Junior Disciple C

The earth trembled for a few breaths, and as the floating island was divided into two, the tremor slowly stopped.

The island became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

However, for the big and small monks and monsters on the floating island, it is impossible to pretend that nothing happened.

The complete island was broken into two halves, and the peninsula was separated by a trench that was several meters deep. Some monks who had just walked together and were only a few steps away could only stand on the shores of the islands on both sides, looking at each other across the sea.

The land is full of deep ravines. Although the fractures of the islands are flat, the fragile geological layers collapsed a second time during the tremors. Tortoise-like cracks covered the ground at the edge of the peninsula, and there were also loose strata from time to time. Sliding down the trench.

When the tremors occurred, everyone had no time to talk or think, and could only desperately search for a safe place to avoid this natural disaster.

Yes, natural disasters.In the eyes of most people, they just happened to encounter the rare earthquake in a century.

Because they didn't see the flashing light, even if someone saw it, they didn't recognize it as the sword light that split the floating island. After all, how could it be possible?

Splitting mountains and breaking seas, don't say that monks in the Nascent Soul stage can't do it, even the mighty one who broke through the Dao stage a hundred years ago may not be able to do it.

Such power, presumably only the legendary gods in the heavens can do it.

Like the restored calm land, the waves are no longer turbulent, whether it is on the sea surface or below the sea surface.

Hao Chen looked at the folding fan in his hand in disbelief, which was only half left. Thanks to him holding the fan horizontally at that time, the fan was barely a complete fan.

Only the length has shrunk.

It was originally the size of a normal folding fan, with a length of two palms, and it could completely cover the face when unfolded.

But now... Hao Chen held the bottom end of the fan handle with his fingers, and lifted the fan up to his face. After his own practice, this mini folding fan, which is only half the length of the previous one, can barely cover the air. Cover his mouth and nose.

He put the mini folding fan in his palm for comparison. The small fan is now only the size of a palm, not enough for him to hold it completely with his hands, so he can only squeeze it carefully with his fingertips.

This is made by the tail feathers that he only sheds once every thousand years!

Although he has lived for so long, and the fallen tail feathers made more than one folding fan, he still feels very sad.

But apart from the heartache, it was even more shocking. What kind of sword was that Feng Ye? From a distance of three kilometers, he was cut off by the sword energy alone, which was several levels higher than the heavenly magic weapon. Folding fan?

And it's no wonder that Feng Ye is so good at using swords, but he never carries his sword with him. He feels that this sword is always with him. No matter what the place is, even if it is a deep sea where the sky is not visible, this sword has the power to cut mountains and seas. His peerless blade will still break through many obstacles and be summoned.

"Hehe." Hao Chen suddenly let out a low laugh. The broken fan did not prevent him from continuing to shake the fan with his fingers.

He was not deterred by this shocking sword, but his fighting spirit was high.

This is the opponent worthy of fighting against him!

It seems that all his previous reservations were actually an insult. For a rival like Feng Ye, going all out is the respect he deserves.

Hao Chen put the small folding fan the size of a palm into his sleeve, so what if the magic weapon is cut off?After all, it's just something outside of him, and his strength doesn't need other things to set it off.

He raised his hand towards the front, which was where Feng Ye was.

The sea water that had calmed down was once again turbulent, and the fine ice spread around him, and the sea water condensed into arrows, thousands of arrows.

Every arrow pointed at Feng Ye.

There is no need for a bow string to drive it, Hao Chen's spiritual power as huge as the ocean is the most powerful thrust.

The number of Frost Arrows was still increasing, Hao Chen raised his hand forward with a false grip, and when the arrows were fully prepared, all arrows were fired.

In the sea area three kilometers away, Feng Ye was floating in the sea water, the place was no longer dark and gloomy, and as he split the floating island, the rock layers covering the water surface were also cut through by his sword.

Faint lights spilled from the sky, illuminating the deep sea.

The brilliance of the sword in his hand flowed, and the black mist surged under the light, and the two intertwined without distinguishing each other.

He frowned slightly, looking into the distance.

The murderous intent has been revealed, and the battle is far from over.

The corners of Feng Ye's lips were suddenly bent, and he had concealed it until now, but he didn't want to expose himself.But today, since we have reached this point, why not fight with all our strength?

He also raised his right hand forward, with the tip of his sword facing the distance.

Some people crown the sword with the name of a gentleman in the army, but no matter how beautified and concealed, it cannot get rid of one fact.

Swordsman, a sharp weapon for killing.

This is a weapon born for killing. Who is not good at fighting a sword?

Feng Ye is not an exception, but he has never shown this in front of Fang Yang. On the contrary, he seems a bit indifferent to the world, otherwise he would not be regarded as a soft persimmon by Lu Chengye.

Because when it comes to fighting, the two sides must be evenly matched. Otherwise, if the strength is one-sided, it is called massacre. Feng Ye is good at fighting, but he is not easy to bully the weak.

Whether it's Fang Yang and Lu Chengye, or the rest of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, if they want to be evenly matched with him, the difference is too far, too far.

Like a sword in its sheath, Feng Ye has always been in a suppressed state.But right now, he looked at the water stream that was gently parting in front of him, just a single movement of raising his sword and hand, without using any force at all, the water stream in front of him separated with the movement of the sword edge.

He showed his sharpness, so why be afraid of a fight!

Even, deep in his heart, he was vaguely looking forward to a powerful opponent to challenge him.For thousands of years, he may not have fought happily for a long time.

As for whether Hao Chen is qualified or not, that will be decided after the battle!

If the fighting spirit can be turned into reality for comparison, then the two people at the two ends of the sea must be equal.

They struck at the same time, Feng Ye moved his sword back slightly, the muscles of his right arm tightened, and he was about to swing the second sword.

And Hao Chenqu's index finger was slowly straightened, he was like a general commanding thousands of troops, and the ice arrows floating around him were his army.

The index finger he pointed directly at was the marching bugle, and the soldiers and horses moved at the sound of the bugle.

As Hao Chen straightened his index finger, the Frost Arrow trembled slightly, like a war horse being ordered to stand restlessly on the spot.The arrow is on the string, ready to go!

However, just before the two of them were about to fight unreservedly, the floating island began to shake again.

This shaking is not limited to the island itself, the same goes for the sea water.

Feng Ye and Hao Chen paused at the same time. They looked at the sky at the same time, at the boundary of this small world. There was a faint crack in the sky. Behind the crack was the vast universe and endless void.

Why are there powerful gods only in the heavens, but never in the other three thousand worlds, large and small?

Because the small world is not enough to withstand the power of the gods, but the small world itself has the ability to maintain its own stability, which will restrain the power of the gods to a certain extent.

Therefore, even if there are gods traveling in the lower realm, it will not have any impact on the stability of the world.

But this does not include the already precarious Floating Island Secret Realm.It was already in danger, and the two god-level figures were still planning to fight here without any scruples.

Before they really took action, the leaked power alone had already caused such a shock in the Floating Island Secret Realm. If they really took action, the Floating Island Secret Realm had completely collapsed before they could decide the winner.

To cause a world to collapse, and to affect tens of thousands of souls in it, is a great sin.

Therefore, even though Hao Chen had no sympathy for mortals, he was forced to withdraw, and the ice arrow melted and turned into water again.

Feng Ye also withdrew his hand, and the sword edge turned into broken light and shadow in his hand, and slowly dispersed.

Fang Yang, who was directly above Feng Ye, saw the ground shaking again, and thought it was an aftershock, he quickly half-dragged Cao Zirui, who was in a coma, and half-carried him to an open area to prevent the fallen trees from hitting them.

He had roughly bandaged the wound on Cao Zirui's shoulder just now, and the bleeding was finally stopped.

The external injury was actually not too serious, but Fang Yang didn't know about the internal injury.

After all, every arrow shot by Lu Chengye was faced by Cao Zirui who was holding the Water Soul Orb.

Anyway, it can't be light, otherwise Cao Zirui wouldn't be awake until now.But Fang Yang doesn't know how to heal his wounds. In the storage bag, there are only wound medicines for external injuries and elixir for internal injuries, which he can't afford.

But if he couldn't afford it, he couldn't afford it. Cao Zirui must have something like a treasure chest in his pocket.But Fang Yang couldn't open Cao Zirui's storage bag, so he could only wait for Cao Zirui to wake up by himself.

But right now, Cao Zirui showed no sign of waking up.

The ground shook so violently that he didn't even move his eyelids.Fang Yang hugged Cao Zirui to his knees so that he would not be hit by the trembling stones on the ground.

The tremor stopped quickly, and the aftershocks came and went suddenly.

Fang Yang stared at Cao Zirui's sleeping face for a while, and thought it was boring to watch a man sleep, so he couldn't help but took out the golden arrow that he picked up that was broken into two pieces and studied it.

This is the golden arrow chasing them all the way, like killing their lives.

Now that the fire was gone, the spiritual power stored in the arrow body also dissipated with the fracture.

This has turned into scrap copper and rotten iron, worthless.

But Fang Yang still concentrated on watching. He was looking at the fracture of the arrow body, which was flat and smooth.

It was severed by a sharp weapon.Fang Yang thought to himself.

When he rushed to the ground, his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't look behind him at all, so naturally he didn't see the flashing sword light.

He didn't know what cut off the golden arrow, and he didn't know what happened to the ground that suddenly cracked.

But he knew that it must have been done by the mysterious big brother in the bamboo piece, he is indeed very powerful!

Holding the bamboo piece hanging around his neck, Fang Yang thought excitedly, he won the bet!

I don't know who this big brother is, if he is nearby, or how would he save himself?

Is it possible that it can still be like the words in the storybook, breaking the void?

Fang Yang's brain, which was poisoned by the script, was full of wild ideas. While thinking wildly, he couldn't help but look forward to seeing each other.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard someone calling his name behind him.

"Fang Yang."

Fang Yang turned his head following the voice, and saw Senior Brother Waste Chai whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

When Fang Yang saw Feng Ye, his eyes widened with excitement. He subconsciously wanted to stand up and run to Feng Ye's side, but just as he moved, he remembered that Cao Zirui was still asleep on his lap, so he could only hold back. down.

But he still showed a smile to Feng Ye, it was great to see Senior Brother Huai Chai again, Senior Brother Huai Chai must not know what he went through in the past half day, they were almost separated forever.

Looking at Fang Yang's smile, Feng Ye couldn't help but smile slightly.Regardless of whether the identity is exposed or not, it is always worth it.

Fang Yang had a lot to say, but when he reached the point of his mouth, he turned a corner when he noticed Feng Ye's tattered Taoist robe full of cracks: "What's the matter with your clothes?"

He only asked about the clothes, not about the injuries.Because Feng Ye was not injured at all, what was exposed under the torn fabric of his clothes were muscles with clear texture, not a wound that was ripped apart.

Unexpectedly, the body of the good-for-nothing senior brother who is neglected in cultivation is still so good. He originally thought it should be a whole piece of fat.Fang Yang chose not to say this sentence.

Feng Ye's eyes wandered, and he was about to make up an excuse to fool him when he heard footsteps approaching from far away.

The man in the white Taoist robe walked up to them, showing a look of surprise: "I never expected to meet you here, fellow Taoist Feng Ye, we are really destined." Hao Chen said with a light smile.

There is a ghost.Feng Ye slandered, slander belongs to slander, but he didn't expose Hao Chen.What happened at the bottom of the sea, the two tacitly decided not to admit it.

"Brother Hao!" Fang Yang's eyes lit up again when he saw Hao Chen, and it seemed that he was right in saying that if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a future.After experiencing the danger of surviving death, his only two acquaintances miraculously appeared in front of him.

Hao Chen nodded to Fang Yang, and then turned all his attention to Feng Ye.

The first time he saw the tattered Taoist robe hanging on his body, he pretended to be surprised and said, "What's the matter, Fellow Daoist Feng Ye? But what kind of ferocious monster did you encounter, and why did you get into such a mess?"

His tone is concerned, but his tone is not at all.When he mentioned the word "wolf", he had a playful smile, after all, it was his good deed.

"It seems that Fellow Daoist Hao Chen has been going well for half a day?" Feng Ye replied.

Hao Chen deliberately lowered his head and glanced at his intact sleeves, the meaning was self-evident.Although the fight with Feng Ye didn't end, but on the surface, he was already the winner.

So his tone couldn't help being smug: "It's okay, it should be a little smoother than Fellow Daoist Feng Ye."

People's habitual movements cannot be changed in a short period of time. Without realizing it, Hao Chen involuntarily stretched his hand into his sleeve, took out his mini folding fan that was no longer the size of a palm, and placed it in front of him to fan it. Fanned.

Fang Yang: "..."

It seems that you are no better than Brother Waste Chai!

Fang Yang looked at the mini folding fan that had to be picked up with fingers, and complained in his heart.