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Fang Yang and Jiang Bochu are all in the same fog. I don't know what the purpose of purple magic is. Fortunately, after doing everything well, Zihuan clapped his hands and said to them, "you stand in the circle and compete your accomplishments with the ice edge. If the edge of the ice breaks first, or if it is ejected from the circle, it will lose. After a pillar of incense, if there is no division, it is a draw

Fang Yang and Jiang Bochu feel very fresh about this contest: "it's interesting. I haven't tried it yet. Come on."

Two people respectively stand after, take over ice ridge from purple unreal hand. The thick ends offset each other. Purple magic see them ready, lit a incense, standing in the censer, crisp voice said: "ready, start!"

Fang Yang and Jiang Bochu had already injected their own power of Zhenyuan into the ice ridge in their hands before. When they heard purple Fantasy's order, they immediately vomited forward with all their strength.

It turns out that the ordinary edge of the ice is like a crystal lamp shining brightly. With the intersection of the ice ridges as the center, a strong wind is raging around.

Purple magic has long been out of the hall for the first time. She doesn't want to be affected by the competition between them. Even if it's the aftereffect, it won't be easy.

Jiang Bochu was a disciple of Kunlun, and his body was mainly composed of earth system, and his whole body was emitting a light yellow light.

On the other hand, Fang Yang, on the basis of his own truth, combines a lot of geomantic forces of heaven and earth, showing a light cyan light.

At the beginning, both of them didn't make full use of their strength. They were in the trial process of stalemate, and there was no surprise.

the incense in the censer had been burning for nearly half of the time. With the increase of mutual understanding, they didn't want to draw at last, so they began to make a secret effort.

Kunlun as the overlord of the ancient martial arts, many years of operation, profound. Jiang Bochu naturally dabbles in many things. He is most proud of Hunyuan Qigong.

It is said that Hunyuan Qigong is one of the secrets of Kunlun mountain. It takes a boy's body to practice, which is divided into nine parts.

If you practice to the extreme, you can combine nature with man and rise day by day. However, due to too many restrictions and too difficult promotion, few people are willing to work hard.

In the whole Kunlun sect, there are no more than three people practicing Hunyuan Qigong. Jiang bochuzhu is one of them.

Moreover, because of his extraordinary talent and deep fortune, he has reached the seventh level of cultivation at a young age!

At such an age and with such achievements, it is definitely the top rank of Kunlun zongpai. It's no wonder that they are exposed to so much light and have their own abilities.

However, Jiang Bochu's city is so deep that he easily won't show his real strength in front of outsiders. He likes to play a pig and eat a tiger.

But today, it's about the right of speech to enter the upper boundary channel, and Jiang Bochu dare not hide any more. What's more, in his heart, he had already had the idea of competing with Fang Yang, so he would not miss it.

With Jiang Bochu's efforts, Fang Yang suddenly felt a strong pressure. A surge of real yuan's power surged in. If he hadn't been on guard, the ice ridge in his hand would have been smashed in an instant!

"Well done!"

Fang Yang stabilized the rhythm, immediately strengthened the output of Feng Shui, and pushed Jiang Bochu's pressure back for the first time.

Both sides you come and I go, do not give way to each other, although you can not see the light and shadow of the sword, but there is no less dangerous than it.

Standing beside watching, Zihuan also felt his palms sweating. The momentum from the two people knew how terrible the contest was.

As time goes by, the incense in the censer has been burning for nearly two-thirds, and the scene is still extremely sticky.

Jiang Bochu didn't expect to use Hunyuan Qigong, but he didn't take advantage of it! I can't help but feel anxious in my heart. I quietly crush a piece of jade Fu with my left hand. In a moment, my strength is greatly improved again.

Fang Yang had long expected that Jiang Bochu would make small moves. Through the golden eye, he could clearly see all his small moves.

After Jiang Bochu crushed the jade pendant, a frightening breath came into Jiang Bochu's body. Unexpectedly, he was forced to mix Qi Gong with Yuan Yi, and was promoted to eight levels!

But don't look at the gap. Break through another heavy, but can be the unity of heaven and man, the day soared!

However, Fang Yang is confident and not flustered. No matter how strong Jiang Bochu's Hunyuan Qigong is, it's just to integrate the way of heaven. However, Fang Yang can directly mobilize the power of geomantic omen of heaven and earth and make decisions.

The remaining light of eyes pays attention to the fine fragrance in the censer. Fang Yang follows Jiang Bochu's rhythm and maintains the invincible situation.

Jiang Bochu suddenly broke out, purple fantasy is also pink. She always regarded Jiang Bochu as a great enemy, but she underestimated his strength.

With Jiang Bochu's present strength, Zihuan can be sure that he has no hope of winning!

The most terrifying thing is that Fang Yang can be as stable as Mount Tai after Jiang Bochu shows his terrifying strength! Who is the most hidden one?

Purple magic eyes complex, the heart is also tangled. A decision may directly affect her future fate, even the fate of the whole demon sect!

As time goes by, the fragrance in the censer is about to reach the bottom. Jiang Bochu didn't expect to use his secret method, but he didn't get Fang Yang. He was in a state of chaos.What's more, it's not a long-term plan to improve the strength through secret methods. The effect is quick, but it will bring some side effects.

Up to now, Jiang Bochu has already felt the breath in his body churning, the real yuan is in chaos, and his later strength is weak.

Fang Yang naturally sees Jiang Bochu's reaction in his eyes and knows that he is approaching the critical point. I don't want to go on.

"That's it!" Fang Yang took a deep breath, and his accumulated Feng Shui power immediately broke the ice ridge in Jiang Bochu's hand.

"Poof ~" Jiang Bochu lost his strength point and could no longer suppress the Qi and blood in his body. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face was pale.

The incense in the censer was just burnt out, and Zihuan immediately announced: "the first round, Fang Yangsheng!"

Fang Yang went to Jiang Bochu's side: "are you ok?"

Jiang Bochu turned his head, wiped off the residual blood from the corner of his mouth, and said in a strong voice: "I'm ok! This time is my carelessness, the next game, will never let you! Come on

Everyone can see that Jiang Bochu has suffered internal injury now, and there is almost no chance to win the competition.

Fang Yang shook his head and walked out slowly: "you're OK, I'm ok. How can we fight without strength? I'll go outside and see if I can find something to eat. "

When Fang Yang's figure disappeared outside the door, Zihuan suddenly asked: "Jiang Bochu, can you really defeat him?"

"I haven't tried, how can I know I can't! Don't disturb me Jiang Bochu put a few pills into his mouth and immediately sat down with his knees crossed to recuperate his internal injuries.

Purple magic eyes look at Jiang Bochu, and then look at the empty door, slightly shook his head. The same son of heaven, but in character, temperament, has been divided.

The fool can see that Fang Yang doesn't want to take advantage of others' danger and give Jiang Bochu time to recover. He should be convinced. But from Jiang Bochu, it seems that he doesn't appreciate it.

"Maybe Fang Yang would be a good choice."

With purple vision, nature has the answer. The state is full, even uses the secret method Jiang Bochu not to be able to win Fang Yang, basically the final result will not have any change.