Shen Luo once again activated the wind and thunder spiritual patterns in his arms, and gusts of green wind rose out of thin air. In a blink of an eye, it grew into a hurricane wind column dozens of feet high, making a whistling sound.
The hurricane's wind column was so fierce that it threatened to change the color of the sky and earth, and blew the white mist in the sky away in all directions.
When Yan Lie saw this scene, his face suddenly darkened. He made a gesture with his right hand and grabbed. Suddenly, a giant hand about the size of an acre fell from the white mist in the sky and grabbed towards Shen Luo's head.
Golden lightning struck it, and the mist on the surface of the giant palm trembled slightly, but it did not collapse and continued to fly down.
But the shadow of the moon flashed on Shen Luo's feet, and he teleported dozens of feet away in the air, avoiding the giant palm's grab and running straight towards Yan Lie. A black and red blade light more than ten feet long shot out from his body and slashed towards Yan Lie's head. It was the blood-stained flying knife.
Yan Lie's expression changed drastically, and he dodged backwards in a hurry, opening his mouth and spitting out the red sword that wrapped around the black and red blade light. The two swords slashed against each other with clanging sounds, and flames shot out in all directions.
Shen Luo quickly made hand gestures, and the black and red blade light suddenly became several times larger. A fierce and bloodthirsty aura burst out, wrapping around the red sword and cutting it in half.
With a "swish", the red sword was cut into two pieces and turned into two pieces of ordinary iron that chased downwards. The spiritual power inside and the spirit of the weapon were instantly sucked away.
The power of the black and red blade increased again, transforming into a black and red lightning that continued to strike towards Yan Lie, several times faster than before.
Shen Luo was also surprised by this situation. He obviously didn't expect that this blood-stained magic knife actually had the ability to devour the spiritual power of magic weapons.
The knife flashed so fast that Yan Lie couldn't dodge it and was about to be injured. His face turned cold and veins on his forehead throbbed, as if he wanted to make some move.
A scissors-shaped golden light shot out from the side, and with a "clang" sound, it blocked the attack of the blood-stained magic knife. It turned out to be the Golden Dragon Double Scissors of Master Wanshui.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, I'm sorry!" Zhenren Wanshui flew over and made a gesture with his hands.
The Golden Dragon Double Scissors turned into two golden dragon-like sword rainbows with a "boom" and slashed towards Shen Luo crosswise.
Shen Luo dodged Jian Hong's attack by swaying his body. He waved his arm and dozens of thick golden lightning bolts shot out, tearing through the void and striking towards Master Wanshui, forcing him to retreat.
"Not ready yet?" He communicated with Huo Lingzi through voice transmission.
"It will be ready soon. The force of space here is quite strange. It is quite different from what I expected. Wait a moment." Huo Lingzi said.
Shen Luo frowned slightly and continued to use his thunder and lightning powers to bombard the two of them. At the same time, he communicated with Zhao Feiji in the Qiankun bag with his mind, and bursts of soul-enchanting flute sounds floated towards Yan Lie and Wanshui Zhenren.
However, a layer of white light appeared on the two of them, easily blocking the invasion of the flute sounds.
"Master, those two people seem to be attached with the power of restriction, and even the Dragon Burial Flute cannot penetrate it." Zhao Feiji's surprised voice sounded in Shen Luo's heart.
When Shen Luo heard this, his face darkened. No wonder Master Wanshui was completely unaffected when he was hiding in the illusion mist. It turned out that he had such a restriction on his body.
"Want to use the soul-capturing magic sound to attack you again? Unfortunately, in this Nine-curve psychedelic formation, any spiritual attack is difficult to work. Prepare to die!" Yan Lie was almost injured by Shen Luo before. At this moment, he was a little angry and sneered. After that, he turned his hand and offered a big flag, waving it.
The white phantom mist around it surged wildly, and white light shot out from inside, becoming much more condensed in an instant, and it actually withstood the bombardment of golden lightning and the sweep of the green hurricane, which rushed over from all directions.