Yuan Xi's figure flashed, holding swords in both hands at the same time, blocking Yuan Wang.
Yuan Wang glanced at the Shuiyue Jinghua on Yuan Xi's hand, and the smile on his face looked a little gloomy for a moment.
We haven't seen each other for two years. Yuan Xi's cultivation level has reached the middle stage of Jindan from the early stage of Jindan. The progress is not slow.
But in front of the Nascent Soul monk Yuan Wang, he was still like a mantis, vulnerable to a single blow.
"I will definitely kill you this time, so as not to cause any more trouble!"
Yuan Wang spoke gloomily, his eyes were cold and emotionless, and his whole body suddenly erupted with strong murderous intent.
Before he could speak, the scene suddenly changed.
Lin Qi watched helplessly as the animal patterns on the purple round box flowed, as if they were coming to life.
A majestic and terrifying power is contained in the coffin, and life gradually appears.
The purple cloud falcons connected end to end flapped their wings, their eyes flashed with spiritual light, as if they were struggling, calling, struggling to rush out of the coffin.
Lin Qi felt a pain in her hand and couldn't help but look down.
Hemei's hand held her wrist tightly, and the sharp nails pierced her skin due to excessive force.
I only heard her murmuring in a low voice, "It's alive, these animal patterns are alive, and the formation has been completely activated!"
Lin Qi realized something immediately, grabbed her hand and asked: "Arrayment? How to break this array?"
While the two of them were talking, two purple cloud falcons had already broken free from the coffin, flapped their wings in the air and attacked Yuan Wang fearlessly.
The black long sword in Yuan Wang's hand overflowed with evil energy and hit Yuan Xi's facade through the air.
With her cultivation level suppressed, Yuan Xi couldn't stop her at all even with Shuiyue Jinghua.
The sword energy that was enough to tear through the void fell, but before it could get close, a bloody seam opened on Yuan Xi's face.
Yuan Wang curled his lips and smiled, full of evil spirits, his eyes were cold, and he controlled the sword in his hand to move down hard.
The sword energy is as heavy as Mount Tai, as heavy as a thousand swords, and like a rainbow piercing the sun, unmatched in edge and unstoppable.
This sword is enough to kill Yuan Xi!
Demon Emperor Zi Mo is fighting with another evil cultivator and the white-clothed master uncle, and no one can help him.
Lin Qi's hand holding the sword tightened, and she subconsciously wanted to summon Jin Jun, but the words she spoke suddenly stopped.
A Purple Cloud Falcon descended from the sky at an extremely fast speed and hit Yuan Wang's hand in the blink of an eye.
The black sword's sword energy trembled, and its sharpness was reduced by three points.
Another purple cloud falcon attacked, wrapping around the sword and whirling, its figure gradually faded.
Yuan Xi was also able to break free from his coercive restraint.
The cold light washed away from the Water Moon Sword, and the Mirror Flower Sword's hook was as curved as the moon, and it flew out.
The two swords brought up a trail of water mist, and the cold air rose and spread around in the blink of an eye.
Yuan Wang originally didn't take Yuan Xi's attack seriously, until one after another purple cloud falcons flew out from the purple round coffin, barely giving him a chance to breathe.
Facing these Ziyun Falcons, Yuan Wang made a slight mistake and Shuiyue Jinghua attacked him hand in hand, leaving a wound on his body.
Small wounds are insignificant to a Nascent Soul cultivator.
It's just that the coldness at the wound spreads, burrowing into the blood and meridians like tiny snakes.
Yuan Wang vaguely sensed something was wrong.
After all, he is also a member of the Yuan family, so he naturally knows the hidden dangers of the Yuan family's magic.
The spiritual energy in Nascent Soul surged like a sea, and a blood-colored palm condensed invisibly, almost three Yuan Xi wide.
Yuan Xi waved his sword with both hands, and two cold water dragons swept out, carrying huge waves.
The battlefield was in chaos.
Ninety-nine and eighty-one purple cloud falcons all came out of the purple round box and attacked everyone present indiscriminately.
Even Lin Qihe and Mei were not spared.
Each of these Purple Cloud Falcons has a cultivation level of the middle stage of the Golden Core. They are indestructible and have a fierce aura.
The sword cannot kill, the sword cannot destroy, even if it cannot kill, it can still grind people to death.
He Mei was not high in cultivation and was hiding behind Lin Qi. From the corner of his eye, he saw these purple cloud falcon dark patterns actively bypassing Yuan Xi and attacking Yuan Wang, with doubts on their faces.
She asked quietly: "Do you know that female nun in blue? I always feel that she looks familiar."
Lin Qi was already at a loss to deal with Ziyun Falcon, so she could only spare some time to answer her question, "...I know you, what are you asking her for?"
"I'm just a little confused..." He Mei said softly.
Just as a Purple Cloud Falcon was shot away by Lin Qi with all her strength, she turned around and asked, "I didn't hear what you just said!"
"It's nothing. Just focus on defending against the enemy, and I'll help you!" He Mei also knew that now was not the time to gossip.
If Lin Qi couldn't stop these Ziyun Falcons, both of them would probably die today.
At this time, the chaotic center of the battlefield is even more dangerous.
In this narrow space, the three Nascent Soul monks fought with each other, almost moving mountains and reclaiming seas. The powerful force had already flattened half of the buildings.
The purple round coffin was originally bright and full of aura.
However, after the Purple Cloud Falcons flew out one after another, it became darker and colorless, appearing no different from ordinary wood.
No one involved in the melee noticed.
Or maybe you have noticed it, but you really can't take it into consideration and don't dare to be the one who stands out.
While Lin Qi was dealing with Ziyun Falcon, she took the time to pay attention to the two battlefields ahead.
The white-clothed True Monarch and the others fought so fast and with such earth-shattering momentum that Lin Qi couldn't even see clearly what was going on.
However, the battlefield between Yuan Xi and Yuan Wang turned out to be one-sided.
No matter how powerful Yuan Xi is, no matter how much Ziyun Falcon helps, they are still unable to fight against Yuan Wang, the Nascent Soul cultivator.
When Lin Qi looked over again, Yuan Xi's swords were crossed to resist Yuan Wang's sword. The strength of the two sides was not equal.
Yuan Xi was forced back all the way and hit the purple round coffin hard.
Visible to the naked eye, the coffin had a crack.
It was also at this time that Lin Qi realized that the Ziyun Falcon opposite her was a little weaker.
These purple cloud falcons are born based on purple coffins, and it is very likely that their power comes from the coffins.
The coffins were damaged and their power was instantly weakened.
Obviously, Yuan Wang was also aware of this fact.
He immediately changed his fighting method and attacked Yuan Xi openly, while secretly all his sword energy fell on the purple coffin.
Yuan Xi also guessed his purpose, but unfortunately he was not strong enough and was limited after all.
Facing Yuan Wang who was going all out, she could only defend herself and didn't even have a chance to fight back.
One way, two ways, three ways...
There were numerous cracks on the purple coffin.
Demon King Zi Mo, who was far away in the center of the battlefield, noticed all this, his face showed a bit of ferocity, and his murderous intention almost turned into reality.
Another blow, and the coffin behind Yuan Xi was broken into countless pieces.
There was a small click and the coffin surface collapsed instantly.
Seeing that Yuan Xi was about to fall into the demon emperor's coffin, Lin Qi was anxious and couldn't bear it anymore. She flew her sword straight into the air, and the small wooden sword on her back came out in response.
The wooden sword shuttled through the void, like thunder and lightning, blocking Yuan Wang in the blink of an eye.
The tip of the black long sword collided with the wooden sword. Whether it was the quality of the sword or the cultivation of the sword wielder, the former far exceeded the latter.
