At present, Bu Jingfeng is using wind control techniques, and the blue storm trapped the bald disciple of Badao Pavilion tightly.

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion felt that his limbs could not move, and his spiritual power seemed to be unable to be exerted.

Bu Jingshuang is already very hard. The seven-star iceberg of martial arts awakening talent is so difficult that every time she is summoned, Bu Jingshuang consumes a lot of spiritual power.

Cooperating with his brother Bu Jingfeng's wind control technique, Bu Jingshuang's seven-star sword in his hand killed the remaining disciples of Badao Pavilion. Now only the Badao Pavilion has the highest martial arts cultivation, and the bald disciple is struggling to support him.

Bu Jingfeng's wind control technique has not yet been practiced to the level of perfection, but has just stayed in the Hinayana stage.

This kind of wind control technique is extremely strange.

Wind, fire, thunder.

They are all a means of heaven.

Among them, the wind control technique is also very strong.

There are many warriors who are proficient in wind control. They can blow away the opponent's body through the wind, and even leave no residue, as if this person has never been here.

Fire control technique is something many warriors really hope to have.

In Wuyang Continent.

Alchemists and Qi Refiners are much more proficient in controlling fire than ordinary warriors, and fire techniques are also many means of their offense and defense.

Murong Chen’s Thunder Holy Flame is the best explanation.

As for the thunder control technique.

On the Nanda Road of Wuyang Continent, I have never heard of anyone knowing how to use thunder and thunder. It is just rumored that an elder in the Temple of the Martial God can master the thunder.

The destructiveness and attack power of the sky thunder are very terrifying.

There are not many warriors who are proficient in wind control techniques, and Bu Jingfeng is also the best among warriors.

However, his understanding of wind control skills is still biased. His own talent determines that his wind control skills will not have great development.

"Brother, do you hold on for a while?

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Bu Jingshuang's eyebrows trembled and flew over.

Preparing to chop off the badao Pavilion with your own hands.

There were many disciples around, and the disciples of Badao Pavilion rushed over after hearing the news.

On weekdays, this bald disciple is arrogant and lustful, so many disciples from the Badao Pavilion hate him to the core.

Although these disciples of the Badao Pavilion are ready to go, they have been watching the changes in the distance, hoping to use other people's hands to kill this bald disciple to relieve the hatred in their hearts.

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion looked very ugly, and the big sword in his hand could not move. He felt like a wooden man, completely controlled by Bu Jingfeng's wind control technique.

The blue wind blew by.

The sound of killing is endless.

However, as Bu Jingfeng's energy and spiritual power became weaker, the bald disciple of the Badao Pavilion suddenly found that his arm could move.

Bu Jingshuang walked over slowly without any warning.

Bu Jingshuang thought that the bald donkey from Badao Pavilion had long been the seven-star sword in his hand, the ghost under the sword.

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion smiled cunningly and thought to himself why not pretend to be true, even though his arms can move.

I continued to pretend that I was controlled by the wind control technique of this thin boy like noodle in front of me, and could fight back.

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion tried to use his spiritual power.

I found that my feet and feet could not move at all, and all I could move was the hand holding the big knife.

It seems that I cannot fully move and be free.

Kill this woman first.

As for the thin one who is as thin as noodles, he just giggled. He was using wind control techniques, and he couldn't open his hands and was using other martial arts.

And now Bu Jingfeng's face was covered with sweat, and it was obvious that he was holding on.

"This young man, this lady!"

"Please! Stop killing me!"

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion grinned, "I became lustful for a while! As long as you two don't kill me, if you have anything to do in the future, you can come to Badao Pavilion to find me!"

Bu Jingshuang sneered.

"Bald donkey, today next year will be your death day!"

"Suffer to die!"

Seven-star sword, the sword light flashed.

A sword energy.

"Ha ha!"

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion laughed and raised the big knife in his hand.

"Little girl, I have to kill you and strip all your clothes!"

Bu Jingfeng could see clearly at a glance. It turned out that this bald donkey was pretending.

"Sister, be careful!"

Bu Jingshuang also discovered that the bald disciple's paper was too late, and the seven-star sword he swung could not be taken back. Now that his back was completely exposed, all left to the bald disciple of Badao Pavilion, the big sword in his hand.

Pu! Bu Jingfeng felt a pain in his back.

The skin is full of flesh and blood.

"What!?"

The disciples of Badao Pavilion were surprised.

Unexpectedly, Bu Jingfeng rushed up and blocked his sister Bu Jingshuang.

This knife almost split Bu Jingfeng's body into two.

"younger sister!"

"Walk……!"

Bu Jingfeng seemed to have a lot to say, and he swallowed his anger.

"elder brother!"

Bu Jingshuang, how could he leave? He waved the Seven-Star Sword to fight against the disciples of Badao Pavilion.

"Look at the knife!"

Whoosh! The big sword slashed over! Bu Jingshuang used the Seven-Star Sword to block it! Zheng... Bu Jingshuang only felt that the Seven-Star Sword in her hand was about to be shaken off.

Flying backwards more than ten feet away.

Looking at his brother who was lying on the ground, Bu Jingfeng.

Bu Jingshuang's anger arose from his heart.

Click on the middle of your eyebrows and you will be able to bring out the essence and blood, melt it on the Seven-Star Sword, and have the final showdown with the bald disciples of the Badao Pavilion.

"This little girl is quite domineering!"

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion, with a lewd look on his face, stretched out his pig-dog-like tongue, licked his lips, and said angrily: "But, I like it!"

"Miss Frost!"

Murong Chen shouted loudly, stepping on the dragon step.

A white figure came to Bu Jingshuang's side.

Murong Chen picked up Bu Jingshuang with one hand.

Step on two steps to swim the dragon step.

Leaving aside, a safe place.

Then Murong Chen followed, Bu Jingshuang.

Check out Bu Jingfeng quickly.

Bu Jingfeng was too seriously injured.

Murong Chen felt that there was no help.

Murong Chen is undoubtedly the fastest, with the body skills of the Dragon Step, and his martial arts cultivation has improved a lot compared to before.

Although the three-pupil Tianhu was still injured, it had almost recovered. The Immortal King, Yidao Immortal, used the only remaining immortal crystal in the body to warm the demon core of the Three-pupil Tianhu.

"Qilin Flame Knife!"

The three-pupil sky fox, in the tiger's palm, the Qilin flame knife, and under one knife, it is like a mountain cracking stone.

One hundred and eight red sword shadows of the Qilin Flame Swords passed by in a flash.

Before the seal of the Qilin Flame Sword was lifted, the shadow of the Qilin Flame Sword was black.

After the seal was lifted, the shadow of the Qilin Flame Sword turned red and the blade body was also red.

The bald disciple of Badao Pavilion panicked, "Qilin Flame Sword, it turns out that it is really here!"

The bald disciple could tell at a glance that the red fox was holding the lost treasure of the Badao Pavilion, the supreme treasure, the Kirin Flame Sword.

"escape!"

Every disciple of the Badao Pavilion knows how powerful the Qilin Flame Sword is.

You can only hide, not be timid.
To be continued...