As soon as he said this, the group of monsters screamed, especially the snake that turned into a dragon, its eyes were blood red, and it looked like it was bloodthirsty.
Zhao Wen's face was gloomy and he snorted heavily: "What a loud tone!"
Although Wang Qing and others didn't know what was going on, they all looked up to the sky in unison, but then they looked back and calmed down. Because the demons were furious and frantically attacked the magic circle, the pressure suddenly increased.
Yuan Qing stood blankly in the void, his mind swaying, intoxicated by the exquisite swordsmanship, unable to extricate himself, his blood boiling, he could not immediately enter the formation, wielding the sword freely!
Thinking of the formation, the young man suddenly became excited and hurriedly went down, only to see that Wei Shan had filled in the gaps at some point, and he was making secrets with his hands. The green flowers all over his body were faintly visible, and he was trying his best to maintain it.
When she noticed Yuan Qing coming over, the little girl smiled brightly and said proudly: "Brother, don't worry, I'm here!"
Yuan Qing smiled slightly and was about to speak when he suddenly felt a sword flash across his face, and four people from Shang Qing came through the air.
Kang Xing, who was first on the left, looked at the giant sword above his head and felt the powerful sword intent contained in it. He couldn't help but marveled: "Senior Brother Qiu's swordsmanship has reached such a level! Even if it's not as good as a few elders, it's almost the same!"
Zhou Shilai chuckled and said: "I have never seen how good the swordsmanship of the elders is, but it is said that Senior Brother Qiu was able to break through to the Yuanying realm more than ten years ago. He only delayed it again and again in order to achieve a perfect state of mind. Now it seems that compared to Senior Brother Yunhe is no less willing to give in."
Si Jinming looked around, frowned, and asked: "Senior Brother Zhou, when will we enter the battle?"
Zhou Shilai said calmly without looking back: "Don't worry, after Senior Brother Qiu has taken care of this little snake, I will wait to go in. Senior Brother will inevitably be distracted."
The person on the far right clenched his fists tightly and said nothing. He stared at the gray figure in the formation with blazing eyes and fighting spirit. It was the young man who called himself Yu Fei.
Let's talk about Qiu Long. When he saw the demonic snake turning into a madman, he smiled contemptuously. With a slight thought in his mind, he slashed down with a huge sword that could reach the sky.
The snake demon was not afraid at all, and actually twisted and circled, heading up, and saw blazing demon flames all over its body, the bulge on the top of its head was even more faintly red, and a pillar of red fire as thick as a water tank was sprayed out from the snake's mouth.
The pillar of fire struck the giant sword, causing waves of flames, but it could not stop it in the slightest; the giant sword moved like breaking through the waves, its momentum like a rainbow, and continued to the end.
The snake demon neighed when he saw this, and the snake scales and demon flames flew up like flowers scattered by a goddess. In the blink of an eye, they merged together again, and in the flash of light, they turned into a "big snake" more than ten feet long.
With the scales as the exterior and the fireworks as the interior, it rose into the air, walked on the fire, bit the giant sword in one bite, and the snake's body wound up, immediately binding it tightly.
The slashing force of the giant sword suddenly stopped, and it was tossing and turning, with sparks flying everywhere but unable to break free.
The snake demon took this opportunity to turn sharply, bend its body and shoot straight at Qiu Long like an arrow from a string. Its speed was as fast as lightning and it arrived in an instant.
Qiu Long had no expression on his face. He took a step forward and suddenly turned into a sword light and disappeared suddenly. At the same time, the giant sword trembled slightly and turned into more than a hundred sword lights to escape from the trap, escaping in all directions like swimming fish.
The snake demon pounced in the air, and then twisted its body into a snake formation. Hong Xin stammered and looked around; the "flaming snake" still maintained its entangled posture, frozen in mid-air.
Then the sword light flashed, Qiu Long appeared, and the swordsmen came from all directions like tired birds returning to their nests, swimming slowly around him.
The evil snake's vertical pupils suddenly appeared with a fierce light, but no other movement was seen. The "flaming snake" suddenly disintegrated. Suddenly, the demonic fire was like rain, and the scales were like blades, covering the sky and the earth, endless.
Qiu Long turned a blind eye to all this, holding the sword in his hand, his eyes were cold, the momentum around him surged, the sword intent rose like the waves of the angry sea, unbridled and without any reservation.
Then the sword light entered the body, and during the bright light, only a long chant was heard, and then a giant beast appeared in form: antlers of a snake, a body of an ox, ears of a sparrow, a long beard at the mouth, fluttering in the air, and four claws growing on its belly. They all have three toes, their whole body is red, and their scales are shining. They are actually the true form of the dragon!
Before the dragon cries, the snakes on the ground have huddled up and trembled; the demon snake in the air is also trembling slightly, its eyes are frightened, but it is replaced by a ferocious look in a moment, the snake's mouth is wide open, and it keeps neighing.
Everyone in Xuanyuan was shocked in unison, Zhao Wen's face became even more gloomy, and he was speechless for a long time.
Yuan Qing said "Don't show off" and then flew up. Seeing the dragon's figure, he felt the majestic power of the sword, his mind was shaken, and he couldn't help but stand on the spot.
Zhou Shilai glanced at Yuan Qing out of the corner of his eye, smiled mysteriously, and said nothing.
Kang Xing praised loudly as if no one else was watching: "Senior Brother Qiu's 'Sword Light Transformation Technique' has really reached the level of proficiency. It is clearly catalyzed by sword intent, but it is like a dragon coming into the world, majestic and majestic."
Si Jinming and Yu Fei turned a deaf ear and watched the situation in the formation intently.
After the roar of the dragon stopped, the mouth of the dragon opened slightly, and the breath was released suddenly, and suddenly turned into a cloud, slowly meeting the scale blade of fire and rain, and then reduced it to nothing in a soundless breath. Then he stretched out his body lightly and was in front of the snake demon in a snap of his fingers. His claws and fangs came down, but before he could reach his body, a sharp sword energy hit his face, which was unstoppable.
The demonic snake's eyes were blood red, and dark red demonic fire was rising from its body. Not to be outdone, it collided head-on. The snakes and dragons were entangled in each other, and their scales and blood suddenly spattered, and their screams continued.
After a fight, the demonic snake fell to the ground, causing a rumbling and shaking sound. It was covered with scars all over its body and was about to be broken. There were several big holes in its abdomen, and blood was flowing. It was already lifeless and dying. The dragon's head and horns were broken, and its body was dim. There are only two claws left in his abdomen, but he still stands proudly in the void, with the same power.
Suddenly there was a soft sound, and the dragon disintegrated, turning into twelve flaming red swords. Qiu Long also appeared, his face was pale, but he could not hide the gleam in his eyes.
I saw him take a deep breath, squeeze the sword skills again, and shout loudly: "Cut!"
The flying swords came out in response, merged in the middle, turned into a magnificent sword light, and slashed at the demonic snake.
The demonic snake was unable to resist, and it screamed in agony before being decapitated with a sword. Immediately, its body ignited with red gold spiritual flames, and in a few breaths it turned into a puddle of ashes, leaving only a fist-sized fiery red ball lying quietly on the ground.
With a "swish" sound, the ball flew through the air and landed in Qiu Long's hand; the flying sword followed closely, but did not enter his body. Instead, it formed a sword lotus and floated under him.
Qiu Long turned over his hand and put away the ball, and said loudly: "Disciples of Shangqing, enter the formation to kill the demon."
After saying that, he immediately fell down on the sword lotus, closed his eyes and started to regulate his breathing.
Zhou Shilai and others were already eager to give it a try. Before he finished speaking, they raised their swords and entered the formation.
After a brief period of fear, the group of snakes on the ground became even more violent, desperately attacking the formation light curtain. The pressure on Xuanyuan's people increased sharply, and the light curtain was crumbling and appeared to be collapsing.
Zhao Wen snorted coldly, and the mysterious light around his body flourished. With a change of the magic formula in his hand, the light curtain suddenly solidified several times, and there was no longer any danger of breaking the formation.
Yuan Qing's eyes flickered, and when he was hesitating whether to follow Zhou Shilai and others into the battle, he heard Qiu Long say calmly: "Junior Brother Yuan hasn't drawn his sword yet, when can we wait?"
It can be said that the words awakened the dreamer. The young man smiled freely, as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden. He let out a long roar and turned into a bright sword light and rushed towards him.
Seeing Yuan Qing's reaction, Zhao Wen snorted coldly in his heart, but his face remained calm. Unexpectedly, Qiu Long suddenly opened his eyes at this time and took a deep look at him.
Zhao Wen's heart skipped a beat when he saw him, and his original sinister thoughts suddenly disappeared. He released the magic formula in his hand and released Yuan Qing into the formation.
Let’s also say that the five people in the formation were like dragons entering the sea, stirring up waves. As soon as the sword came out, they killed them and then left without stopping for too long. For a moment, the sword lights intertwined, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal.
Especially in the Yuan and Qing Dynasties, the sword light was sharp and the sword was decisive. However, with just one stick of incense, he had killed several monsters, including two big snakes in the late stage of foundation building.
In the past five years, the young man has been running around with the crowd, mostly using formations to defeat the enemy, but he has rarely had the opportunity to draw his sword. He is depressed and depressed, and no one knows about it except Zhu Ling'er.
Now I take the opportunity to vent my feelings, my mind gradually calms down, and I unknowingly enter the realm of clear sword heart again.
Now that he has entered this state, his sword energy is faster, his sword light is more powerful, and all kinds of sword skills are at his fingertips. His cultivation is even more vivid, and there is no one enemy for the group of monsters.
Suddenly a sword sounded, chanting bells, and it turned six times suddenly, clear and far away, but Yuan Qing was seen pointing his fingers together as a sword, breaking the water like a silver paste, dragging up a stream of light tail flame, faster than lightning, suddenly gone away, and returned in the blink of an eye. .
The young man held the sword in his hand, his breath was a little quick, his eyes were bright, there were explosions all around, the sword energy exploded, and monster corpses were everywhere.
Qiu Long didn't know when he opened his eyes and looked at Yuan Qing, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, full of admiration.
"The heart of the sword is clear and the body of the sword is nine spirits. Junior Brother Yuan should be my disciple of the Shangqing Sect!"
About half an hour later, all the foundation-building demon snakes in the formation were killed by five people. The remaining little demons had no choice but to live or die. They became more and more violent, colliding randomly, and even started to kill each other.
During this time, there was a demon sneaking at the top of the tree, trying to sneak attack Qiu Long, but he cut him into pieces with a casual sword.
Seeing that the situation had been decided, Qiu Long put away his flying sword and was about to lead everyone out into the battle. Suddenly, a huge spiritual pressure came down, like a mountain, like a mountain, like a chasm like the sea, and the pressure was so heavy that everyone couldn't breathe.
Then he saw a middle-aged man descending from the sky. He was wearing a red gold robe with dragon patterns embroidered on it. He had sword-shaped eyebrows and red pupils, a narrow face and thin lips. His face was stern, not angry and intimidating.
He glanced at the screen, snorted coldly, and a red gold dragon claw appeared out of thin air and grabbed it at Zhao Wen.
Zhao Wen suddenly felt that infinite power had been applied to his body and he could not move. He could only use several magic weapons such as gauze, mirror, shield, and pictures, and turned them into layers of light masks to protect his whole body. Then the magic formula in his hand changed, and the formation screen rolled up and wrapped around the outside. From a distance, it looked like a golden ball of light.
However, the layers of protection in front of the dragon claws were like paper, and collapsed at the first touch.
Zhao Wen was so panicked that he sacrificed all the magic weapons and talismans at once, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Senior, if you keep your hands, what grudges does Zhao want to..."
But before he finished speaking, the blood turned into a rain of blood in the wailing, and a golden elixir flew up leisurely and fell into the man's hand.
The man said coldly to the golden elixir: "You must form a formation to trap and kill my son. You deserve to die." Then he squeezed his palm hard and crushed the golden elixir to pieces!
Then, he swept through everyone present, and finally stopped on Qiu Long, and said lightly: "No matter the reason, if you dare to kill my son, you will be buried with him."
As he spoke, a stream of red gold light popped up with a flick of his finger, but instead of pointing towards Qiu Long, it fell into the void somewhere several miles away.
"Senior, spare your life!" A man came out wailing, his body burned with fireworks. It was the Mighty Pearl that had disappeared since the beginning of the war.
His expression was painful, as if he was begging, but if you look carefully, you can see that there is a transparent film of light sticking tightly to his body, and the fireworks can't penetrate it for a moment.
The man snorted coldly, and the flames suddenly grew louder. Before he could react, the Mighty Magic Pearl turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated, leaving not even the golden elixir behind.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and the shadow called death loomed over their hearts. They couldn't help but hold their breath. There was a sudden silence in the place, only the howling mountain wind.
As if he couldn't bear it anymore, Liu Han roared, and he got up and ran away regardless of his weapons. Zhao Yimu followed closely, but in the opposite direction. The rest, including the four from Shangqing, quickly gathered together and surrounded him. Beside Qiu Long.
The man shot out two firelights with an expressionless expression, and caught up with Liu and Zhao in the blink of an eye. He burned them to death without even making a sound, leaving no trace behind.
Qiu Long looked solemn and said secretly: "I have a sword talisman given by Master here, which can block the force of one blow. All junior brothers, listen to my order and take the opportunity to escape!"
Unexpectedly, the man showed a mocking look on his face and said calmly to Qiu Long: "Are you done?"
Qiu Long's expression suddenly changed, he immediately took out his sword talisman and shouted: "Let's go!"
The crowd dispersed in response.
However, the man just raised his hand and pressed down, and there was an incomparable force that imprisoned everyone on the spot. The sword talisman also fell to the ground. Qiu Long's aura was shattered, he vomited blood, and he was seriously injured.
At this moment, the mutation reappeared!
