Immortal Soaring Blade

Previously, Zhao Jiuge was hit by a cold wooden ruler and fell to the ground. His Qi and blood were rolling, and his bones were numb. He couldn't move. Fortunately, Shao Shao was confident in belittling the enemy and gave Zhao Jiuge a chance to slow down. He was beaten by the scar boy and kept silent, just to ease his breath, endure the pain in his body, and run his spiritual power smoothly.

Taking advantage of the young scabbard's carelessness, he had to take the first step, holding a purple Jasper gourd in his hand. The whole body was glowing with warmth. It was the purple gold real fire gourd that was snatched from Taoist priest Yiqing.

At this time, the jade body of Zijin zhenhuo gave out a transparent luster, and the orange fire surrounded by it was like a roaring fire snake under the operation of Zhao Jiuge, and he was about to roll the scar boy into it.

The cold wood ruler, which originally relied on instinct and sent out a faint chill, was oppressed by the fire. One was controlled by others, and the other was only relying on instinct. Of course, its power could not be compared.

Looking at Zhao Jiuge, who was extremely embarrassed just now, he jumped up again, holding a small gourd in his hand. Everyone's eyes were wonderful. At the same time, they understood that the situation in the field was expected to reverse dramatically.

Even scar boy's complacent face suddenly stopped. His face became stiff. He swore in his heart. He was careless. How could he know that the boy was waiting for an opportunity. Although he scolded secretly in his heart, the next moment, the movement in his hands was not slow. He ran through the spiritual power in his body, and the cold wooden ruler's aura was brilliant.

"Cold wood two volumes of wind and frost." The young scar's words were all in a hurry, his eyes were shrinking, and he looked at the fire coming from the opposite side. The orange fire light shone on the scar boy's face, dark and bright, as if to show his mood at the moment.

As soon as the hasty words fell, the temperature just brought by the flame dropped again. The original clear sky suddenly faded, and the sky became gloomy. The cold wind blew like a knife, and there was a little wind and snow in it. If it wasn't two people fighting, the scene of this scene still had some beauty.

Gusts of cold wind curled up, forming a vortex, slowly circling and condensing. Then a cold dragon formed by wind and frost hit the flame just in front of him. When the cold wooden ruler sent out an amazing sky power, the flames all over the sky had become a little dim and the fire was smaller. At this time, the cold dragon formed by the wind and frost hit the sky and turned into a small flame in an instant, It's fragmented, but it's not gone.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Jiuge could no longer hide his clumsiness. His face was ferocious, his eyes were wide, and he clenched the root. He hastened to instill spiritual power. The green gourd trembled slightly in his hands, and the orange fire that had originally turned into a split was slowly converging again, and he had to fight against the wind and frost all over the sky again.

Scar boy sneered. He just suffered a loss and did not give Zhao Jiuge a chance. The spirit power input into the cold wood ruler soared, and a greater power came out from the cold wood ruler. The cold dragon formed by the wind and frost in the sky became more clear. His eyes became divine. Although it was the spiritual power, the power still did not dare to be underestimated 。

In an instant, the two claws tore violently, and scattered the orange flame that had just converged, and saw the real fire emitting the burning feeling, gradually disappeared until it disappeared.

The young scar who squeezed a chip didn't show a proud look this time. The cold wood ruler is not an ordinary magic weapon. If it's not self-cultivation, the power it radiates is not so simple. A good magic weapon depends on who uses it.

"It's a shame if you show it." Previously, Zhao Jiuge refuted Zhao Jiuge for his carelessness, which made him a little embarrassed. This time, he did not play cat and mouse at all, but directly damaged him. His dark eyes appeared fiercely, and the sense of oppression in the air did not diminish at all, and he was going to go towards Zhao Jiuge fiercely.

The cold wind is desolate. It seems that if the knife is twisted, Zhao Jiuge's face is hurt by this.

Looking at the dark purple gold real fire gourd in his hand, he sighed helplessly. The only magic weapon in his hand seems to be damaged. It can't be used for the time being. The grade difference of the magic weapon is too far. Even if the scar youth can't play out one tenth of the power of the cold wood ruler, it seems quite easy to deal with the purple gold real fire gourd in his hand I have a killer's mace. The purple gold real fire gourd in my hand is just to buy time for myself.

And now, I am finally ready!

The wind and frost all over the sky rolled up and was close at hand, but Zhao Jiuge's eyes looked at the wind and frost that was getting closer and closer. Instead, Zhao Jiuge's eyes burst out with a fierce color of not accepting defeat, just like a proud lone wolf, which is still dazzling when separated from the wolves.

When this proud lone wolf meets a fierce beast, which one is stronger or weaker.

The mysterious fingerprints were waving and shaking in front of his chest. With the complex fingerprints forming, they brought up viscous waves like water waves, rippling in front of Zhao Jiuge's body. The languid breath was like the recovery of all things, and the sprouts sprouted and glowed with new brilliance.

The Sanskrit Heart Sutra skills in the body quickly flow through the meridians. Regardless of the exhaustion of spiritual power, the Golden Dragon in the elixir field has already opened its eyes and is ready to move. After nourishment and cultivation of spiritual power, every inch of the dragon scale on the golden pattern dragon becomes clearer and more vivid. But this time, the Golden Dragon in the elixir field is no longer one, but two!The two golden dragons are relative to each other, with sharp claws stroking back and forth.

It was only yesterday that Zhao Jiuge remembered that he could cultivate the second golden dragon by transforming his spiritual realm. He held the idea of trying, but he finally practiced it. This is the reason why Zhao Jiuge came so late this morning.

When he broke through to hualingjing, he ran into a gambling fight between Xiao's family in Dongyang City. He was chased and killed all the way. He finally ran into a vicious enemy in Luan Fen gang. Finally, Zhao Jiuge met Su Su Su until he reached Xuantian Jianmen. Zhao Jiuge did not practice solemnly and peacefully, so this matter has been delayed.

Until last night, Zhao Jiuge was lucky enough to practice and was used as a killer's mace. No matter how young he saw the scar, Zhao Jiuge's face was flat and not surprised, because the assurance in his heart came from the Sanskrit holy body which he had been relying on.

When Zhao Jiuge's momentum reached the peak, the corner of his blue sword robe kept making noises. The people outside the venue were not only silent, staring at each other, but also afraid to breathe heavily. It seemed that they were afraid to disturb the two people above. Who could have thought that a simple duel between two novices who had just entered the spiritual realm could make such a big difference Movement, momentum and power make the old disciples of the outer gate blush. No matter who wins or loses today, there is no limit to the future.

When the three coaches looked at each other, they all saw the shock of each other. Even the Yellow robed Wu Tianshan and the cold and beautiful woman with red flying sword were surprised. They looked at the movement and stillness of Zhao Jiuge at this time. It was not like a little guy in the middle of the spiritual realm could do it.

Boom.

Finally, two waves echoed through the Xuantian peak, accompanied by bursts of dragon chant. Two golden dragon with golden stripes appeared in the sky in the awe of the public. The sound of dragon chant seemed to be full of cheering sound. The two golden dragons were much better than the cold dragon with wind and frost magic power.

"Ha ha, I'm not as good as you, but I'll break you by my usage." Zhao Jiuge smiles with confidence on his face. The corner of his mouth is covered with dry blood. With Zhao Jiuge's words falling, two golden dragons circling in the sky move. This Sanskrit holy body can not only be defended, but also attacked!

The two golden dragons swooped down toward the sky with their heads raised. When they rose to a certain extent, the two golden and bright dragons crossed and circled each other, just like two dragons playing with pearls. The roaring sound of dragons and the roaring wind cater to each other, just like the note of life-threatening.

After finishing all this, Zhao Jiuge, who had just returned to the light like light, was forced to endure the pain on his face, his face was slightly wrinkled, and his face was flushed. His spiritual power in his body had been completely exhausted. If this blow could not defeat the scarred teenager, he would have accepted his fate. By then, he would have no strength to bind a chicken, and he would surely be defeated.

Looking at Jingtian's attack, scar boy's expression is dull and dull, and then the corners of his mouth show bitterness. This countryman, who has always looked down upon in his heart, brings a sense of shock to himself. This time, even he has a feeling of powerlessness that is hard to resist. The cold wooden ruler has already been his bottom card, and now he can only use the last card in his hand to deal with Zhao Jiu It's a duel.

After a long breath of sullen air, the last bit of decadence on his face dissipated, and then he was replaced by a strong sense of war. When was he sent to Nanman forest for training, when was he timid! In the face of difficulties and dangers, when did his mind have a ripple.

"Cold wood two volumes of wind and frost." A roar, with a resolute momentum, the wind and frost all over the sky was more fierce than that time. The cold wind and frost made the sight on the stage a little blurred. This is the greatest power that can be sent out by using the cold wood ruler. This blow also drained his spiritual power, and his face was pale.

However, seeing Zhao Jiuge's dispirited appearance on the opposite side is not much better than that of himself. The two men at the same time make a final move to determine the victory and defeat, and have a showdown. On the stone platform, two people standing on each other, floating in the middle of the wind and frost, two people cold mutual forget one eye, and then the next moment of sight is covered by the wind and frost all over the sky.

Although the wind and frost blocked the sight, it did not affect the passion of the whole audience. Finally, after a long time of competition, the winner and the loser were separated. In the exciting expression of the people, they collided together!