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For a while, everything on the Qianmei Ancient Road was imprisoned by the huge mana, and all of them maintained the movements of the previous moment, whether it was the branches flying in the sky, the flowers that kept whirling, or the people who were casting the magic weapon to defend, they were all stunned and motionless. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Long stared intently, his divine sense was like a tide pouring out in all directions, scanning layer by layer, and sure enough, near everyone, he found a few looming, almost imperceptible fluctuations, those fluctuations were exactly the same as the fluctuations on the plum blossom needle he had just seen, just like them.

"Sure enough, as I expected, it's so dangerous, fortunately, I found it early, and if I was one step later, I'm afraid I would have to help you collect the body!" Han Long wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Obviously, there is not only one plum blossom needle he just collected, and those few same fluctuations are obviously the same magic weapon.

If he hadn't taken a step earlier to perform the one-word immobilization technique and imprison the entire Qianmei Ancient Dao out of thin air, he was afraid that Feng Taixian and few of them would be able to survive this strange plum blossom needle magic weapon, and a few of them would not have such a hard and strong body as himself, even if the dragon was a thousand-year-old bloody reckless, and he was defenseless, he would not be able to resist the sneak attack of this thing.

Like the handle, several golden hands appeared out of thin air, and the golden light flashed again, and those big hands had tightly restrained the plum blossom needles in the air.

"Broken!"

With a soft drink, several thunderous muffled sounds sounded one after another, and the insidious and strange power fluctuations were released one by one, and the golden hands swelled several times as violently as if blowing up balloons, and the hidden power on the plum blossom needles was like a wild horse, as if they wanted to break through the golden hands that imprisoned them, and tortured them in this Qianmei Ancient Road space.

Han Long's face flashed several times with golden light, and his mana was like a spring, surging out.

The big golden hands were like a ditch in the sky, firmly blocking and wrapping those several insidious and strange but powerful forces, those golden hands swelled to the extreme, and then compressed, compressed, compressed, and compressed, and finally compressed those few forces into a few walnut-sized golden spheres, with mysterious patterns flashing on the surface, and golden light flowing endlessly.

Those mysterious patterns were the power seals that Han Long had cast in imitation of a Heavenly Dao trajectory.

The power implied on the plum blossom needle is obviously very different from his own power, insidious and strange, and it is the most suitable for sneak attacks. Han Long didn't want to waste these powers, he sealed them and released them at the right time, which was obviously even more effective.

After releasing the power, the plum blossom needle was included in the Sumeru ring by Han Long one by one.

When he finished doing all this, there was also a faint trace of sweat on his face, and at the same time, it was not a very easy thing for him to imprison the entire Qianmei Ancient Path and Feng Taixian and several mid-Yuan Infant cultivators.

Then, his figure shook again and again, and quickly appeared beside Feng Taixian and the others, dragging a few people up, and flying towards the depths of the Qianmei Ancient Road at a gallop.

In the next moment, the space of the entire ancient path returned to normal, and the flowers that were constantly whirling and impacting the branches flying in the sky all hit the air with a strong whistling sound.

The faces of those trees all showed smug smiles at this time, and let out arrogant laughter, thinking that they had hit Feng Taixian and a few of them, but the next moment, they sensed that something was wrong, obviously they all found Feng Taixian and their figures, and they had already flown towards the depths of the ancient road.

"Roaring ......"

An endless roar resounded in the sky above the ancient road, and the faces of those trees all showed humanized angry expressions, and they actually pulled out the roots of the trees from the ground one after another, and they chased after Han Long and them like people.

Seven earthy yellow rays of light flashed from the shadows of the stone wall at the same time, rushing towards Han Long and them like meteors catching the moon, and the speed was so fast that they were three points better than Han Long.

After the time of the half-pillar incense, several yellow rays of light had already passed over Han Long and them, and with a rapid whirling in the air, they shot towards Han Long fiercely.

Before he got close, a sweet fragrance had already come, and Han Long's heart sank, and he secretly screamed: "Is it poisonous!"

So he hurriedly held his breath, his mind moved, and he raised the Breathless Sword, and the dazzling golden light suddenly seemed to have eyes, blocking the several yellow rays head-on, one of which was a yellow light that I didn't know what it was, and it actually beat the Breathless Sword to the ground, firmly holding the upper hand.

In the darkness behind him, several pairs of blood-colored eyes appeared, staring at Han Long's figure, flashing with a strange light.

The next moment, the other two yellow rays of light also shot out, and they all hit the light of the Breathless Sword, and the golden light on the Breathless Sword was suddenly suppressed, and a whining sword sound suddenly came from the sword's body, obviously unable to resist the attack of the three yellow rays.

Han Long unleashed his Heavenly Spiritual Eye, and only then did he see the three yellow rays of light clearly, but they were three fist-sized beads, and the spiritual light flowed throughout the body, endlessly, and there were dense mountain-shaped patterns on the surface, and those spiritual lights flowed from those mountain-shaped patterns week after week.

These beads were very heavy, as if they were condensed by the weight of a mountain, and they hit the Breathless Sword continuously, Han Long felt as if he had been hit by infinite force again and again, and the whole person was knocked out by force, like a kite that had dropped its string, and involuntarily hit the stone wall on the right, with a muffled "bang", the gravel flew wildly, and the whole person fell directly into the stone wall, smashing out a human-shaped pit.

Even if Han Long's physical body was extremely strong, he was smashed all over Venus at this time, and he was dizzy, and he was replaced by another ordinary late Yuan Infant monk, just afraid that he would break his tendons.

The three beads did not relax, only spun in mid-air for a while, and then roared towards Han Long again.

The situation was critical, but Han Long didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly pressed his hands on the stone wall, and the whole person was ejected like an arrow from the string, and just flew out of the stone wall, the fierce wind was already blowing in his face, and his figure flashed, and he was above the air first.

The next moment, there was a loud "boom", and the three beads that came from the roar had already punched a large hole in the stone wall behind him with a diameter of more than a zhang, and it was dark and dark, and I didn't know how deep it was.

"It's so dangerous! Such a heavy bead, it can actually suppress the Breathless Sword with its weight alone, it's so powerful" Han Long was shocked in his heart, and secretly said, this is the first time he has encountered a magic weapon heavier than the Breathless Sword since his debut.

Hurriedly pinched the magic trick and performed a secret technique called "Light Splitting Sword Shadow".

The Breathless Sword suddenly sparked with light, splitting into two, two into four, and four into eight,...... In the blink of an eye, his side was already covered with sword shadows, and the ninety-nine eighty-one identical Interestless Swords were distributed in a circle within a radius of one zhang from Han Long.

The sword qi and momentum on each Breathless Sword are the same, it is condensed by Han Long with supreme mana with the magic trick in the Haotian Immortal Technique, and each sword has the strength of the sixth layer of the Breathless Sword.

Ninety-nine eighty-one breathless sword, secretly in line with the number of ninety-nine to one in the Heavenly Dao, is in the Haotian Immortal Jue, a powerful sword move, offensive and defensive integration, the end is extremely powerful, with the realm of Han Longyuan infant, it is not easy to perform this "splitting sword shadow" technique, at this time, the breath on his body has also withered by three points.

Many lifeless swords surrounded Han Long, and the dazzling sword light set him off with golden light, in this dark ancient road, it was particularly eye-catching, as if the gods descended to earth, majestic and sacrosanct.

"Huh?"

In the darkness not far away, a soft sound suddenly came out.

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To be continued.

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