"boom!"
The flying crane soared into the sky, and the sword light scattered in all directions instantly penetrated the lightning and thunder clouds in the sky.
"Hey!"
Although the white cranes dispersed the lightning that filled the sky, they themselves were also seriously injured, and the weaker ones were directly destroyed in the explosive lightning.
The immeasurable pure white aura surged, and white cranes shuttled through it, quickly returning to their original state.
The crane feathers on his body are as white as snow. If you look closely, you can see that the crane feathers are clearly sharp sword lights.
As Yan Xinyuan recited the holy words, white cranes fluttered their wings in the void to form an alternative Taoist formation.
The pure white sword light of all the white cranes merged into one, turning into a sword crane with fierce sword energy, blocking the real dragon transformed by Yang Hongyuan with his natal immortal weapon, the Heavenly Ruler.
There were bursts of dragon chants, purple light clouds kept surging, and the thousand-foot-long purple dragon kept hitting Yan Xinyuan who was at the core of the sword crane.
However, hundreds of white cranes seemed to be one, and as the formation changed, the silhouette of the huge white crane also kept changing. Coupled with the pure white sword light surrounding the whole body, it actually blocked Yang Hongyuan's natal immortal weapon.
"The sky is full of cold dew and dampness."
While the two sides were in a stalemate, Yan Xinyuan took action again.
The beautiful scenery of rolling clouds and sea and sky suddenly turned aside, the wind was biting and the dusk was heavy.
Cranes roared in the sky, and the dew-colored sword light quickly condensed. The sword energy exploded, and the sword light split into hundreds or thousands of rays in an instant. Wherever it passed, the air instantly became frosty.
Following Yan Xinyuan's loud shout, thick dew aura filled the air, and hundreds of dew-green sword lights blasted towards the purple dragon with earth-shattering momentum.
Without the help of thunder clouds and lightning all over the sky, the power of the purple dragon was already a bit weaker, and it was defeated by the White Crane Sword.
Guang spent a lot of energy, and now he was unable to withstand the attack of Han Lu's sword energy.
As the purple clouds rolled, accompanied by Kunshan's jade-like sound, the purple dragon collapsed, revealing the true form of the Heavenly Ruler.
Naturally, Yang Hongyuan would not sit back and watch his natal immortal weapon be damaged. The jade certificate of creation suddenly swelled in size, and the holy immortal light hung down, blocking all the thousands of sword lights.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of sword lights fell on the jade-white fairy light, and a dense sound suddenly came out.
Yang Hongyuan stretched out his hand and caught the Heavenly Measurement Ruler that flew back. Pure immortal energy poured in, and the dim light of the Heavenly Measurement Ruler suddenly regained its former Baohua fairy light.
Yan Xinyuan couldn't help but feel excited when he saw that he had defeated Yang Hongyuan's natal immortal weapon.
Since arriving in Jiutian, this mysterious Jiutian Xuanzun has put great pressure on Yan Xinyuan.
At this moment, Yang Hongyuan's magical weapon was successfully repelled. Not only did he gain the upper hand, he also leveled the battle situation again.
Yan Xinyuan succeeded with one blow, so he naturally wanted to pursue the victory.
"Birds will fly away from thousands of mountains, and all traces of people will be wiped out."
Bits of cold dew condensed in the air quickly condensed into ice crystals and frost. The pure white snow suddenly descended, turning the space boundary into a world of ice and snow.
"Hey!"
White cranes screamed mournfully, and when they fluttered their wings into the sky, they turned into streaks of clear pure white sword light, which were soaked by the clear dew and cold snow and became covered with a layer of ice-white fairy light.
"It's no wonder he is the descendant of the Yasheng, the Great Luo Immortal of the Confucian clan!"
If just now Yang Hongyuan only admired Yan Xinyuan's connection and transformation between his supernatural powers, now he is full of admiration.
The light rain, the flying swallows, the bright moon and the rising tide, and the blowing jade and cold pipes are a system of magical powers.
White cranes soar into the sky, cold autumn dew and snow
Subdued Bird Jue, the three are another system of magical powers.
But the six of them can be superimposed to form a more powerful magical system. This is the heritage of a great Luo Immortal who was born in the top family in the starry sky and has been in the starry sky for tens of thousands of years.
With Yang Hongyuan's current status as a monk, he would be able to block this magical power by activating the Jade Order of Creation and using the Heaven-Mending Immortal Technique.
But by this point in the fight, both sides had almost understood each other's strength. Yang Hongyuan couldn't hold himself back for a long time. How could he just be beaten without fighting back.
Exuding Meng Menghao
The jade certificate of creation of light continued to shrink and fall back to the top as it rotated. Yang Hongyuan, who had fallen into the void, stood up.
Pushing the purple and gold nine-gong crown on his head, five streams of fresh air came out of his chest, and a square of Qingyun appeared on the top, and two clear purple lotuses appeared on the Qingyun.
But the two flowers on the top have already appeared, and there are five qi in the chest. The mighty Daluo Middle Stage is soaring into the sky, and the ice crystal sword light with a radius of a hundred miles turns into nothingness in an instant.
The mighty Da Luo Xianyuan was mobilized, and as he kneaded the hand, the entire void suddenly surged, and the space barrier trembled with the impact of invisible energy.
Yang Hongyuan's purple Taoist robe fluttered, his hair moved slightly, and he made quick secrets in his hands.
I saw countless thunderclouds appearing in the void, as if they turned into a giant thunder sea net appearing in mid-air.
What's even more strange is that the giant thunder sea net is not like the ink cloud that was summoned just now, but is emitting a purple light!
Yan Xinyuan saw that he had repelled Yang Hongyuan's Immortal Ruler, and he wanted to continue his efforts and cut down the vast sword light superimposed with six magical powers.
But as Yang Hongyuan released the five qi in his chest and raised the double flowers, a terrifying instinct appeared in the depths of his soul.
Thinking about the great power before
The purple thunder dragon, he had to control the urge to turn around and run away.
The natal immortal sword that was originally shot away was recalled by him, turning into a white stream of light and passing through the void. At the same time, the cold sword light of the various skills also reversed one after another, and quickly formed a sword formation to protect his body.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a loud thunderbolt, the giant thunder sea net roared down and hit the sharp sword light one after another.
In an instant, countless lightning arcs were wandering in the void, sword energy escaped in mid-air, and pieces of space were shattered one after another.
Crack!
I saw that the seemingly slender purple thunder net only had sporadic breaks under the countless cuts of sword light.
Instead, the frost crystal sword light collapsed inch by inch under the raging waves of thunder, turning into pieces of vitality that escaped.
There was even a purple thunder light rising into the sky, locking onto Yan Xinyuan in the center, and crashing down on his head!
If Yan Xinyuan hadn't been vigilant and took advantage of the thunder net to be blocked by the sword light, otherwise he would have been swept away by the sea of thunder, and the moon would have been difficult to complete.
"What a powerful thunder method!"
Although Yan Xinyuan had seen the power of Yang Hongyuan's thunder dragon before, but now he could not help but feel shocked when he saw this pure thunder magic power.
"There is righteousness in heaven and earth!"
Mighty pure white fairy light surged out, and accompanied by a huge and coercive shout, a bamboo slip surrounded by green fairy light slowly unfolded above Yan Xinyuan's head.
The Pure Jun Sword, the natal immortal sword, soars into the sky, and the ice crystal sword energy quickly takes shape.
The majestic sword intent was vigorous, and it also easily annihilated the nearby lightning, and the arc thunderclouds within a radius of several miles were instantly cleared away.
Ten thousand sword lights only stayed beside Yan Zongsheng for a moment. The next moment, Yan Xinyuan pinched out a sword technique.
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In the sky, with the turn of the natal immortal sword Chunjun Sword, thousands of swords fired in unison!
Tens of thousands of sword lights, accompanied by a thunderous sword roar, turned into a torrent of sword light, rushing towards Yang Hongyuan.
"Well done!"
In the void, a terrifying scene has appeared!
"hold head high!"
The dragon roared far away, and the measuring ruler swam in the mighty sea of thunder, turning into a true purple dragon again.
The purple true dragon's upper body cannot hide the appearance of the air of creation, as if it can shatter the sky.
"The thunder magic of creation realm!"
Yan Xinyuan couldn't help but murmur as he felt the air of creation, and couldn't hide his emotion in his expression!
The magical power of thunder is already known for its powerful offensive power, let alone the magic of thunder and magic in the creation realm!
But at this moment, the arrow was already on the string, and he had no choice but to shoot it, and he had no choice but to fight for his life.
Wow!
The thousand-year-old jasper bamboo slips were constantly shaking in the void, and the strands of jasper fairy light bloomed into streams of pure awe-inspiring energy, blessing the thousands of sword lights.
"Purple Sky Divine Thunder!"
Following Yang Hongyuan's shout, the majestic purple thunder dragon soared into the sky and crashed into the sky full of sword light.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang, and a ball of blazing bright spiritual light suddenly exploded. The space barrier was violently shaken and huge cracks were broken, and the clouds and mist outside were vaguely visible.
"hold head high!"
The dragon roared loudly, and after a moment of stalemate between the thunder light and the sword light, a majestic purple thunder light was seen going against the trend, and thousands of sword lights headed by Chun Junjian were instantly broken!
"Keng!"
The Chunjun sword was instantly hit by purple thunder, and flew back with a cry.
The originally clear and translucent sword blade was instantly chopped into pieces and was scorched black, and there was even a
A small crack spread quickly.
"puff!"
With his magical power broken and his natal sword damaged, Yan Xinyuan felt as if he had been hit hard.
But he knew that this was not the time to take care of his own injuries. The Daluo Xianyuan in his body was spinning wildly and injected all of it into the jade bamboo slip above his head.
The lightning that followed exploded all over the sky on the green fairy light that was spread out by the jade bamboo slips, causing the fairy curtain to shake.
The lightning at this moment looked vast, but after breaking through the sword light that Yan Xinyuan used with all his strength, it was at the end of its power.
Even so, it put great pressure on Yan Xinyuan. Although he successfully blocked the remaining lightning, he still spit out a mouthful of blood again.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a gigantic fist of about ten feet with a mysterious yellow fairy light came into view.
"Ba Fist Immortal Jue!"
A roar like thunder rang in his ears, and then Yan Xinyuan saw the fairy light spread out by the jade bamboo slip being hammered away like bubbles.
"ah!"
The strong wind brought by the giant fist made Yan Xinyuan unable to open his eyes, and his chest was pressed down like a big stone, making him unable to breathe. Then a huge pain came, as if his whole body was being crushed, and he was so painful that he could no longer feel anything.
Then, like a bowed prawn, it was blasted backwards in mid-air by the giant fist.
Yan Xinyuan wanted to faint, but the powerful original vitality of Daluo Realm kept him awake.
The pain of broken muscles and bones all over the body and the displacement of organs was nothing more than the pain of being thrown away in such an inelegant posture, which made Yan Xinyuan dying of shame and anger.
Yan Xinyuan only felt that his tens of thousands of years of cultivation were not as long as this short moment.
There was a loud bang, and large amounts of frost crystals and ice and snow splashed up. Yan Xinyuan finally landed, followed by the sound of
There was also the voice of righteous accusation: "Jiutian Xuanzun, a gentleman speaks but does not use his hands. It is an insult to gentleness!"
"You humiliate me so much that I will fight with you. Please come to me!"
As the jasper bamboo slips collapsed, immeasurable aura surged, and a pressure far beyond the Daluo realm slowly emerged.
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