"Quick decision!" Although Xiang Qingcheng didn't know the specific grudge between Lu Xiaotian and Ye Qianxun, he could clearly feel that Lu Xiaotian's situation was definitely not good. Now he scolded Lu Xiaotian.
The sword river in the air rolled like a dragon, Xiang Qingcheng's clothes flew, and jade talismans flashed around his body. And those water thorns with ice and electricity had already shot towards Ye Qianxun's lotus clone first.
Ye Qianxun's lotus clone stretched out his finger and flicked it in the void. The Yanyuan Sword split off a black sword light, coiled in the void like a horse, and drew directly towards several aqua-blue thorns. It looks amazing.
It's just that for Ye Qianxun's lotus clone, being able to be forced to exert such momentum, he no longer had the calmness and calmness to control the situation before.
Lu Xiaotian allocated part of his mana to control the phantom mirror, only using the phantom mirror's ability to block the prying eyes of other monks. Although it will inevitably consume more and may not completely cover the aura inside, it is still worth it in Lu Xiaotian's opinion.
Lu Xiaotian took a breath, then held his left palm flat, and an exquisite pagoda full of ancient silver Buddha light flew out from his palm. It's just that there is a subtle purple-gold color on the ancient silver Buddha's Light Pagoda.
"The Buddhist Sect's most precious treasure, the Demon Suppressing Tower, are you from the Yinzhu Buddhist Sect?" Ye Qianxun's lotus clone was so knowledgeable that he saw through the origin of this Demon Suppressing Tower at a glance, and immediately looked surprised.
"What is your relationship with the Yinzhu Buddhist Sect?"
"I won't bother you with this." Lu Xiaotian said softly, speaking softly, "Seven-level pagoda!" Suddenly, the Demon Suppression Tower flying over in the air, seven towers in one, rotated towards Tunyuan Sword. will pass.
"You are not a member of the Buddhist sect, but you possess the long-lost treasure of the Buddhist sect. As expected, there are all kinds of wonders in the world. You are the most tolerant person I have ever seen." After the initial shock, Ye Qianxun's lotus clone took a deep breath. In one breath, his hands and fingers waved like phantoms. A sword lotus was formed from the palm of his hand.
The sword lotus flew towards the Demon Suppressing Tower one after another.
Behind Lu Xiaotian, there was a huge burst of blood, countless blood beasts roared behind him, eagles flew into the sky, wolves howled and leopards roared, giant apes hammered their chests, and majestic evil energy soared into the sky.
Lu Xiaotian hit his chest with his left hand, like a heavy hammer hitting a drum. The sound of the drum was so loud that it shattered the clouds and cracked the ground.
The battle armor with simple patterns and the Xuanqing battle skirt tightly wrapped Lu Xiaotian's slightly thin figure. Even in the distance, Xiang Qingcheng's eyes were blurred in her beautiful eyes like stars.
She couldn't remember who the other person was, but everything about the person in front of her, despite the strangeness, was filled with a sense of familiarity that went deep into her bones. The calm eyes and slightly thin figure. But he also showed an arrogant and wild domineering attitude. The figure in front of him seemed to be able to fill up bit by bit the mind that had lost its memory in the past.
Seeing Lu Xiaotian wearing a cyan armor, the giant beast roared wherever he passed, and with one punch and one palm, the sword lotus it formed was shattered. Even Ye Qianxun's lotus clone couldn't help but be shocked to see that his sword-lotus magical power could be overpowered by a physical body cultivated in the early stage of integration.
The Tunyuan Sword is divided into dozens of swords in the void, and each sword has a completely different aura. It seems to be an independent sword cultivator in the Fusion Realm.
The seven demon-suppressing towers only aim at the Yuanyuan Sword with its core in the void. In the airspace surrounded by seven pagodas, ancient silver Buddha light shines, and the vast and solemn Buddha light gathers together to form a Buddha statue that is exactly the same as Lu Xiaotian.
The Buddha statue was sitting in the air, with its palms clasped together. Seeing the dozens of frightening flying swords shot by lightning, it extended its right palm into the void. Immediately, one after another Buddhist sect* seals floated towards Feijian.
The ten thousand-character seal carries the aura of the ancient temple's ancestral seal, but at the core of the ancient seal, there is a crystal silver relic as a support.
Most of the flying swords have been blocked by the Buddha's seal. The remaining ones may be entangled by twelve pillars of mysterious fire. Or it was struck on the Demon Suppressing Tower and bounced back quickly.
At this time, the mighty sword river in the void rolled over like a giant dragon.
Ye Qianxun's lotus clone stretched out his hand, and a green whip danced wildly like a spiritual snake, biting together with Jianhe who turned into a dragon.
At this time, Ye Qianxun's lotus clone was also forced to use all his cards, especially the pressure from the two juniors in front of him was increasing.
Ye Qianxun's lotus clone gritted his teeth and took out a treasure pot. Even across the treasure pot. You can also feel the surging spiritual fire breath inside.
Lu Xiaotian is very familiar with this kind of spiritual fire, the demon-burning golden flame. I just didn't expect that when he was imprisoned in the lotus pond and used the small fire crow to absorb the opponent's demon-burning golden flames, this guy would actually have so many spiritual flames with him.
But soon, Lu Xiaotian also discovered something unusual about it. Compared with the demon-burning golden flames of the past, although the current spiritual flames were equally astonishingly powerful, Ye Qianxun's lotus clone could not control it as well as before.
"It seems that this spiritual flame was recently collected not too long ago and has not yet been completely refined."
However, if he really let it out, the pot of demon-burning golden flame would be enough to cover the sky and the sun, defeating the considerable power of his and Xiang Qingcheng's magical powers.
Lu Xiaotian naturally couldn't let him get his wish, and immediately reached out and patted the spirit beast bag. The little fire crow flew out reluctantly with fluttering wings. He opened his mouth and took a breath. The whole pot of demon-burning blazing golden flames didn't even have Ye Qianxun's lotus clone. Before he could fully react, he was completely swallowed into the mouth by the little fire crow.
The little fire crow seems to have become a lot more introverted since he grew a fleshy bag between his legs. The last time he absorbed the Xuyang spirit mist, he ignored the little white dog chasing the spirit. Every time after finishing his work, he ran back to the spirit beast bag without waiting for Lu Xiaotian to greet him. This time was no exception, except that the lotus clone of Ye Qianxun looked in disbelief.
Even with the knowledge of Ye Qianxun's lotus clone, he couldn't understand the origin of the little fire crow.
At present, Tunyuan Sword has been almost 90% contained by the ruthless Lu Xiaotian in a short period of time. The dragon-like Jianhe in the void has twisted the long green rope into countless pieces, and together with the beam of light cast by the jade talisman around him, it is rushing towards Ye Qianxun himself.
Ye Qianxun's lotus clone's eyes flashed with a stern look, his mouth opened, and a small black sword with a length of only three inches exuded astonishing power that could split the sky.
The moment he saw the flying sword appear, Lu Xiaotian's whole heart seemed to be split in half by the small black sword of Sanyu.
"As a powerful person in the Mahayana realm, do you think I don't have any other means?" Ye Qianxun had a trace of ridicule on his face, and with a finger, the Xun Sanyu Black Sword went straight towards Xiang Qingcheng.
"No!" Lu Xiaotian was immediately frightened to the point of death. Although the three-inch black sword has not yet reached the level of a strike by a strong person in the Mahayana realm, it is almost the peak that a strong person in the late stage of integration can reach, and even exceeds it by a few points. It contains a trace of the Taoist intention of a powerful person in the Mahayana realm.
With Xiang Qingcheng's current strength, he would definitely not be able to take this blow without sufficient preparation.
