"Buzz ......"

The golden spikes of light collided with the nine thick ink strokes suspended in mid-air and formed a circle, and immediately caused a low humming sound on the dragon calling platform. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The crowd stared closely.

Saw.

At the moment when they were touched by the golden light thorn, the nine thick ink strokes were suppressed and began to squirm irregularly.

It's like struggling.

Calling the Dragon Terrace Center.

"It's going to break!"

Sensing the energy fluctuations coming from the Sanhua Gathering Array, Qingzhu's face changed slightly, and he immediately increased the speed in his hand and continued to build the formation diagram quickly.

Look far away.

In front of him, a densely carved circular array had already appeared, although the patterns in the array looked very dense, but Qingzhu still did not have the slightest intention of stopping, but more quickly in the gap of the array, frantically depicting one by one, completely different patterns.

An extremely vicissitudes of ancient aura permeated from this huge array, forming a faint sense of oppression all around.

At the edge of the ring.

"Broken!"

The golden light was sheng, and under Zhou Yinger's cold cheer, the golden light thorn skyrocketed in an instant, completely shattering the nine thick ink strokes.

"Boom ......"

The moment the formation was broken, a huge explosion spread, and the sharp energy fluctuations, with the Sanhua Gathering Array as the center, with a terrifying momentum, vibrated and spread out in all directions.

The onlookers were shocked.

Because, the energy fluctuations caused by the explosion are really terrifying.

Shocked.

Everyone's eyes were still focused on the dragon platform.

Star.

At the place of the explosion, the strong wind around Zhou Ying'er was howling, blowing the white clothes with a clangling sound.

Wrapped in the chaotic energy, Zhou Yinger behaved extremely indifferently, and her body turned in the air, just like the ribbon that danced for nine days, it slowly landed.

The energy dissipated.

Zhou Ying'er squinted her eyes tightly and looked at Qingzhu coldly.

This way.

Under Zhou Yinger's gaze.

Qingzhu waved the brush in his hand, and in the center of the fully composed array in front of him, he lightly clicked, and then the whole array immediately began to rotate.

"It's worthy of Zhenyue Shangfang, who can actually break my Sanhua Gathering in such a short period of time!"

Turning his eyes and looking at Zhou Ying'er, Qingzhu first exclaimed, and then opened his mouth to add: "However, my ink attack formation is not so easy to break." ”

"Really?"

Zhou Ying'er grinned and sneered.

In her opinion, the reason why Qingzhu's strength is so strong is that it completely relies on the formation, and in terms of its own strength, Qingzhu is not her opponent at all.

Therefore, as the onlookers speculated, at the beginning of the competition, Zhou Yinger opened fire and launched a fierce attack on Qingzhu, trying to stop Qingzhu from arranging the formation.

How.

Qingzhu did not choose to directly arrange the attack formation at the beginning, but as if he knew Zhou Yinger's intentions, he arranged the Sanhua Gathering Top Formation at a very fast speed in the retreat, so as to delay Zhou Yinger's offensive.

No doubt.

Qingzhu chose the right one.

While using the Sanhua Gathering Array to trap Zhou Ying'er, Qingzhu quickly began to arrange the decisive array.

He knew that in a battle with a master of Zhou Ying'er's level, ordinary formations would have no effect, and the pre-battle temptation would only consume his own energy.

Therefore, Qingzhu laid out this strongest formation, ink attack.

wants to use this formation to win or lose with Zhou Yinger.

"At the level of you and me, a simple fight is no longer interesting."

Looking at Zhou Ying'er, Qingzhu opened his mouth and said, "Let's decide the winner directly!" ”

"That's exactly what I mean."

Zhou Yinger responded indifferently.

At the same time as the words came out.

With a wave of his right hand.

The Zhenyue Shangfang Sword that was held tightly in his hand immediately let out a clear sound, as if it had been given life, and directly came out of his hand and rushed straight into the sky.

"Whew......"

There was a piercing sound of breaking the air.

Look up.

That Zhenyue Shangfang sword, while rushing into the sky, around the sword body, a layer of incomparably fierce sword light erupted, as if even the void was about to be pierced, exuding an extremely terrifying huge coercion, as if the next moment, this day and this earth would be shattered under the sword blade.

In the direction of the long sword, Zhou Ying'er followed behind and rose into the sky.

The white robe, in the rapid rush, clanged, at a glance it was the same as the unsheathed blade.

And this side.

Looking at Zhou Ying'er who rushed into the air, Qingzhu took a deep breath, controlled the brush in his hand to dissipate, and raised his hands forward.

In the void, he held the freshly carved ink attack array in front of him.

Maybe it's because the portrayal is too complex and dense.

The diameter of this ink attack formation is only less than two meters.

The whole is round.

All around, there are scattered several patterns, slowly clinging and rotating.

"Burst!"

Cheer out.

Qingzhu's arms stretched out fiercely.

As his arm unfolded, the array, which was less than two meters, trembled violently, and then slowly enlarged as it slowly pushed forward.

When pushed forward a distance of about one meter, this ink attack array diagram had been magnified to a full fifty meters, covering most of the entire Dragon Calling Platform.

The ink formation slowly rotated in the void.

In addition to the quaint atmosphere, there is not the slightest energy fluctuation overflowing, but it gives people a very leisurely feeling, as if it is a peerless collection of paintings, which people are reluctant to touch at all.

That's when it happened.

High in the air.

"Woo Woo ......"

There was a crisp sound of the sword unsheathed.

Smell the prestige.

I saw that above the sky, Zhou Ying'er's white-clothed figure was standing in the cold wind, and above the Zhenyue Shangfang Sword behind her, the golden light skyrocketed and turned into a high mountain.

Under the shroud of golden mangs, the mountains are majestic, like Zhou Yinger's backing, exuding a terrifying coercion.

With the sound of the sword.

Behind Zhou Ying'er, in the high mountain shrouded in golden mangs, there were actually five golden long swords, which slowly emerged.

"Cast five swords, town five mountains!"

With an inexplicable majesty, Zhou Yinger's words kept echoing between heaven and earth.

Star.

The five golden long swords shot out from the high mountain covered with golden mangs behind Zhou Ying'er, and after a few circles of roaring around, they stopped neatly in front of Zhou Ying'er.

Five swords side by side, with the tips pointing downward.

……

"I have long heard that the Zhenyue Shangfang of the Unknown Zhou family is a peerless artifact, and now I see that it is really worthy of the name of the artifact."

"That's not it, Zhenyue Shangfang put it bluntly, it is the sword of Shangfang in the ancient dynasty."

"You can't say that, there is only one Zhenyue Shangfang, the Shangfang sword in ancient times, where is the Zhenyue Shangfang?"

"That's right, the artifact Zhenyue Shangfang is a peerless artifact cast during the reign of King Zhao in the Western Zhou Dynasty, after the Western Zhou Dynasty, this artifact disappeared, because there are too many people who worship the Zhenyue Shangfang sword, and the later dynasties will cast the so-called Shangfang sword to cut the evil spirit."

"In other words, this Zhenyue Shangfang is a sword of righteousness."

"That's right, if Ying'er didn't have Zhenyue Shangfang this week, the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance would inevitably fall into the hands of Qingzhu, and now that this Zhenyue Shangfang sword came out, Qingzhu was in danger ......"

"It seems that the ending has been decided, and from the perspective of momentum, Qingzhu has already lost."

Everyone in the audience was shocked by the momentum of Zhenyue Shangfang's sword.

They all believe that Qingzhu is definitely not the opponent of Zhou Ying'er, who has an artifact.

However.

On the dragon platform.

Qingzhu still looked indifferent.

Under the huge pressure, he still proudly tilted his head and looked at Zhou Yinger without fear.

The wind is howling.

The thin figures of the two of them are standing up straight at the moment.

air.

There is a powerful sense of oppression, which makes people feel very depressed.

"Suppression!"

Suddenly.

Zhou Yinger waved her hands.

At the same time as the burst of shouts, the five golden lightsabers in front of him rushed down, the speed was extremely fast, and in the rapid rush of the sword, the five golden lightsabers were all in the friction with the void, burning a layer of blazing flames, just like the meteor that fell from the sky, to destroy everything.

Looking at the rushing golden lightsaber.

Qingzhu gently bit his teeth, and his hands formed a simple handprint on his chest.

"Pu Ai."

"Non-offensive."

"Sanghyun."

"Shang Tong."

"Zuntian!"

With the change of the handprint, Qingzhu's mouth closed one by one, and he recited one word after another.

Meanwhile.

In the huge ink attack array that rotated like a machine, several black shadows rushed out and rushed towards the golden lightsaber that fell from the sky.

The next moment.

"Bang ......"

Deafening explosions came one after another.

Resist the dazzling light and look carefully.

The first golden lightsaber was like a bamboo.

After the first black shadow collided and shattered, it exploded and dissipated in mid-air during the collision with the second black shadow.

The sky at the moment.

It was as if it had turned into a pool of water, and the golden and black energies fluctuated and intertwined with each other, like ripples in the water, rippling in mid-air.

And in the wave of this energy energy.

The second golden lightsaber continued to rush straight down, smashing the third black shadow and crashing into the fourth.

"Ghosts, non-fun, non-life, thrift!"

On the dragon platform.

Qingzhu's face was solemn and he continued to change his handprints, opening his mouth to drink.

Every shout rang out.

In the ink attack array, there will be a black shadow rushing out, some of these black shadows are similar to animals, some are like machines, and some are pure patterns.

"Boom!"

The fourth black shadow, with the second golden lightsaber, collided and exploded.

Another layer of golden and black energy ripples rippled out, but this time the height of the energy ripples was about three meters lower than the previous one.

The third golden lightsaber continued to shoot down through ripples of energy.

Collided with the fifth and sixth black shadows.

……

"There is no comparison at all, and there is no suspense in this battle."

"Really?"

"Isn't it?"

"Mozi Secret Array, is it really worse than Zhenyue Shangfang?"

"What? Mozi Secret Array? ”

"If my guess is right, next, it is Shang Fang Zhenyue, who was buried with Mo Attack, I am really looking forward to it, the collision of artifacts and divine arts, what is the ending......"