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Chapter 571 Fellow Daoists, Listen to the Sword Cry! 【Subscribe】

martial arts arena
The atmosphere gradually became dignified!
The surrounding defensive formations were opened, blocking all the hustle and bustle.

Wei Han and Xuanyuan Ling looked at each other hundreds of feet away, one was calm and self-possessed with no expression on his face, the other was full of excitement and belligerence, invisible auras collided and tested each other.

"Junior Brother Wei, it's unlucky for you to meet me!" Xuanyuan Ling twisted his neck and sneered a little maniacally: "If it weren't for the kindness and resentment between you and me, I really couldn't bear to destroy a genius like you Dao Xin."

"Ha ha!"

Wei Han smiled without saying anything.

In fact, why is he not like this?
If it weren't for the tradition of the two peaks for thousands of years, he really didn't want to fight high-profilely in front of everyone, and he didn't want to ruin a stranger's Dao heart. After all, he and Xuanyuan Ling had no grievances or enmities.

As for now, although it is to catch the ducks on the shelves!

But I can only feel sorry for this poor hapless bastard!

"Fellow daoists, listen to the sound of the sword!"

Xuanyuan Ling deliberately played handsome, and drew his sword out of its sheath like a second child.

"Buzz!"

The long sword he had been holding in his hand finally revealed the true face of Lushan Mountain. It was as crystal clear as ice, surrounded by runes and dao rhymes, and exuded a terrifying icy aura that swept across all directions.

A sword cry seemed to freeze the sky and the earth.

Outside the martial arts arena, many disciples below the golden core stage were all inexplicably horrified, because everyone's souls were almost frozen, and everyone's thinking was sluggish for a long time.

"Is this the Frozen Phoenix Crying Sword?"

"Good guy, Master Yu gave him this sword?"

"Could it be that Fengming sword that is almost going to be a spiritual treasure?"

Everyone gasped, and looked at the sword with a hint of eagerness.

This is the existence of an advanced spirit treasure from a magic weapon. It is rumored that its refining materials are extremely precious, and its growth limit is very high, which is even more valuable than many high-level spirit treasures.

Yu Fenglei's handing over this sword to Xuanyuan Ling Yunyang naturally seemed a bit violent!
But this sword is very suitable for him. Standing proudly in the field, one person with one sword, the terrifying frozen atmosphere began to permeate the surroundings, and the sound of crackling ice began to resound throughout the audience.

In an instant!
The Martial Arts Field with a radius of thousands of feet was already covered by thick ice. If it wasn't for the barriers around it, the entire Zixiao Holy Land would be submerged in ice and snow.

"I only have three swords!"

Xuanyuan Ling sneered confidently, his aura suddenly soared!

"Boom boom boom!"

The spiritual energy in his body roared and roared, as if an iceberg was exploding for ten thousand years, and the next moment, the majestic spiritual energy was crazily poured into the frozen Fengming sword.

Not only did it shine brightly, but a phantom of an ice phoenix suddenly appeared behind him, lingering an astonishing frozen aura, and began to spread in all directions.

"cut!"

Xuanyuan Ling laughed wildly and slashed down with both hands holding the sword.

A hundred-foot ice blade appeared out of thin air, and under the blessing of his sword intent, it seemed that even the void would freeze, and the next moment it slashed towards the top of Wei Han's head with terrifying power.

"hiss!"

Many disciples watching the battle were startled by this sword.

"It's such a terrifying power, a sword cultivator is worthy of being a sword cultivator, and he is so sharp with a casual move!"

"It's no wonder that a sword cultivator's leapfrog fight is as simple as drinking water and eating. This swordsmanship cultivator must have been beheaded before he reacted, right? What magic weapon can stop it?"

Everyone's thoughts are in flux!
The sword of Heaven and Earth Rupture had already been cut to the top of Wei Han's head.

He chuckled unhurriedly, raised his hand and punched out.

"Boom!"

The illusory scene of three scorching suns burning the starry sky erupted behind Wei Han. The terrifying heat was like the sun descending into the world, sweeping madly in all directions.

The solid ice in the Martial Arts Field is melting layer by layer!
In an instant, the surrounding area has become foggy.

And the fist that Wei Han slammed was made of flames, which contained powerful fire and sword intent. All kinds of bursting, eroding, and burning breaths crushed like heaven and earth, and blasted the Baizhang ice blade on the spot. into slag.

"Hiss! Heaven-ranked fire attribute technique, emperor-ranked mid-grade Great Sun Golden Black Body?"

"Him? He actually condensed his sword intent into the wind of his fist?"

The surrounding senior monks were in an uproar.

Even Xu Suwan and Jiang Yuan were stupefied, they obviously didn't expect that Wei Han's random play of cards would be so shocking.

"Your apprentice has an emperor-level physique? Or is it a big day golden black body?" Jiang Yuan was full of remorse, and exclaimed in disbelief: "His grandma's, why did this kid never say it?"

"I don't know either!" Xu Suwan was even more confused.

Wei Han's physique is hidden very deep, and after practicing the illusory and phantom supernatural powers, his aura is even hidden in the void, and it is difficult to see through it even in the psychic state without deliberately bursting out.

Who would have thought that this guy would have a lot of cards in his hole without making a sound.

Moreover, his sword intent can already be integrated into the fist style. The use of this level is simply superb. Isn't he hiding too deeply?
"Junior Sister, why don't you give him to me?" Jiang Yuan regretted, "If I had known earlier, I would have accepted this kid as my apprentice!"

"No, it's better to give him to Wuliang Peak!"

At this time, a middle-aged bearded man with a red beard and red hair suddenly appeared in the void. He fixed his excited eyes on Wei Han below, and there was a trace of longing in his eyes.

"His grandma, this kid's control over the fire technique is too subtle!"

"Which skill is he practicing? There is a vision of the scorching sun burning the starry sky?"

"Hahaha, he also implanted Jianmu roots to act as spiritual roots. The wood is strong and powerful, wonderful, wonderful!"

The middle-aged man became more and more excited as he talked.

Jiang Yuan and Xu Suwan were stunned again. They didn't know that Wei Han had Jianmu roots implanted in his body to serve as spiritual roots. This guy must have great fortune.

The middle-aged man in front of him is named Li Fentian!
This person's cultivation level is as high as the sky, he is good at fire art, and his temper is eccentric and domineering. He is also a well-known person in Zixiao Holy Land. He once earned the nickname of Fire Demon Tianzun in Wanxinghai.

The Wuliang Peak where he is located is the most special existence among the 360 ​​five peaks in the Zixiao Holy Land.

Wuliang Peak seldom accepts disciples, each generation of disciples is sparsely populated, and there are very few direct disciples, but each generation of disciples is the top fire master.

This is a peak with few people but not to be underestimated!
Li Fentian is the only Wuliangfeng of this generation. He has many internal and external sects and miscellaneous disciples who can be driven, but there is no real personal heir. He propped up the lintel, and anyone who saw it had to respectfully call out Master Huo Mo!
Who would have thought that this madman would be brought out in a dispute between juniors.

When the audience was in an uproar, Xu Suwan and Jiang Yuan couldn't help secretly having a headache.

"Senior brother Li, I haven't seen you for so many years and you are still so hot-tempered." Xu Suwan smiled dumbly, waved her hands and said, "Today is just a sparring between juniors, come down to watch the battle, senior brother."

(End of this chapter)