As she spoke, she unleashed a bolt of spiritual power, wrapped up the falling sword, and returned to its original location.

And the other sword also flew into the air under the effect of her spiritual power.

In this way, when she threw all the swords with defensive formations, the power of the thunder and lightning had been reduced by half.

"Shatter it!" Jun Qianxi's voice fell, and Mo Lingfeng, who was holding his breath, quickly released his spiritual pressure.

After his spiritual power was infused into the sword, it increased several times under the effect of the attack formation, directly shattering the thunder and lightning.

But his spiritual power has also been depleted.

"Ling Feng, recover!"

"No way!" Mo Lingfeng looked at the damn thundercloud, and was about to drop the next attack, so he stood up stubbornly.

"Even if you want to find death, please get away!"

Mo Lingfeng was stunned for a moment, this sentence was so familiar, it seemed that his dearest senior brother had also said it.

He couldn't help but look at the person beside him, her face no longer had the smile she used to have.

She pursed her thin lips and tilted her head slightly, her eyes dazzling as if they were studded with black gems.

Her slender soft sword clung to the sword, and the wind swept her skirt in a beautiful arc.

At this time, the clouds in mid-air rolled violently, and the oppressive aura rose again.

Jun Qianxi's headband was shaken open, and her long waterfall-like hair poured down.

She looked at the clouds that turned from black to red, her face was not afraid, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked with irony.

Mo Lingfeng couldn't help but shake his eyes, this expression was completely a copy of Duanmu Ming.

He suddenly understood why the son of Tianjiao, who regarded women like a mustard, looked like a fool when he met her.

When a person has been lonely in the world for a long time and suddenly finds a person of the same kind, he will naturally love and spoil him in every way.

His originally worried heart suddenly settled down, if he was the same kind as his senior brother, she would definitely not do something that he was not sure of.

Without further ado, he sat cross-legged and began to recover wholeheartedly.

But he forgot one thing, if he was like his senior brother, even if he knew that he was going to die, he would have no fear for the things he guarded.

Is Jun Qianxi sure? The answer is no.

She only has the third order of the human realm, although she is a double summoner, but she has not contracted a magical beast, so she is no different from a martial artist.

Facing the thunderclouds at the peak of the eighth order, she was sure.

"Boom"

The thunder and lightning of the thick arm dissolved the pitch-black sky, and the light was unusually dazzling.

The sound alone shocked Jun Qianxi's ears, and she was still standing proudly in place, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

The look on her face didn't change, her fists clenched under her sleeves.

The lightning had already fallen above her head, and the ordinary blades she had planted around it exploded unbearably after absorbing a little lightning.

At this time, Jun Qianxi moved, and with a wave of her sleeves, all the swords fell beside her.

"Go!" She poured spiritual power into the sword, only to activate the formations in the sword body, and then threw them into the sky.

The blade containing the formation is originally strong with the strength of the holder.

Mo Lingfeng could resist the fall of thunder and lightning, but Jun Qianxi couldn't at all.

At the moment when the thunder and lightning were about to fall on her, her body suddenly flashed to the side.

Thunderclouds are intelligent, and Jun Qianxi's thousands of obstacles and thousands of destructions have already aroused its anger.