After Bai Qianjun fell to the ground from the distant peak, he did not choose to come against the wind, but strode straight forward, if there were ancient trees and bushes blocking the road, he would shoot it with one hand.

Ye Fan looked at the momentum of the comer, and made a decision in his heart.

The aura of the left hand that twisted the talisman was slightly irrigated, and the right hand that carved the pattern of the formation was not slackened for a moment.

At the beginning, in the Great Sumeru Immortal Array, Xiu Wudao as a reward, carved a total of five talismans to Ye Fan, one of which was used by him as an array eye and a copy specimen, and quickly formed a Great Sumeru Array to cover the mountain behind him.

Before drawing the talisman, Ye Fan breathed a breath of grandeur, and his pen shone brightly, so that this talisman formation could be retained for a long time.

And the pressure talisman twisted in his left hand was praised by Xiu Wudao as "ten thousand ghosts can be pressed, and pseudo-immortals are not afraid".

In terms of grade, it is the highest of the five runes.

Bai Qianjun, whose natal flying sword had been broken, rushed fiercely to kill, and was less than a hundred zhang away from Ye Fan.

Zhao Yongchang frowned slightly, and was just about to separate a flying sword river to besiege Bai Qianjun, but the latter turned around, avoiding the mighty flying sword river in front of him, and came rapidly from Ye Fan's left side, Zhao Yongchang, who was trying his best to maintain and control the flying sword river in front of him, faced with such a cunning Bai Qianjun, he was also unable to do it at this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

A drop of sweat slid down Ye Fan's forehead, and the distance between the two was less than fifty zhang.

Ye Fan shook his wrist, and the pressure talisman on the tip of his left finger was ignited by a breath of aura, and he quickly came out of his sleeve, and said silently in his heart: "Town!"

Bai Qianjun looked up to the sky and laughed, without pausing at all, he jumped forward, and a long sword appeared in his hand, "Sword cultivation talisman, it really makes people laugh off their big teeth!"

It's just that soon Bai Qianjun couldn't laugh.

When the golden talisman was completely burned out, Bai Qianjun, who was still in the air, was surprised to find that the ethereal talisman began to rotate rapidly around him from afar, Bai Qianjun stabilized the Dao heart, sank into the dantian, and made the body fall rapidly, and when he landed in a hurry, the talisman turned into a towering mountain, and suppressed it fiercely towards Bai Qianjun's heavenly spirit cover.

Bai Qianjun said sharply: "Give me death!"

With a twist of his body, he drove his right arm, and with a swift sword, he shattered half of Dayue above his head.

It's just the phantom of the mountains that scattered away, and it didn't take long for it to be intact, no more, no less, just a thousand feet, and continued to suppress Bai Qianjun's head silently.

Bai Qianjun was deeply trapped in the top of the mountain, but he was still not afraid, and his sword came out like a rainbow, shattering and recovering the mountain again and again, and he kept repeating it.

A pressure talisman carved by Xiu Wudao himself, it is not difficult to temporarily trap and consume a Six Realms sword cultivator, and it is not even impossible to force him to stay away from this place, but if you want to consume him alive, it is also a fool's dream.

Ye Fan knew this, and he didn't expect this pressure talisman to be able to trap and kill Bai Qianjun.

Yuan Chengshan has been patiently waiting for the long river of flying swords to pass away, and Ye Fan is not racing against time to seize the miracle of one in ten thousand.

The heavy rain is still there, and there is no sign of getting lighter for the time being.

Bai Qianjun was upset by the pressure talisman that Zhang Zhang, why, the aura contained in this strange talisman was inexhaustible? This was the first time he had broken this mountain? Thirty or fifty times?

He felt more and more that the situation was not good, and now that he was closer, Bai Qianjun could clearly see the movements of Ye Fan's right hand, which seemed to be depicting a formation that was not of low grade.

Although it is impossible to think about the sword construction array, Bai Qianjun is always a little uneasy, and he feels more and more that something is wrong, which is definitely strange.

No matter.

That Qiao Sandao has always been a shrinking turtle, let him be, if he dares to harm my business, he will kill him with one sword.

Bai Qianjun, who already had many cracks in his clothes, saw that the long sword in his hand could no longer withstand such frequent and violent collisions, and was about to break into several sections.

A sword light flashed in Bai Qianjun's eyes, and then filled his entire body.

Tong Yi at the top of the mountain frowned and scolded: "Idiot!"

Bai Qianjun was already ignoring it at this time, the flickering sword light in his body illuminated the entire foot of the mountain, and it didn't take long for him to reach a hundred zhang, the earth suddenly trembled, and the aura that had not yet been exhausted followed by the pressure talisman that was not exhausted.

The thousand-foot-high peak of the Fu Gong Mountain still pressed straight down.

Some of the Shi Tengguo soldiers who had gathered not far away and had no time to dodge were directly cut in two by these extremely clear sword lights, and dozens of people were injured or killed.

Heavy rain fell on the peaks and slid down, not seeping into the mud, but quickly converging into a stream.

Ye Fan sighed lightly, the innate sword blank is really strong, but he is so blatantly the first to expose his strength, so he is not afraid of being overshadowed?

Zhao Yongchang saw that Bai Qianjun on the opposite side had gained momentum, he couldn't help gritting his teeth, took out a silver-white bead from his arms, and then pinched and exploded.

Seven silver-white dragons more than ten zhang long suddenly appeared at the moment when the beads were broken, hovering in the air, with white beads in their mouths, and a trace of thunder and lightning lingered.

It seems that it should be made of a powerful spiritual weapon. Scale Literature

Bai Qianjun just thought that it was time for him to show his full strength, but he didn't think that seven powerful thunder and lightning dragons appeared above his head, and after his mind froze slightly, he let out a roar, and at the same time, the sword light suddenly exploded, wanting to break free from the suppression of the mountain peak above his head in order to avoid the attack of the thunder and lightning dragon.

The peak of Fu Qi Mountain was majestic, allowing the sword light to be cold, cutting itself into several sections and then condensing again.

One by one, the dragons opened their huge mouths, and several silver-white thunder beads shot out, smashing into Bai Qianjun's "small" body.

The ground shook again.

The sword light slashed out the thunderball, making a few loud "booms".

Two more thunderballs spit out from Jiaolong's mouth and smashed into Bai Qianjun, who was tightly wrapped in sword light.

Lei Fa is the head of ten thousand laws, if it is Bai Qianjun who has not broken the natal flying sword, it should not be too embarrassing to deal with, but at this time, he can only use an ordinary flying sword that he found in a hurry, and his strength has been discounted a few times, if he is not an innate sword blank, he is talented in swords and swordsmanship, I am afraid that he has already been seriously injured under the bombardment of these thunder and lightning dragons.

But even so, Bai Qianjun's life is by no means easy.

A Changhong landed not far from the peak of Jiaolong Mountain from the top of the mountain fifty miles away, and pleaded: "You and I will stop here, and my Dayan side will leave immediately, how about it?"

When Tong Yi said this, he gritted his teeth and was extremely helpless at the same time.

This Bai Qianjun is really a thing that has more than enough success and more than failure!

Obviously, sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, let Yuan Chengshan and Luo Qingxuan explore this guy's back hand first, and if they see each other again, they will basically win. Even if you Bai Qianjun can't help it, it's not impossible to chase after the victory, but he chose the most stupid method, he didn't hide his whereabouts at all, and rushed forward without being stunned, he didn't need his pig brain to think about it, if Ye Fan didn't have a backhand at all, how could he be so upright and depict the formation under your nose, and people would just wait for you to take the bait, and hit him with death.

But there is no way, if Bai Qianjun folds here, not mentioning the accountability of Dayan and Burning Haizhai, in this holy water secret realm, with the current situation, it will definitely not be good for him.

Of the seven silver-white dragons hovering in the sky, one of them had disappeared due to lack of aura.

Ye Fan didn't have any intention of stopping, he just stared intently at the formation patterns on the ground, and the tips of his right fingers didn't stop.

The remaining six dragons did not hesitate at all, and several huge thunder and lightning magic balls condensed and spat out towards Bai Qianjun.

The six dragons and the peaks of the Fu Qi Mountain have disappeared, but the shrunken thunderballs are inlaid in Bai Qianjun's chest and abdomen, forming an extremely strange symbol, when the last thunderball is inlaid, Bai Qianjun's upper body suddenly shines brightly, and a huge thunderbolt of human thickness is generated from Bai Qianjun's body, emitting a huge roar.

A killing intent flashed in Tong Yi's eyes, and he took a step forward.

"You're going one step further?"

Tong Yi frowned, his sense of vigilance was great, and he said in disbelief: "Cui Feng, you are actually Ye Fan's accomplice?"

Cui Feng, who had a long sword hanging on his waist, floated out from the forest not far away, stretched out his right hand and pointed back, "I'm not Ye Fan's accomplice now, the reason why I came here is because this guy has to pull me here, and I'm embarrassed to refuse, there's no way." ”

The bald young man in coarse linen clothes slowly walked out from behind Cui Feng, still looking weak, but at this time he was a little more helpless, "Didn't you say that if you can make Ye Fan owe you a personal favor, it can be worth more than a piece of Heavenly Yan Holy Water?" ”

Cui Feng's expression, which had been exposed, did not change at all, he just turned his head to look at Tong Yi, and said in a deep voice: "In a word, now Ye Fan is covered by me, if you don't accept it, you will come to fight, I want to see the legendary Tong Yi who is wise and close to the demon, can Xiu Wei also be a big step ahead of me?"

There was anger hidden in the eyes of Tong Yi, who looked like a child, but it was not easy to attack, so he had to pick up Bai Qianjun, who was dying of black smoke, and left here in a few flashes.

Guan Zishi shook his shoulders, and the coarse linen clothes on his body stirred up a ripple, bouncing off all the raindrops that were negative on it.

Then he walked to Ye Fan's side and looked down twice.

Although the rain was pouring down, the pattern of the formation still emitted a faint fluorescence, and it was extremely clear to see.

Guan Zishi shook his head slightly, and punched Ye Fan's right shoulder in Cui Feng's surprised eyes.

The rain gradually stopped.

The soldiers at the foot of the hill began to retreat.

The long river of flying swords has come to an end.

Yuan Chengshan had already straightened up and broken the ban on the long river with one punch.

Meanwhile.

The formation pattern under Ye Fan's right hand suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.

Then the white light sped forward, turning into a white bowl and falling downward.

The seemingly endless river of flying swords has all disappeared, but Su Yihuo, Yuan Chengshan, Chen Biluo, Zhou Jie, Luo Qingxuan and others are covered by the white bowl, and the situation is uncertain.

Ye Fan fell backwards suddenly, and while falling, he whispered, "Thank you." ”

Guan Zishi brushed the raindrops off his bald head and yawned.