With one against two, Yu Xiao can only take the initiative by striking first.

Half a year ago, when facing Meng Zhifan and the others, he would probably have had no choice but to run for his life, but now he is also a monk at the sixth level of Qi Refining, and his strength is no longer what it used to be.

Facing monks in the late stage of Qi refining, it may not be impossible for them to fight.

Sooner or later, facing the incoming spiritual handprint, Yu Xiao did not dodge or dodge, and activated the small blue shield tightly held in his hand.

Buzz!

As the blue light curtain flashed by in front of him, the spiritual palm print seemed to hit the iron plate, and it immediately collapsed, turning into a wild air flow that stirred up ripples in the surrounding space.

On the other side, Meng Zhixing had a serious expression and a sinister look on his brows. He was obviously still worried about Yu Xiao's escape from him last time, or he felt guilty for Meng Zhifan's death.

The Meng family is a small family, and there is not even a single Foundation-building monk in the family.

Meng Zhifan has already reached the sixth level of Qi Refining. With his qualifications, if nothing unexpected happens, the later stage of Qi Refining is a sure thing.

In the future, if the Meng family is willing to spend more resources, they may be able to successfully build the foundation.

In addition, Meng Zhifan is also one of the few young people in the Meng family who can take charge of his own business. Now his loss has dealt a huge blow to the Meng family, and it is almost difficult to make up for it in a short time.

Especially after the last siege of Futaba Island, the Meng family's situation became even worse.

Not only did they invest a lot of spiritual stones in setting up the formation barrier and refining the soul-chasing needle beforehand, but many clan members also died during the process. Afterwards, they were worried all day long because of Yu Xiao's escape, for fear that the Fuguang Sect would suddenly kill him.

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Their small family had no choice but to make this choice in order to survive. If Fuguang Sect knew about this, their entire Meng family would be destroyed.

All this is thanks to Yu Xiao, so there is not only a simple hatred between them, but also a threat from survival.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhixing lightly scratched the storage bag, turned over his hand and held out a flaming knife, poured his magic power into it, rolled up the boundless flames, and pressed towards Yu Xiao overwhelmingly.

Such a terrifying high temperature was enough to turn a hill into ashes. However, Yu Xiao was in it, like a fish swimming in the sea. Not only did he not suffer any harm, but he felt comfortable.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the flames quickly extinguish and disappear when they get close to him.

This scene resembles ice and snow melting rapidly under the sun.

Yu Xiao just ran the "Taiyin Seventy-Two Chapter" technique, and the blue water droplets wandering in the sea of ​​​​qi immediately emitted a cold air, instantly canceling out all the flames around him.

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Meng Zhixing was shocked and found it difficult to accept.

This flame knife was a mid-grade magic weapon, but now it was like a toy in his hand, which was really incredible.

He was very unwilling to do so and immediately injected mana into the flame knife again, hoping to increase the burning intensity of the flame.

However, at this time, the old man on the side saw something and stopped him: "Zhixing, don't waste your magic power. This kid knows the secret of fire control. No matter how much flames are used, it will be useless to him."

Hearing this, Meng Zhixing was certainly not convinced, but he still listened to the old man's words and did not continue to try to burn Yu Xiao to death.

At this point, he did better than Meng Zhifan.

When monks walk in the world of immortality, they sometimes rely on experience and lessons. The older generation has quite a lot of experience in this area. Listen to their words and take advantage or not, at least you won't suffer a loss.

Just when Meng Zhixing was about to give up, Yu Xiao took action again with a stern look in his eyes.

At some point, a precious fan appeared in his hand. When the fan was blowing, all the flames around him gathered together, turning into countless firebirds fluttering and flying, forming a long river of flames in mid-air, bombarding Meng Zhixing wildly.

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There is an old saying that says, look for soft persimmons.

The old man of the Meng family is a monk in the late stage of Qi refining. Yu Xiao may not have an advantage in a one-on-one situation, not to mention that there is a Meng Zhixing of the same level beside him, so the pressure he faces will be even greater.

Comparing the two, the latter is much easier to bully.

Regardless of whether it is from a tactical or strategic perspective, taking out Meng Zhixing first will give the old man of the Meng family a certain blow from both a psychological and physical level.

Meng Zhixing is not stupid, not to mention that his own cultivation level is not weak either. Among his opponents at the same level, he is still above average.

Of course, this is compared with casual cultivators. If compared with those disciples of large sects, they will be somewhat inferior.

He calmly tapped the void, and the seals fell one by one, and the aura around him surged to form a solid barrier of golden light.

At the same time, another magic weapon was sacrificed, a jade bottle covered with blue patterns. Meng Zhixing shook the bottle gently, and countless golden sand flew out from the mouth of the bottle, forming a line of earth around him.

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Boom! Boom!

More than a dozen Firebirds collided with it, causing the golden light barrier to fluctuate violently and teetering on the verge of collapse, and the aura on its surface quickly dimmed.

With a final click, the golden light barrier couldn't hold on and burst apart, and more firebirds rushed towards the earthen wall made of sand.

The strange thing is that as soon as these firebirds came into contact with the sand grains, they turned into flame foam and disappeared with a pop.

Seeing this scene, Yu Xiao showed a hint of surprise, while the old man of the Meng family nodded happily.

In fact, he had planned to take action to neutralize the attack before, but after seeing Meng Zhixing's discreet behavior, he gave up the idea and was very happy in his heart.

The members of the Meng family don't seem to be much worse than the registered disciples of the Fuguang Sect.

Judging from his calm personality, he has a better chance of becoming a foundation-building monk than Meng Zhifan. For this, the Meng family still needs a lot of training. By then, the Meng family will also be able to live a good life.

However, Meng Zhixing did not notice at this time that Yu Xiao's fingers tapped lightly on his sleeve, and a black shadow quietly blended into the firebird and shot out at an extremely fast speed.

The whole process is silent and almost imperceptible.

However, this move still attracted the attention of the old man from the Meng family, who suddenly screamed in his heart.

"Zhixing! Be careful with that magic weapon!"

He just issued a warning, but it was too late. At this time, Meng Zhixing couldn't react at all. The old man from the Meng family bit his tongue without hesitation, spat out a mouthful of blood, and cast spells with both hands like wheels.

The essence and blood began to expand when exposed to the wind, frantically absorbing the vitality of the surrounding world, and then quickly contracted, turning into a faint light, and crashed towards the small bronze sword like a ghost.

Seeing this, Yu Xiao's heart flashed with fierceness, and he must not let the other party ruin his plan.

Immediately, he patted the storage bag lightly, and the treasure fan in his hand suddenly turned into a dark ancient mirror. Then mana was poured into it, and the dim mirror surface rippled, as if a stone had fallen into the water.

Yu Xiao aimed the mirror at the incoming light and threw it casually. The moment it touched the mirror, it disappeared. Instead of passing through from behind, it flew into the mirror.

Click!

The next moment, before he could make any reaction, the dark ancient mirror in his hand could not withstand the backlash of the powerful energy absorbed by Youmang, and it was torn apart from the middle and shattered into debris on the ground.

The ghost light that had not been completely absorbed and the powerful backlash burst out at the same time, and the terrifying spiritual energy shock made Yu Xiao dizzy, and the energy and blood in his body rolled.

What's worse is that the power released by the Youmang shocked Yu Xiao's internal organs to the point that they were about to burst. The magic power in his body was also in chaos, and his aura instantly became much weaker.

But the results of this switch are worth it.

Although Meng Zhixing finally noticed Yu Xiao's hidden killing move and gathered all the sand grains in the jade bottle together, this was obviously not enough to withstand the attack of the small bronze sword.

Those earthen walls composed of sand grains, under the cold light emitted by the small bronze sword, were like foam boards. They only symbolically blocked it for a while, and then passed through.

In just the blink of an eye, a blood hole as big as a bowl appeared on Meng Zhixing's chest from behind. His internal organs were shattered into a pile of flesh under the huge impact, and the whole person was so dead that he could no longer die.

Although Yu Xiao still cannot exert its full power, this small bronze sword with thirty-six restrictions can already exert 80% of its power.
Chapter completed!