The gathering speed of each family was quite fast. In less than half an hour, they had all gathered. Under the command of the monks of the Xuantian Sword Sect, they formed a square formation and stood in their respective positions.
A disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect flew to Master Qingsong, saluted and reported: "Uncle Qingsong, everything is ready."
Master Qingsong opened his eyes, glanced at the monks below, nodded slightly, stood up, and the flying sword under his feet flew up as if it had spirituality, and was inserted into the scabbard on his back.
"Shou Cai stayed behind, while the others launched the flying boat and directed the monks in the workshop to board the boat."
Following his words, one disciple clasped his fists and said yes, while the other seven disciples each took out a small flying boat and recited the magic formula. As the magic formula penetrated, the small airships in their hands gradually turned into large airships that were more than ten feet long. There were seven ships floating in the air, which was so spectacular.
This wasn't over yet, Qingsong Zhenren pinched his magic skills and actually used a small dark sword the size of a palm. He threw the small sword into the air with a wave of his hand, and with a few spells, the small sword gradually became wider and longer, until it turned into a large sword dozens of feet floating in the air.
"All the monks in the workshop, don't be confused, follow the command and start boarding the boat."
As soon as Qingsong Zhenren's magic formula was withdrawn, the vigorous voice reached the ears of everyone below, and the foundation building in Qianfang City took action one after another. In cooperation with the disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect, they directed the monks to board the flying magic weapon.
Perhaps because they were the three giants in Fang City, the Jinding Sect team boarded the sword sacrificed by Qingsong Zhenren. In addition, Li Qingfeng also saw Shi Xin's figure from a distance. At this time, he was floating above an old man. Beside him, he directed his monks to board the Flying Sword. Li Qingfeng saw the grandfather and granddaughter he met in the square before in their team. He couldn't help but raised his eyebrows slightly and thought to himself what a coincidence.
Since two of them are here, the last one, Five Doors, should be no exception. Li Qingfeng, who had already boarded the Feijian, looked around and saw the familiar purple-black costume. Although I didn't see anyone I knew, the monks of the Zhou family all wore robes like that. The Zhou family belonged to the Five Sects, so the location of the Five Sects should be over there.
Li Qingfeng and the two found a place to sit down under the arrangement of the Jinding Sect monks. The flying sword under their feet was dark in color and they didn't know what material it was made of. It might be some kind of spiritual wood with various patterns carved on it. I don't know. What is the function. In his previous life, Li Qingfeng could not be said to know anything about weapon refining. He could only be said to have no talent. Naturally, he didn't understand much about this. He only guessed that the magic patterns had the effect of avoiding wind and evil.
In only about two quarters of an hour, all the monks in the city boarded the flying magic weapon. Seeing this, Master Qingsong didn't say much nonsense. He flew to the front of the giant sword and sat down cross-legged. With a squeeze of the secret, the entire giant sword trembled, slowly accelerated, and started to fly. Seeing this, the other disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect also sat at the front of the flying boat and ordered the flying boat to come.
A total of eight flying instruments, one large and seven small, rose up one after another, turned in the air and then rushed towards the southeast.
The scenery outside moved so fast that it was difficult to see clearly. After that, only white clouds remained. This speed may be hundreds of times faster than the monks' royal magic weapon, which even attracted the foundation-building monks. Everyone looked shocked.
Li Qingfeng was lucky. He had seen various large-scale flying instruments in his previous life, and their escape speeds were quite fast. The world of cultivating immortals is vast. If there are no these extremely fast flying magic weapons to travel around, how can the monks fly alone? Regardless of how long it takes, the spiritual energy in the body will definitely not be consumed enough.
As the speed increased, a translucent cover rose around the giant sword, which had windproof and soundproof effects. However, Li Qingfeng, who was sitting among them, could still feel the slight wind blowing by his ears. The sound was just rustling, not harsh.
Different from his cross-legged posture, Li Qingdong craned his neck to look out. Without the help of magical weapons, the Qi Practitioner could only be more than ten feet above the ground. He had never seen such a scene before.
Feijian was a bit crowded, but not too noisy. Apart from the slight wind, there was only the whispers of the monks talking. More monks were like Li Qingfeng, sitting cross-legged and closing their eyes to adjust themselves and prepare themselves for the upcoming battle.
Time passed little by little in this atmosphere. After closing his eyes like this for about two hours, Li Qingfeng's ears suddenly moved and his head turned slightly to one side, as if he was listening to something.
He was not the only one who had such a reaction. Several foundation-building monks on Feijian all behaved in the same way. The female foundation-building cultivator from the Five Sects even stood up and stared outside Feijian, as if she wanted to see through the thick Thick sea of clouds sees the scene below.
The sound of the wind in my ears became louder, blowing my ears, but the wind did not get louder. It was still the same as before, and even became smaller. Even some monks in the Qi-training stage seemed to sense something and tilted their heads to listen carefully. The chatter on the giant sword became less frequent, and more and more people began to listen, wondering what was going on.
Slowly, the sound became louder and louder, and everyone could hear it. The faces of some people who had reacted had changed color, and Li Qingfeng also sighed. This noise was not the wind, it was clearly the roar of a monster!
More and more people are realizing this. Starting from the casual cultivators, Feijian gradually became noisy. At this time, everyone on Feijian suddenly felt their bodies light up, and Feijian seemed to tremble slightly. After a moment, this couldn't help but make everyone on Feijian become even more panicked. The foundation-building monks of each family knew that this was a sign that the Feijian was beginning to fall. They shouted for their disciples to quiet down, and organized and restrained the monks who followed them. For a while, the entire Feijian was a little noisy.
"quiet!"
At this time, Master Qingsong's voice came over, and the power contained in it made everyone's ears hurt. When I looked over, I saw that he was still facing away from everyone, looking like he was sitting cross-legged in meditation.
"Don't panic. This is the flying sword falling. After landing, there will be an organization of monks from our sect. Just follow the command."
His voice was not high, but it echoed in everyone's ears. Coupled with his steady posture, everyone on Feijian gradually calmed down.
Li Qingfeng opened his eyes slightly and looked at the back of Master Qingsong. This was a shocking technique, and he understood it.
As the flying sword gradually emerged from the clouds, the scenery below became clearer, and the roaring in the ears gradually became louder. At this moment, several people suddenly stood up, pointed ahead and shouted: "Monster! Monster!"
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing. At first, it was just a thin black line. Some people couldn't see it clearly. But as the distance got closer, the black line gradually stretched and widened. When they looked again, it was nowhere to be seen. Is there any black line? It is clearly a bloody line where humans and monsters fight!
The flying sword continued to fall, and several rays of light rose from the front, heading towards here. Seeing this, Master Qingsong finally stopped crossing his legs and closed his eyes, but stood up, and his voice was heard far away.
"I, Qingsong, have brought a group of monks from Da'anfang City to come for reinforcements. This is my token. My fellow disciples, please release the restrictions and let me wait."
After that, he threw out a token with a wave of his hand, and a person on the opposite side caught it steadily. With a glance, his voice came from far away: "I've seen Master Qingsong, Master, go ahead." that is."
