On the entire floating island, except for a few people, everyone else died.
There was silence all around.
Wang Hongdao narrowed his eyes and looked towards the opposite side.
Qi Yan held a long sword like autumn water in his hand, and wore a bamboo hat on his head.
The brim of the bamboo hat was pressed very low, so he couldn't see his face clearly for a while.
But Wang Hongdao recognized the other party's identity with a glance.
It was indeed Qi Yan.
Nothing is the slightest difference.
Qi Yan looked at him indifferently.
The eyes of the two met and did not stagger for a moment.
Wang Hongdao first looked away and carefully looked at the long sword in Qi Yan's hand.
He said, "No, you must not be Qi Yan."
"How do you see that?" Qi Yan asked.
"That kid Qi Yan never knows how to use a sword, he is good at five elements fire spirits and formations."
"Maybe I suddenly became interested in swordsmanship recently." Qi Yan said.
Wang Hongdao shook his head: "Swordsmanship is the most difficult and dangerous, and it cannot be accomplished overnight."
He raised his hand, with a wave of spiritual power.
A brightly colored bug lay quietly on the back of his finger.
"Although you are wearing a bamboo hat, I can sense your general state—your strength alone is not enough to stand in front of me, so if you want to survive, tell me the coordinates of the new world immediately." Wang Hongdao said with.
Qi Yan held a long sword in his hand and didn't answer for a moment.
Seeing this, Wang Hongdao continued: "Let's waste less time, no matter who you are, hand over the coordinates of the new world now, and then obediently let me impose a ban. In this way, we will have more time to chat."
"Elder Wang is in a hurry?" Qi Yan asked.
"That's not true, it's just nonsense that doesn't need to be said."
"Why?"
"The more nonsense, the more variables."
Wang Hongdao's voice became full of killing intent: "I'll give you the last three breaths, immediately throw down the sword and surrender, or I'll kill you directly."
Qi Yan's long sword moved.
A sword light flew out, cutting in mid-air.
Roar! ! !
In the void, a huge strange insect suddenly appeared, making a cry full of pain.
It was cut open from the head to the tail by Jianmang.
The yellow blood was like a torrential rain, blowing into the sky with the sword wind.
The strange insect died on the spot, and the body fell to the ground, motionless.
"Elder Wang, you said you would give me three breaths, why did you do it all of a sudden?" Qi Yan said coldly.
Wang Hongdao's face darkened again.
"It's rare to have such swordsmanship in such a humble state."
"But based on your strength, if you want to be proud of this old man, it's still a hundred thousand years too early."
As Wang Hongdao spoke slowly, the fluctuation of spiritual power on his body began to become terrifying and intense.
The entire floating island trembled slightly.
"Is this kind of power the Xuanling period?"
Feeling the fluctuation of spiritual power in the void, Qi Yan said with some emotion.
"Last chance, surrender to me, or you will die in the next moment." Wang Hongdao said expressionlessly.
Qi Yan said: "About the date of my death, in fact, my son will not agree."
"Your son?" Wang Hongdao raised his voice sharply.
This name is really surprising.
This sentence represents more meanings that are difficult to express for a while.
Wang Hongdao paused.
next second.
Qi Yan suddenly showed a look of attention.
Wang Hongdao also raised his head and stared at the sky.
"Boom!"
It seems that something has been smashed.
Immediately afterwards, a series of vibrations sounded over the entire island.
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom!
The beating of war drums was urgent and urgent, one sound faster than the other.
The sound of war drums was heard throughout the island.
This is the highest level of alarm at Guangyangmen, which means a dangerous situation that is a matter of life and death.
Once such drums sounded, all monks had to put down their work and rush to the bottom of the floating island.
Everyone must guard there regardless of life or death.
Because the sound of the drum represented a problem with the most important magic circle.
Large-scale spiritual isolation circle!
It is related to whether the world demon can detect this island!
And at this moment, the magic circle was destroyed!
For a sect, this is an endless war.
The ancient war drums shook the whole island because of this.
Wang Hongdao's complexion changed drastically.
In an instant, the spiritual power on his body was absorbed again and again, until finally not even a trace of spiritual power was escaping.
He almost used the fastest speed to collect all the spiritual energy.
But the situation changed too fast and suddenly, too swiftly.
No matter how fast Wang Hongdao moved, it still had a slight impact.
In the void, densely packed black mouths appeared.
All the unconscious bodies of the world demons came.
These big mouths hang around the floating island, aiming at Wang Hongdao together.
The black mouth was ready to move, but gradually quieted down.
It's such a pity, the spiritual power in that direction disappears at the slightest sign.
Just a little bit away, they can discover delicious food.
There are more and more big black mouths, gradually covering the entire void.
The floating island where Guangyangmen is located is completely surrounded by the unconscious body of the world demon.
Looking at this scene, Wang Hongdao gritted his teeth and said, "You vicious boy..."
"Is there any way to do this? Your cultivation realm is too high, and the young master does not approve of letting you use your spiritual power." Qi Yan said leisurely.
They are standing on a high podium.
The entire island where Guangyang Gate is located can no longer emit any trace of spiritual power.
Because from this moment on, anyone who dares to use spiritual power will be discovered by the realm demon's unconscious body, and then eaten by the realm demon.
Neither Wang Hongdao from Xuanling Realm nor Zhao Wuhammer from Taixu Realm could use the spiritual power in his body.
The big black mouth in the sky opened downwards, revealing sharp fangs.
They are in place and waiting patiently.
Waiting for a creature to leak spiritual power.
Once the target is found, they will swarm up and eat the monk until there is not even a scum left.
"This is how you deal with me?" Wang Hongdao stared at Qi Yan.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of the drums was as urgent as a shower, urging people to fight for their lives to protect the magic circle for the sect.
As long as the magic circle is not repaired, the drumming will never stop.
Originally, such a moment was the moment when all monks stood up to guard the sect.
But almost all the monks were killed by Wang Hongdao.
No one can protect the magic circle.
This was really the most embarrassing moment in Wang Hongdao's life.
His hand reached out unconsciously to the storage bag.
"I know you have an escape boat, but do you dare to use the storage bag now?" Qi Yan said.
Wang Hongdao looked at the sky.
The sky was no longer visible, it was full of the unconscious body of the demons in the world.
They kept shaking to sense the spiritual power around them.
Wang Hongdao's face darkened.
Opening the storage bag requires a little spiritual power.
But the appearance of this trace of spiritual power is likely to be captured by the unconscious body of the demon.
The consequence is death.
Wang Hongdao dare not gamble.
"But have you ever thought about it? In this way, you can't escape yourself." Wang Hongdao said.
"I haven't thought about it." Qi Yan said.
He admitted so readily that Wang Hongdao couldn't believe it.
"I absolutely don't believe this. No one can disregard their own life and death." Wang Hongdao shook his head.
"Listen, I seldom hear such an ancient war urging sound, this drum sound is surprisingly good." Qi Yan said lightly.
He clenched his sword tightly and leaned forward slightly.
"Today, here, either you die or I die, and other things are divided into life and death."
he said finally.
"Slow!" Wang Hongdao shouted.
"You idiot, there are some things that can be discussed slowly, why didn't you tell me that you controlled the magic circle of the floating island!" Wang Hongdao gritted his teeth.
"There's no need for that," Qi Yan said, "Not to mention my young master, even I think that fighting should look like fighting, and it's really meaningless to calculate anything."
The long sword like autumn water pointed directly at Wang Hongdao.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Drums beat fast.
Fighting spirit is strong.
There seems to be a beacon.
"Yellow Spring Realm, Mountain Girl, please enlighten me." She said.