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Chapter 273 Wu Fang, a theatergoer!

Those strong men from the Poison Sect who came in before Wu Fang Xiaoyan had joined the battlefield at this moment.

Looking down from a high altitude, the entire Fenyan Valley can be roughly divided into four kinds of intertwined energies, one is burning flames, the other is freezing frost, the third is lightning with rolling thunder, and the fourth is The gray-black poisonous mist spread.

"Senior, I sensed the aura of the strange fire, it should be the Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Fire you mentioned." In mid-air, Xiao Yan looked towards the center where the battle was most intense.

"The Nine-Dragon Lightning Fire has been passed down in Fenyan Valley for hundreds of years. The powerful people of all ages have imprinted indelible marks of blood and soul on the origin of the fire. I don't know that the owner of Fenyan Valley is reluctant to give it to me. You." Wu Fang stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at Xiao Yan and said.

"Tianhuo Sanxuan Transformation, Liuli Transformation!"

At this moment, a shout came from the nearest battlefield below, and Xiao Yan's expression changed suddenly upon hearing the shout.

Looking intently, I saw a scarred Dou Wang powerhouse in Fenyan Valley bursting with red flames all over his body, and his aura instantly rose from a four-star Dou Wang to a six-star Dou Wang.

"Senior, he...how could he be the second transformation of the Heavenly Fire Three Profound Transformation!" Xiao Yan pointed at the Dou Wang below, and looked at Wu Fang with a surprised face.

The Three Mysterious Changes of Skyfire were obtained through his ancestor Xiao Xuan's inheritance, and he never thought that the people of Fenyan Valley would use this secret method.

"Xiao Xuan has a good relationship with the ancestor of Fenyangu. It seems that he taught the Three Mysterious Changes of Heavenly Huo this day, and it has become an untold secret of Fenyangu."

"Tang Zhen, can you hold on?" The Patriarch of the Poison Sect forcibly broke into the most intense battlefield in the center, where two figures were besieging a tall man in long robes.

"It's all right now, but if you're late, you won't know for sure." With the addition of the ancestor of the Poison Sect, the man in the robe let out a long breath, and the pressure on his body dropped suddenly.

I saw that his whole body was wrapped in silver flames, and as the flames rose, nine silver fire dragons could be faintly seen, shuttling within the flames.These nine little fire dragons seem to have spiritual intelligence, and even release some dragon power from time to time when they walk around, which makes people feel a little depressed about their soul power.

"Old Poison, you really rushed to intervene! This is a matter between me, Ice River Valley and Fenyan Valley. If you don't want to cause trouble, I advise you to go back to your poison door!" Bing Heleng, the owner of Ice River Valley Looking at the Patriarch of the Poison Sect coldly, with a wave of his robe, the cold air suddenly rose!
The coldness between the sky and the earth suddenly climbed to the peak, and pieces of snowflakes fell from its surroundings. In just a short moment, the valley below was covered in a sea of ​​snow.At first glance, it is covered in silver, which is extraordinarily enchanting and cold.

"If I let you besiege Fenyan Valley, I am afraid that the next one to be destroyed will be my Poison Sect."

The Patriarch of the Poison Sect snorted coldly, clenched his right hand, and the gray aura lingered around his body.Gray air shuttled through the room, and the surrounding space made a hissing sound.

Seeing the permeating poisonous mist, Binghe's face froze, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and then his figure flickered.The Space Distortion Room took the lead in attacking, its withered palm was like an eagle's claw bringing about violent space fluctuations, and it directly grabbed at the neck of the Patriarch of the Poison Sect.

"I haven't fought for many years, let me see how far your strength has progressed."

The Patriarch of the Poison Sect moved his steps, easily avoiding Binghe's fierce attack, and at the same time, the gray air lingering on his right hand suddenly rose, and he pointed at the void with his finger, pointing towards Binghe's body like lightning.

Facing the gray air in the hands of the ancestor of the Poison Sect, Binghe's face changed suddenly. When the gray air came, he turned his claws into fists. The surface of the fist was covered with layers of blue light, and the light radiated chills.

"Oh!"

Fluorescence surged, and Binghe's fist brought undulating power of space, and he punched fiercely at the poisonous gas-wrapped right palm of the ancestor of the Poison Sect.

The two collided, and the space was directly torn into a dark crack out of thin air.

Binghe and the Patriarch of the Poison Sect took two or three steps back at the same time to stabilize their figures.

When the Patriarch of the Poison Sect fought against Binghe, Lei Ling and Tang Zhen, the masters of the Fenglei Pavilion, were not idle, and their figures kept interlacing.One person was surrounded by thunder, and the other person was surrounded by flames.

"Poisonous old man, are the two of them the helpers you brought?" After Binghe punched away the ancestor of the poisonous sect, he turned his head to look at Wu Fang and Xiao Yan, who were leisurely watching the battle, with a little vigilance in his eyes .

After Binghe's words fell, Lei Ling at the side also cast his gaze, and he was always on guard against these two people from the beginning to the end.

He didn't care about that young man at all, because the Dou Qi fluctuation on the other party was only four stars of Dou Huang.What he cared about was that young man. He couldn't feel the slightest wave of fighting spirit on him, but he was able to hang in the void without relying on fighting wings like Dou Zong.

Tang Zhen also looked at the Patriarch of the Poison Sect with a confused face. What he was depressed about was, since the other party was a helper, why didn't he join the battle to help?

At the moment, the other party's performance is more like the audience watching a play, while they are the performers on the stage.

That expression is obviously a posture of hanging high as nothing to do with oneself.

"This one……"

Meeting Tang Zhen's gaze, the Patriarch of the Poison Sect showed a slightly embarrassed expression: "Although they are my guests, don't expect them to help in the current battle."

Hearing what the Patriarch of the Poison Sect said, Tang Zhen glanced at Wu Fang and Xiao Yan and the two couldn't help but twitched their lips.

These two guys are really here to join in the fun!

"They call it knowing the current affairs!"

Binghe glanced at Wu Fang and Xiao Yan, who were standing on the sidelines, and then returned to the Patriarch of the Poison Sect: "I heard that you have a new apprentice who is born with the innate E Nan Du body, hehe, I think you should know that E Nan Du Are you tempted by me?"

After Sen Han's words fell, Binghe's eyes burst out with a thick fiery color.

"Zhu Feizhen!"

Hearing Binghe mentioning the Little Immortal Doctor, the Patriarch of the Poison Sect's face instantly became gloomy, and the full-color gray air flowed upwards. With a wave of his hand,

The poisonous gas condensed into dozens of poisonous arrows, and the space was distorted amidst the sound of piercing the air.In an instant, he appeared in front of Binghe and shot directly between his eyebrows!
"Snow Shield!"

Binghe shouted loudly, and the snowflakes falling from all around rushed towards him, forming a thick wall of ice and snow in front of him, forcibly resisting the poisonous arrow of the ancestor of the Poison Sect.

Rumble!
The battle between Tang Zhen, the Patriarch of the Poison Sect and Bing He and Lei Ling intensified.

In the battlefield, countless vast battle qi burst out violently, and space cracks spread like spider webs.

The ear-shattering roar continued continuously, and the aftermath of the collision spread out, directly affecting the group of disciples who were fighting below.

As time went by, in the valley, no matter it was the disciples of Fenyan Valley, Poison Sect, Binghe Valley, and Fenglei Pavilion, they all stopped fighting at the same time, and looked up at the sky one by one.

It seems that they all know that the real key to this battle is the battle with their Valley Master.

(End of this chapter)