Chapter 568

Xuying is merciless, and the momentum of Mahayana is overwhelming.

In the face of this kind of pressure, Qin Yichen not only did not retreat, but also felt a sense of war in his heart. Qin Yichen suddenly stepped forward, and three empty shadows slowly formed on his head.

As if the essence of the general soul vortex slowly flow, with a strong wind, no sound, but with a kind of people's soul to shake the breath.

That kind of feeling, as if to devour the soul of people, into the eternal darkness.

"Death."

Feel the breath from the soul vortex, his face is very gloomy, and his finger shadow is more concise, just like a sword.

"Go."

Qin Yichen's hands suddenly push, three soul whirlpool move out, fall on the top of the virtual shadow, overbearing crush, to tear the virtual shadow, devour into nothingness.

The soul whirlpool works hard to distort the virtual shadow and directly crush it.

"Boom."

At the same time, the finger shadow also fell down and stabbed into Qin Yichen's eyebrows.

At this moment, Qin Yichen felt pain in his head as if he were struggling. Countless illusions poured in, mixed with huge finger shadows, to penetrate the sea of his soul.

Qin Yichen grits his teeth and knows that he underestimates the power of the soul left by the Mahayana masters. He bites the tip of his tongue. With the pain on the tip of his tongue, he regains consciousness for a while and plays a series of tricks.

The sea of soul the whirlpool of soul surges in an instant, hitting the finger shadow hard.

"Boom."

Qin Yichen knew the roar of the sea, the whirlpool of his soul vibrated and almost broke.

However, the soul vortex of breaking and then standing is extremely tough. It seems that it will be penetrated every time, but it will endure every time.

The shadow of the finger comes again and again. Qin Yichen's consciousness of the sea rises like waves, which will burst at any time.

"Put it out for me."

Qin Yichen roared, eyes whirlpool surging, the power of the soul constantly impact, wear out the shadow.

Finger shadow in the soul vortex training, slowly become dim, until finally, finally disappeared.

"Poof"

Qin Yichen's face turned white and spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt dizzy.

The contest of soul is more dangerous than the contest of aura. If you are not careful, that will be the end of soul extinction.

Qin Yichen was afraid for a while, but he didn't expect that the Mahayana master just left a wisp of spirit, which almost wiped out his soul.

"Qin Yichen, are you ok?" Luo Bing quickly comes forward to help Qin Yichen, and is very worried.

This is a ray of spirit left by the master of Mahayana period, which is enough to crush the soul of the ordinary master of Yuanying period.

Qin Yichen body shook to shake, there are blood tears overflow in the eyes, "I'm ok, go quickly."

At the moment, Qin Yichen doesn't even care about healing, so he urges several people to leave. He already feels that a strong momentum is coming here.

"Go, can you go?"

Rough and crazy voice like thunder rolling in, resounding through the sky, a shadow from the distance several ups and downs, pull up a shadow, instant already feel.

"Mahayana?"

Weng Zixuan's pupils shrank and stepped forward slightly, standing in front of Qin Yichen, looking at the person on guard.

Qin Yichen narrowed his eyes and his head ached. He could only see the blurred figure, which could be identified as the previous virtual shadow.

Qin Yichen secretly scolded bad luck. Before the competition started, he offended a Mahayana period.

Instead of directly looking for Qin Yichen to get in trouble, the visitor first looks at Jiang Yan's injury and finds that Jiang Yan's soul is only damaged. After that, he picks up Qin Yichen and stares at Weng Zixuan.

"It's none of your business. Get out of the way."

The fierce light in the eyes of the comer twinkles, just like a beast that chooses people to eat.

"I am his master. Do you think it has anything to do with me?" Weng Zixuan did not give up.

"Master?"

Each other's eyes a coagulate, show the color of fear, "which clan are you?"

This man is Jiang Bin, the leader of Tianyan Shencheng, an expert in the later period of Mahayana, but he feels a sense of danger from Weng Zixuan.

"We belong to the Murong family." Murong Zi opened her mouth.

"Murong family?" Jiang Bin looked at Murong Zi in surprise, "when did Murong's family have a Mahayana period and such a vicious boy?"

There are several Mahayana masters in a family of two schools and three generations. We all know them. Jiang Bin can be sure that the Murong family has no Mahayana master like Weng Zixuan.

He has never heard of Qin Yichen, a demon who can take jiedan period and almost wipe out his daughter in the infant period.

"Who is cruel? You know in your heart that she attacked Qin Yichen first." Murong purple not angry, this person is too overbearing, do not know the context of the curse.

"Qin Yichen? Are you not from the Murong family? "

Jiang Bin's eyes flashed with care.

If Qin Yichen's surname is Murong, he will be afraid, because if he attacks such a genius, the Murong family will have to fight with him.

But now, it seems that the Murong family valued Qin Yichen's talent and accepted it from the outside. If such a person killed himself, the Murong family might not come out for each other.

And he is completely offended by Qin Yichen. If he doesn't kill Qin Yichen, he will be in endless trouble.

Almost instantaneously, many thoughts flashed through Jiang Bin's mind.

"I don't care who doesn't care. In front of Jiang Bin, big fists are the truth. Now I have big fists, I am the truth."

Gingerbread suddenly shot, offering a purple spear, hair tip cold awn flashing, there is a purple flame beating.

This kind of flame is very strange, not only does not make people feel hot, but also gives a kind of cold breath.

The cold came, the ground soon formed a layer of purple frost, and the purple flames were burning everywhere.

The burning purple smoke is covered with a spear between breathing, making the spear look like purple crystal forging.

"Die for me."

As soon as the opponent makes a move, he does not worry about his awareness of being a Mahayana master, so he does his best.

The purple spear pierces through the void and rushes to Weng Zixuan in a flash. Then it turns strangely and attacks Qin Yichen's chest.

"Mean."

Weng Zixuan was very angry. He didn't expect that the other side was so shameless.

Generally, the younger generation is contradictory, and the elder can't fight. If the younger generation has a fight, the older generation will jump out, and the Xiuzhen world will be finished.

This is the hidden rule between all the families, but Jiang Bin is a direct hand, and a hand mercilessly, also sneak attack.

Weng Zixuan, who had been well prepared, did not expect that the other party would come. In a hurry, she flipped her wrist and grabbed the purple spear with her delicate palm.

"Hiss."

Weng Zixuan's palm fell on the spear, and immediately his palm was scorched by the purple flame. A layer of purple flame spread along Weng Zixuan's wrist.

Weng Zixuan found that her palm had lost consciousness, as if it was not her own, and the aura in her body seemed to stagnate at this moment, and her operation was not smooth.

"Ha ha, you dare to catch my Ziyan gun with your bare hands. You are looking for death." When Jiang Bin saw Weng Zixuan in a hurry, he grabbed Ziyan gun with his hand and couldn't help laughing.

This Ziyan gun was forged by collecting Ziyan crystal stone from strange fire. It not only has strange temperature, but also will be wrapped by fire once touched, and finally turn into ice crystal, which is extremely overbearing.

Weng Zixuan's face changed. Without any hesitation, the real fire in her body swept out and rolled towards Ziyan.

"Hiss, hiss."

The two kinds of flames collided with each other, the heat wave soared into the air, and the hot breath radiated around. Many onlookers could not help retreating.

It's a terrible aftershock for the master of Mahayana to fight.

True fire a, purple inflammation seem to have met incomparably terrible thing general, drew back to purple inflammation gun.

Weng Zixuan breathed a sigh of relief. With the help of zhenhuo, she directly suppressed the effect of Ziyan and restored her freedom of movement.

At the moment of recovering her action ability, Weng Zixuan grabs Ziyan gun's wrist and shakes it violently, and the gun is thrown out by Weng Zixuan.

Ziyan gun sends out the sound of explosion, breaks through the air, and shoots back at Jiang Bin, just like an arrow from the string.

"No way."

Jiang Bin's face changed greatly, Ziyan gun and his heart are interlinked, in the moment of Ziyan being suppressed, he felt the fear of Ziyan gun, as if he met a natural enemy.

Jiang Bin has no time to think about it. At the moment, Ziyan gun is mixed with terrible power. Even if Ziyan gun is his magic weapon, he dare not despise it.

Jiang Bin's palm suddenly pokes out, and the purple flame on his thick palm surges up. He grabs and shakes the purple flame gun, and then takes off Weng Zixuan's strength on the purple flame gun.

"You have dragon blood in your body?"

Put away Ziyan gun, Jiang Bin eyebrows a pick, fear of looking at Weng Zixuan.

Weng Zixuan didn't admit it or deny it. She just stared at each other coldly and took out her best weapon.

It's a big sword. It's forged with dragon blood gold.

Dragon blood gold is said to be the habitat of the dragon. The Dragon occasionally leaches blood and falls on some rocks. As time goes by, it becomes dragon blood gold.

This is a rumor, but the magic weapon forged by dragon blood gold has always been strong, sharp and solid.

Especially when Weng Zixuan held the sword forged by dragon blood gold in her hand, there was a kind of resonance between them, and the rich blood gas surrounded them.

"Is this the best weapon?"

Feeling the breath of dragon blood knife, Jiang Bin's face sank completely.

He didn't understand how his daughter could offend anyone. She had the master of Mahayana, and she had the best weapon.

It's very rare to have the best spirit tools. There is tianyanzong standing behind Tianyan City, but he doesn't have the best spirit tools, but Weng Zixuan has them.

"My friend, I don't think you can bully my daughter with the strength of your Mahayana master. It seems to be a misunderstanding."

When Weng Zixuan took out the dragon blood knife, Jiang Bin knew that the revenge could not be avenged, at least for the time being.

Although Weng Zixuan's realm is a little lower than his, dragon blood is the killer of Ziyan spear. Weng Zixuan not only has dragon blood, but also has the best spirit weapon. Even if he plays all his cards, I'm afraid he won't get any good.

"How can you be so sure? Didn't you just attack a jiedan period? Don't say that you are very noble

Weng Zixuan and Qin Yichen got along for a long time, and their words became sharp.

"You --"

Jiang Bin didn't expect that Weng Zixuan didn't give any face. He was a little angry, but he thought of Weng Zixuan's strength and the delicate timing. It was really not suitable for him to start. He had to play a ha ha. "It's not a joke with my nephew to test his strength."

Jiang Bin is very cheeky. In the blink of an eye, he not only changed his address, but also turned his sneak attack into a temptation.

"Frozen"

At this time, Qin Yichen moved.

Before that, he didn't speak. He was healing. His soul was hurt, which made him feel headache. Ordinary people can't recover without the genius of curing the soul. But Qin Yichen's soul is broken and then stands, and the soul vortex can recover itself.

At the moment of recovering his soul, Qin Yichen did not hesitate to take the hand, and the frozen field fell quietly, sealing Jiang Bin.