Feng Lian turned into a red and black sword and stopped there. The tip of the sword kept rippling around. In front of it, it wanted to become a pool, rippling around and spreading everywhere, and everything was smashed to pieces.
Bai Ye is trying to analyze the red and black swords. The arrangement of the red and black swords is much more profound than Luo’s heavy armor. Although he can see clearly, he doesn’t have much time to analyze it. Just when he is at a loss, his mind flashes, and then the spirit ball trembles. It was clear that the world scene disappeared and the spirit ball disappeared. Then there were light spots. These light spots were not flying dust but the aura of the world.
Not long ago, the experience of observing flying dust in the treasure house of red-line leeches made white leaves white. Flying dust is composed of layers of tiny structures, and everything in the world tastes bad, doesn’t it? But he never thought deeply. Now that I think about it, I’m really lazy.
But it doesn’t matter. Another thing is that he controls the spirit ball and abandons everything. Look at the aura that is all over the world. It is a truth that small light spots appear white and white. Every tiny structure of flying dust is equal. That is because flying dust is made by refining, but this aura is naturally generated. Each particle is not equal, strong and weak. The light spots that appear first in the spirit ball are naturally those strong aura particles.
There are more and more light spots in the dark spirit sphere, and suddenly the white leaves stop to keep these light spots and observe their movements.
These light spots are like fireflies swimming in the dark, gathering together, floating around at will, like neat troops, scattered soldiers, and soon Bai Ye grasped the key. When he looked at those light spots, he gathered and scattered, and his heart rejoiced. If he thought it was right, these places should be law nodes!
Although Baiye can see through everything at ordinary times, it is always full of aura around him. If he looks too thoroughly, aura will affect his observation place like smoke. He deliberately abandons aura or observes the general trend of aura. Now he sees the whole world trend from a small part of aura by abandoning everything.
The spirit ball is another tremor. The original image of abandoning all things gradually emerged. Observing those aura particles, the instantaneous white leaves gradually coincided with each other, locking the points of the red and black swords.
At the same time, those strange clouds in heaven and earth twisted into many swords, all of which, without exception, pointed their tips at the white leaves lying on the ground.
Both sides have prepared for the previous silence. At that moment, for the first time, all swords were stabbed at the same time, and the red and black swords were also stabbed at the same time.
"Boom …"
The sound of smoke and dust filled the world, and swords were constantly generated and stabbed, as if it had rained. Soon the world suddenly brightened up and the original peace was restored after the rain.
The place where Baiye stayed has become a big pit, with Baiye body and an independent support column. Those swords disappeared after the attack, leaving potholes at the bottom of the pit as if rain had hit the sand.
Baiye didn’t lie there like before. He was half kneeling there. He was covered in blood. The white robe had long since disappeared, and his head had become extremely messy.
With his eyes closed, his hands were holding the sharp sword of Lin wood blade, and the sharp sword of red and black balanced the sharp sword of Lin wood blade, but it was intact.
It was quiet for a while, and the red and black swords shook and slowly retreated. The light of the blade flashed like something was broken, and there was a buzz, then a quiver, and Feng Lianjian parted.
At this time, Feng Lian was also very depressed in some awkward expressions. Just now, the last blow hurt him badly, but he was still laughing and said, "It’s not simple. Even a waste in the White House can hurt me into such a wood blade. If you are Xianbing, my sword and I may be cut off by you …"
Feng Lian looked around and laughed. "Yes, we had a good battle and I finished it!"
Baiye opened his eyes and hung his hands. Lin wood blade also fell aside. Just now, resisting Wan Jian’s attack had left him with strength to blink. If it weren’t for flying dust, he might have died in an instant in Wan Jian.
Feng Lian turned shuriken’s sword into a halo around his neck and turned it into a necklace. This necklace is much smaller than before. He looked at Baiye and said, "Let me tell you one thing, we are not in person. Now we have 20% physical skills. I am looking forward to a real battle in the celestial world in the future. I hope you can live well and become stronger, otherwise it will be boring!"
Baiye looked at Feng Lian. Now he can see the ball with his eyes, and it has become blurred. Suddenly, he saw that there had been no movement. The man named Junyao moved.
After two battles, all the places that can be seen around here have been terrible. Only Jun Yao’s tall stone is intact, as if nothing had been born. He has been sitting on the stone and looking up at the sky, looking comfortable and speechless.
Jun Yao was wearing a brocade robe with no dust on his face, and there was no pattern. He had a simple light yellow color. shuriken was very long, almost as tall as him. He took a sword in his left hand and gently fell behind Feng Lian, slowly passing by Feng Lian.
Feng Lian’s face was a wry smile, and then several lights suddenly appeared in the whole body. Feng Lian was smashed by several firm but gentle moments and walked over to Jun Yao as if nothing had been born. Baiye didn’t see him start work.
Jun Yao didn’t say anything, but simply stretched out without holding a sword. His right hand, middle finger and thumb were locked together, and he felt a white leaf. Now he has been pierced by a lightsaber, and his previous arrangement in the whole body has not played the slightest role in protection.
Section 111 Giving battle
Previous protection has consumed a lot in Feng Lian’s battle, but it is also composed of flying dust, but it failed to stop Jun Yao from playing a single shot.
The body almost collapsed and Bai Yegen couldn’t respond. He didn’t know how to win a forbidden body in the first two games. It was amazing that he could do these things.
"Things are good things, but you can’t!" Junyao said in a very flat voice that his voice was very pleasant, as if there was a fascinating feeling in the valley and the spring.
Baiye knows that he must be white, and he is flying dust. According to Feng Lian, they are not really here, but only 20% of their skills. Although they are not white, they can’t see through themselves, but he already knows that these three people are stronger than they think and there are more powerful forces behind them.
"What? Who did the White House mess with? Why don’t you look for the White House in the celestial world instead of looking for such a loser like me? "
Baiye doesn’t know if Jun Yao can hear his own words. He can hardly hear this throat creep himself.
Jun Yao didn’t seem to mean to talk again. He pointed his sword forward and immediately struck a firm but gentle face.
Unlike Feng Lianhong’s black sword, the red and black sword has the nature of magic weapon, and the tricks released also have the traces of magic. However, Jun Yaojian is a pure sword, and there is no aura. The wave part is extreme, cold and can’t be shocked by anything!
Baiye feels as if every aura particle around him is going to dismember himself. Ten thousand pieces of Jun Yao’s firm but gentle shock wave has assimilated all the substances around him, and everything except Baiye is hostile to him.
However, Baiye became no longer anxious and afraid at this time. This situation seems to be the same as when he took Xiaoqing to the South China Sea to find the red-line leeches. There was a faint comfort in his heart, which gradually restored his mood in this extremely dangerous situation.
Opposite Jun Yao, with a wave of his sword, instantly twisted, and the whole world trembled. A few firm but gentle waves flocked to the white leaves, and thick blood fog floated up.
Suddenly, Jun Yao’s face smiled. He kept his sword on his chest and actually read the immortal spell in his mouth!
In this strange place, Jun Yao’s firm but gentle suddenly stopped, and then by the appearance of several light spots, it instantly swallowed those firm but gentle heavens and the earth as if they were filled with fog, and the original clarity was restored.
White leaves got up, and the blood fog around the body suddenly contracted and returned to his body. At this time, white leaves were a little weird. His left hand was holding Lin wood blade, and his right hand was filled with a pale yellow smoke.