Mortal: I can enter the spirit world at the beginning

Chapter 291 Battle with Wan Tianming!Tianluo Zhengong, the three great Confucian magic skills
At this time, Yang Qian suddenly flicked his fingers, and a small sky-blue porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. He opened it with a pop, and an alluring aroma immediately wafted out from the mouth of the bottle.

"hiss--"

Yang Qian sucked lightly and turned the bottle mouth upward. A drop of milky white liquid flew out of the bottle and fell gently into his mouth.

The warm milky white liquid in his mouth slowly slid down his throat, and a warm current spread in his body. His breath began to slowly become steady, and the faint evil spirit in the air gradually dissipated.

In Yang Qian's body and dantian, the originally depleted mana gradually revived as if nourished by the spring rain, and recovered [-]% in an instant.

"Yun Lingye, although one drop of 'Ten Thousand Years Spiritual Milk' can restore all the mana, it is enough for immediate use." Yang Gan smacked his lips, rubbed the sky blue vial of "Yun Lingye", and capped it again , put it away without hesitation.

Looking up, Yang Gan had a strange look on his face, his eyes were like lightning, and his pair of deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything.

Facing the figure in the lightning, Yang Qian suddenly grinned and said with a sarcastic smile: "Master Wanmen, Barbarian Beard is no longer here, but you are still here fighting hard, you really did a wonderful job."

At this moment, Wan Tianming's figure was still deeply immersed in the glorious light of the Yimu Zhenglei Sword, turning a deaf ear to the words of the outside world.

Yang Gan frowned slightly and snorted coldly. Then with a thought in his mind, he suddenly flicked his sleeves, and the bright large Yimu Zhenglei sword shadow below seemed to be pulled, floated up from its original position, and merged into a There was a dazzling sword light, shining brightly under the sunlight, exuding a cold aura.

The next moment, the sword light flew upwards like a shooting star, making a loud and dazzling sound as it broke through the air.

As the sword light pierced the sky, Yi Muzheng's thunder sword flew behind Yang Gan with a whoosh, blooming with a faint golden-blue aura, slowly floating in the air.

As for where he was just now, the sword light dissipated, and the diffuse purple flame burst out, but there was no shadow of Wan Tianming inside.

Yang Gan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his majestic consciousness spread around like a sharp sword.

Suddenly, his consciousness caught a strange fluctuation.

Sure enough, the next moment, the void around him flashed in the blink of an eye, like ripples on the water, and a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe and a jade belt around his waist appeared out of thin air.

This person is exactly Wan Tianming.

He appeared next to Yang Gan like a ghost, with endless killing intent hidden under that ferocious smile.

"Hahaha! Although your ability to defeat Barbarian Beard is somewhat beyond our expectations, but after fighting until now, you may have exhausted your mana, so I will let my sect leader give you another try!"

I saw Wan Tianming laughing twice, surrounded by a huge purple fire dragon. The purple fire dragon seemed to have spirituality. It roared and rushed towards Yang Gan with a devastating force. Wherever it went, even the air was incinerated and emitted. There was a burnt smell.

One of the three great magical arts of Confucianism - Tianluo Zhengong!
Flashing through his mind, Yang Qian clapped his hands and shouted loudly. A pale golden light curtain appeared around him for an instant, blocking the purple fire dragon.

But the moment the two came into contact, the pale golden light curtain immediately rumbled and teetered.

Yang Qian's heart trembled. He understood that Wan Tianming, as the leader of Wanfa Sect, was very powerful, and the top Confucian skill "Tian Luo Zhen Gong" he practiced was unfathomable.

At this moment, the purple fire dragon condensed around Wan Tianming had taken shape. It was an extremely violent fiery energy that seemed to tear the entire space apart, and there was actually a faint aura of awe.

Yang Qian did not dare to neglect at all, and immediately gathered his few mana, squeezed the secret with both hands, and an invisible force burst out from his body, facing the purple fire dragon.

At the same time, Yang Qian took a deep breath, the fierce look in his eyes flashed away, and suddenly a dragon roar came from his body. The shadow of Lihuo Dragon immediately left the body and collided with Wan Tianming's purple fire dragon. Together, there is no distinction between superior and inferior.At the same time, Yang Qian took a deep breath, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, his fingers lightly passed through the void, and then he squeezed tightly, as if he wanted to crush the air.

Immediately, a soul-stirring dragon roar suddenly came from his body, so powerful that Wan Tianming was instantly shocked.

Amid the roar of the dragon, behind Yang Gan, the silhouette of the Lihuo dragon gradually became clearer.

Every scale on the dragon's shadow seemed to be burning red in the fire, emitting fiery waves that made it difficult for people to look directly at it.

Yang Qian pushed his hands forward, and the shadow of Lihuo Dragon also rushed forward, colliding with the purple fire dragon released by Wan Tianming.

Two blazing flames met in the air, as if they were going to burn the entire sea area to ashes.

"Hmph, it's just a shadow of a dragon. Let's see how the master of this sect master's Tianluo skill can subdue this dragon." The expression on Wan Tianming's face was very calm, but there was a hint of fear, and purple flames burst out from his body. .

The purple flame seemed to have spirituality. In a flash, it escaped Wan Tianming's control and turned into a huge fire snake, rushing straight towards the phantom of the Lihuo Dragon.

Immediately afterwards, Wan Tianming's figure flashed and appeared in front of Yang Gan as if teleporting. With a flick of his sleeves and robes, a huge purple sword formed in an instant, and with a fierce momentum, it shot towards Yang Gan's head and face.

The frightening purple flames danced on the blade of the huge purple sword. Although it was not as strong as the fire dragon just now, it still exuded a frightening aura.

Yang Gan's eyes narrowed and he did not dare to neglect. He pointed it as a sword and quickly recalled the Yimu Zhenglei Sword. It increased several times and turned into a golden sword, and then he rushed towards the purple sword.

Only the sound of "Qiang Qiang" was heard echoing in the air.

The magic weapons of both sides met in mid-air, bursting out with bright light.

The collision of the two forces made the surrounding air boil.

A flash of fierceness flashed in Wan Tianming's eyes. He made a seal with both hands, the flames on the purple sword burst out, and a vast aura spurted out instantly.

Yang Gan showed no fear on his face and quickly clicked the Yimu Zhenglei Sword. The golden arc flashed on it and he rushed towards it with thunderous force.

"Chong!"

The collision of swords was like the collapse of mountains and rivers, and the duel of strength made the surrounding air freeze.

The figures of the two people intertwined in the air, and then quickly separated.

As for the two sword lights, they were locked in a stalemate in the air.

Taking this opportunity, Yang Gan's eyes flashed with a stern look, his body swayed slightly, thunder sounded, and his body came to Wan Tianming's side like lightning.

Cruel and ruthless.

Boom boom boom, fist shadows filled the sky.

(End of this chapter)