Chapter 217: Fighting, the Biggest Dream Fruit

There was a loud noise in the center of Yanjia Village, and the swordsman who wanted to kill and the village chief of Yanjia Village started fighting after a disagreement. ♦ൠ  ♦♦

The two fought with such a huge momentum that it was far beyond the comparison of Gu Shu, Xiandao martial arts... I saw a flash of green sword light, and the rows of houses were cut in half. Then I saw the village chief push his palm lightly, and the wind swept away the clouds, the sky was dark, and the dust was flying.

In this way.

The people of Yanjia Village naturally dared not approach. A young man organized the villagers to leave the village and walk along the yellow mud mountain road to a high slope five miles away from the village entrance.

You can see the battle situation from here.

They were shocked and lost their words one by one.

Let's see what happened in that scene.

The two of them used many moves and intertwined their magic. The gloomy expression on the village chief's face could no longer be concealed. "How dare you, a mere Nascent Soul, come to trouble me!"

At this moment, they had already fought for more than a few rounds, and they naturally had a secret in their hearts about how strong the other party was.

The village chief's original name was Yan Chengfeng, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spiritualization. The two former geniuses of the Yan family were indeed unlucky. On the way to the Ten Thousand Immortals Summit, they were ambushed by people from the Extreme Evil Sect. Most of their spiritual energy was used up, resulting in a sharp decrease in their lifespan. Fortunately, after embarking on the path of "eating children to seek longevity", the speed of the loss of lifespan was delayed a lot.

Although he was one realm higher than Li Changxiao at this moment, the total amount of spiritual energy was almost the same. The resentment towards Li Changxiao in his heart was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.

During the battle, the two naturally had to communicate. After the village chief learned that Yan Qingtian had been killed by this boy without a sound, he was shocked and scared. Yan Qingtian's cultivation was comparable to his, but the spiritual energy reserve in his body was less than his.

In fact, in the face-to-face situation, both Yan Qingtian and Yan Chengfeng could hardly resist Li Changxiao's sword. Li Changxiao was a killer. They had no spiritual consciousness to assist them, no magic weapon to protect them, and with Li Changxiao's big dream sword, Yan Chengfeng and Yan Qingtian, who were only in the state of transformation, could not escape death within three steps with their current reaction ability.

When Li Changxiao returned to Yanjia Village, he considered who to kill first. Kill one first, and then have a good fight with the other, so as to hone his own skills.

Let's get back to the topic.

Fighting for life and death, and competing in skills, are not child's play.

However, the village chief was seen holding a spell with his hands, mercilessly, and the Yan family's unique skills rose with the wind. With a wave of his hand, he pulled up several old trees and smashed them. The swordsman was also not weak. He swung his long sword and cut the tree. Then he held a spell with his hands and spit out a gust of wind from the west, blowing away the flowers, revealing an unspeakable mysterious power.

This wind blew on the village chief, blowing out the black air in his body, making him look frustrated. When he came to his senses, his face was horrified, "Little Fuhua Art?"

That Fuhua wind made his heart cold. The Xiao family in the Red Domain is a famous big family in Fuyao Tianxia. The family inheritance is naturally powerful, far beyond the Great Yan Dynasty. Li Changxiao could learn it by himself, but he had never used it. This was the first time in actual combat.

This Fuhua wind blows the body and the heart. If used properly, it can blow away the filth in people's hearts and blow away diseases. If used improperly, it can scrape people's flesh and blood apart, and the body and soul will be destroyed. If used skillfully, it can transform into all kinds of methods.

It can send wind and rain. Its many uses and mysteries depend on personal development. One technique in the hands of hundreds of people is a hundred techniques. The techniques of the human race emphasize inheritance, not constant moves.

Li Changxiao blew again, and Fuhuafeng turned into a giant of 29 feet, with angry eyes and inviolable majesty. If the spiritual energy is not exhausted, this giant can be taller and bigger, and a hundred feet is also easy.

The giant holding a steel fork suddenly stabbed at the village chief. The village chief was horrified. This kid is really not simple. He didn't dare to dodge carelessly, and stepped on the Gang step again. His face turned pale with a sound. He also condensed a giant in front of him, 33 feet tall, holding a hammer in his left hand and a shield in his right hand. He was shining with golden light and wrapped with a four-clawed dragon python.

Two giants, one tall and one short, fought together.

Finally, the two giants were shattered. Li Changxiao blew another breath of Fuhuafeng, which turned into thousands of flying swords and stabbed. The village chief shouted that it was troublesome. If it were in the past, he would have used magic weapons to fight the enemy.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. He has had a gap of hundreds of years, and his experience in fighting has long been regressed. In addition, his spiritual energy has been depleted, and his age is indeed old, so his abilities are not as good as before.

This is extremely disadvantageous to him.

However, after all, he was once a genius, how could he be defeated easily.

He waved his sleeves, as if he had a secret, and he took all the countless flying swords into his bag. With another flick, thousands of flying swords flew back.

"Boy, give me your life!"

How could he swallow this breath if he didn't kill this man after spending so much spiritual energy.

However, when he was about to pursue the victory, the swordsman made a claw with one hand, and swung it violently, and actually threw out a dragon body. The dragon coiled and shattered thousands of flying swords.

He pounced on the village chief again.

The village chief thought to himself that this boy knows a lot of magic.

Although there are many kinds of magic in the cultivation world, it is extremely difficult to obtain powerful magic except ordinary magic. You need to join the corresponding forces and make contributions to get one or two.

Let's say the two sides continue to fight.

In the contest of magic, the village chief actually has the upper hand. He has a deeper understanding of magic than Li Changxiao, and he has more than Li Changxiao, but his mentality is unstable. The more he fights, the more irritable he becomes. He has been unable to take down this boy, which makes him more and more powerless.

He is about to become an "empty shell" old man. If that happens, he will really be just an ordinary old man.

"Don't want to die, kid."

The village chief wanted to retreat, and suddenly ran to one side, and Li Changxiao chased him relentlessly.

However, the village chief was old and weak, and had little spiritual energy, so how could he run faster than Li Changxiao? However, Li Changxiao's figure flashed and approached in an instant. The long sword in his hand mercilessly pierced the village chief's body and pierced his chest.

The village chief's pupils shrank, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and confusion, and gradually he became silent.

"Ancestor..."

He used up his last breath and murmured in another direction.

Li Changxiao drew out his long sword, unscrewed the lid of the wine gourd, poured the wine inside onto the sword body, and washed away the blood on it.

The great revenge was avenged.

At this moment.

In the dream space in his body, a huge fruit grew on the dream tree in the center.

Red.

Li Changxiao's consciousness touched it lightly.

He could feel one obsession after another.

This fruit was the largest one at present.

It started with hatred.

But it was not just hatred.

Just like he once cut off a river python, took the dream fruit, saw the dream of the river python, and obtained the sword intent of the river python.

This fruit… he planted it with hatred, but it contains the dreams of Yan Qingtian, Yan Chengfeng… and even the Yan clan.

He only planted the seeds, and the growth, watering, and cultivation of the dream fruit… were completed by the "planted".

He did not sheath his sword, and continued to walk in the direction where the village chief fled.

He walked through the alley.

Came to the west entrance.

The old scholar in the village sat in front of the school, closing his eyes to rest.