Seeing that several Qixiu disciples had recovered a certain amount of self-protection, Li Yan walked back into the aura in the field.

While carefully sensing the mystery of the aura, watch the battle carefully, and learn combat experience to lay the foundation for the future.

The sunset droops in the west and the bright moon hangs in the east.

After several hours of battle, the battle between Yan Xiaoqi and Pang Huwen was basically over.

Entering the realm of practicing Qi and transforming into God, you can absorb spiritual energy to replenish yourself. The endurance ability is far beyond that of refining essence and transforming into Qi, but it is not a perpetual motion machine.

After a long battle, the meridians and spirit will be under considerable pressure, and the recovery effect will gradually be reduced.

This is even more true for Pang Huwen. The overload of his spiritual thoughts posed a greater burden on his spirit.

In addition, I couldn't fight for a long time, and my anger was not relieved, and my reason was almost on the verge of madness.

At the end of another round, both sides temporarily separated and returned their own breaths.

Pang Huwen was panting heavily. The consumption on his body was not so serious. The reason why he looked like this was mainly because he was angry.

"We can't continue like this... After all, these minions are not Shen Ce Army, they don't have enough will and are not skilled in formation. In addition, I have concentrated my mental power, and now there are signs of instability."

Pang Huwen looked at Yan Xiaoqi fiercely. The figure of Yijiu Zhuoran could not see any change in appearance, as if the war had not begun and his condition was still in full swing.

The fear of the foundation of famous sects from the bottom of her heart made Pang Huwen wonder if Yan Xiaoqi had any trump cards in her hand...and how long could this trump card support her in fighting?

No one at this level will eat spiritual pills to restore internal strength. No matter how good the spiritual pill is, it will cause a certain degree of internal strength fluctuation when restoring internal strength, and the meridians will stimulate, and then the use of moves will be difficult.

Although this time is short, for masters at this level, it is a difference between life and death.

Pang Huwen paused his spear heavily to the ground, "I can't care about that much!"

Holding the array eye with the left hand, blood flowed out of the hand, soaking the array eye.

As the array eyes were completely covered with blood, the array eyes emitted a fluorescent red light, and there was no magnificent atmosphere that the military array aura should have.

The water bandits around who had been fighting with high spirits and were not as good as normal humans were suddenly silent, their faces were dull, and there was no trace of their eyes.

This is the sequelae of deep mental overdrawing.

Pang Huwen felt the power to return to the peak and smiled to the sky.

"Hahaha... Yan Xiaoqi let us decide the outcome!"

"What kind of evil method are you?"

Yan Xiaoqi looked solemn.

Although she looks the same, she is Qixiu's body skills. No matter how fierce the battle is, she can maintain her heroic and ease.

After such a long battle and being suppressed, she is almost at the end of her strength.

"Evil Dharma? It is the right Dharma to me that I can kill you to take revenge."

Pang Huwen shouted loudly, almost crazy.

"If you dare to use the general formation method like this, aren't you afraid that the court will destroy your nine clans?"

"Nine Clans? Haha... I have been relying on my brother since I was a child. He has been killed by you... How can there be any Nine Clans kill you... Haha..."

Pang Huwen's eyes were on fire, his eyes were bloodshot, and a crazy and evil laughter broke out from the corners of his mouth.

"He did such evil things by himself." Yan Xiaoqi's voice was cold and unchanged, and his eyes glanced at the surrounding minions, "If I had known that you would have done such an evil method, I would have kept you if I didn't change it!"

"I don't care what evil he does. I only know that he is my brother, I depend on each other for my life, and my only relative... If you kill him, I will kill you at all costs!" Pang Huwen gritted his teeth and wanted to break his head.

"This hatred...this hatred...this hatred...this is irreconcilable!"

"I irreconcilable? Humph, a stubborn madman! If you come to seek revenge in me, I would like to respect you as a bloody person. What is the right to speak up here for such a despicable act?"

"Haha... Killing you to avenge my brother is my righteousness!"

Yan Xiaoqi said no more, it would be useless to fight with such a crazy person.

He slightly closed his eyes, raised his head and whispered softly...

"I didn't see the ancients before..."

With the poem in my mouth, it seemed like a gust of wind came in the nameless place, clouds covered with mist, and the already dim sky light covered with another layer of smoke and clouds.

Yan Xiaoqi's body floated, like a dream, like a illusion, like a real and as empty.

"There is no one to come later..."

As the poem goes out, the body movement becomes more and more erratic, and spiritual energy can be seen at the foot of the place, as if it is manifested by rivers, to support the heavens and man.

Yan Xiaoqi used a move "The Heaven and Earth are Low" and the sword energy merged into the void with his divine thoughts.

The sky is covered with stars and moon, and the earth is covered with rivers and rivers.

Yan Xiaoqi is like a celestial girl in the world, with mountains and rivers, and the greatness of the world is no longer blocked, and she is not restricted by roaming mountains and rivers.

All the suppression brought by Pang Huwen's aura disappeared.

"The world is low and high" is the prototype of the aura in Qixiu martial arts, and it has part of the aura.

If it is a game skill, it means that it is not controlled by moves and greatly reduces damage.

Seeing Yan Xiaoqi's condition, Pang Huwen smiled tragically. He used this sword when he killed my brother. He was both first-class late-stage, and he was actually beheaded by you... Everyone in the world praised you Yan Xiaoqi's sword skills as extremely sharp, who cares about my brother's death?

Let me see now, how about your peak sword beside me with my grandmaster!

"Thinking of the vastness of the world, I am sad and crying..."

As the clear voice fell, Yan Xiaoqi's momentum reached its peak.

The sword intent of the whole body, the sword energy poured into the hands of the two swords, and the two swords combined...

There is no other between heaven and earth...

Only a brilliant light remains!

How dazzling this glory is... no verbal description in the world is enough.

Li Yan, who was watching, had only one sentence in his heart, and he fell into a slight slight...

The poet Du Fu once wrote a poem:

There was a beautiful lady named Gongsun, who danced a sword and moved everywhere.

The viewer is as depressed as the mountains, and the heaven and earth are long and low.

Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, and was as sharp as the emperors flying dragons.

It comes like thunder and furious, and it stops like the clear light of the river and sea.

This poem describes the sword dance technique that Master Yan Xiaoqi is famous all over the world.

Yan Xiaoqi is the youngest among the master's disciples, and his cultivation is not the highest, but his swordsmanship is the most outstanding.

Before Gongsun retired, he said that Yan Xiaoqi's sword technique had been fully understood and she had nothing to teach.

Judging from this sword technique alone, Mrs. Gongsun's words were not simply an inspiration to her disciples.

"Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, and was as sharp as the emperors and dragons flying."

One of these sentences is appropriate for Yan Xiaoqi to give this sword.

Pang Huwen's true energy was turbulent, as if flames were rising, and the fire gun technique was accumulating its momentum to the extreme.

Facing this sword that concerns life, no matter how crazy you are, you will not be careless to yourself.

The brilliant light was like crashing into a volcano, flashing in a flash.

The volcano suddenly surged and returned to silence.

The two of them stood in a row in exchange... and they were frozen.

Li Yan sighed inwardly, it’s a pity (liao)!

Pang Huwen's sinister laughter rose, then became low... and then high... and then returned to madness...

"Haha...Gee...Haha...Gaga..."
Chapter completed!