Others don't know how Xie Qian did it. But those ancestors really saw it.

"Do you show weakness first, and then fight back in one fell swoop at a critical time? This son has such a mind, shouldn't it? The Ancestor of the Palm Demon Clan muttered to himself slowly, obviously, even he was deceived by Xie Qian.

It stands to reason that if it had been discovered a long time ago that Xie Qian was a thoughtful person, the wisdom shown by the beast tide would have been guarded. However, the manipulator behind him thinks that Xie Qian is just a cabbage, brave and strategic, otherwise when he used the two waves of beast tides as a cover before, he must have noticed it, and then took precautions.

Xie Qian's back and forth, judging the two of them.

"If you follow the best striker normally, it won't be as easy as it is now. Xie Qian muttered to himself.

Just now, when the war beast condensed its killing move, its whole body was full of weaknesses.

The manipulator behind thought that Xie Qian was already a turtle in the urn, and there was no possibility of counterattacking. This is also the reason why Xie Qian can design to defeat the war beast.

The war beast has a psychic mind and can attack according to the specified thoughts, but this is precisely its weakness.

Seeing problems from the perspective of others and coping with them is what Grandpa Yan often tells him.

"If you have any other tricks, just use them. "Although Xie Qian defeated the war beast, he also consumed a huge amount of soul power.

"Why hasn't the perception of affinity come back yet?" Another reason why Xie Qian has been delaying time is to re-perceive affinity, so that he can use the formation to impact the ninth layer.

If the affinity is not comprehended, the spiritual power will be suppressed and cannot be released, and the formation cannot be arranged.

As soon as Xie Qian's words fell, the immortal wind fluctuations of the eighth layer began to rush up, and they converged together at a rapid speed, forming a tornado, only to see that this tornado rotated in place, rubbing against the air, generating thunder and lightning.

"That's the ninth wave of beast tide, it shouldn't be said to be a beast tide at this time, it's more like a tornado, a tornado formed by the condensation of all the immortal winds in the eighth layer. Feng Dieyun said to Chen Zi'er next to her.

"Sister Die, how did you break it at that time?" asked Chen Zi'er suspiciously.

"There is no way to break it, even if it is an eighth-level person who has cultivated to the limit, in front of it, he is as humble as an ant. Feng Dieyun replied.

"How do you get through?"

"Look at his choice. Feng Dieyun chose to sell Guanzi.

......

The tornado had formed, standing motionless in the direction of the ninth floor.

Xie Qian's face twitched, is this going to fight or not?

Xie Qian is waiting, the next move of the tornado, so as to make precautions, the so-called enemy does not move, I do not move, before understanding its fighting method, Xie Qian does not dare to act easily.

"No, which one is this playing?" As time passed, Xie Qian was still looking around vigilantly.

"Why is your whole body so tired all of a sudden?" Xie Qian could feel that something was wrong with his body.

"It's not good, my soul power is disappearing little by little, what's going on?" Xie Qian's state of mind changed.

"I see, since Tatsumaki can absorb my soul power. ”

"You can only rush to the ninth floor first. Xie Qian calmed himself down, weighed the pros and cons, and made a decision.

The spear was transformed in his hand, and the soul power was injected, and a shot slammed into the tornado. This shot gathered most of its remaining soul power, and Xie Qian wanted to use the speed of thunder to defeat the dragon scroll and rush to the ninth layer.

The domineering spear power descended and landed on the dragon scroll, and the moment it was touched, the spear energy turned into nothingness, and the dragon scroll did not move.

"This is not at all something that the energy of the peak of the ninth rank limit can compete with, even if it is an eighth level of cultivation, it is difficult to shake it. Xie Qian really felt the horror of the tornado.

The soul power is being consumed, and the ninth layer cannot be stepped into, unless you retreat to the eighth layer, otherwise, this will be a mortal situation.

It is absolutely impossible for Xie Qian to retreat to the eighth layer, he has his own pride, and not going back is his criterion.

Xie Qian's character also forced himself to a dead end.

"I don't believe it!" Xie Qian was unwilling, the soul power was injected into the spear, the thunder and lightning were introduced, and the first heavenly thunder of "Thirty-six Battles of Thunder" was rushed to the extreme, and the combination of soul power and spells, even if it was a strong person with an eighth-level limit of cultivation, he did not dare to hard-connect.

But the moment the spear head touched the tornado, it was reduced to nothingness.

"Come again!" Xie Qian was unwilling, and swung out another shot, pointing directly at the tornado, and the final result still couldn't shake the tornado.

Xie Qian's soul power is draining at an extremely fast rate. But he had no intention of giving up, and used the power of ants to shake the tree and stab at the tornado.

Although Xie Qian was attacking frantically at the cost of losing his soul power, he did not lose his mind, he looked at the thunder and lightning around the tornado, clenched his spear, and slowly walked towards the tornado with his own body as a shield.

"Ah~ah~!!" Xie Qian didn't get close, but he screamed in pain, thunder and lightning eroded his body, he ** in pain, and his voice resounded through the eighth layer.

"What is Xie Qian doing?" Feng Dieyun was puzzled.

"Sister Butterfly, does this have anything to do with surviving the ninth wave of beast tide?" Chen Zi'er thought that to survive the ninth wave of beast tide, she needed to go through the baptism of thunder and lightning first.

"If you want to survive the ninth wave of the beast tide, it has nothing to do with being struck by lightning. Feng Dieyun replied.

Some powerhouses in Zhongzhou thought that Xie Qian had found a way to crack the tornado.

Xie Qian was around the tornado, enduring its erosion, his skin was burned black, his hair was erected in a wavy curl, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

"The second part of "Thirty-six Thunders", Wan Lei passed away. Xie Qian suddenly shouted, grabbed the spear, and saw that the thunder and lightning around the tornado were absorbed by the spear and submerged into the tip of the spear.

The spear glowed with thunder, and Xie Qian's dark eyes emitted a divine light, as if the god of thunder had descended.

"Thirty-six Battles and Thunders" is a spell with great power, but the cultivation conditions are extremely harsh. Cultivators need to first use the spear to lead the thunder and merge into themselves in order to burst out the energy of the unity of the spear and the man.

No matter how strong the thunder and lightning the body can adapt, the spear can burst out with dozens of times more energy. However, if you can't adapt to the high-intensity thunder and lightning, and still want to force the thunder on your body, it will undoubtedly kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself.

Wan Leidong, the second weight of "Thirty-six Battles and Thunders", died in the east, and with Xie Qian's current strength, he couldn't adapt to it, but in the face of the mortal situation, he had to do it.

The method of "Thirty-six Battles of Thunder" is to borrow thunder from the sky and introduce itself, and now the thunder borrowed by Xie Qian is the thunder of the tornado, and he does this for two purposes, the first is to weaken the strength of the tornado, and the second is to trigger the second heavy and break the tornado.

Borrowing tricks is the only way Xie Qian can think of.

There are many tornado tunnels that have lost thunder and lightning, but the power still exists, and it is still unknown whether Wan Lei Dong can break the tornado.

Xie Qian stretched out his hand, and the tip of the spear finally fell, towards the heart eye of the dragon scroll, stabbing out with the momentum of thunder.

"With this move alone, Xie Qian can seriously injure a strong person with an eighth-level limit. (The peak cultivation of the eighth level is the strength of the first layer of the ladder)" Feng Dieyun felt the energy of Xie Qian's spear, and even she was a little jealous.

Xie Qian is a seventh-layer powerhouse with a ninth-level limit, and he is only one foot away from the eighth floor. If the number of layers is strong, you can kill people by leapfrogging.

The Heavenly Evil Spear stabbed at the dragon scroll, whose strength was greatly reduced, and it went straight to the heart.

The tip of the spear was only a stone's throw away from the dragon's eye.

"It can be done!" The people in Zhongzhou saw hope, and they were full of expectations for this paranoid teenager.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hold on!" Xie Qian gritted his teeth, forcibly enduring the erosion of thunder and lightning, and the spear gradually touched the heart eye of the dragon scroll.

Just when everyone thought they were going to succeed, from the ninth layer, a fairy wind drifted in and merged into the tornado. Suddenly, the energy of the tornado was restored, and the spear was tornado, and it was defeated one after another.

"You xx big xx old winter melons. Xie Qian scolded, his mood collapsed all of a sudden, don't play like this!!

Xie Qian was defeated by the dragon scroll and fell to the ground, losing his luster.

He really felt death.

"Strict... Grandfather... Still...... Teach... Pass... Taught me... Stay...... The green mountains are here, not afraid...... Unafraid...... No firewood, tornadoes... Uncle... Do you want to... Blow a ...... Tiny ...... The wind, take me ...... Back to... Eight floors. ”

"I ...... Recuperation... Well, I... We... Again. ”

"You... In this... So... Years...... Certain...... It's lonely... I can...... I can stay... I'll be with you... A... Time. ”

A mouthful of old blood spurted out of Xie Qian's mouth, and he lost all his strength.

The tornado seemed to hear Xie Qian's words, and really blew a gust of wind in the direction where Xie Qian was.

But this gust of wind is a killing wind.

"You xx xx big winter melons. Xie Qian seemed to return to the light and scolded very fluently.

But the fairy wind didn't stop, it directly blasted at Xie Qian, shattering it, and when he looked at it again, there was only a puddle of blood left on the ground.

Xie Qian, dead.

"How so...... How so...... Why...... Why ......" Chen Zier staggered and fell to the ground, crying bitterly.

Feng Dieyun's expression didn't change much, she squatted down, helped Chen Zi'er up, and put her mouth in Zi'er's ear, as if she was saying something to her.

"Heaven is dead, my phoenix!" Feng Lang Sui was in a low mood. Feng Mingyu behind him laughed wickedly, and he was in a very good mood.

Bashan was in the crowd, wiping his nose, wailing again and again regardless of his image, as if he had lost a dearest friend.

Lu Changfeng was also in the crowd, and at this moment, his heart seemed to be empty, and Xu Wuqian was not far away, sighing.

The corners of the Great Elder's mouth twitched, he didn't know how to explain to the Lion King. And Shi Jiu was on the side, but he was unusually calm.

In the same state of mind as Shi Jiu, there are also the ancestors of the core land, especially the Fengyang Ancestor of the Hundred Beasts Palace, their expressions are peaceful, as if nothing has happened.

I don't know if they already have a state of mind of "what does everything in the world do with me", or if they know some secret that others don't know.

When Granny Ji saw Xie Qian like this, she tore the space as soon as possible and came to Chen Zi'er's side, she was afraid that Chen Zi'er would do something stupid.

What she didn't expect was that Chen Zi'er stood calmly in front of the phantom, seemingly a little happy.

What the hell is going on?