The smoke is vast, the white fog is blue, the building of smoke and rain, and the center of the water.

The green bamboo is verdant, the falling flowers are flying, the seven stars reflect the moon, and the sword is shining.

Dressed in green clothes, like an empty bamboo, swaying slightly in the wind, standing proudly, Huang Yaoshi's clothes are flying, people are swaying like falling flowers, palms are like divine swords splitting down, and in the flow of light cyan internal energy, between the dissipation of flowers and flowers, the sword qi that flies from all directions and intends to pierce the sky is wiped out invisibly.

The seven sons of Quanzhen, falling into the position of the seven stars, the pace is light, the figure is fluttering, the body is changing, the wisps of various colors are churning and rolling, like water and light, and its qi is mighty.

The colorful brilliance flows and intertwines, merges and blends, circling and circling, reflecting the seven stars in the sky above the "Tiangang Beidou Sword Array", looking at each other from afar. The seventh son became a sword finger in one hand, hooked and stabbed, the sword intent was galloping, and the sword was in one hand, the long sword was as cold as the moon, pulling out the sword flowers, wisps of sword energy, overflowing, like swimming fish in the array, shuttling back and forth, bizarre.

The seven sons of Quanzhen are all condensing qi into the realm of things, and they are the masters of the top one in the rivers and lakes, and any one of them is not famous in the rivers and lakes, and the famous person can force the seven people to join forces and form the "Tiangang Beidou Sword Array" to deal with it, and the whole world seems to be the number of those hands.

Obviously, the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master was one of the seven handful.

For Huang Yaoshi, who is at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, it is difficult for an ordinary martial artist out of the physical realm to hold on to ten moves in his hands, even if the Seventh Son is the same, for him, if he wants to break them one by one, it is also a breeze. However, all this is under the premise that the seven are not in formation. The seven sons form a formation, the seven stars are in place, the seven stars are twinkling, the moon is reflected and struck, the seven stars reflect the moon, the seven stars are the seven sons of the array, and the moon that reflects the moon is the yellow medicine master in the array.

The same disciple taught by Wang Chongyang personally, after decades of getting along, the relationship and tacit understanding between the seven sons are extraordinary, forming a complete version of the "Tiangang Beidou Sword Array", even Huang Yaoshi is not completely sure to break it lightly.

The sword qi is like a blade, the sword intent rushes into the sky, the cold light flickers, and its momentum is monstrous.

The seven sons cooperate with each other, facing each other in attack and defense in the formation, each other is horns, and the figures are staggered, leaving no gaps and flaws, Huang Yaoshi wants to break one person with his superhuman strength, and he will definitely leak flaws and be attacked by the other six people at the same time. In that way, even if Huang Yaoshi had the confidence to kill any of the Seven Sons with one palm, he would probably not be able to survive under the sword of the Seven Sons.

Zhongshentong is worthy of being Zhongshentong, a simple "chaotic star array", it can be cultivated by him to such a level, it seems that it is not only a martial arts cultivation, but also a formation that he is proud of, I am afraid it is also inferior! During the confrontation, Huang Yaoshi sighed with emotion, and the Taoist who was one against four and did not lose the slightest advantage came to his mind.

In an instant, the two parties have exchanged hundreds of moves, although the attack of the seventh son was easily extinguished by the green bamboo falling flower, but Huang Yaoshi made moves one after another, and he also had no way to take the whole true Qizi, which made Huang Yaoshi, who had an arrogant personality and eyes above the top, how could he feel comfortable in his heart.

If you can't beat Wang Chongyang, it's just that you can't take his apprentices!

The glimmer in his eyes flickered, the green bamboo around his body swayed, and in the middle of the battle, Huang Yaoshi finally couldn't hold it back, his arm was retracted, and he took out the blue flute from his waist and put it on his lips.

Huang Yaoshi used the jade flute, and the seven sons were all tight, and they didn't dare to relax in the slightest, only to hear Ma Yu shouting: "Seven stars worship the moon and establish the heavenly hub together!" ”

With a bang, the seven sons were stunned at the same time, their figures flashed, and after quickly forming a straight line in front of Huang Yaoshi, they each stopped and faced Huang Yaoshi.

"Up..." The seventh son snorted at the same time, the long sword in his hand was erected in front of his chest, the sword intent was boiling, and he rushed straight to Xiao Han, and his internal strength was like a tide, rushing out.

Seven sons formed a line, seven stars were aligned, and wisps of light flowed wantonly in the array, intertwined, and surged towards the seven twinkling stars in the sky.

The brilliance entered the sky, the seven stars suddenly flashed, and the seven various colors of brilliance suddenly fell from the seven stars, piercing the vast smoke, synthesizing a wisp, sprinkling leisurely, and falling to the center of the eyebrows at the mound of the heavenly pivot, forming a colorful seven-star pattern.

As soon as the seven-colored brilliance landed on the fuselage of the hill, he saw the infinite internal energy of all kinds hovering vertically and horizontally above the head of the mound fuselage, intertwining and merging, and a sky-high long sword slowly condensed on his head.

At the same time, a lingering and sympathetic flute sound floated out from Huang Yaoshi's flute, falling flowers all over the sky, green bamboo into a tide, rippling towards the four directions.

"Ning..." Feeling the boiling internal strength in his body, Qiu Chuji was not afraid of the East Evil, one of the five uniques, and the sword finger in his left hand was horizontal on the long sword body erected in front of him, only to hear him whisper, and the momentum on Qiu Chu's body suddenly soared in the rest of the seven sons, like a tiger and a dragon, at this time, it was even better than Huang Yaoshi, no longer inferior by half a point.

Green bamboos become the sea, falling flowers become clouds, the blue sea is tidal, and the dark tide is gradually rising.

Seven sons into a line, seven stars in a row, sword intent into the sky, seven stars phantom sword.

The notes rippled out, and the wisps of light cyan streamer-like clear internal energy converged into the sea tide, churning and surging, and in the surging waves, it came to the sky and the earth towards the seven sons.

And the seven sons, standing in front of everyone Qiu Chuji, above the head, a colorful long sword has been condensed, in the face of the turbulent and rushing tide, not weak, after hearing the Qiu Chuji shouting "cut", the long sword condensed into a solid shape is like opening the world, with infinite energy, towards the tide of the split.

In the eyes of countless envy and yearning, the two torrents of internal strength collided together.

"Boom..." Everyone only felt the confrontation of two internal forces, and after a pause in the space in front of them, in the dizzying twisted traces, the torrent of internal energy that had lost its goal exploded violently, stirring up wisps of water ripples in the air, and scattered around.

I saw that over the island in the middle of the lake, the vast smoke rippling with the wind, suddenly, and then as if encountering a huge storm, with the island in the middle of the lake as the center, scattered to the surroundings, in an instant, the smoke of the entire island in the middle of the lake all the year round was actually dispersed in the battle between the two sides, was dispersed cleanly, and there was not half a point left.

"Not good..." Before he could recover from this kind of swaying confrontation, the surging internal energy had already hit his face, and after countless players close to the island in the middle of the lake screamed badly, before they could resist with luck, they were drowned in the aftermath of this endless internal strength and lost consciousness.

"Master, be careful!" In the face of such a vast internal energy flood like a tsunami, it can be said that Hong Qigong, who has lost all his martial arts, has no backhand power at all, and when he heard two exclamations, Guo Jing and Huang Rong flashed out almost at the same time, standing in front of Hong Qigong, blocking this tide-like overflow of internal strength for him.

"Whew..." A dragon groan seemed to shake the entire Yanyu Building, Guo Jing subconsciously protected Huang Rong behind him, and his palms were suddenly dispatched, and the endless dragon-shaped ripples formed a huge dragon pattern barrier in front of several people, blocking the surging aftermath.

"Hmm!" Although it forcibly blocked the torrent of internal strength, but after all, it was a confrontation at the level of condensing qi into the realm of matter, just by virtue of Guo Jing's cultivation that had just left the physical realm, facing the strong resistance, it was naturally impossible to be without incident, just listening to a muffled shout, in the worried eyes of Sister Rong, the corners of Guo Jing's mouth were already hung with a wisp of bright red...