"Whoosh!" The silver spear was practising, and the piercing sun spear exploded in front, stabbing the surrounding disciples of Xuanyin Sect unable to open their eyes.
The Huiyang cultivator, who was the first to bear the brunt, fled back in embarrassment. Looking at the sword and magic weapon in his hand, even the treasure light was dimmed a lot.
Penglai sword pavilion, cool sun gun!
Wu Xiu's actual combat power has always been stronger than Dao Xiu, and it is more obvious at low levels. The higher the level, the smaller the gap, but if you face it head-to-head, the explosive power of the martial cultivator is obviously the upper hand, and the power of the magic weapon cannot withstand the power of this gun.
Li Qingjun's shot was effective, and he felt more confident in his heart.
The tongue of the gun was swallowed, and the biting gust of wind swept through, twisting in the gale force attacking from the opposite side.
The Huiyang-level wind spell roared for thousands of miles, and wherever it passed, it was filled with the mighty power of powder, but it couldn't break the power of a silver spear.
A beam of silver light shot directly in the middle of the gale, the wind rolled back, and the mountains and rivers changed color.
"Bang!" Another Huiyang cultivator suddenly fell back, and all the disciples around him planted a gourd on the ground.
All the Xuanyin Sect disciples were shocked when they saw Li Qingjun standing with a gun.
This is really not arrogant, people have this strength!
Li Qingjun's spear tip drooped and said slowly, "Xuanyin Sect, that's all."
Without the real Xuanhao who leaped over Qianyuan abruptly, other members of the Xuanyin Sect would have been like this, otherwise they would not have been turned upside down by Qin Yimeng Qingying, who was still Tengyun, and ran out...
But that's right, it's unbearable and unbearable!
You really want to pick our Xuanyin Sect alone!
The Huiyang cultivator, headed by the leader, shouted: "The formation of yin and yang will lead to chaos!"
The monks below Tengyun all retreated, and two Huiyang monks led several Tengyun to form a battle that once made Qin Yi miserable.
Several magical treasures lit up, and even the Qin Xin monks who were retreating in the distance sacrificed their treasures and tried to attack from a distance.
Li Qingjun quietly watched Wan Daoguanghua come, his eyes were neither sad nor happy.
Too used to such a scene.
It is like a prancing horse in the battlefield, facing the cold light of countless swords and guns.
But so!
A sharp light flashed in Li Qingjun's eyes.
The Delusional Eye can accurately see where the true formation of the opponent's chaotic formation is, and the most flawed part of himself has been filled. Daoist cultivator is a wonderful way, and martial arts can destroy it!
The huge spear phantom pierced the sky and crushed countless brilliance, like a meteor flying to the moon, without entering the formation.
Penglai swordsmanship, falling moon sword!
The biggest difference between Li Qingjun and Qin Yi in swinging the stick is that they know how to fly swords.
"boom!"
The Yin-Yang Chaos Array was smashed into shape with a single blow. Some weaker Tengyun cultivators spewed blood and fell out. Li Qingjun.
He didn't keep his hand just now, it was completely the faithful Xuanyin disciple who was going all out. But in the big formation, they were still beaten to pieces.
However, the two Huiyang elders were not damaged. Under the blessing of the formation, they actually had the upper hand. When Li Qingjun's new power was not born, two Tai Chi appeared around her.
Dao Xiu has its own mysterious methods, not by bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.
Li Qingjun's body was stagnant, and then his spiritual consciousness was slightly chaotic, as if there were irresistible persuasion, which was killing her will and weakening her spirit.
Xuanyin Sect's cauldron confusion method.
Elder Huiyang, who was headed by him, smiled and said, "Cultivation of life, not of nature, is just the cauldron sent to me, so I'll be obedient to me... Huh?"
Li Qingjun opened his eyes sharply, as if two sword shadows appeared in his eyes.
Then there seemed to be a sound of silk breaking, and two sword shadows flashed past, but the loud elder Huiyang pressed his head and groaned in pain: "This, what is this!"
Gifted by Ghost Cultivator, Soulless Sword!
Li Qingjun picked up the silver spear and broke into the formation, blood splashing. The elder Huiyang stumbled back, blood oozing from his ribs and even the seven orifices.
With one enemy and a hundred, the odd formation was broken, and Huiyang, the strongest enemy of the enemy, was injured and returned.
Li Qingjun shot to the ground and shouted coldly, "Whoever crosses the line will die!"
There was silence in the field.
Qin Yi next to him looked at Li Qingjun's back, almost stiff.
In fact, he is not completely unable to control the array, and he can still do it completely by distracting and assisting with a few spells. It's just that Qingjun is addicted to playing, but she doesn't want to take action. It's good for her to exercise.
Such a sassy and heroic appearance, just looking at it is a kind of enjoyment.
When she is on a horse, she is not allowed to drive. She is born to gallop on such a battlefield...
Of course, this kind of situation is actually due to the lack of tacit cooperation between the other side. For example, the two Huiyang elders never made a move at the same time, and they always seemed to be competing one after the other to see whose method was more effective.
With such a lack of tacit cooperation, it is not necessarily true that there are so many people that they are really strong. After all, the so-called formation is not to form a formation in advance to let Li Qingjun enter the formation, but this kind of external formation. If Li Qingjun does not leave this formation, he is really not afraid of them.
"Penglai female sword cultivator... bullying my sect is too much!" Even the other elder Huiyang, who was suspected of being Yu Fuzi's uncle, was angry and offered the magic weapon at the bottom of the box: "I really think my Xuanyin sect has no one!"
Countless Xuanyin sect disciples behind them radiated various auxiliary rays of light on the two Huiyang elders, and their momentum skyrocketed.
Qin Yi quietly stacks Li Qingjun with Juli, Lightweight, Solid Magic, and Sharp Qi.
Isn't it just an assistant, who doesn't
Li Qingjun shook his head and smiled slightly: "Then try again."
The battle resumes.
Basically, the disciples of Tengyun can't participate in this kind of battle, they can only sneak out to attack the cold son... Seeing the two Huiyang elders around Li Qingjun and fighting like lights, Yu Fuzi's eyes turned quietly and slowly backed away.
Qin Yi looked at it for a while and saw that he could indeed hold on to it, and his mind began to turn to the distance.
Speaking of it here, it’s eloquent. In fact, this confrontation is very fast, and even the time to bring them out of the mountain is very short... The time calculation in the world of immortals is a bit annoying. For example, it is about less than two minutes. cup of tea? Too vague, not as good as Yidong.
But in less than two minutes, Master Xuan Hao, who was guarding outside the Qianshan Alliance, should have already sensed that the sect had changed. Although it is one or two thousand miles away, and some small provinces in the earth have crossed provinces, Xuanhao is Qianyuan!
Sure enough, just thinking so, Xuan Hao's roar came from thousands of miles away: "He Fang rat! Die for me!"
With the voice, the spirit has already descended.
Qin Yi found that these Qianyuan players liked the mode of using the Divine Soul to drop in the first time, even if they knew that it was particularly dangerous, they had to pretend to be forced to do so. At the beginning, the palace lord and the monk Chengyuan lost both in a short confrontation. Later, Feng Buluo Hai chased himself first, but he turned around and ran away when he saw Zhan Guangjing. …
At this time, Xuan Hao was also the same. His spirit came, and he saw an overwhelming mouth waiting for him in the sky.
Just open your mouth, eyes and nose with nothing.
"Ouch..."
"!!!" Xuan Hao's spirit was instantly recovered, as if he had seen a ghost.
Tassel didn't bite for a while, and took it back angrily: "He runs fast."
Qin Yi wiped his sweat: "Can't you sneak attack? You have to wait there."
"It's too late, Qianyuan Spiritual Mind moves thousands of miles, and recovers in an instant. There is no point in any sneak attack. Zhang is waiting there. I originally wanted to see if he would think he was very powerful, and rushed into the self-inflicted trap."
"He's not stupid!"
"Humph." Tassel said, "He's here in real form at the moment, we'll run right away and go hide-and-seek with him."
"Okay." Qin Yi turned his head and was about to greet Li Qingjun to retreat when the sky suddenly changed.
Xuan Hao was rushing back from outside the Qianshan Alliance over there, and he fell into a huge chessboard halfway there.
There are nineteen vertical and horizontal paths, and the paths are mysterious.
No sky, no land, black and white.
The cycle of yin and yang is like being caught in a puzzle.
The most terrifying thing is that the Spiritual Mind that has just been recovered can't find the expelling shell. Although the consciousness has returned, the three souls and seven souls seem to be separated by the chess game, and they can't find the way home.
"The soul is separated, and Qianyuan is nothing more than this. The old man has been waiting for you to be trapped in this situation for seven days..." An old voice came from the Qianshan, which sounded rather distressed: "You know that I have been in this for seven days. How did it go..."