As Li Xuan said, what the Thousand Swords Sect really relied on was Qian Wuling's terrifying cultivation and strength that didn't know the depths.

And the wisest thing to do for this Xuanmen should be to work together to find a glimmer of life in the midst of weakness.

But Li Xuan is good, not only gave up the only advantage of Xuanmen, but also used his own shortcomings to be the strength of the public enemy.

Such a perverse act can only be done by a madman.

Of course, some people feel that there is another mystery in this, but they want to break their heads, and they can't guess what hole cards Xuanmen has, which is worthy of Li Xuan's unwise move.

Qian Wuling's eyes flickered, this person was cautious, but even if the city government was like him, after weighing it again, he really couldn't find any reason to refuse Li Xuan's proposal.

What's more, Li Xuan's words have pushed this bloody battle to the commanding heights of righteousness.

If Qian Wuling really refused, he undoubtedly hinted to the disciples of the Thousand Swords Sect before the war that the life of the old man was more important than yours, and the life and death of the disciples of the Thousand Swords Sect were not important.

Qian Wuling thought he couldn't afford to take this risk.

Gradually, a grim look appeared on Qian Wuling's face: "Since you want to find death, the old man will fulfill you." ”

"The disciples of the Thousand Swords Sect listened to the order and retreated ten miles, and no one was allowed to interfere in the battle. ”

"The disciples of Xuanmen obey the order, stick to the main peak, and no one is allowed to interfere. ”

The two bull-eared people gave a strict order at the same time, and Li Xuan and Qian Wuling all rose up with their weapons and launched a tentative attack in mid-air.

In this land where formations flourish, flying is not exclusive to the realm above the war spirit, but compared to the void of those strong people, these who rely on formations to fly are undoubtedly only inferior.

But no one cares about this, with the existence of flying warships, they can have great convenience, even if they have shortcomings, they are insignificant.

Li Xuan's magic wings, in this kind of public view, are still not suitable for exposure.

Qian Wuling slapped down, the sword qi was entangled, and the edge was pressing.

Qiang.

Li Xuan's two fingers were straight, and a sword qi was fierce, swept from his two fingers, and stopped in front of the opponent's sword.

Sound.

With a loud bang, Li Xuan's body exploded, and his body shook slightly.

On the other side, Qian Wuling only took a step back slightly, his face was not red or panting, and his breath was as usual.

Just a tentative attack, the disparity in strength between the two sides, the superior judgment!

"Just ants, what are you provoking the old man. ”

Qian Wuling's confidence soared, and he let go of the palm of his cultivation, which was several times more terrifying than before, and collapsed like a sword mountain.

"Hehe, Elder Qian Wuling, I don't know who will live or die, feel it well, the great gift that this sect has given you. ”

Li Xuan smiled evilly, and the flames around him were surging.

The seal knot of both hands burst out, and a circle swept like a dragon storm, and the array flags covered all directions in an instant, and a fire array integrating attack and defense instantly appeared.

Clang!

Qian Wuling slammed his palm on the fire curtain, and suddenly a bell-like sound echoed, and you could see with the naked eye that there was a layer of ripples spreading in the air, spreading out in all directions, destroying the surroundings.

Rocks are flying, tumbling and falling off cliffs.

With this palm, Qian Wuling received a strong backlash, and his hand bones were in a burning pain like a piercing heart, as if a punch had hit the red-hot black iron.

Qian Wuling was shocked, and his body rolled over in mid-air, and he quickly retreated backwards.

When the aftermath dissipated, surrounded by mysterious formations, a figure like a magma beast was finally exposed to the sun.

The formation is formed in an instant, and the level of this array is not low!

This Shura is still a hidden formation master!?

The crowd of onlookers was in an uproar, who would have thought that Xuanmen would still have such a powerful trump card.

No wonder Li Xuan had the courage to fight Qian Wuling alone, with the speed at which he had just set up the formation, and the strength of this formation, the monks outside the field were all greatly oppressed.

"Good skills, Shura, this time the old man underestimated you. ”

Qian Wuling, who had suffered a secret loss, had a gloomy face, and his low tone was not shocked, but only a strong murderous aura.

Although the formation is strong, it can only limit part of it after all.

But he was invincible, and he had already surpassed this crushing cultivation, which was not enough to make him afraid.

As for why he wasn't shocked, it was just because Qian Wuling had already received the news that his attainments in Shura formation were stronger than most of the formation mages in the Tiger Gate.

It's just that Li Xuan's speed and indifference in the sky formation just now still made his heart sink.

Why Li Xuan chose to expose his strength in the formation naturally had his own ideas.

"If this is your reliance, the old man can tell you very responsibly that your Xuanmen will be defeated today. ”

Although his heart sank, Qian Wuling's face remained unchanged, and he hid his inner fluctuations well.

After saying this, the momentum on Qian Wuling's body suddenly fluffed up, and that amazing oppressive aura rose all the way.

There was a slight pause in the realm of the war master, and he was already detached.

Even though he has not yet reached the realm of the Great War Division, there is a little aura of the Great War Division's realm.

It was a suffocating momentum, and everyone seemed to be choked by an invisible hand.

Qian Wuling shouted angrily, and the true qi around his body swept through, and there seemed to be sword thunder in the sky that fell around his body.

A punch was thrown, and the extremely bright sword light converged on the fist.

Then, like a roaring beast, it roared out.

Roar!!

The roar of the tiger was so terrifying that some monks below the rank of warrior covered their ears, and wisps of blood seeped out of their seven orifices.

Tiger Thunder Fist.

This is Qian Wuling's famous stunt in addition to his sword skills, and countless souls have died under this trick in the past hundred years.

The punch was as fast as lightning and furious as thunder.

The magma behemoth formed by the formation energy only had time to side its body before it was literally punched in the shoulder.

Burst!

The muffled sound erupted, and the magma beast's mountain-like body retreated sharply, passing along the way.

The air was crushed, the blazing black smoke dispersed, and the sky seemed to form a fireworks corridor, which was full of shock.

The magma behemoth retreated a hundred meters before it could stop in mid-air.

Its flame-encircled body flashed with lightning at this moment, and between the arcs of light, there was a crackling sound.

The shoulder that was hit by a punch, the body poured by magma, collapsed into a clear fist mark, and even the subtle pore lines on the fist were impressive.

The power of a punch is terrifying.

This is not over, after a punch, Qian Wuling bullied himself again.

Bang bang bang, fist to flesh, fist falling like raindrops, no, it should be as dense as a storm.

The magma behemoth retreated again and again, and in an instant, it had retreated to a hundred meters away from the formation, and its aura became more and more disordered.

In the sound of the tiger's roar, Qian Wuling burst out again, and with this punch, Qian Wuling used ten out of ten of his strength.

A thunderous tiger phantom appeared, the tiger roared endlessly, and a punch blasted out, and the thunder in the sky exploded like explosives.

There was a crashing sound on the ground, and the magma behemoth slammed straight into a cliff behind it like a meteor, its fiery body burning everything it touched.

Boom, large chunks of rock flew and crumbled, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The battlefield was silent in an instant, and everyone was immersed in the power of this punch, unable to extricate themselves.

It was a sense of fear that came from power.

This terrifying punch can kill a strong man in the late stage of a war division into scum in an instant.

Goo-dong.

Someone swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty, unusually abrupt in the silence.

"Too... It's too strong!"

The man who lost his voice was trembling and trembling.

It's really too strong, so strong that even the people of the Xuanmen have a sense of powerlessness.

Eventually, the cliff's smoke lifted, revealing a bottomless tunnel, and the magma behemoth was nowhere to be seen, driven deep into the belly of the mountain.

I don't know what kind of strength this is, and what kind of words should be used to describe it?

Li Xuan's face was still full of sadness and joy, Qian Wuling's strength had indeed exceeded his expectations.

Objectively analyzed, the power of this punch was almost no less than his real full burst.

"Sure enough, you can't underestimate the people of the world. ”

He muttered to himself, a sharp edge rising in his dark pupils.

"But that's what makes it interesting. ”

He licked his parched lips, and laughed out loud under the rout of the magma behemoth.

"Is this man sick?"

"He's just a madman. ”

The crowd was awakened from the shock by Li Xuan's laughter, but they were even more puzzled by Li Xuan, and couldn't help but ridicule and ridicule.

Li Xuan ignored these voices, his smile narrowed, his eyes looked at the deep tunnel that disappeared, and then slowly retracted it.

"Burst!"

As Li Xuan's voice fell, an even hotter flame burst out.

Rumble.

The top of the mountain suddenly exploded, and a boulder like a volcanic eruption rose into the sky.

The figure's body was covered with countless fist marks, and it was almost shattered.

The magma behemoth stood in front of Li Xuan, like a majestic mountain blocking a green pine behind him.

"Elder Qian Wuling, you should be tired after fighting for so long.

This sect is sympathetic to your old age and infirmity, so you will be kind to me for a few rounds to try?"

Li Xuan's voice slowly fell, and a surging pitch-black devil rose all over the sky, with the injection of devil smoke.

Airplanes!

The magma beast's hollow gaze instantly exploded, and its body exploded into a cloud of pitch-black fire, draped over its body like armor.

The breath of the magma beast is getting stronger, and it is carried by the pitch-black flames like a demon lord in the fire.

In the next moment, the magma behemoth rushed into flames, and the speed was so fast that afterimages appeared in the air.

Burst Flames - Bombing!!

The magma behemoth stretched out its flaming palms, and the rolling demon yan burst out, and as it swept at extreme speed, it exploded towards Qian Wuling.

This is the first time since Li Xuan used the Demon Yan to quench his body, and the terrifying temperature of the Demon Yan is not comparable to ordinary fire.

With the appearance of the Demon Yan, the temperature in this space rose sharply, and even if some monks were a few hundred meters away, layers of white mist still evaporated from their bodies.

This is a phenomenon in which sweat is evaporated by high temperatures as soon as it seeps out of the body.