The sword light was cold and ice, and the visible cold wind danced with Daoyangzi's sword flower. Others escaped with the sword light, as they were as lively as the wind, and they were sometimes on the top and sometimes on the bottom. The flames he hit withered and disappeared quickly in the sword light.

Yi Yan did not chase, nor even approached. No matter where Dao Yangzi's body hidden in the sword light turned, Yi Yan and him kept a distance of about thirty steps.

This is the Sun Essence Fire, which is very different from Yi Yan's first casting of this spell. There are complete changes in both the speed and power of the casting.

He draws magical talisman lines in the void with the sword in his hand, based on divine power, the sharp aura in the spirit sword and the destructive and resentment gathered in the divine power, making the sun essence fire more domineering and aggressive.

Yi Yan walked with the sword, stepping on the air step under his feet. With one step, a layer of golden light shrouded his steps made his steps unpredictable, as if he was floating above the waves, floating with the waves, suddenly disappearing, and suddenly appearing. With the stroke of the sword, with occasional stabbing, there was a great flame in this space, and he would disappear at the moment the sword stabbed out, which was integrated into the art of breaking through the air.

A ray of dawn shone through the vast clouds and mist on the boundless earth. When it shone on a place in Luoxiao Mountain, flames emerged in the void.

The flames were strangely floating and illusory. A ball of sword light rushed left and right, suddenly went straight to the sky, and then turned to the ground. The sword light passed by was rolling over, and the grass and trees turned into pieces. In just a moment, it was burned into ashes by the flames transformed in the void.

The valley was burning with flames everywhere, and there were already people watching from the mountains or in the void. Of course, they recognized Daoyangzi as Shushan at a glance. Under the sharp sword light, all spells would be shattered and sharp. No sect in the world had such pure and sharpness. No, there was only Shushan.

However, the strange and terrifying flames made those who looked at them from afar even more shocked. They could not personally experience the power of the flames, but they could imagine that what could trap the disciples of Shushan would be simple.

Their eyes couldn't help but focus on the figure wandering outside the flame circle in the sky. It was a person who could not see the experience. The black robe and the hazy light wrapped around them made it difficult for everyone to see clearly.

Daoyangzi was more and more shocked. He thought it was just an ordinary flame, but when the sword slashed the first flame, he knew that he had underestimated this person who had been in a very embarrassing past year, but was still alive and stronger.

However, when he wanted to break through a path with the Lingfeng Sword in his hand and strangle Yi Yan directly, he found that everything was not that easy. The flames in the void where he was seemed to melt the world. He felt a kind of burning and dull pressure. The sword in his hand seemed to suddenly become much heavier, and the sword light was not as sharp as before.

His spiritual consciousness seemed to be burning by the flames, and an inexplicable sense of danger arose in his heart.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Although he was shocked, he was not confused. He only wrapped his sword light around him and scattered the flames that had evolved from nothingness around him. When the first ray of sunlight on the sky shone on him, he found that the color of the flames was even more intense, and the flames were hard to be wiped out with one sword.

He suddenly realized in his heart and thought, "Is this the sun's essence fire?"

He is a disciple of Shushan and has read the records in the classics that "The Taoist ancestor set up a elixir furnace on the nine heavens, and induced the sun's essence and fire to refine the Nine Yang Golden Elixir."

Spells don’t matter how high and low are powerful, but how people use them.

This sun essence fire is now used by Yi Yan to have a mysterious feeling. Dao Yangzi is not obsessed with it for a while and if he cannot escape, he is afraid that he will die in it.

He himself knew it very well, because his spiritual consciousness and the spiritual power on his body were consumed too quickly, and they were burned invisibly.

The sword light bloomed, and it was like a cold plum blossom spitting out a letter around Daoyangzi, touching the flames that were transformed from the void, and the two disappeared instantly.

The flames around him were empty in an instant, and at this moment he suddenly stabbed the sword in his hand. The moment the sword was stabbed out, several inches of sword light burst out in his eyes. Not only did he see, but a layer of sharp sword light surged into his body, and he was like a sword.

The sword he stabbed out flashed with a flash and disappeared into nothingness.

He is a Shushan sword cultivator, and he can never just defend. The sword disappears, as if it has penetrated the void. The sword light flashes in the distance, and the sword light is dazzling and slashes.

Under the sword light, Yi Yan's figure seemed to be transparent, and he clearly saw that Yi Yan's eyebrows and eyes were not panic or fearful.

The sword fell and the man was destroyed, but there was no blood on the ground, and the flames between heaven and earth did not go, and the sword fell into nothing.

Daoyangzi was surprised again, because Yi Yan did not use any magical powers specifically just now, but as if he had expected that he would have that sword, he naturally escaped.

Yi Yan appeared in another place, but just when he was about to chase him again with a sword, he found that he felt a little powerless. He was shocked and found that there were already sunlight rushing up around him. At first glance, it looked like the golden flowers that were shining on the waves.

He pointed like a sword, and stroked in the void and the flames disappeared again. However, a hot air in his body rushed into his dantian along his fingers, which made his spiritual power not functioning.

He reached out and grabbed it in the void. The Lingfeng Sword was already in his hand. He stared at Yi Yan deeply again. He understood that he could not catch Yi Yan, let alone kill him.

Looking up, a rain of fire fell, the surrounding flames condensed, and the flames surged on the ground. In an instant, it was almost a Jedi here.

The flames turned his face red. Yi Yan pointed at the long sword in his hand in the distance, and flames from all directions rushed towards Daoyangzi.

"boom……"

A ball of flames of half an acre size appeared there, and the people watching from a distance were shocked.

"He is dead, Daoyangzi is dead."

Yi Yan knew not. He saw Dao Yangzi finally take out a token-like thing and press it into the void. A portal appeared in the void distance, and he took a step into it at the last moment.

Yi Yan dispersed his spell, slowly returned the sword to the sheath, and turned around and left.

This is the first time he has not used the two treasures and magical powers of Yin and Yang Sword Gourd and Soul-Seeing Demon Eyes, to force the enemy back with the spells he has learned and fusion over so long.

The battle between Yi Yan and Dao Yangzi was not long, and it could even be said to be short-lived, but Yi Yan's spell surprised many people, including the red-haired ghost king staring at a dark place.

He recognized Yi Yan from the words of the Axe Demon General last night, and he still kept in mind the two treasures on him. It's okay for Shushan Sword Gourd. Even if he gets it, he cannot exert his powerful power. It may also cause great trouble in Shushan. However, the pair of soul-catching demon eyes have endless potential, so he couldn't help but be moved.

He thought in his heart that he and the Axe Demon God General recognized Yi Yan and must take action in front of the Axe Demon God General, but now he found that he might not be an opponent. Although he had confidence in his magic, Yi Yan was able to repel Shushan Daoyangzi without using the soul-catching demon eyes, which was greatly beyond the expectations of the Red Haired Ghost King.

His eyes were glowing red, and he hid in a dark place and looked at Yi Yan. He wanted to see how much strength Yi Yan still had, so he could be sure that Yi Yan would have to consume such a great amount of money, but he didn't know how much it was.

When Yi Yan left, he did not use spells anymore, but left very normally. However, despite this, no one could tell how much strength Yi Yan still has.

"Who is this?"

Such questions arise in many people's minds.

It was still the inconspicuous top of the mountain. Zhao Yue was standing there. He did not see the battle between Daoyangzi and Yi Yan, otherwise he would have come to help.

A ray of sunshine shone on his face, reflecting half red and half dark. His appearance is so harmonious with his body and standing posture, upright, exuding a sense of majesty, just like his sword.

Suddenly, he sensed a strong fluctuation, and his face changed slightly, but his standing posture still did not change, but his hand holding the sword tightened a little.

A door suddenly appeared in the void, with complex cloud patterns on it, and the edges seemed to be directly connected from nothingness. The entire door looked thick and mysterious, and one person stepped out of the door one step.

Zhao Yue could not see anything from the dark and nothingness gate. He only saw that his junior brother Daoyangzi looked extremely embarrassed, his hair was half burned, and there was still a burning fire on his clothes. The most attractive thing was that the spiritual wind sword in Daoyangzi's hand was greatly damaged, and it was covered with black scorching marks.

His nose moved slightly and frowned and said, "Sun Essence Fire? Have you encountered the Fire Demon?" In his opinion, the residual sun essence fire aura on his body was that he encountered the Fire Demon. The Fire Demon's spell of fame was "Nine Heavens Yuanyang True Fire". Otherwise, Daoyangzi would not have used the "Wuya Lingmen" that is not among ordinary disciples in Shushan to escape.

"No, it's Yi Yan." Daoyangzi took a deep breath and said, "I almost suffered a great loss this time. Unexpectedly, he actually learned the magic of condensing the sun's essence fire. I think even the fire demon is just like this."

Zhao Yue was surprised again. He thought that Daoyangzi would be so embarrassed when he met the fire demon who had been famous for decades, but he did not expect that it would be Yi Yan.

Just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly changed and he suddenly turned around. He saw a woman standing on the treetops not far behind him. The woman was wearing a blue Taoist robe, holding a Taoist bun, a pair of slender eyebrows, and a pair of phoenix eyes that showed endless arrogance. She looked down at Zhao Yue and Daoyangzi, faint, but endless indifference.

"I am Zhao Yue, Shushan, I wonder what this fellow Taoist is saying to come here?"

Although the woman standing on the treetops and undulating with the wind exuded a chill, Zhao Yue felt a strong pressure, and knew that this person must be amazing, he still asked in that calm and steady tone, and he didn't want to fall into the reputation of Shushan.

"I heard him say that no one in this world dares to draw swords from Shushan disciples. I want to know what's sophisticated in Shushan's swordsmanship." Her voice was very cold, and there was a sense of arrogance and loftyness in the cold.

Zhao Yue narrowed his eyes, and his hand holding the sword tightened again. The spiritual power in his body ran rapidly and said slowly: "Then I will understand the magical powers of fellow Taoists. I don't know where the Friend Fairy Mountain?"

"Do I? I don't know. I woke up from the snowy mountain that should be the highest in the world. I don't remember the name or anything, I just remember the sword is called Yaoguang."

The woman in the costume voice was extremely cold. As she spoke, sheathless sword blade appeared on her right hand at some point. The sword blade was like ice, faintly transparent, hazy with a layer of light blue smoke, which was particularly beautiful in the rising sun.

The woman in Taoist dress was just looking at the blade in her hand while talking, with a confused look in her eyes, but her voice was still so cold and arrogant: "If you can take my sword, I will let you leave."

Although Zhao Yue was filled with anger, this anger also ignited his fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!