Escape from the desert with aura: I am the only native in the whole family

Huh?Ah Jiu blinked, it turned out that the little stone in his arms could hear Yaoyao's voice transmission to him?
interesting.

Zi Ling's face was contorted, as if she had been holding back a stool for a thousand years. Seeing Meng Jiu'er's delay, she felt a lot of comfort in her heart:
"If you don't, you will admit defeat."

Ah Jiu made a random move, but how could Ah Jiu not remember the yin and yang diagram on Hetu Luoshu, that was learned from Xue Zhena.

Seeing that Meng Jiuer had lost his son, Zi Lingye casually put one away: "Hehe, I didn't realize that you can actually control objects."

"Congratulations." Ah Jiu calmly followed the steps in her memory and bet one by one. Anyway, she herself couldn't understand what it meant to lose and what meant to win.

It's a pity that Ah Jiu has not been able to handle the imperial objects for the first time, especially just now she almost accepted the sword spirit of Ziling Tianshujian.

Unexpectedly, when it was brought out, she realized that the Sword Spirit of Greedy Wolf was much stronger than she had imagined, and she didn't like it at all, and it was extremely difficult to trap it with her own energy.

Thinking of it now, Ah Jiu was a little scared, but fortunately she stopped in time, and Zi Ling's cultivation level was still shallow and almost got the backlash, otherwise she might die here today.

Zi Ling made a blind move, raised her eyes to look at Ah Jiu with fierceness in her eyes, and snorted coldly:

"What benefits does Uncle Jiu Xian give you, are you willing to worship under him?"

"What benefits has your master given you that you are willing to worship under him?" Ah Jiu felt that Zi Ling's question was inexplicable.

As soon as these words came out, the anger in Zi Ling's eyes instantly ignited, and the wife she was holding flew out instantly, and Ah Jiu quickly flew out a sunspot, and with a bang, the two words collided and shattered into powder.

The audience around them were about to fall asleep. Seeing the two of them fighting lifelessly, they immediately became interested.

The two looked at each other, holding the chessboard firmly with both hands: "Zi Ling, you are far worse than Zhen Qi."

The corners of Ah Jiu's lips rose, and a force surged out.

"Ah!" Zi Ling yelled and rolled away from the cushion, she turned over and sat up and looked up at Meng Jiuer:
"you wanna die……"

All of a sudden, the Ziling Tianshu sword came out again.

"It's fighting, it's fighting..."

All of a sudden, the audience erupted.

In an instant, Ah Jiu felt a more powerful hostility on Tianshu Sword than before.

I saw Zi Ling's long hair fluttering, her clothes being flapped by the powerful zhenqi, and her own expression was twisted in pain.

In the flying sand and rocks, people can't open their eyes normally.

"The sixth level, all arrows are fired."

Zi Ling's eyes were blood red and she gritted her teeth and shouted angrily. In an instant, all the sky and plains were filled with Tianshu swords, and the sword tips in all directions wrapped Meng Jiu'er in it.

"Senior Sister Ziling..."

"Zi Ling, are you crazy?" Shao Yan in the audience was frightened for a long time before she came back to her senses.

It's over, Ah Jiu obviously felt that he was wrapped in the energy of Wan Dao Jian Qi, and that deterrent power pointed directly at his heart, and before it came out, Ah Jiu already felt thick and salty, with a trace of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Die to me!" Zi Ling's eyes were lifeless, like an inhuman wolf, with a loud shout, he slashed through the air.

Thousands of swords were densely packed and besieged Meng Jiu'er like a rain of arrows.

"Zi Ling, stop!" At this moment, an old man on the high platform stood up with his hands behind his back. With a wave of his sleeves, the rain of arrows all over the sky disappeared in an instant, and the old man landed steadily between the two of them.

Zi Ling glanced at the comer, the corner of her mouth slanted, she didn't know this old guy.

Luck again: "The seventh level, ten thousand swords return to one!"

This time, she came for the old man.

Unexpectedly, the old man hit Meng Jiuer's shoulder with his backhand, and her body was shot out of the competition field in the wind like a broken thread. She stumbled and took two steps back before gaining a foothold.

Then, the old man waved his sleeves and put his fingers together to form sword fingers, confronting Ziling's Wan Jiangui through the air.

Zi Ling obviously struggled, holding the sword in one hand and replaced it with two hands, gritted his teeth and poured in the last trace of true energy, the sound of the sword buzzed, and many people even covered their ears.

Some newcomers with relatively low cultivation bases spurted their hearts on the spot.

Unexpectedly, with a wave of the old man's sword, the Tianshu sword in Zi Ling's hand fell out uncontrollably, and flew towards Meng Jiu'er with a click.