The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Get up and practice.

A clear and cold sentence, as if mixed with a biting cold wind.

Obviously this is a hot spring with a hint of warmth, but Yang Jian can't feel the slightest warmth.

The three tricks that he got by chance were indeed left by the local masters, so Fu Dongliu called many peak masters and elders from Pingtian Sword Sect, and he performed those three tricks very carefully.

Not bad at all, the details are fully presented.

Here, this is the cause and effect of these three tricks. He Yang Jian owes nothing to the power of this place, let alone Pingtian Jianmen!

But Fu Dongliu's junior sister in front of him brought her here again. If she asks gently and treats each other kindly, anyway, it doesn't take much effort to do it. He can do it ten times.

But now...

When this extremely beautiful woman threw him to the ground like a sack, the anger in Yang Jian's heart could no longer be suppressed.

He didn't go into a fit because his cultivation level was low, and this woman named Qinglian humiliated him so much, so he couldn't say anything.

But this does not mean that he will bow to this woman's order.

Why?

He has no grievances with her, and the cause and effect of the three moves have been resolved. To put it bluntly, if he hadn't realized these three moves with the help of eight or nine profound arts, everyone in Pingtian Sword Sect would not have obtained them!

Therefore, Yang Jian stood up from the ground, swept the dust off his clothes, and looked at the beauty standing on the rock without saying a word.

Although she has a peerless face and a cold fairy bone, so what?

Yang Jian didn't say a word, just looked at the other party like this, he had already made up his mind, even if this fairy used cultivation as coercion next, he wouldn't have to bow his head and show timidity here.

It's a big deal to fight to the death, anyway, I still have the jade talisman left by my master!

Practice. Qing Lian's eyes showed some coldness.

Yang Jian sneered, just stood there, but quietly operated the Xuan Gong, must condense his strength in one punch.

He was already ready to make a move, although he knew in his heart that his strength was far from that of this cold fairy...

Qing Lian frowned, swept her hand casually, and a remarkable force swayed from her plain hand.

Yang Jian punched at the same time, and punched the air in front of him. This punch, which should have been hit in vain, erupted with the sound of a hammer hitting the mountain wall.

boom!

Yang Jian took two steps back, and Qing Lian's wonderful eyes flashed a little surprise, but then he recovered his boundless coldness.

Qinglian snorted coldly, the hot spring behind her was almost frozen, and two ice cones seemed to bloom in her eyes, which made Yang Jian's forehead tingle.

Practice or die.

Dead? Yang Jian laughed suddenly, a little abruptly, full of anger.

He pointed at Qing Lian, gritted his teeth and cursed: Why do you determine my life and death?

Qing Lian closed his eyes, and suddenly flew up, three thousand black hairs swept, and in an instant, sword shadows overflowed from the ends of those hairs.

Thousands of Ice Soul Swords rushed towards Yang Jian covering the sky and covering the sun!

Yang Jian, however, was fearless, and shot with anger, his fists kept hitting the sword shadows that were attacking all over the sky, but his body movements were much, much slower than the sword shadows!

Whoosh! Whizzing!

The sound of clothes being torn continued to be heard, and Jian Ying was stained with blood!

The cold sword shadow was shattered under Yang Jian's punch, but the remaining sword shadows flew across quickly, leaving one after another small scars all over Yang Jian's body.

When Qing Lian landed on the stone again, she shook her bare hands lightly, and the thousands of ice soul sword shadows quietly disappeared, turning into vitality and turning around her body.

However, Yang Jian had already knelt on the ground with one knee, and there were hundreds of scars all over his body that had just pierced his skin.

There was no time for the blood to flow out, and the wound had already healed. This was Yang Jian's own self-healing power.

Qing Lian said coldly: Just rely on me, I am better than you.

Indeed, if you are strong, you can order the weak at will. This is a rule that can be used anywhere.

Yang Jian's voice returned to calm at this time. He stood up slowly, and was slightly shocked, and white smoke appeared on his body.

It was the sword energy left by the ice soul sword shadow cutting the body just now, and it was directly scattered by Yang Jian at this time.

If I am strong enough to make you bow your head here today and make you a slave, you can't say anything, right? Yang Jian raised his head slowly, with an astonishing light in his eyes.

Qinglian didn't care at all, nodded lightly, and said a word: Practice.

Yang Jian didn't say anything, wiped off some blood on his body, took off his short shirt, took a Taoist robe that he often wore on Yuquan Mountain with his fingers, and slowly put it on.

Then, looking at Qinglian, he said calmly: No practice.

You think I really dare not kill you? Qing Lian frowned slightly.

Only death.

Yang Jian took a deep breath, and began to run the Eighty-Nine Mysterious Art crazily, If you die, you will die, and you will not surrender!

You are so unyielding, let me see how hard your bones are!

There was a look in Qinglian's eyes that Yang Jian couldn't understand, it was clearly hatred, pain, and a kind of madness.

He just came to this big world not long ago, and he has definitely never provoked this beautiful crazy woman!

The ghost knows why she is so hard to push!

But it's not his character to sit and wait for death. Knowing that he can't beat him, Yang Jian is still fighting hard at this moment.

The figure rushes to the left!

Yang Jian swooped aside without any fancy, and the moment his body rolled down, he had already grabbed two pebble-sized stones.

The sword shadow rises again, this time there are only seven frost sword shadows!

But Yang Jian threw his arms violently, and the two stones caused a huge sound of breaking through the air, like two black lights hitting Qinglian!

Qing Lian's figure flew straight into the sky, and those two black lights flew past her feet, even smashing a sword shadow formed by spiritual energy!

Yang Jian's throwing power went so far!

The sword light moved, directly slashing towards Yang Jian's limbs, but did not lock on Yang Jian's heart and lungs.

Yang Jian took the opportunity to back up directly, leaving two big holes in two steps, and his speed exploded to the extreme!

The six sword shadows were behind him, and one even chopped off a strand of his long hair, but he charged forward without turning his head!

snort!

Qing Lian was already annoyed when he missed a hit, and there were sword shadows floating out behind him.

The sword shadow is soaring!

Yang Jian didn't run randomly, he rushed into a pile of rocks.

The waist is like a central axis, and the feet are on the mountain!

With the power of turning around, Yang Jian directly kicked two boulders as tall as a person, and headed towards Qinglian in the sky!

The sword shadow flew like a gust of wind and rain, directly hitting the two boulders, and there was a burst of explosions, and the two boulders were blown into powder little by little!

At this moment!

call! call! call!

Stones burst into the air one after another, carrying a force of ten thousand catties, and smashed fiercely at Qinglian!

And Yang Jian jumped up behind the dozen or so flying stones!

Pingtian Sword Gate!

Yang Jian roared!

A horse appeared in the sky! Thunder under the moon!

The twenty or thirty people meditating in the temple suddenly woke up!

Although there was something strange in the world, Fairy Qinglian's complexion did not change at all. With a sweep of her hand, her extraordinary vitality turned into a big hand that covered the sky, and directly shot the dozen or so flying stones and Yang Jian into the air instantly!

Directly suppress people with cultivation base, without those gaudy sword shadows!

The art of body cultivation, tempering oneself, borrowing the power of heaven and earth to open up the treasures of one's own body, this is the path Yang Jian has taken.

The method of the primordial spirit, using the primordial spirit to communicate with the heavens and the earth, seize the essence of the heavens and the earth to strengthen one's own power, and you will have the power of the heavens and the earth with a wave of your hands and feet! This is Qinglian, the path taken by almost all the spirits of practice in this era!

There may be no difference between the two, but there is a difference between the inside and the outside!

At this time, Yang Jian only has eight or nine profound arts and a little martial arts, and the three moves he has learned today have not yet been used by himself.

But his opponent is already a fairy with the top cultivation in this small world of secret realm. Although he has not yet cultivated to become a fairy, he is enough to crush Yang Jian at this time!

Yang Jian was blown away by the big hand made of spiritual energy, and his belief in the Bajiu Xuangong did not waver in his heart, because he knew that he just lost in the short practice days.

Don't be afraid to lose! Master didn't dare to fight on the premise that he left a jade talisman, so why should he cultivate? It's enough to cultivate the little cicada honestly!

Who can keep winning?

But if he bowed his head at this point, he would still talk about Changsheng Daluo in the future, and talk about walking alone!

Even if the might of man bows his head, how can the might of Tian stand upright!

Eighty-nine profound arts, eight deaths and nine lives!

boom! Yang Jian slammed on the ground abruptly, and the dozen or so stones also fell down.

A ray of cold light suddenly appeared, but it was Fairy Qinglian who came with a long sword in her hand, as if she really wanted to finish him off.

Qinglian! What are you going to do?

A familiar voice came from the sky, carrying boundless anger! Fairy Qinglian frowned, her figure stopped in mid-air,

Fu Dongliu fell down anxiously, first pointing at his junior sister, his lips trembling and his face turning purple, You! Why are you like this!

I'm like this, so what? Qing Lian casually scattered the ice sword in his hand, and it fell back to the original stone.

Do you know! How much we owe him to Pingtian Jianmen!

Fu Dongliu wished he could slap him, if it were any other junior sister, he must have done so.

But the person in front of him... the person who stood on the bluestone and only gave himself a cold profile...

The whole sect owes her a debt, but he can no longer allow himself to shout at her.

Fu Dongliu smiled miserably, and turned to look at Yang Jian's condition, but Yang Jian just knocked away the dozen or so stones with one punch, and slowly stood up.

Brother Yang... I... Oh! Qinglian! You! You are really crazy!

Fellow Daoist, let's not live today.

Yang Jian clenched his fists, his chest fluctuated a little, but in the end he didn't say much, turned around and walked down the path down the mountain.

Fu Dongliu looked up to the sky and sighed, and suddenly slapped himself hard, with tears in his eyes, but he didn't have any face at all, and went to chase Yang Jian back.

What the hell is going on!

The elders of Zhaixing Peak come quickly! Send Brother Yang down the mountain! If anyone in the secret realm dares to murder his life, I will pay Dong Liusheng to hack them!

After saying that, he looked up to the sky and screamed, the roar was full of grief and indignation.

snort!

Qinglian snorted coldly, watching the back of Yang Jian leaving alone.

With one palm of his own 50% cultivation, he was injured, clutching his chest, and walked very slowly.

In the moonlight, his back was so stubborn at this moment.