Power Fantasy

Chapter 142
The fierce battle between the two elders became more and more fierce, and the disciples didn't know why, so they still waited far away.

"Elder Yin, we have been deceived by that little girl, why don't we stop and question this kid together?"

"Hehe, Elder Xuan, I'm afraid you will be willing to silence this kid together."

"Why don't you believe me"

"Stop talking nonsense, you and I have been fighting for so many years, isn't it just to overwhelm me and take over as the leader?"

"That's right, but it's just about being competitive, don't do conspiracies and tricks, don't do things like Mo Lianzhu."

"It's a joke, the leader cut off the Mo Lianzhu. If I can't get it, don't even try to get it. I'll tell the leader when I get out, and let the leader decide." Elder Yin threatened.

Originally, the two of them withdrew everyone from the Xuan Yu League just to share the secret of Mo Lian Zhu so that the leader would not know.

But now Elder Yin can't get it, so no wonder he wants to let the leader know.

"You can do whatever you want, anyway, I really didn't get any news"

"Then you have to ask the leader if he believes it!"

Leader Xuanyu has always been suspicious and cruel, if Elder Yin told him, there would be no chance of death.

The two people quarreled more and more fiercely, and it really became life and death.

Xuan Jingli didn't care that the current situation was out of control, pointing at Yi Zhe and ordered all the disciples, "Uncle Master has an order, kill this kid!"

Will the last peace of holding Tian Zhen be broken?

If it wasn't for Xuan Jingli, how could Tian Zhen die tragically.

In response, more than a dozen disciples approached Yizhe holding the pipa and carrying the qin on their backs.

Among them, there are many masters who are on the same level as Xuan Jingli.

"Chiyuhong, I think you are an ally, you'd better not get involved in this matter." Xuan Jingli pushed Chiyuhong away and put two disciples in charge.

Bypassing Chiyuhong, Yizhe was only a few steps away.

He didn't move.

Xuan Jingli only thought that this kid wanted to die, so he picked up his pipa, jumped one step, and smashed him down with his head covered. This blow had to make his brains splatter.

At this time Yizhe was kneeling on the ground, Tian Zhen was lying in his arms, pillowing his right hand.

Yizhe didn't even look at it, he just waved his left hand, stretched his five fingers and then sent them outward.

A blast of black air like a gust of wind rolled up the sand and gravel all over the sky, and it was like an ancient black gold knife drawn out of one's hand.

It passes through the shape, penetrates the body, and is ecstasy.

Xuan Jingli's body flew halfway, and the impact was like hitting an iron plate in the air, rebounding and falling to the ground.

The heart and lungs are scorching like karmic fire, and the vitality is passing away.

If aging is like a rose leaving the soil, it gradually withers in a delicate package.

The current Xuan Jingli is like spring tea in a frying pan, it loses moisture quickly.

He curled up in pain for a while and then lost his life.

If it weren't for seeing Yizhe's lack of response, according to Xuanjingli's character, he wouldn't be the first to go up.

Xuan Jingli was dead, everyone coughed loudly, dumbstruck, and were hesitating whether to continue.

But now it's not up to them to choose.

Yizhe regards everyone as nothing, including Zhao Luozhu.

He gently hugged Tian Zhen, walked to a flat place, and let her sit and lean against the tree trunk.

He gently smoothed her hair, slid his hand gently over his face, and said softly, "Please forgive me, I will come back to accompany you later"

Then he suddenly turned around.

His expression was lonely, full of hostility.

Everyone felt that it was not an exaggeration to say that they were facing a devil.

"Feel the wrath of losing a loved one!"

Yizhe's speed was extremely fast, and with the blessing of Bi Yougong, he reached everyone's side in just one step.

There is no purple and black air in the palm of the hand, even a master can only do two moves under his hands.

It was nothing more than breaking the instrument with one palm and hitting the chest with the other.

The devil is in the world, screaming endlessly.

"Did you hear, these bad guys are paying for your life!"

The two people holding Chiyuhong were silent like cicadas, fighting with each other, waiting to let go of Chiyuhong and flee for their lives.

Yizhe stood in front of the two with just one step, and knocked them flying with his left and right palms.

The anxious pain from the inside out is expressed through distorted facial features.

Within half a stick of incense, the entire Xuanyu League was wiped out except for the two elders and Chiyuhong.

In fact, in the Xuanyu League, only Chiyuhong was left as a member of the Chiyumen. On the surface, the Xuanyinmen formed an alliance with the Chiyumen, but in fact the members of the Chiyumen were always outsiders.

Taking this opportunity of the forest battle, it was just a good time to cleanse the sect.

So it can also be said that Yizhe has no wronged souls.

These experience points allowed Yizhe to advance to another level. This time, because he had attributes, he could add some points to the natural force. He would automatically add points to the natural force with a thought.

The two elders, Xuanyin, didn't pay attention for a while, they didn't expect such a change, how dare they believe that the Yizhe in front of them is so powerful.

The two elders had no choice but to join forces and attack Yizhe from left to right.

At first, the two just wanted to subdue Yizhe, after all, Mo Lianzhu's secret was still with him.

But after taking two rounds, I realized that I was thinking too much, and it would be more reliable to kill Yizhe.

Yi Zhe's speed is extremely fast, and his palms are compelling. The skills of the two are above the rhythm, but they are not good at short palms.

Naturally, we won't stick to fighting techniques when it comes to strength crushing, but now that we feel that our strengths are equal, we can't take over the physical fighting techniques and can only rely on our own skills.

Uniforms are impossible to subdue.

The current enemy, Elder Xuan and Elder Yin put aside their previous suspicions and cooperated.

The two people spun around, like a beautiful dance, flew two feet away and landed at the place where the piano was played just five or six feet away.

Each of them put their hands on the piano.

This is their strength.

The two cooperated with each other tacitly, lightly hugging and slowly twisting and picking again.

Two people and four hands have 20 fingers and 20 sound knives.

Yi Zhe still can't condense out the air wall defense.

But his speed is very fast. In the fighting state, he can easily find a way to avoid every sound knife.

The sound knife cut on the tree, leaving a deep knife mark, but it didn't break.These two are still not good at learning, and the sound knife can't achieve the effect of a master's real knife.

But killing is enough.

But Yizhe is now more like a madman.

Seeing that Yizhe was getting closer and closer to them, the two of them felt extremely nervous. The sound of the piano continued to curl up like flowing water. It was still the 20 sound knives, but under the control of the rhythm, it seemed to come alive, and it was no longer a straight strike.

Yizhe condensed the purple-black energy in his palm, and took the trouble to slap it down with his left and right palms. When all 20 sound knives were silenced, Yizhe was already less than two feet away from the two of them.

The two elders of Xuanyin, one wipes the string and composes the tone, the other pulls the big string to the deepest, and the two let go to vent together.

The wind disturbed the forest, and a pure blue crescent-shaped sound wave spread out and stretched five or six feet wide, whizzing towards Yi Zhe with a piercing frequency.

The power of this sound wave didn't seem strong, and it didn't break when it swept across the trees.

In fact, a smooth wound was left, so that the crown of the tree had not had time to fall down.

Zhao Luozhu was also very frightened by Yizhe in front of him, and was also delighted by his strength, but this sound wave was the technique of Xuanyinmen pressing the bottom of the box, and it was also the strongest blow of the two elders of Xuanyin. Next, there is no root in my heart.

(End of this chapter)