Sorry, your sword spirit was attacked by me

"Okay, you can get it yourself."

"Yo, you're quite crazy." Li Zifeng looked him up and down, "In the early stage of the Nascent Soul, in his 20s, he really has the capital of being crazy-but it's also worth comparing with whom."

Yu Ziyang didn't want to talk nonsense with him, "Want to fight?"

"Fight? Are you worthy?" Li Zifeng's voice had just finished speaking, and the spiritual pressure of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul overwhelmingly pressed down on Yu Ziyang.

Although they are all in the Nascent Soul stage, it will take hundreds of years for monks to catch up with a small difference in realm.Yu Ziyang is only in his twenties, and he is far behind his predecessors who are hundreds of years old in terms of foundation and combat experience.

"What's so proud of a smelly old man who is hundreds of years old and still in the middle stage of Yuanying?" Changing expression declared war: "Let's go, go to the north."

There is a group of mountains to the north of the capital city. Usually, in order not to affect the lives of ordinary people, they will have discussions between monks there.

As soon as these words came out, Li Zifeng's monkey-like face became ugly.Not only did this young man not change his face under his spiritual pressure, but he even declared war on him? !For a brat who has just lived for twenty years or so to want to have a formal fight with him is already the greatest insult to him.

"I don't think it's necessary, it's right here." Li Zifeng made a decisive decision, and a layer of translucent light curtain enveloped the two of them.

"That's it?" Yu Ziyang tilted his head, showing disdain, "The barrier you propped up looks like you, thin and small."

It really cannot be blamed that Yu Ziyang looked down on him.In the Battle of the Mysterious Mother Spider, in order to protect countless students in the school, Yi Xiao sealed a layer of barriers outside each building, and at the same time sealed the entire Qinghe University from a high altitude. His barriers were still fighting normally. It has been attacked by the mysterious mother spider countless times, but it is still unbreakable.The person in front of him is just a shabby barrier covering an alley, Yu Ziyang should have looked down on him.

Yu Ziyang flipped his hand, and the Sihuo sword fell into his palm out of thin air, "I'm afraid you have taken too many drugs, it's too empty." The golden core in the dantian was running wildly, a large amount of spiritual energy was poured into the Sihuo sword, and the tip of the sword was glowing with fire. Yu Ziyang clenched his hands tightly and stabbed at the barrier. It was hard to see how hard he was, but the barrier shattered in response.

"Are you qualified to go to the north now?" Yu Ziyang withdrew his sword, put it on his shoulder, and raised his eyebrows at Li Zifeng.

Li Zifeng's face turned red with anger.But he can't help it, he has stayed in the middle stage of Nascent Soul for more than 100 years, and urgently needs this high-grade demon pill to study the pill to improve his cultivation. "Walk."

Yu Ziyang followed behind him, Yu Jian flew to the north, during which time he ate a rejuvenation pill that replenished spiritual power.The moment when the barrier was broken just now, it looked calm on the surface, but it was not easy for him who was under the pressure of the strong.However, the opportunity to compete with masters is also very rare, and this opportunity is not to be missed, just to test your strength after exorcising the demon.

The mountains in the north of Beijing have a very romantic name: Huixianling.It is said that some people met immortals here thousands of years ago.Later, the nearby cultivators took this place as a place to compete with each other. It was far away from the city and occupied a large area, so that ordinary people would not be affected by the battles between monks.

The two stood still on a flat terrain in Huixian Ridge, Li Zifeng sneered, his eyes glanced at the black ring on Yu Ziyang's finger, and his eyes flashed: "Let me tell you first, my magic weapon doesn't have eyes, it's damaged and disabled. Don't be angry."

"The same is for you." Yu Ziyang was a little excited, his blood was boiling, the flames around Si Huojian changed from fiery red to ghostly blue, and he rushed towards Li Zifeng holding the sword.

Yu Ziyang learned a movement method called "Low Sky Wangchuan" in "Steps", and he used this movement method to step away in the air at this time.

Li Zifeng saw the flames flickering in the distance, and the ghostly figure was unpredictable, and he felt a sense of crisis spontaneously. This junior was stronger than he imagined, so he couldn't underestimate the enemy.Both hands made a seal in front of his body and raised a small bronze-colored tripod with two ears, which quickly grew in size to block Yu Ziyang's attack.

The Sihuo sword and the bronze tripod met in the air, and they collided with each other with a "clang", the lingering sound was long and deafening, and the strong air fluctuations broke the surrounding trees in half.

After all, Yu Ziyang's realm was slightly inferior, and he was gradually forced back as he confronted.The hands holding the Sihuo sword were loosened, and he flew back a few meters, remotely controlling the Sihuo sword and the bronze tripod to fight in the air.

Li Zifeng smiled and said, "That's all you have." A beam of spiritual power escaped from the bronze cauldron and stabbed at him. With a "bang", it was blocked by the spiritual energy light curtain in front of Yu Ziyang, and exploded on the light curtain. outside.

A lot of blue flames suddenly appeared around the Sihuo sword, floating in mid-air, like a will-o'-the-wisp. At the same time, Yu Ziyang once again stepped out of "Walking the River in the Sky", the Sihuo sword disappeared out of thin air, and the flames surrounded the bronze tripod.

Li Zifeng panicked, and quickly spread his consciousness to look for Yu Ziyang's figure, but the moment he found it, the sword intent was already approaching the back of his head.

Yu Ziyang didn't want to kill him, and he had already stopped at a hair's breadth away. Unexpectedly, Li Zifeng noticed his pause, and instead turned around and quickly slapped him with all his might.

The two were too close, Yu Ziyang was caught off guard, the hastily constructed spiritual energy barrier only slowed down the palm for a moment, and he was still sent flying by Li Zifeng.

The rapidly retreating body drew a deep mark on the ground, and finally stopped when it hit a boulder.

Yu Ziyang leaned on the boulder, with one leg bent, holding the Sihuo sword in one hand, and slowly raised his head from the smoke of rubble from the crushed boulder, the corner of his blood-stained mouth curled up, showing a smile like a breeze and a bright moon.

"Ah."

Yu Ziyang stood up, tilted his neck, looked at him contemptuously, and said in a slow and serious tone: "You're dead, the alliance won't settle accounts with me, will it?"

"Joke!" Li Zifeng frowned and cursed, "Who do you think you are? Want to kill me?"

Yu Ziyang completely ignored him, and took a step forward with raised brows. The powerful aura actually forced Li Zifeng to retreat subconsciously, "Do you want the demon pill?" He raised his hand and twirled the ring on his middle finger, "You still want me? storage ring?" With a wave of his right hand, the Sihuo sword moved with his thoughts and floated beside him, "Let me think about it, you still want my Sihuo sword, don't you?" The ending sound rose slightly .

The Sihuo Sword ignited an orange-red flame again, but Yu Ziyang didn't control it at all. With the sound of the last word, his "Ling Kong Wangchuan" became more ghostly, his figure disappeared, and once again appeared beside Li Zifeng. "Has anyone ever told you, don't force a swordsman to not want to use a sword?"

Li Zifeng didn't see how he got to his side at all, his cultivation aptitude is not high-quality, most of the spiritual energy in his body was consumed by the palm just now, and he couldn't recover for a while, the panic flashed on his face However, it was replaced by pain in an instant, Yu Ziyang's elbow made his neck crooked, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Yu Ziyang took advantage of the victory to chase after him, Lingkong Wangchuan was running vividly, his figure flickered, it was completely unpredictable and unpredictable.He didn't use the magic weapon of the mission, he poured spiritual power into every palm and every punch, and beat Li Zifeng purely with his physical body.

Li Zifeng had two of his teeth knocked out, and lay on the ground clutching his stomach, unable to get up, "...you..."

"Sorry, this junior has learned fighting for more than ten years, so I used my senior as a sandbag to practice for a while." Yu Ziyang stepped on Li Zifeng's chest, "I wanted to let you go, but you sneaked up on me."

Yu Ziyang can't kill him, he is the only elixir master in the alliance, if he is killed, the alliance will condemn him, causing endless disasters, "I let you go this time, you'd better..."

A sharp sword intent pierced through the air, passing Yu Ziyang's toes, a bloodstain appeared on Li Zifeng's neck, the gushing blood quickly stained a large area red, and before he died, his eyes widened, it was impossible He lowered his head in confidence, and immediately swallowed his breath.

A cultivator in the transformation stage can use his soul to seize his body, and the death of his body is not considered real death.But the monks in the Yuanying period have not yet cultivated their Yuanshen completely, and they cannot seize the body at all. The death of the body disappears, so Li Zifeng's death is really dead, unless someone goes to great lengths to help him collect the soul and reshape the body. Otherwise, even the Immortal Da Luo would not be able to save him.

Surprised by the sudden change, Yu Ziyang suddenly looked in the direction where the sword intent came from, only to see Yi Xiao coming at some time, floating down with a fairy air.

Obviously, he killed Li Zifeng.

"What are you hesitating for?" Yi Xiao asked him inexplicably, "He has the intention to kill you, will you wait for revenge if you don't kill him?"

Yi Xiao came over and took out a wet tissue to wipe the dirty blood on Yu Ziyang's face, with gentle force, while still telling: "Cut grass and roots, I knew the truth when I was still holding a sword, don't you know?"

Yu Ziyang stood there in a daze, and let Yi Xiao wipe his face clean.Yi Xiao took out a big green pill and fed it into his mouth, his expression became lively: "Repair the injury, let me check the spoils!" He squatted down, groped around Li Zifeng's body, and finally A tattered storage bag was pulled out from the belt.

Yi Xiao is too used to doing this kind of thing. With a quick touch, the imprint on the storage bag disappears, and the contents inside can be seen at a glance, "There are still a lot of things, but they are all rags. It is your first Next time, put it away." Throwing the storage bag into Yu Ziyang's arms, Yi Xiao turned around and wanted to leave.

Yu Ziyang put away the storage bag casually, his deep eyes followed Yi Xiao's back without blinking, he staggered a step forward, his vision became more and more blurred...

As soon as Yi Xiao took two steps, he felt a heat source behind his back, and it was Yu Ziyang who leaned over.

Yu Ziyang leaned forward, his chest leaned against Yi Xiao's back, and his chin rested on Yi Xiao's shoulder. Yi Xiao was two centimeters shorter than him, and Yu Ziyang's back was slightly arched. The support of the predecessors.

The warm breath was panting in his ears, and Yi Xiao heard his low and hoarse voice: "I'm so tired..."

"..." This voice made Yi Xiao feel that he would shatter if he touched it, his body was stiff, and he dared not move.

But he is also uncomfortable now, the moment Yu Ziyang approached, he fell ill again, not only the heartbeat was fast, but also the apex of the heart was crispy, is this a serious symptom?

Yi Xiao took a deep breath, mobilized his spiritual power to control his heartbeat, turned around to face Yu Ziyang, wrapped his arms around his waist, and hugged him with all his strength.But this posture is very awkward, Yi Xiao thought about it for a while, let go of one hand and passed through Yu Ziyang's leg, and hugged his princess.

Yu Ziyang was already unconscious.

[The author has something to say]: Li Zifeng: My body is still under your feet!Are you polite? !