Now that he has a choice, he no longer thinks about the others, and it will only confuse his mood in vain.

At that time, in the sky, Ning Chongxuan glanced at Ren Mingyao and shook his head and sighed, "In the past, there was a bit of anger in Brother Ren Shi, but now Fang Zhenlu has lost his mind and fell to Bangladesh In the eyes of Master Shi, I'm afraid it will be embarrassing and useful in the future. "

Zhang Yan agreed to nod, the disciple of the master and apprentice, the first focus, and the second is the quality of cultivation.

It was for this reason that Ning Chongxuan wanted to lead him to worship under Qiyun Tianmen.

However, Ren Mingyao was anxious to achieve success. In the face of frustration and despair, it is no wonder that Meng Zhenren only accepted him as a named disciple and stopped paying attention.

After Ren Mingyao and Fang Zhenlu retreated, another person entered the field at this time. This person had a crooked hair, no beard decoration, and a greasy stain on his robe. He took the jug and sipped it in his mouth, opened his placket, and shouted at the eighth peak: "Luo Qingyu, Brother Luo, I'll meet you!"

Zhang Yan saw that he was not coming out of the valley, nor was he coming down from the Shifeng Mountain. Instead, he stood there in a big manner and called out, but was slightly surprised, and asked, "Brother Ning, who is this person?"

Ning Chongxuan coldly said: "This person's name is Zhou Yong, and his brother should have heard his name."

Zhang Yan nodded sternly, could not help but look at the person a few eyes.

This week, Yung Ben also added to Chen's family, but later he heard that he had been entangled with a banshee, and even gave birth to a son, which caused Chen's anger and ordered him to kill the banshee and the parent-child by himself. After this pair of mother and child, but since then, they have arrogantly abandoned, and later retreated from the position of the top ten disciples, and then it was Fang Zhenlu's turn to take the lead. "

When Luo Qingyu heard the call, his eyes flickered, and he stood up from the peak and went down.

Zhou Yong saw him come down, but with a slight smile, he threw the hip flask in his hand, and then he took a trick to bring the whole body of Dansha together, inspiring the thick yellow awns, expanding to a hundred feet in size. Standing firm, he bumped into it.

Luo Qingyu snorted at the sight, and when the Bimang was in full bloom, the air was green, and in the blink of an eye, the two bumped into one place without any cleverness, and then a crackle slammed and swirled flatly. After a storm, the grass was covered with low leaves. Tens of thousands of disciples outside the mountain could hear the sound. They all had chest tightness, shortness of breath, and dizziness.

The two figures were one point away, Zhou drew blood on the corners of his mouth, and walked back, panting, "Brother Luo, it was a brother who lost ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Elder Elder's eyes were not shocked, he sighed. : "In this match, Luo Shi's nephew won. "

No one had ever imagined that the victory and defeat would be so fast.

Half of Luo Qingyu's sleeves were also fragmented and his arms were exposed outside, but he frowned: "Brother Zhou, you know that I have magical guards, but I still use these outrageous methods, and I am clearly seeking defeat. . "

Zhou Yong spit out blood, then raised his face and shouted at the hazy lights and shadows in the sky: "If it is a cultivation practice, I am not bad, but the magical power is not good, but I am convinced to lose it."

After that, he laughed and drove away.

Luo Qingyu's face changed slightly, and she seemed to think of something, and secretly said that it was not good.

Zhang Yan looked at Zhou Yongyuan's figure, but her face was thoughtful.

At this moment, Ning Chongxuan suddenly shot a cold mang, flew his sleeves, floated to the field, looked up at the ninth peak, and chuckled coldly: "Su Wentian, I'll meet you. "