"Nanaze Dingfengyan!"

At the top of the Sky Fan, the battle was about to be decided, and the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique suddenly appeared.

How to describe that earth-shattering sword.

Over the millennia, countless people have tried to practice the Flying Immortal Technique, but all of them have stopped at the first six moves.

Even those talented and talented people cannot cross this chasm-like chasm.

Therefore, in the past hundred years, no one has practiced the Flying Immortal Technique anymore.

I never thought that today, on Tianshan Peak, after a thousand years, the sword that calmed the beacon smoke would reappear in the world.

In the shocked eyes of everyone.

On the top of the Sky Fan, the sword light soared into the sky like a waterfall, unrivaled in magnificence and dazzling.

Before he could recover, a figure flashed past in the sword light, incredibly fast.

The world is silent, there is only one sword.

Critical moment.

The two wings behind Huo Lin'er immediately protected the whole body, the divine flames surged, and he defended with all his strength.

"ah!"

The next moment, a shrill scream sounded, and the sword light slashed down, breaking the Suzaku's wings.

Blood splashed like rain.

The chopped wings quickly dissipated in the sea of ​​fire.

Suzaku's wings were broken and his body was seriously injured.

However, the protective wings also blocked the fatal sword.

"Well!"

The sword energy that entered his body exploded and blood spurted out. Huo Lin'er vomited out a mouthful of blood and took several steps back.

"What a pity, what a pity!"

Five steps later, Huo Lin'er staggered to steady his figure, a pair of blood-red eyes revealed endless murderous intent, and said in a frosty voice, "That sword strike just now was your last chance. It's a pity that you didn't seize the opportunity."

The blood-stained Suzaku was filled with murderous aura, as if it could be condensed into substance. The wings that were chopped off were difficult to recover for a while, dripping with blood, and extremely dazzling.

The war till now.

Even though he was as powerful as a worldly god, he was also seriously injured and his physical strength was no longer at its peak.

only.

Comparatively speaking, Huo Lin'er's situation is much better than that of Li Ziye.

Ten steps away.

Li Ziye pressed the sword in his hand against the ground, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Blood was dripping from his red right arm, flowing along the edge of the sword and into the rocks down the mountain.

Obviously, after forcibly performing the seventh form of the Flying Immortal Technique, Li Ziye's energy was almost exhausted and reached its limit.

"This is not good!"

In the distance, where the upper four sects were watching the battle, Xiao Yiren looked at the situation in front of him and said in a solemn voice, "That sword strike just now exhausted the last of that kid's strength. In his current situation, it is impossible for him to use the flying sword again."

The seventh form of Immortal Art."

"There is no chance of winning."

On the side, the leader of the Xuanwu Sect said solemnly, "You can't defeat the current Huo Lin'er with just the first six moves."

"Lao Fu."

In front of the four sect leaders, Wang Teng looked anxious and said, "Is there really no chance of winning?"

Fu Tianxi was silent and did not answer.

"There is no chance of winning."

On the side, Luoyang sighed softly and said, "We have exhausted all our trump cards and moves. Although Huo Lin'er's current situation is not very good, he is obviously much stronger than him."

"Are you going to lose?"

In the distance, Ye Linglong watched the battle ahead and said softly, "What a pity, he is obviously very close to victory."

"It's too early to talk about victory or defeat until the end."

Next to him, Tianjian Ruoye said in a deep voice, "It's just that he can't use the seventh form. His martial arts is not limited to the seventh form of Feixianjue. As long as he still has the sword in his hand, he can't give up!"

"call."

At the top of the Sky Fan, with everyone watching, Li Ziye let out a deep breath, forced himself up, and drew his sword.

Without further words, Li Ziye rushed forward with his sword in hand.

When the sword falls, the moves return to their original nature, eliminating complexity and concentrating on simplicity.

Huo Lin'er's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to receive the move.

"Keng!"

When fighting with palms and swords, the pure Jun will move away immediately upon contact, and will not be touched head-on. His quick moves are as fast as lightning, and his every move will kill him.

Huo Lin'er frowned and turned his palms to raise his energy, intending to use his absolute advantage in cultivation to suppress the person in front of him.

only.

Before the palm power was released, the sword edge was already approaching the vital point, and the sword moved as if it was alive.

Huo Lin'er's face darkened slightly, and he immediately struck back to block the sword.

A quick exchange of moves, followed by dozens of quick attack and defense moves in the blink of an eye.

"sharp!"

Outside the battle, Ye Linglong looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes narrowed, and he said, "It is obvious that he is almost reaching his limit, but his swordsmanship is still as smooth as at the beginning, fast and accurate, which shows how hard he practices in daily life."

On the side, Tianjian Ruoye stared at the scene in the distance, frowning and saying nothing.

Strange, that kid should know that if he keeps fighting like this, he will definitely fall down before Huo Lin'er.

"Mom, what do you mean?"

When the four sects were watching the battle, Xiao Xiao turned around and asked in confusion.

"I mean, there's something wrong with the Li family's tactics."

Xiao Yiren said solemnly, "Indeed, looking at it now, he and Huo Lin'er are evenly matched. However, there is a huge gap between his and Huo Lin'er's cultivation. If he continues to be consumed like this, he will definitely be defeated."

"What should we do?" Xiao Xiao asked anxiously.

"Fight for your life!"

Xiao Yiren said in a deep voice, "A quick victory is the only chance of victory."

"good."

Beside them, the two sect leaders Xuanwu and Baihu nodded in agreement.

Given the Li family boy's current situation, it would be the stupidest thing to do to waste money with Huo Lin'er.

Now, the battle has not just begun. If we don’t fight for our lives, how will we wait?

In front of the four sect masters, Fu Tianxi stared at the battle ahead with stern eyes. He had not spoken since just now.

"Lao Fu."

On the side, Wang Teng noticed something was wrong and called out several times in succession.

However, Fu Tianxi never responded.

The top of the fan.

The fierce battle became more and more fierce.

Again and again, swords and palms clashed, and again and again, injuries were exchanged.

However, Li Ziye never changed his tactics, as if he was at the end of his rope and had nothing to do.

"boom!"

The palm swords collided again. This time, Li Ziye was unable to react in time and was knocked back several steps by the powerful palm force.

The green clothes have already been stained with blood red, over and over again.

"Brother Li."

"Um?"

"Over the years, I have searched through the Suzaku Sect's classics and have been trying to find ways to get my junior sister back."

"Do you have any clues?"
To be continued...