boom!
Trees in the forest collapsed in pieces, and rocks rolled down.
The fighting became more intense. Facing the fighting power of the four of them, any other warrior with perfect Qihai would be ashamed.
Special physiques, top-notch skills, and no less than eight springs. Although each person's cultivation level is at the peak of the sea realm, their strength can be regarded as the top under the Tianshan Mountains, and is even close to the Tianshan Mountains.
"Die to me."
The scarlet meaning in Yin Li's crazy eyes was about to glow red. With the blessing of the nine springs, a thirty-foot Qi lake has been opened up in the Dantian. Play out the best spiritual weapon [Reverse Blood Yuan Lun].
"Reverse blood!"
"Zhanyuan!"
Yang Jungui felt that the blood in his body was rioting, and his blood vessels were about to burst, and he wanted to escape from his body.
The reverse blood yuan wheel rotates and cuts the air, and it disappears in an instant.
He activated his skills to suppress the restlessness in his body, and in the next moment, bright sword light rose into the sky.
"A mark in the void separates heaven and man in the blink of an eye."
A looming and twisted trace remained in the air, and the blood-reverse yuan chakra was slashed and flew out.
Pei Wenhui let out a low drink and performed the top sword technique "Crazy Thunder Knife Technique". Although it was only the first move, its power was also extremely powerful among the mid-grade tactics. The light of the sword carried thunder and lightning, like wild thunder dancing, and the thunder array Array.
Although Pei Wenhui only opened eight springs, his thunder technique is already very powerful, and Lei Xiao Pavilion's "Five Thunder Heavenly Mind Skill" complements the "Purple Thunder Combat Body", so his strength cannot be taken lightly.
Yang Jungui raised his eyes slightly, and two sword lights condensed in front of his pupils.
Although the eyes are also transformed into swords, the two sword lights not only look almost completely solid, but also have traces of lines covering most of the sword body.
clang!
The sword light transformed from the two eyes collided with the thunder sword in the blue sky, and the sound of gold and iron clashing even drowned out the thunder.
A dazzling light bloomed, the two sword lights disappeared, and the "Crazy Thunder Sword Technique" was also broken.
Pei Wenhui touched a small scar on his cheek, and his eyes changed...
Jingle Bell!
Suddenly, a ringing sound rang in the ears, but not only was the ringing sound not pleasant at all, it actually made people feel chilly in their hearts.
The sound of the ringing bell became intense, dull and low, and the sound was like a ghost howling, with thousands of ghosts biting at the soul.
It was Fang Zhilan who created the ultimate spiritual weapon [Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Eating Bell].
When she broke through the Qi Sea Realm, she opened up eight springs, and she even resided in the [Rakshasa Body]. Moreover, the skills of the Chi Lian Sect were soul-oriented, weird and unpredictable, and should not be underestimated at all.
boom!
The air made an explosive sound as it was being squeezed, and a heavy punch wave resisted the ripples caused by the Soul-Eating Bell.
Yang Jungui clenched his mind and punched away like a heavy hammer. The golden wave of fists wiped out the sound of the soul-eating bell. His fists hit the body and flipped it over.
Fang Zhilan frowned slightly, feeling a sharp pain in her mind.
She stabilized the overturned Soul-Eating Bell and calmed the turmoil caused by the backlash.
"You are a bit beyond my expectations, but you will definitely die today."
Yin Likuang's cold words echoed in the mountains and forests, and the blood-reverse yuan chakra was suspended behind him, spinning slowly, surrounded by a bloody divine light.
As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the counter-blood yuan wheel's rotation suddenly accelerated, and the air vibrated. There was a buzzing sound, and the bloody wind was whipped up, and the attack came.
Yin Likuang followed closely behind the blood wheel, pulling the power of the blood evil between his palms.
"I admit that you are very powerful, but you should not let the three of us join forces."
Pei Wenhui was like lightning. He saw a flash of lightning, and others appeared in front of him. The blue sky thunder knife rose and fell.
Fang Zhilan also used the "Ten Thousand Ghost Soul-eating Bell" again. This spiritual weapon not only can emit the soul-eating ghost sound, but also has the power of suppression.
Although the three of them attacked Yang Jungui together before, they only took turns.
Although there were no words now, they spontaneously joined forces to attack together.
"Ha ha…"
"If you want to kill me, it's hard to do it with your strength."
Yang Jungui gave a long laugh: "This journey is very difficult and dangerous, but I only have a three-foot long sword in my hand."
"The only way to survive is with the sword. I should use the edge of my sword to carve out a path of life and death."
A series of sword lights intertwined, blocking all three attacks.
Yang Jungui made a fist seal with one hand and waved the Qingming Sword with the other. His combat power was extremely strong. Not only did the three of them not take advantage of each other, but blood was spilled.
His mind was entirely focused on the fight, and he was completely unaware that something strange had happened in his body.
On the other hand, a shadow appeared above the broken sword and took a look at him.
On the flying boat, Song Yinian's brows relaxed a little, and he slowly said: "It seems that we can't trouble the disciples of Leixiao Pavilion. I have to deal with the matter of my Jianmen myself."
A hint of gloom appeared in Han Jing's eyes: "Hmph, don't be too happy too soon, they still have some tricks to suppress the situation."
Song Yinian shook his head and said, "Don't you have the same method?"
"Hmph, don't forget, this boy has betrayed your Jianmen?" Han Jingcong snorted coldly, with a hint of pleasure at the corner of his mouth.
Song Yinian froze, and his brows frowned deeply again unconsciously.
It was not that he had never come into contact with this boy in the sect. At that time, he felt that this boy had a temperament that was as gentle as jade but also vigorous, and he was extremely talented in martial arts. He was a very good young man.
He didn't know what happened. Why did Yang Jungui betray the sect and practice demonic skills? Is there any hidden secret in this?
What a shame for such a genius.
"I believe that this boy was just confused for a moment, or if he realizes his mistake, he will be given a lighter sentence."
Han Jing glanced coldly, and then continued to look at the battle below.
The battle circle of several people below has moved from the mountains and forests to a valley, which is several miles away from the original position.
Yang Jungui held the Qingming Sword in his hand, looking at him from side to side, fighting all the way. Not only did he not show much fatigue, but he seemed to be getting stronger as he fought.
The sword light swayed, and the light was a little distorted. The silver-white leather sword slashed through the sky, knocking the blood-reverse yuan wheel away.
His sleeves were shattered by the energy brought about by the rotation of Yuan Wheel, and there were many small wounds on the skin of his arms, dripping with blood.
But Yin Likuang was even more miserable. The injuries on his shoulders were so deep that the bones were visible, and the blood on his body dripped into a blood line.
Yang Jungui was furious with blood, and his fists were so powerful that the flesh and blood on Pei Wenhui's arms exploded.
With the fierce fighting, his understanding of swordsmanship continued to deepen, and he had already broken through the original cage.
The two sword lights formed by his eyes, one was like a strong wind and could not be traced, the other was like a gentle breeze that was misty and inaudible, and almost did not penetrate Fang Zhilan's waist and abdomen.
Even so, Fang Zhilan looked very heavy as she touched the palm-length wound on her waist.
Yang Jungui's figure is tall and straight, standing tall. Although his face is a little pale, his clothes are torn, and his body is stained with blood, it is like a sharpened sword, showing more sharpness.
The Qi machine was quiet for a moment, and the next moment, Yin Li's eyes were gloomy, a bloody vortex appeared in his pupils, and his murderous intent was cold.
"Stop holding back, use all your cards to press the box!"
"kill!"
He shouted lowly, and the blood mist rolled behind him, and the sound of heavy footsteps came from within.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a feeling of shaking and shaking in the valley, and a figure three feet tall stepped out of the blood mist.
Like a fierce ghost coming from the bloody purgatory, the tall figure has a green face and fangs, and his body is burning with blood flames condensed from resentment.
Wherever it passed, the green plants on the ground withered and turned yellow for no apparent reason.
"[Blood Fiend Ghost King], tear him apart for me."
The evil light in Yin Likuang's eyes became even worse, and he had a vision [Picture of the Blood Demon King]. His heart was filled with endless violence, and he just wanted to tear Yang Jungui into pieces.
Wow! Wow!
The sound of a river flowing echoed through the valley, and an unprovoked river flowed out of the fog behind Fang Zhilan.
The difference is that the water in this river is not clear and light blue, but red and yellow in color, a bit like a turbid spring, and a bit like a river made of blood.
Fang Zhilan displayed the vision [Red Dark Blood River Diagram]. There were countless souls struggling in the blood river, trying to escape from the blood river, and even grabbing the people on the bank to sink in their place.
Boom boom!
The thunder continued continuously, and a magnificent picture opened behind Pei Wenhui. It was a sea of thunder, as powerful as a prison, it was the [Picture of Cardinal Thunder].
"Wan Jian, come out!"
After Yang Jun returned, the shadow of a sword flew past the sword tomb. It might be like a heavy sword, large and skillful but not sharp, or it could wrap around the fingers and be soft but still sharp.
There are hundreds of thousands of sword shadows, forming a torrent of swordsmanship.
ah!
[Blood Fiend Ghost King] let out a roar, but was torn into pieces by the torrent, and returned to the blood mist unwillingly.
"impossible!"
Yin Likuang couldn't believe it. His face was ferocious and crazy, but he could not resist the torrent of sword shadows. His figure was shattered and flew upside down, with the sword shadow passing through his chest.
The torrent of sword shadow collided with the torrent of blood river. The blood river was cut into water drops, and the soul shadow was sealed in it, falling to the ground and disappearing.
Fang Zhilan's face turned pale, and the [Ten Thousand Ghosts Soul-Eating Bell] grew several times larger, shrouding her figure.
The shadow of the sword hit the bell body, and all the soul-eating sounds came towards her.
Even though she is the master of spiritual weapons, it is inevitable that she will be affected by it.
The figure kept retreating, breaking countless ancient trees, and smashed them hard against the mountain wall. His internal organs were shaken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Thunder Prison, destroy it!"
Pei Wenhui shouted angrily, thunder and lightning rolled, and he had the scene of destroying everything.
Yang Jungui branched off a part of the torrent of sword shadows, the sword roared like a dragon's roar, and the sword light glowed yellow, keeping the Thunder Prison away.
Suddenly, the sword shadow disappeared, and Fang Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief.
The sword tide pressed towards Thunder Prison with all its strength, and there was a loud boom that made the entire valley reverberate.
Infinite light was released and the thunder prison was shattered. Pei Wenhui screamed and was crushed under the broken rocks.
Yang Jungui exhaled a breath of turbid air. Although his breath was much lower, his eyes were brighter.
Each of their visions is extraordinary, and now they have only developed part of their power.
Of course, for the [Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Ruins], he has not developed much power now.
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