Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

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Hearing the sound of "Canglang", a sword light cut the sky and the earth apart, and the rain was like a sudden shower.

Wei Zian held out the sword in one hand, and the spiritual energy escaped, and the rain fell on the skin, and it turned into rain and evaporated in an instant.

With the blessing of the same state of mind, Zhang Fuyao's realm was forcibly pulled to the same realm as his own, and then with the addition of multiple extractions of spiritual energy, the piercing sword that Tibetan Sword handed out almost squeezed him dry.

boom!
Zhang Fuyao's face trembled violently, and the moment Jianguang came, he quickly sacrificed the best defensive magic weapon.

His hands were numb, Zhang Fuyao's face was gloomy, his blood flowed backwards, and the spiritual pressure washed his body from inside to outside, as if he was stabbing outward with a sharp needle.

It rained heavily, and the smoke from the explosion dissipated quickly.

The picture spread out, Zhang Fuyao was holding the magic weapon, and was on the edge of the ring, just a hair away from falling.

click-

An extremely deep crack was formed on the magic weapon, and the sharp sword energy pierced through the body, making Zhang Fuyao feel uncomfortable all over from the stabbing, and a pool of black blood spewed out from his mouth.

His eyes were full of horror.

A top-grade magic weapon, which is equivalent to a second-level spiritual weapon, can withstand a full-strength blow from a seven-star three-level attack, but now it is so easily broken?

puff!
Zhang Fuyao felt like there was a crazy scalper in his body.Wanton rushing to the injured meridians.

This is the palm technique? !
Zhang Fuyao's mind was shocked, he felt the piercing sword intent in his body that had been lingering for a long time, it was like a blunt knife cutting flesh, the pain was beyond his wish.

"Uh...cough..."

Before Zhang Fuyao could react, he saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, Wei Zi'an stepped forward, reached out and pinched Zhang Fuyao's neck to lift him up.

"You...let me go..."

Zhang Fuyao's face turned red, and his body was full of spiritual energy, but the sword energy pierced him "leaking air" everywhere, and he couldn't use his skills at all.

His legs moved weakly, like puppies and cats at the mercy of others.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded when they saw this scene.

"This is the end?"

"Didn't you say that Zhang Fuyao is a great cultivator in the seven-star three-level realm? How could someone who was excluded from the seven-star realm get laid down?"

"I thought it was so strong, but it turned out to be this."

"You really don't feel pain in your back when you stand and talk. Didn't you see the mirror image of the sky being cut open just now? And Zhang Fuyao's magic weapon is broken."

"It can only be said that this sword is too strong."

The servants of the Zhang family, who seemed to understand the situation because they heard the discussion, all changed their expressions, and they were about to rush forward to rescue their young master.

"The game isn't over yet, why are you all making fun of it?"

The man in black, who was close to the servants of the Zhang family, stretched out his hand, his hoarse voice carried other forces that could not be resisted.

"Your Excellency, don't meddle in your own business!"

The Zhang family servant's face was ugly, and his blood was boiling.

boom!
The servant's hand was grabbed by the dry palm, and the arm where it was held was instantly dark.

"Move again, die."

A sneer appeared at the corner of the man's mouth, and the servant of the Zhang family went limp all of a sudden, and he really didn't dare to take another half step forward.

The two looked at each other, each seeing the horror in the other's eyes.

Because their intuition told them that if they did it, they would really die.

on the ring.

Wei Zi'an's face was icy cold, his arms fluctuated slightly, and his iron-like palms pinched Zhang Fuyao's shoulders.

"Tell me." Wei Zi'an pulled his body over and looked at the frightened look on Zhang Fuyao's face.

"If you lie to me, you know the consequences."

While speaking, he moved the palm that pinched his neck.

"Let go... let me go..."

Zhang Fuyao's flushed face gradually turned purple, and the pain of difficulty in breathing made him seem to be strangled by the god of death.

He looked at Wei Zi'an's calm eyes, with scorching flames hidden in his eyes, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

Zhang Fuyao trembled all over, but the pride of the children of the aristocratic family made him unable to lower his head at all.

"Do not say?"

Wei Zi'an raised his eyebrows slightly, and gently exerted force with his palms.

"Cough cough..."

Zhang Fuyao bared his teeth, and he could vaguely see the blue veins on his forehead.

I didn't say I didn't say...

Zhang Fuyao stretched out his hand and patted Wei Zi'an's shoulder with difficulty, and then pointed at his neck that was being held.

"Let me let you go?"

Wei Zian sneered, took out a talisman and pasted it on Zhang Fuyao's body, and said coldly: "Don't play tricks."

"Huh...huh..."

The released Zhang Fuyao fell on the ground, panting heavily.

The swelling veins gradually calmed down. He raised his hand and gently stroked his protruding neck.

The attack was really ruthless... Zhang Fuyao lowered his eyes, just in time to see Wei Zi'an's sword blade gleaming with cold light.

The strange fluctuations seemed to be some kind of addition to the sword intent.

Zhang Fuyao suddenly thought of the identity of the disciple of Wei Zi'an Academy, he thought this should be his intention.

Ignored this point, but I didn't expect him to be recognized by Yun Shulou so easily.

Zhang Fuyao is not a dishonest person, he raised his head to meet Shang Wei Zi'an's calm gaze, he collapsed on the ground, short of breath.

"What do you want to know?"

Wei Zian put away his sword, "What you said is what I want to know."

"You are very strong, I underestimated you." Zhang Fuyao took a deep look at him, and said truthfully: "Actually, I don't know your mother's information..."

As soon as the words fell, he felt that the surrounding temperature was a little colder, and the air was filled with icy snowflakes.

"No no no."

Zhao Fuyao knew that he was misunderstood, he quickly waved his hands and said, "That's not what I meant."

Wei Zi'an narrowed his eyes slightly, and lightly fiddled with the Jinghong Sword in his hand, as if to say "you'd better make it clear".

"Youshan is Lishan. It was called Youshan in ancient times, but it is called Lishan today."

Zhang Fuyao said: "The answer you want can be found at Mount Li, actually I don't know much..."

Cang!
The Jinghong Sword was inserted in front of Zhang Fuyao, the sharp blade gleamed coldly.

"Are you lying to me?"

Wei Zian frowned and said, he thought that Zhang Fuyao really knew something, but he didn't expect that what he said was all nonsense.

"No." Zhang Fuyao said seriously: "I'm telling the truth, if you don't believe me, you can swear to Heaven."

Wei Zi'an stared at him for a while, then raised his sword and turned around after a long time.

"You better not lie to me."

Zhang Fuyao smiled wryly: "I'm about to swear, you still don't believe me?"

The oath of heaven can testify whether a person's words are true, and if they are false, they will be punished by heaven and earth!
"Don't provoke Tong Xiangyu anymore." Wei Zian paused, "You lost, I didn't take your life."

When Wei Zi'an's figure disappeared from the ring, Zhang Fuyao covered his face and laughed, and then became a little silent.

"You're still in the game..."

offstage.

Wei Zi'an jumped off the ring, and felt his body go limp, the exhaustion of spiritual energy overdrawn washed his nerves, and his eyes darkened, and he fell into a soft embrace.

The final picture is of Pear Blossom's pretty face with rain and a pair of soft white jade dumplings.