The seventh sister of crossing the immortals is a bit fierce

Chapter 388

The light blue ice phoenix spread its wings and came out of the sea of ​​consciousness. With a resounding cry, it turned into blue lightning and struck with thunder, shooting into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness.Sun Houzi made a fuss when he entered Princess Iron Fan's stomach, and Ice Phoenix made a fuss when he entered the sea of ​​consciousness of the red-shirted sword cultivator.

It doesn't matter if you can't distinguish the main body, come one by one, no one can escape.

Hongshan Jianxiu was frightened, his mental attack shrank, he wanted to retreat, he tried his best to defend his sea of ​​consciousness, and absolutely couldn't let the ice phoenix really succeed.Xia Qi smiled angrily, where is your aunt's territory? You can come and leave whenever you want!
Chase!Chase!Chase again!You're not the only one who knows how to attack mentally, your aunt can do it too, and she can use it better than you!The ice phoenix turns into a sword, the sword of the spirit, and pursues the victory!

The stalemate was broken, and the red shirt sword cultivator forcefully mobilized the seven people to form a formation, and the situation changed, sharing the mental pressure with external attacks.

How many distractions do you think you are the only one who knows?Xia Qi practiced swords when he was young, so he can use two things with one mind.

If you move, I will move too!

Ice-type shape, thousands of ice swords, blossoming in the center, attacking the enemy.Don't say you have seven people, so what if you have a hundred and eight people?With a sword in hand, my aunt dares to challenge her!

"Imitation Sword Fall!" The sword will turn into sword rain, the wind and rain, the martial arts arena, the snow, and the sudden cold.

"What is illusory is ultimately illusory!" Xia Qizhen was angry, the power of rules, seven words, magic spell, combined with sword dance, seamless, and succeeded in one fell swoop. In the battle circle, only the red-shirted sword cultivator was left, with both eyes blood and tears.

Simple and arrogant, shed blood and tears, did not bend the waist, broke all six swords, broke the body of the sword, and controlled the ice phoenix.The ice phoenix wailed, a blue light flashed, retreated to the sea of ​​consciousness of the host, Xia Qi coughed up blood.

Opponents in chess will meet good talents, youthful arrogance VS late bloomers, temporarily tied.

The battle storm on the field was suspended, and everyone on the field was talking about it.

"What happened? Did Master Xia win?"

"That's right. But if Daoist Xia won, the opponent didn't fall down, and he didn't admit defeat..."

"It's not a man. If you lose, you lose. What's the point of holding on and not admitting defeat?"

"Master's Seventh Brother! Must win! Powerful and domineering! Xiao Xiao retreats!"

"Eldest brother, what do you think?" Qin Xiaosi couldn't understand, so he turned his head and asked his own elder brother.

"I don't understand..." Huang Tian answered truthfully, feeling depressed in his heart.

In the arena, one of the two sword cultivators vomited blood and the other cried blood. Both were injured, but they stood firm and stood in a stalemate.

The red shirt sword cultivator Jian Jian was shocked in his heart. He clearly thought that he had practiced hard and endured for 200 years. He went to pick Lianyun, Zhulu, Guishan, Helian, and Chonghua. Donghua, one of the famous monks!How did you know that at Ling Xiao, a young man who claimed to have practiced swords for nineteen years came up, and his cultivation level was the same as others, but he couldn't win with the sword array, and his mental attack was counterattacked by others!

Ling Xiao is worthy of being the head of Donghua's three sects, with profound background and unfathomable strength!
"Master Xia, how old is this year?" Jian Jian was not reconciled, and opened his mouth to ask.If the other party is older than oneself, there is still an excuse.Not to mention nineteen years of sword practice, who stipulated that after achieving Jindan, one cannot change professions to practice kendo?

"I wasted my time for 24 years." Xia Qi was depressed. She said that she was wasting her time.

"Jian admit defeat!" At the age of 24, one sentence was like a sledgehammer, and the red-shirted sword cultivator's heart fire was extinguished with the hammer, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden, with fine wrinkles on his ordinary face, black hair and half-white hair, The mentality changes, floats on the surface, and the ambitions are in vain.

(End of this chapter)