Song of Adolescence

No one can describe this duel.

There have never been two powerhouses in the Profound Realm, so there has never been such a duel between two powerhouses.

"What kind of duel is this?" Tang Lian widened her eyes and sighed.

With their abilities, they can no longer see the details of the confrontation between the two.

At first they thought that the battlefield was this attic.

But later it was discovered that the battlefield was this fairy island.

And now, I finally understand that the battlefield is this world.

The two men had already skimmed over the sea to confront each other. Every sword of Baili Dongjun shook the tide, while Mo Yi flicked his long sleeves. Behind him, a huge tide was overwhelming.

Baili Dongjun was stunned by the tide and flew back. He landed on the attic again, wiped the sweat from his forehead, threw the heart sword in his hand down, and stuck it beside Lei Wujie. Lei Wujie picked up the heart sword and saw that there were a few small gaps on it, and said distressedly: "I was beaten like this."

"After returning to Beili, let Old Man Li repair it." Baili Dongjun stretched out his hand, "Come on with the gun!"

The Silver Moon Spear that was in Sikong Qianluo's hands suddenly flew into Baili Dongjun's hands. Baili Dongjun jumped and once again raised his spear and attacked Mo Yi who had already returned.

"No matter how many times you try, the result will be the same." Mo Yi pinched the tip of the Silver Moon Gun with two fingers.

"The wind is rising!" Baili Dongjun shouted angrily.

The wind was blowing.

Mo Yi frowned, with his hands slightly hard, forcing Baili Dongjun to retreat in the air.

"The wind stops!" Baili Dongjun drank again.

The gust of wind dissipated instantly, and Baili Dongjun slammed the Silver Moon Spear suddenly. Mo Yi sensed the danger of the gunfire and hurriedly withdrew his fingers.

"This is my father's wind rolling dragon chant!" Sikong Qianluo exclaimed.

"The world of martial arts is in my hand, even if it is an immortal, it is also cut under me." Baili Dongjun said proudly.

This is the real Baili Dongjun, not the middle-aged man who lazily touches his moustache, nor the winemaker who is drunk and exudes the smell of wine every day, but the small tower alone, famous for his seven starry night wines. The Baili Dongjun of the apocalypse was the one who rushed to the heaven after drinking and reached the 16th floor in one step. It was the one who defeated Ye Dingzhi with half his palm in times of crisis and saved the north from the crisis. Baili Dongjun in China.

It was the Baili Dongjun who shouted after he was drunk when he was young, that if there is no Bailijun in the world, the swords and swords and spears are lost.

Mo Yi's pupils seemed to have been lit instantly, turning red and hot, and the seductive purple light still appeared.

The shot pierced his shoulder.

Blood came out.

He hasn't bleed for many years, and hasn't known the pain in many years.

"Hello, you are fine!"

Mo Yi stretched out his right palm and pressed it down lightly, but with that momentum, it seemed as if the true Taoist **** was coming.

The whole island began to vibrate.

Apocalypse, Qin Tianjian.

The four celestial masters stepped into the Xingyue Pavilion. They were in a hurry to report to the prisoner Qi Tianchen, but found that Qi Tianchen was already sitting there, quietly waiting for their arrival.

"Jianzheng, there is a vision in the sky! There is a vision in the sky!" A celestial master said anxiously, "Jianzheng, don't sit down, go and have a look!"

Qi Tianchen drank a cup of tea slowly: "I have seen it."

"I have never seen such a vision!" Another celestial master wiped the sweat from his head, "It was obviously evening, but suddenly the sun dimmed and the sky was full of stars. This is not recorded in the book."

"It has been recorded, as mentioned in the last chapter of "The Guluo Scroll", the sky is full of stars, and the immortals come to the world, destroying the sky and the earth." Qi Tianchen said lightly.

"Guluojuan? That's a fake book." The celestial master Shicai said in surprise.

"Because it breaks the secret, it is a fake book." Qi Tianchen sighed, "It's too late, let's make sacrifices."

"Sacrifice formation? What formation?" The celestial master was puzzled.

"Looking for the dragon formation." Qi Tianchen stood up, "I'm going to see him."

"Master Jianzheng, do you know the source of this vision?" The heavenly master was shocked. He remembered the white-haired man who quietly came to visit Qi Tianchen in the daytime. He knew the identity of the visitor. Was here just for this?

Qi Tianchen flicked the dust: "Yes. I didn't expect to meet the deceased again after many years. To be honest, I'm a little nervous, and drinking tea won't make me feel at ease."

The four celestial masters were stunned. They knew the situation was serious, but they didn't expect it to be so serious that Qi Tianchen, the national master, was so upset.

The Silver Moon Spear spun a circle in the air and landed in front of Sikong Qianluo. Sikong Qianluo hurriedly pulled it out and found that although the gun body was scarred, it did not break after all, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

"There is still time to care about the gun? If the master loses, I am afraid that he will die here today." Tang Lian said bitterly. He never felt so powerless for a moment, and there was no way to intervene in the battle.

Baili Dongjun floated in the air and sighed: "So I said that no matter whether it is a knife, a sword, or a gun, it is unreliable. In the end, I still have to rely on this pair of fists, fists and fists!"

Xiao Se took a few steps forward and shouted fiercely, "Great City Lord!"

Baili Dongjun bowed his head: "Little Prince, what's the matter?"

"Next." Xiao Se suddenly threw the long stick around his waist to the sky.

Since Dahe Lei Wujie entered the arena, Xiao Se hasn't shown too much admiration for anyone. Even if he encounters peerless powerhouses like Qiang Xian Sikong Changfeng and Confucian Sword Xie Xuan, he is just a little respectful. But in his mind, Baili Dongjun is different.

Because Baili Dongjun is the righteous brother of Langya King Xiao Ruofeng.

So he is willing to lend him his most important things.

A stick is not a sword or a gun. If it is broken, it is really broken.

Baili Dongjun stretched out his hand to hold the Promise stick. The stick was extremely long. The tip of the stick was a piece of jade with red blood flowing light. The stick was painted with talisman seals, as if to suppress the stick. The hidden devil. Baili Dongjun gently stroked it: "This is the Promise Club, the weapon that Baihuji Ruofeng once used."

Mo Yi also stopped, looking at it and muttering: "Wuji stick?"

He naturally remembered the Wuji Cudgel, which was the treasure of Huanglong Mountain in the past. If he had not left Beili at that time, the Wuji Cudgel should have been passed to him.

"Do you recognize it?" Baili Dongjun asked curiously.

Mo Yi frowned slightly and nodded slightly: "Yes, I recognize it."

"Then you still recognize its stick method?" Baili Dongjun picked up the long stick and slammed it down at Mo Yi.

The long stick exploded like a flower in the air.

One stick flower, two stick flowers, three stick flowers!

It flashed into ten flowers and a hundred flowers.

Thousands of thousands!

When a stick comes out, there is no limit, no end, no end.

Promise!