Messing with his own male protagonist

The blood stains rendered Xuan Zifang's plain Taoist robe a bright color. After fighting with Cao Peng, although Xuan Zifang was at a disadvantage in every way and his body was in a mess, he still maintained a calm and indifferent face with black bright eyes. As clear as water, he is not inferior to Cao Peng in terms of temperament.

A trace of surprise rose in Cao Peng's heart, he waved his spear, and there was a burst of chilling wind.And Xuan Zifang also stabbed out the dark sword in the folding fan, and the thin sword touched the tip of the spear, like a snake spitting out a letter, quickly coiled up, and went straight to Cao Peng's face!Cao Peng sneered, turned his wrist, but did not back down. He took two abrupt steps, turned his head, and received the sword with his shoulder!

At the same time, Cao Peng's right hand holding the gun restrained Xuan Zifang's magic weapon, and his left hand quickly slapped Xuan Zifang's body vigorously. When the palm left, a piece of yellow paper fluttered down.

"Hahaha... Junior Brother Xuan knows how to use talismans, can't I?" Cao Peng kept moving, attacking Xuan Zifang and said proudly, "I don't know how it feels to be burned, but Junior Brother Xuan is still satisfied? "

Xuan Zifang pursed his lips tightly, his face was pale, and cold sweat kept rolling down his forehead.

Cao Peng's heart was really cruel, he hid a fire-gathering talisman in his palm, just now he just slapped Xuan Zifang's lower abdomen with his palm.It is very close to the dantian, and Xuan Zifang can almost feel the flames catalyzed by spiritual power enter the body, and they are still burning continuously, as if burning all the organs in the body...

The pain, the body hurts like tearing, especially the waist and abdomen...

Xuan Zifang gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, but he couldn't even hold on with all his strength. One leg was weak, and he half-kneeled on the ground immediately, retracted the rapier into the folding fan, and supported his body with the handle of the fan.

His throat was constantly fishy and sweet, his dantian was so hot that it was almost maddening, and the spiritual power in his body was rushing around in the meridians. Xuan Zifang panted heavily and stared at Cao Peng coldly.

Cao Peng frowned, with hatred in his eyes, intending to save Xuan Zifang's face.He slowly walked towards Xuan Zifang: "Junior Brother accepted this match, as long as Junior Brother Xuan admits that he has lost, and apologizes to Senior Brother, don't be so arrogant in the future, Senior Brother will let you go this time. how?"

"Not so much." Xuan Zifang smiled slightly, but his pale lips were a little more gorgeous due to the embellishment of blood. This smile made Cao Peng a little dazed, and the hidden move was also stagnant.But seeing Xuan Zifang with a smile on his lips, he was kneeling on one knee, slowly straightening his waist, with his back straight and waistline outlining a perfect line, which looked elegant but powerful. "Brother, don't you want to see the universe in this fan? As a junior, it's not good to hide your secrets, let the brother down."

Xuan Zifang smiled faintly, his sleeves trembled slightly, he shook the folding fan, and opened the folding fan in his hand to the extreme, every peach blossom was blooming brightly.He held the fan in both hands and raised it flat to his eyebrows, his movements were pious and elegant, not like instigating a magic weapon, but rather like dancing a dance.

Immediately, Xuan Zifang suddenly withdrew his hands, and the peach soul was still standing in the air, the peach blossoms on the fan seemed to be alive, trembling slightly on the branches against the breeze.Cao Peng's expression froze, he held his spear tightly, and when he was concentrating, he found that thick smoke suddenly appeared on the ring for some reason, covering the entire ring.

When both eyes could see, Xuan Zifang was no longer in front of Cao Peng. Looking around, he found himself in a peach blossom forest.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, covering the branches and moving with the wind, as if waving at Cao Peng.

Cao Peng didn't dare to take it lightly and frowned.Knowing that this is just a maze, as long as you find the eye of the formation, or find Xuan Zifang, you will be able to break the formation.So Cao Peng raised his gun and swept around him. If Xuan Zifang wanted to sneak attack, now is the best time!

However, when the spear stabbed out, there was still only a tree of peach blossoms that fell, without Xuan Zifang.

What about Xuan Zifang?

Xuan Zifang was sitting cross-legged on the ring at this moment, and let out a sigh of relief.

The dantian was still in severe pain. Xuan Zifang was used to the pain, so he didn't take it seriously. He fixed his eyes on Cao Peng, who was standing on the stage holding a gun but his eyes were loose. Then he pinched the fan in his hand and touched his right hand. The fresh blood on the placket drew symbols one after another on the fan.

The fan of the peach soul can block most of the spiritual power, and the fan bone can be drawn into a sword, which is a rare magic weapon that can be attacked and defended.But its most quintessential feature is its fanning "Peach Smoke Misty Formation". This formation contains the principles of the five elements and eight trigrams, and it is endless. There are formations in the formation. Times, but once in the battle, there is nowhere to escape.

However, to support the Peach Mist Maze, a lot of spiritual power is needed, and more importantly, the blood of the caster is needed as a guide.

This was originally Su Ji's life-saving secret method, and Su Ji himself would not use it lightly unless necessary.

When Su Ji handed over the folding fan to him, Xuanzi knew that Su Ji still had reservations about him.Su Ji didn't teach himself how to use it, probably because the fan surface and fan bones of Peach Soul are well used, and there is no need for Peach Smoke Mirage at all.It would be great for Su Jiken to lend him a magic weapon. He is no longer the Su Ji who is so obsessed with Xuan Zifang that he can't take his heart out. In fact, I am afraid that the current Su Ji still hates him. .

As expected of an upright, fair and strict protagonist...

Huh, something seems wrong?

Xuan Zifang thought of Su Ji's words to help him in the fight in the arena. Even Cao Peng, an outsider, felt that their relationship was not normal. The four words of fairness and strictness were used on Su Ji, which always felt uncomfortable.

A little distracted, Cao Peng on the ring visibly moved, and Xuan Zifang was able to withdraw his mind, meditate and focus on holding Yuan Shouyi in his heart, and flipped the fan again.This time, the fan absorbed Xuan Zifang's blood, and with a faint blood energy, it swept towards Cao Peng who was in the mist...

Cao Peng opened his eyes vigorously. After the strong wind swept through the peach blossom forest, there was a raging sea of ​​fire in front of him!The sky was dark, the flames were shining brightly, and there were countless souls floating in the air.The blue and sinister fierce soul attacked Cao Peng with claws and claws. Cao Peng silently thought that everything was just a virtual scene, and chanted the formula of pure heart and clear desire, and swung his spear.

Li Gui swooped down, opened his mouth towards Cao Peng, and licked his side face.

Cao Peng only felt a bloody stench rushing towards his face, but when he waved his gun to disperse the ghostly shadow, he felt a severe pain in his cheek.

And when Cao Peng held his magic weapon, the Chiyan Golden Spear, with blood-stained hands, the golden gun body melted little by little, as if corroded by sticky blood.

"No—!!" Cao Peng exclaimed, this is absolutely unacceptable to him. The red flame golden gun was the time when he met a Buddhist monk who entered the Tao by killing and passed away by chance outside. It was given to him by the monk.When the Buddha passed away, his cultivation level had reached the Nascent Soul, and he was on the same level as the masters and teachers of the peaks of the Supreme Sect.Cao Peng felt that he was blessed by the heavens to have this experience, so he was very confident in attaining the Tao and becoming a fairy.How can a person who is favored by the heavens be trapped by a mere maze? How can he be trapped? !

Cao Peng yelled angrily, and grabbed the golden gun tightly in his hand, no matter how he tried to dispel distracting thoughts and try to break through the maze, it was in vain.

The spear in his hand was being corroded by the smelly blood, and he couldn't even hold it.Countless evil spirits and ghosts floated in the sky, chirping and yelling strangely, their evil and hateful eyes fixed on him, as if they were just waiting for Cao Peng to relax and devour his soul immediately.

Although Cao Peng tried his best to keep his composure, there was a trace of panic in his heart.

He was afraid of losing, losing his status, losing his cultivation, and losing the immortality he deserved as a cultivator.

In a trance, he seemed to see those monks who had been killed by him, covered in horrific scars and bloodstains, roaring and angrily rushing towards him, pinching his neck, making him unable to breathe...

"No!!!" Cao Peng swung his spear wildly in horror, with all the spiritual power in his body, and blindly stabbed at the bloody and terrifying scenes in front of him, "It's just an illusion! It's all an illusion!!"

"Really?" Suddenly a faint voice came and said to him: "Do you think all this is an illusion?"

Cao Peng frantically exerted all his spiritual energy in an attempt to tear the darkness apart. He had no sense at all, and he didn't care about that voice at all.

"Entering the Dao with killing is destined to bear too much killing, and the heart is not strong. How can it suppress the countless souls that are dying under this long spear?"

Cao Peng was haunted by demons, he never heard this sentence at all.

But everyone in the audience did not step into the maze of peach smoke. Xuan Zifang's words made them very surprised-Cao Peng actually entered the Tao by killing him!This, if you take a wrong step, you will be a demon.A disciple of the Supreme Sect, moreover an inner disciple, would actually fall into the path of murder!

Xuan Zifang's face was indifferent, he panted slightly, slowly put away the folding fan, and said to Cao Peng who was still in the hallucination: "If it weren't for the breath of vengeful souls under the gun of senior brother, I wouldn't be able to fight for myself. I hope my brother will forgive me if I have offended you..." After finishing speaking, Xuan Zifang stopped looking at Cao Peng who had exhausted his spiritual power in the ring, and walked to the audience of the judge .

"Should I win this competition?" Xuan Zifang asked.

"Ah, yes..." The arbitration was still surprised by what happened to Cao Peng, but he didn't pay attention to the results of the competition.Consciously dereliction of duty, the arbitration smiled a little embarrassedly, ticked off the roster in his hand, and said to Xuan Zifang: "Congratulations, Junior Brother Xuan."

Xuan Zifang smiled, nodded, and walked out of the crowd steadily.

The disciples onlookers didn't dare to take Xuan Zifang seriously any more, and gave way one after another.

Xuan Zifang walked up to Su Ji and handed out the folding fan: "Give it back to you."

"Give it to you." Su Ji's face was a little complicated, but his eyes were clear and firm: "You use it better than me."

"This...isn't it good?" Xuan Zifang scratched his head.

"Compared to the magic weapon, what you should care about is your injuries." Su Ji said coldly.

Xuan Zifang smiled bitterly, and was about to say something, but the colic in his dantian felt like a knife cut, the pain caused Xuan Zifang's eyes to blur, his brows were tightly frowned, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he fell forward directly.

Before falling down, Xuan Zifang felt the softness under his body, and thought to himself, fortunately, the ground is soft enough to not break people...