Immortal Fu Yongxiang

Chapter 396 Qianya Mountain, take it!

"Thank you to Nonoray, dasisy, I am not a beauty!, and Wanwan, are you ready?? classmate's pink~! Thank you to Ningyu, Fenghua Yingying, Demon Hyouyue, and Chanting Uta for playing Reward~! Okay, we have finally won our station. Classmate Yiyi also left the legend of eight battles and eight deaths in Wanxian Palace. Ahem, it is much more cruel than the eight stars and eight arrows~~~~~ "

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The fire burning on the Red Flame Fox dimmed instantly, and he fell to the ground with blood.

Ghost Shadow Slash!

Gloomy winds howled, ghosts loomed, blood-threaded ghost sword butterflies flashed between reality and the void, and the spirit sword burning with will-o'-the-wisps danced brilliantly, like an elf jumping between flowers, light and extremely beautiful.

But this beauty is accompanied by a sharp killing power that is difficult to withstand.

The speed is so fast that no trace can be caught, only a dazzling shadow, and the increasing number of bone-penetrating sword marks on the body...

"Poof" a blood flower exploded in his chest, and the flying sword penetrated into his body and cut into his heart.

The blood-sucking effect appeared, Mo Ranyi's face was as bright as a peach blossom, and the golden elixir was running crazily, instantly decomposing and absorbing this pure energy...

"This battle is of great significance and no little girl can hold back, fellow Taoist..." Mo Ranyi said uneasily, her hand holding the spiritual bow tightly and her red cheeks making her look very embarrassed.

The monk opposite opened his eyes and fell unwillingly.

"Hanyu Palace, win!"

There were boos on the field. Such a powerful spiritual pet, even if his personal strength is not very good, can still be regarded as one of the strongest.

From the beginning to the end, this woman named Mo Ranyi only raised her hand and shot one arrow, and it was this sword that killed her opponent who was also in the Golden Core stage!

Everyone in the audience had exclamation marks in their minds.

too strong!
There is such a spiritual butterfly with the ghost attribute, or a sword butterfly among spiritual butterflies. Life is as lonely as snow, and there is no pursuit anymore!
Everyone's eyes were focused on the blood-threaded ghost Jiandie, full of admiration, jealousy, envy, hatred...

Only the dead monk's sect turned their attention to Mo Ranyi after checking the body.

Needless to say, the accuracy of the arrow is the key.

The breastplate on the chest was completely destroyed. It was pierced from the center and cracked to the edges. The moment it was exposed to the air, it shattered into pieces.

What kind of power does it take to do this!
At this moment, everyone realized that it was not Hanyu Palace who wanted to change their style and send out a sword cultivator holding a bow, but actually shooting a sword. Damn, these guys are really good physical cultivators, whether they use fists or not. No matter whether you use a sword or not, you can't change this fact.

This kind of strength can only be achieved through physical training.

They underestimated the enemy!

I thought this was a delicate and frail little girl, but I didn’t expect that this little girl’s natal spiritual pet was so powerful, and she was still a physical practitioner at the Golden Core stage!
"The Xianshengzhen Sect is behind, let's take a look and talk about it later."

Everyone nodded and quietly gathered the deceased, with different thoughts.

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Today's Shangli Arena is destined to become the stage for the Blood-Threaded Ghost Sword Butterfly.

Those whose strength is not as good as it have no ability to resist under the eyes of Tongyou.

Burning Soul's soul disappeared with one strike of his sword.

The ghostly shadows slashed continuously, looking like ghosts, each strike was as fast as a sword, and it was impossible to guard against it.

The Sword Butterfly won with its dexterity and speed, but was slightly lacking in strength. The transformation into the Ghost Sword Butterfly with rare ghost attributes greatly made up for its shortcomings in this aspect. Its attacks were fast and hateful, damaging to the body and soul, and it was really difficult to deal with.

Coupled with the fact that its owner shoots arrows from time to time to disturb the enemy, it is the best partner.

Several sects took turns to join the battle, and all of them broke their swords under the blood-threaded ghost sword Butterfly Sword. The whole venue was in commotion.

News of the internal integration of Hanyu Palace spread rapidly in the past few days. The main content is not the integration, but the person who integrated it. It is the woman standing on the field today, Mo Ranyi who owns the blood-streaked ghost sword butterfly!

"How dare you fight alone?" A middle-aged monk stood on the field.

At this time, the sects competing in Qianya Mountain had already taken turns fighting each other, and what impressed everyone was that Mo Ranyi from Hanyu Palace was still standing on it.

There are seven sects and 35 golden elixir monks. Mo Ranyi has solved seven of them by himself. This number is still rising...

Mo Ranyi narrowed his eyes. The fat girl waved her spirit sword arrogantly at the old man across from her, her little mouth muttered, and her little eyes were provocative, as if to say, I'll make you look good later!
Dying?
Mo Ranyi found it interesting. These people really thought that without the Blood-Threaded Ghost Sword Butterfly, she would be at their mercy?
"Okay." She said softly, raised her hand, and put the fat girl who was jumping with anger back into the spirit sealing ring.

The eyes of everyone in the place were about to pop out.

Isn't this...isn't this stupid?

How could anyone commit such a crime? If someone tells you to take a spiritual pet, you will take one. If someone tells you to stand there and wait to be chopped down, you will also wait.

"Haha! Okay, although fellow Taoist is a woman, she still has some blood!" The middle-aged monk was overjoyed, but he still pretended to be like this, a typical example of being good after getting an advantage.

The woman opposite him smiled shyly, as if she was very thin-skinned and was not boasting.

Bloody?

She slowly raised her spiritual bow, and the corners of her lips curled up beautifully. Of course she had the bloodiness, and she had even more bloodiness!

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Mark of Thunder!

Thunderballs of light blue light were continuously rubbed out from the palm of the hand, flying towards the opponent at an extremely slow speed.

The middle-aged monk sneered. As expected, without the Nether Butterfly, this woman was nothing. Just one look at the thunder ball in the palm revealed that its attack power was very limited. If it were faster, it might be able to disrupt the line of sight. It was so slow right now that he didn't even have time to wait until the thunder ball was close and then turn slightly sideways.

The thunderball was about to fly closer.

Mo Ranyi raised his spiritual bow, drew the string to full, and shot!The movements are done in one go.

Countless arrows flew away, one step faster than those thunder balls.

It's Mo Ranyi's super wide range and no blind spots - scattering!
The slow thunderball suddenly exploded in the rain of arrows.

Bounce, bounce, bounce!
The middle-aged monk had never experienced such a battle before. He panicked all of a sudden. In the process of dodging the flying arrows, he was hit countless times by the lightning balls that bounced back and forth in the arrows. His body was covered with faint traces of light. Blue thunder mark...

scattering!

scattering!

scattering!

Three rounds of scattered shots were fired in succession, and the man was like a solitary leaf swaying in the wind, falling into the stream with nine or eighteen turns. He was knocked back by the critical blows and stunned and ravaged by the heavy arrows, leaving him without any temper.

Continuous explosions of thunder!

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

A series of thunderous explosions roared in the rain of arrows.

Mo Ranyi was afraid that the other party would not die, so he pulled up all three strings, and the three flying swords shot out with a "whoosh", piercing the monk's throat almost at the same time.

The armor-piercing effect was so sharp that the fragile neck could not stop the three killing gods. It was penetrated by them and fell directly into the protective shield around the arena.

Mo Ranyi coughed lightly and turned his head away slightly.

What, she used too much force, she never thought of not leaving the whole body...

By the way, how thick can a person's neck be? Is it possible for three flying swords to pass through it and keep it intact?
Must not!
"Ouch!" Someone in Hanyu Palace shouted first, breaking the moment of silence.

After that, wolf-like screams kept coming from this remote area.

"Senior Sister is mighty!" A war hall disciple shouted with a flushed face and at the top of his lungs.

All the Zhantang disciples were like firecrackers that were detonated instantly, erupting into waves of sound.

"Master is mighty!"

"Long live the big sister!"

"Elder Sister is too powerful!"

"Senior sister is so beautiful!"

"Senior Sister is so beautiful that the world is outraged! She is so miserable!"

……

Everyone in the venue was sweating.

In other words, the momentum of a strong man is broken by the crooked building that makes two mistakes and makes no sense at the same time.

Everyone watched as the woman who blushed like a peach and almost tried to hide her face and run away left.

Mo Ranyi's face was very red, not from shame, but from anger.

These bastards, their skin will itch even after being beaten for a day. What does it mean to be so beautiful that people are angry, but so miserable?

Is that used to describe beauty?It's the right way to describe an ugly girl, and it has to be the kind of peerless ugly girl who can't eat for 30 years at a glance!

Mo Ranyi stopped standing and the place became empty, but strangely, no one came up anymore.

In addition to Hanyu Palace, the other six families gathered together in a tacit understanding, chatted briefly, and informed Wanxian Palace of the results.

They quit!

No more fighting, no more robbing, no more playing with crazy people!

That's right, in their eyes, the master and disciple Zhai Buhuo and Mo Ranyi were a pair of out-and-out lunatics.

With the scale of Hanyu Palace, an insect cave market is enough for them to work, but they still want to dream of Qianya Mountain?
Row!
Don’t you want it?

I’ll give you Hanyu Palace!
They wanted to see what and why Hanyu Palace was guarding!

They couldn't afford to offend this pair of mad masters and apprentices who would kill anyone, but a sect couldn't be supported by just two people.

When the insect wave comes, not even the nearly ten thousand sects can stop it, let alone Hanyu Palace!

Once Qianya Mountain and Zhongkufang City were lost again, they would have another chance to seize Qianya Mountain without waiting for 30 years.

"The station at Qianya Mountain belongs to Hanyu Palace." The people from Wanxian Palace announced loudly.

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