Supreme Medicinal God

The monk Wuxin held the devil's pestle in one hand, combined with his hand, and meditation on the Diamond Sutra, a golden streamer flashed on his body, and a faint aroma of fire filled the surrounding.

Ye Feng, who was watching from a distance, looked awe-inspiring, and the monk actually used the incense to bless his internal strength as soon as he came up. He really wanted to kill.

Jiang Yixue looked around curiously: "Who is burning incense, where is the fragrance?" Ye Feng was anxious in her heart, and she had reached a critical moment. She was still indifferent and reminded Jiang Yixue: "Be careful, that fragrance is that he is gathering Incense willingness. You quickly increase your internal strength and get rid of the suppression of incense wishing, otherwise your emotions will be affected and you can’t resist."

Incense willingness?Suppress yourself so that you can't resist?

Jiang Yixue didn't believe it. Suddenly, she felt like she was raising a vast mountain in front of her. There was an inexplicable pressure that made her breathless and people became confused. There was really a desire to give up all resistance .

Fortunately, I heard Ye Feng's reminder, the body's internal force surged, and the natal Gu at the wrist realized that the owner was threatened and woke up from a dormant state.

A ray of internal force, rising from Dan Tian, ​​made her gradually confused mind clear.

Seeing Jiang Yixue's eyes become dull, Wu Xin monk sneered in the corner of his mouth, knowing that it had been suppressed by the incense, and it was the best time to kill her in one fell swoop.

He feels that his body is really expanding, and the incense is willing to bless, so that his internal force will be raised to at least the level of the early stage. He raised the landing pestle high, sandwiching the power of the mountains and falling into the sea, and hit Jiang Yixue.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry little sister, who made you the girlfriend of Ye Feng, don't blame me after you die, blame your boyfriend if you want to blame, I want to avenge my brother."

There was a burst of exclamation outside the ring. My sisters Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er worried about Jiang Yixue. Jiang Yuxin shouted, "Sister, be careful."

Jiang Yixue tried his best to calm himself, retreated sharply, and came out from the pressure of Wan Jun, making Wuxin monk smashing a void.

The demonic pestle hit the ring, blasted, and hit a string of Mars, smashing the ring made of stainless steel into a recess.

Monk Wu Xin was numb with both hands, he was secretly surprised, his incense willingly, obviously suppressed Jiang Yixue's consciousness, did not expect that she would retreat at the last moment.

He sneered, it seems that this girl has two shots, can not kill you quickly, so you die under my eighteen way down the magic pestle.

He danced Jiangmo Xue into a light curtain and wrapped Jiang Yixue in it, but he was surprised to find that Jiangmo Xue was about to hit Jiang Yixue, but Jiang Yixue always flashed away first.

Jiang Yixue's smoke rain sword technique that Ye Feng taught himself in his mind quickly flashed over again, looking for a way to deal with the Eighteen Ways.

In her eyes, the monk's weapon was very powerful, but unfortunately the movement was a bit slow, and if it was faster, it would hit himself.

She even naively wondered if the monk could not bear to hurt herself and deliberately slowed down?

The Wuxin monk didn't want to hurt her, but Jiang Yixue soaked the ground elixir, reborn, and improved the sensitivity of the body and senses. There was an illusion that the Wuxin monk deliberately slowed down.

The first style of smoke rain swordsmanship, the breeze and drizzle, the second type of Jiangnan drizzle...

Jiang Yixue held the flying sword in an elegant and moving posture, and tapped her wrist as if it were a celestial lady. The flying sword danced with seven or eight sword flowers.

The Yanyu swordsmanship is a swordsmanship created by the mysterious man Wuye. Ye Feng only taught some of the simple swordsmanship to Jiang Yixue. Its changes are unpredictable, strong in strength, and infinite in strength.

On the surface, the sword light is indifferent, just like the rain on the street, the breeze is blowing, with a little lingering spring, but when the monk Wu Xin shows the murderous intention and is pressing hard, the drizzle flying in the sky suddenly changes. It became a sky full of cold mountains, and the anti-Wu Xin monk was wrapped in it.

He, he, he, a dazzling sword flashed over, and Wuxin monk held the demolished pestle in half and stood on the ring platform.

But his demonic pestle was cast by Wannian Cold Iron. The Puneng sword will only leave a shallow trace on it, and it will not be cut at all.

The small sword in Jiang Yixue's hands not only cut off his demonic pestle, but also cut out a bloody, earthworm-like sword mark on his strong arms, and he could see the bones of white flowers.

Where did he know that this flying sword, but Ye Feng was made of Wannian cold iron and star pattern steel, was extremely sharp, and also injected seven layers of powerful attack formations, which was even more powerful.

Jiang Yixue didn't want to kill her, she was kind-hearted, so the Yanyu swordsmanship showed gentleness, but only stabbed the monk Wuxin, otherwise the sky was full of swords, and it was tightly closed. It is Wuxin monk.

Blood flowed from his arms to the ground, and Wu Xin and Shang Qiang endured the pain, trembling in disbelief and asked: "Smelly girl, what evil swordsmanship did you use, how could this be?"

Seeing that Wu Xin’s monk’s arms were all covered with sword marks, he knew that he was injured. Jiang Yixue couldn’t bear it. Xiu Mei’s eyes had a trace of pity and guilt: “I’m sorry, I just learned this swordsmanship, I don’t know how powerful it is. , I will start tapping next time."

Just learned the swordsmanship, you can seriously hurt yourself, also said that you will start with a lighter next time?It was a shame and a shame. It really killed me. The Wuxin monk was so angry and sore. He screamed, his eyes were black, and he fainted.

The monk at Xuankong Temple watching the battle next to him hurried over, took the hemostasis gold wound medicine, smeared the wounded monk Wuxin, and carried him down the ring with a stretcher.

The top of the entire Huashan Mountain was silent. No one expected that Jiang Yixue could use the sword to reinvent the Wuxin monk, and even cut the tofu like a devil's pestle cast by the ten thousand years of cold iron into two pieces.

Everyone was more awed by Jiang Yixue. Those guys who had always wanted to eat her tofu dispelled their thoughts and felt that it was still safe to stay away from the little girl.

Master Zhi Kong on the rostrum showed a trace of regret. He had great hopes that Wu Xin monk won the first rank of the Xuan class. He did not expect to lose to Jiang Yixue.

Yue Zhuoqun looked at Jiang Yixue on the ring with surprise. He didn't care who hurt him, but he was salivating at the flying sword in Jiang Yixue's hands. This little sword is so powerful. This sword is forged. ?So spiritual, is it also one of the inheritance of naive people?

Even Mr. Mo Da, who had been sitting there for a while, showed no doubt, looked at Jiang Yixue in disbelief. He was not only curious about the flying sword, but also suddenly gave Jiang Yixue a cry of ghosts. The sword is very curious, this swordsmanship seems familiar, but very strange.

Elder Lu reluctantly announced: "Wu Xin monk is defeated, Jiang Yixue wins, Jiang Yixue enters the third round of competition."

(End of this chapter)