Although we cannot see the scenes in those three streets, the ups and downs of the atmosphere are all very clear for the masters in Xianwuhai City.

Song Yue was frightened and whispered: "Who is that Taoist brother?"

The Qing Dynasty was mysterious and there was no trace of depth at all, but it was obviously an old acquaintance with the young Taoist priest. I wonder what the origin was?

"Brother Dao?" The young man surnamed Guan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Song Yue was of the same generation as himself, so he also followed his name. This was also common sense... But it seemed that he remembered something. The next moment, the young man surnamed Guan laughed, with a little ridicule in his laughter, and a little self-deprecating, "I've climbed up."

Qingfeng is a Taoist boy in Zixiao Palace, but in terms of generations, he can be said to be a disciple of Zixiao Immortal, who is the same generation as his master Qi Shence.

The earliest rumored group of Taoist children in Zixiao Palace were indeed called the same generation as their master Qi Shence. For example, the rumored Baihe boy guarding the Fengshentai even had to call him Uncle Master when he saw his mentor.

But in Zixiao Palace, everyone is Taoist boy, regardless of the top and bottom, they are all called brothers and sisters, so for other schools, they are inevitably confused in generations.

For example, Qingfeng is not much older than himself, but it is embarrassing to say that he is the same generation as his master, but he also defaults to being the same generation as his own, so he is called Dao Brother.

But the young man surnamed Guan also understood in his heart that even though he was called Dao Brother, it was just a polite title, and the other party's status... was actually in the same row as his mentor.

Even if the teacher is in front of Qingfeng, he still treats him like a fellow generation without neglecting him.

"This person also comes from the disciple of the Taoist ancestor. His status is no less than that of the true disciple of the mountain and sea realm in the pre-Qin Dynasty..."

The young man surnamed Guan said slowly: "He..."

Halfway through his words, a breath suddenly rose inside.

The more intense heat wave began to affect the entire island almost through the formation arrangement of Xianwuhai City.

Song Yue's expression suddenly changed, and there was a look of horror and fear on his face.

Those three streets have been isolated, so how can they still affect the outside world?

The young man surnamed Guan looked even more surprised because he realized that it was not the breath of the breeze.

...

"Eight Fire Dragon Paths."

Qingyuan held the white jade ruler tightly in his right hand, and looked forward with his left hand, and a flash of fire.

The ancient mirror fell down, fell in the palm, and the mirror faced forward.

The fire flashed and flashed from the mirror.

Roaring high, a dragon head poked out, with deer antlers, cow ears, shrimp eyes, long whiskers, dense scales, and flames burning, full of ancient and vicissitudes.

Immediately, there were one faucet after another.

Eight dragon heads in succession.

Eight Fire Dragon Paths!

The same Taoist technique has great power after passing through the ancient mirror, which is completely different from the eight fire dragons that were previously used by Qingyuan.

Qingfeng suddenly felt shocked. Even though he was born in Zixiao Palace and had a broad and profound experience, he had never heard of such changes. But even though he was surprised, he did not hesitate at all, and his reaction was extremely sensitive. With a thought, the eight fire dragons he condensed into had already fallen.

There was a loud bang.

The flames shaking.

The two eight fire dragons collided in an instant.

The air was burning and twisted, the houses on both sides burned into ashes, the stone strips on the streets softened, and even began to turn into magma at the nearest point.

Qingfeng Dao Xing is at the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm, which originally suppressed his own Taoist practice, but at this time Qingyuan used the treasure of his natal life and had already let him let all his Taoist practices go and do his best. Although Qingyuan is still a master of the sixth level of heaven, this eight-headed fire dragon immortal art, after the gains of the immortal fire true flame in his body and the blessing of the ancient mirror, he actually fought with him equally.

The two fire dragons were entangled together, and the sixteen dragon heads were tearing each other.

This was the same scene just now, but the winner was decided in a short while before, but this time, it was hard to tell the difference.

Qingfeng's methods were obviously more than that. Seeing the eight fire dragons entangled, he reached out and pointed it out, which was an illusory fingerprint.

The ancient mountain kills the god finger!

This is also a Taoist art of immortals and has a very high grade.

The mark suddenly arrived, and it had arrived in front of you in a blink of an eye.

Qing didn't have time to turn around, so he had to take a step back.

This step was a method of shrinking the ground into an inch, but because all three streets were sealed, he only retreated to the edge of the street, and the illusory fingerprints were approaching again.

But Qingyuan had the opportunity to breathe, and got up, and pointed the white jade ruler in his hand forward.

The illusory fingerprints are transparent and colorless, but like mountains, with a shocking and suffocating feeling and a cold feeling full of murderous intent.

Thunder patterns burst out from Qingyuan's forearm, and his mana was transformed through the thunder pattern to the white jade ruler. The thunder pattern along the ruler turned into a thunder ray of thunder.

The white jade ruler suddenly turned red and white, with mixed lights, and the spirit of domineering and sharpness turned into a thunder magic sword.

Touch gently.

The Thunder Sword and the Illusory Finger Seal touched together.

The air in the middle twisted in an instant, causing ripples like water rays.

Everything seemed to be silent.

The staggering feeling of stagnation is a little heavier.

"cut!"

A word suddenly burst out from Qingyuan's mouth, like a thunderclap in a sunny day.

The illusory fingerprints cracked from it and disappeared without a trace.

Qingfeng's pupils suddenly shrank.

Originally, Qingyuan could definitely not defeat his Taoist practice in the real human realm... But there were eight fire dragon Taos, which were comparable to his own eight fire dragons, and at this moment, he actually destroyed his ancient Yue Shenshou.

It's really unexpected.

And Qingyuan was also a little restless, but in fact he was already a little lucky.

Just now, Qingfeng should have used the ancient Yue Killing God Finger, which is also a fairy technique, with great power... But he has no such magic technique to compete with. He can only use Jun Shangli's sword insights to turn the thunder magic magic power into a thunder magic sword, and then rely on the extraordinary treasure of the White Jade Ruler and the strong strength of his own energy to use the Ice God Tu Yuan Sword obtained from the Shenju Pavilion to deal with this fairy finger seal.

It seemed that he had cut open the illusory fingerprints by one foot, but in fact, he integrated all these things under that foot just now, and barely cut open the Qingfeng ancient Yue Shenshu Finger. It was really not easy.

"That foot of sword technique is not a fairy technique, but it breaks my ancient Yue Shenshou finger."

Qingfeng nodded slightly and said, "Then let's see if you can stop my magic..."

Before he could finish his words, he had raised his hand, with no light in his hand, only a whistling sound.

That's the sound of the wind.

The wind is invisible, but things mixed with the wind, such as dust, drizzle, clouds and mist, appear the shape of the wind.

In Qingfeng's hands, there was a gust of wind.

The wind was light at first, then accelerated, then whistled, then turned into a strong wind, and finally rolled into a thread and shrank in the palm.

However, the ups and downs of the breath can cause waves in the sea and the roar of the waves, which is no less than the hurricanes generated by the world.

However, when such infinite power is condensed into one palm, how powerful should it be?

"There is no scenery in all directions..." (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!