Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

The eight sceneries at this moment are like a hunting wolf king.

Alone and cruel.

Shocked by Ba Jing's aura, Ling Yun didn't change his face, but provocatively said: "Of course I will be careful, but Eighth Elder, pay more attention to yourself, as you get older, you will inevitably become confused."

Ling Yun's mouth is unforgiving, but his palms are actually sweaty.

It's just that when the two armies are facing each other, morale comes first.

Losers can't lose, so they pretend to be strong.

"Ling Jiang's army is still so domineering, but the two armies are facing each other, this momentum is indeed a good thing, let our subordinates see the truth."

"Right on my mind!"

Ling Yun dashed forward with a stride, his silver spear was like a dragon, and he was in front of Ba Jing in an instant.

The tip of the gun flickered with a silver glow, and it had injected ten success powers into him!

To make a move is to go all out!
"What kind of powerful cultivation is this? Such concentrated spiritual power is no match for General Li!"

"There are rumors that Ling Jiang's army is not as good as General Li. Looking at it now, it is pure nonsense. The power of this spear alone is not inferior to General Li's sword and shield attack!"

As soon as he made a move, he stunned the audience.

The real strength can be seen clearly by anyone with eyes.

But who would have guessed.

On the stage, a strange scene happened.

Ling Yun raised his spear and stabbed straight at Ba Jing's heart.

The point of the spear pierced through the chest.

But it's not just the gun that passes through the chest.

There are also people from Lingyun.

Without encountering any obstacles, Ling Yun passed through Bajing's body with his whole body!

"What's going on here?" Ling Yun turned his head, staring blankly at Ba Jing's back, "Wait~no~!"

Ling Yun suddenly roared, put his head in his hands, struggled for a moment, then fell to the ground.

"Ling Jiangjun! What's wrong with you?"

An incomprehensible scene appeared.

Under the stage instant fryer.

Worried, sad, puzzled... Countless emotions are chaotic.

And the one who worried most was Li Xiang'er, who was holding her chest with her hands and couldn't even breathe smoothly.

Xu Li, who was beside her, moved her hands and combed her meridians with spiritual power, only then did she calm down.

Ye Fan looked solemn, and murmured: "The Eight Scenes use the method of mind demons! But how can a human being use the skills of the demon race? It's like a human being, how can he grow a lion's mouth to bite people?" ?”

"Demons? Heart demons?" Hu Mo's face was also heavy, "Even if it is a heart demon, it is absolutely impossible to curse and kill Ling Jiang's army in a short time, unless the devil will come in person!"

"Could it be..." A terrible conjecture suddenly appeared in Ye Fan's mind, "No, it's absolutely impossible!"

"Brother Ye, do you know something? Come and listen." Hu Mo asked anxiously.

Ye Fan shook his head violently, and put aside distracting thoughts: "Now is not the time to talk, quickly send someone up to rescue Ling Yun, or it will be too late!"

……

time flies.

Fortunately, the rescue was timely, and Ling Yun's body was fine.

But what is really troublesome is not the physical injury.

But his heart.

I don't know what method Bajing used. Ling Yun is unconscious now, his brows are furrowed from beginning to end, and his teeth are clenched. He doesn't know what kind of tribulations he has experienced in his inner dream.

"I'm going to find Bajing." Li Xiang'er, who had been frowning at the side of the sick bed, got up suddenly and went out.

"Don't be impulsive! The Eight Scenes are coming so fiercely that even the general of a country dares to harm you. If you go, you will only die." Xu Li wanted to hold her back, but she was thrown away, and said anxiously, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you grab her?"

Ye Fan raised his hand to create an enchantment, which was the God-Bound Soul-Locking Formation.

With his current cultivation base and countless experience collected, he conveniently lit up the first layer of the way of the soul - the mirror of the soul of the soul.

The God-binding and soul-locking array he used could really lock the gods!Even if the true god descends to earth, he still has the power to bind him.

Not to mention Li Xianger.

But even so, he was not sure that he could defeat Bajing.

The strength of Bajing seems to have risen to another dimension.

For the current plan, only by waiting for the colonel to continue, collect more experience, and fully learn the method of becoming a god, can there be any hope of winning.

As for the method of becoming a god...

That's the Sun Moon Magic Art!
So, is the Sun Moon Demon Nest an enemy or a friend?Song Yuyan captured Ren Xi, and why?
"Ye Fan, let me go! It's not your mother-in-law who is in doubt about life and death, of course you can hang on high!"

Li Xianger swears directly.

Ye Fan was indifferent, and only said coldly: "If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move."

Then turned away.

……

Arena.

It is still eight to four.

Hu Qingxue turned to Tu Shan slowly.

Since it is a sect civil war, it doesn't make much sense who loses or wins between the two.

However, in order to allow the stronger ones to advance and increase their chances of winning the championship, they still plan to have a showdown.

Of course, the strength of the two has also improved. With Ye Fan's passive sharing and blessing, their cultivation bases have stepped into the realm of Baihui.

However, the means of attack have not changed.

Three-knife style against Tai Chi kicks.

The two beauties confronted each other, and all the men in the audience feasted their eyes again.

It's just that the two women moved too fast, and they really couldn't see anything.

In the end, Fox Qingxue won.

Because the audience couldn't see the process clearly, Ye Fan didn't gain much experience.

Fortunately, as long as he is present, everyone has experience bonuses.

So there are still many people who have gained a little bit, and Ye Fan has also gained some experience.

However, this little experience is really not enough to cultivate the Sun Moon Magic Art.

"It seems that if you want to fully cultivate the Sun Moon Magic Art, you have to wait until the final."

Ye Fan clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.

Although the heart is unwilling, there is no other way.

……

The next day.

Semi-finals.

Four into two.

"Miss Qingxue, today your opponent is Bajing. I suggest that you abstain directly, so that the green hills will be left without worrying about no firewood. If you are in danger, Hu Mo will not let me go."

Knowing today's game number, Ye Fan approached Hu Qingxue and said seriously.

Even if you do this, you will lose a lot of the audience's enlightenment experience.

But for this little experience to make his compatriots take their lives to make jokes, he is not worthy of being a human being.

"Brother Ye, don't look down on me, am I a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

Why are you as brainless as your brother?Am I looking down on you?I am worried about you!
Forget it, if you don't listen to what you say, tie it up, I don't have time to talk nonsense now, I have to participate in the competition!

Raise your hand to play Bound God Lock Soul.

Ye Fan left directly.

Hu Qingxue was left to curse wildly in the formation, while Hu Mo, with a grateful expression on his face, practiced cross-legged beside Hu Qingxue.

For the final battle, he must quickly increase his strength.

At the same time, he also knew that the improvement of his cultivation base would also benefit Ye Fan.

So now, the practice of the whole people is the best policy.

Seeing Hu Mo sitting cross-legged quietly, seizing all the time to improve, Hu Qingxue in the God Locking Formation was also moved, and also sat down cross-legged, quietly comprehending the mysteries of the Dao.

……

On the field, Ye Fan hurried onto the stage.

Take a deep breath and calm your mind.

Facing the current situation, his heart will inevitably fluctuate.

After calming down, he remembered today's opponent. ——True Fire Lord!
On the opposite side, Zhenhuo Tianjun in a red robe was staring at Ye Fan with red eyes full of blood, as if Ye Fan had done something to his ancestors.