The same flew towards the blue-robed Confucian Sheng, and behind the Ghost King Ding, a small white gourd rushed up to the sky, and the mouth of the gourd opened by itself, and with a bang, a cloud of black light rushed out.

The blue-robed Confucian saw that the magic weapons in the hands of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect were endless, and seeing that the posture of this magic weapon was becoming more and more difficult one by one, the expression on his face gradually became solemn, and he had words in his mouth, and the black light in his hand flashed, and a short hammer as small as a fist appeared, and he shook his hand and sacrificed it.

Breathe on the ground, the small hammer seems to be blowing, instantly increasing many times, and the silver runes on the black and shiny hammer body are flying, as if there are a lot of silver words engraved in the first place, and the last hair comes first, and it hits the center of the demon tower.

With a shocking bang, the black light and golden light burst out in the air, and in a dazzling golden light, the Demon Suppression Tower was actually smashed into pieces by a black hammer as small as a water tank.

A dazzling white light flew out of the shattered tower, and the white light dispersed, revealing a silver-haired shawl, with a face like an elf-like girl, the girl's face was full of anger, her hands were raised, and two faint white lights and shadows flew towards the blue-robed man, and when they reached the blue-robed man, they turned into two crystal-like scimitars, one left and one right, and the cross was interspersed and slashed.

The figure of the blue-robed man moved, as if teleporting, and when he reached a hundred zhang away from the left, he avoided the slashing of the two scimitars in time, rubbed his hands hard, and with a lift, cyan electric snakes emerged from his hands, converging into two arm-thick thunderbolts, and slashed at the top of the head of the disciple of the Li'an Dewuwei Sect one after the other.

Moved by his mind, the black sledgehammer roared and flew into the distance, as if to smash the ghost king ding that followed behind the demon tower, and where the giant hammer passed, there was a loud thunderclap in the air, and the momentum was terrifying.

This blue-robed Confucian was actually a rare Lei Linggen monk, and he had countless magic weapons in his hand.

At this moment, the blue light flashed in front of the blue-robed Confucian student, and a foot-long snow-bright long sword appeared silently.

The blue-robed Confucian had a chill down his spine, secretly screaming that it was not good, and his mind moved, and the gold-painted folding fan inserted in his waist flew up on its own, blocking the front of the Qingjiao Sword in time, and then, he teleported to the side again at an interval of dozens of zhang.

The folding fan is just an ordinary high-level magic weapon, and where can it block the full force of the Qingjiao Sword, a sharp loud sound went back, the folding fan shattered into pieces, and the Qingjiao Sword just paused slightly in the air, changed direction, and stabbed towards the blue-robed Confucian again.

At an interval of dozens of zhang, in the blink of an eye, a cold sword intent struck, and the body protection treasure light outside the body of the blue-robed Confucian suddenly collapsed, and the blue robe was torn open by the sharp sword intent that came earlier.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the long sword was about to pass through his chest, the blue-robed Confucian shouted violently, his whole body was full of true qi, and the electric snakes danced wildly, crackling, and in an instant, he condensed into a cyan thunderball in front of his chest, rubbed his hands hard, the thunderball exploded in front of him, and the Qingjiao sword was shaken open by the thunder light, changed direction, and flew obliquely to one side.

Seven thunderbolts

Although he escaped the catastrophe, the blue-robed Confucian was still startled with a night sweat.

Not far in front of the Ghost King Ding, a golden fist shadow flew out and flew towards the black sledgehammer.

With a loud sound like the clashing of gold and iron, the fist shadow collapsed, but the sledgehammer also changed direction and flew to the sky.

The figure of the disciple of the Wuwei Gate Academy flashed out near the Ghost King Ding, stretched out his hand, and the Ghost King Ding spun and turned into a small tripod the size of a fist, and in a flash, it penetrated into the sleeve of the disciple of the Wuwei Gate Academy, and the Heaven Swallowing Hu turned into a white light and submerged into the body of the disciple of the Wuwei Gate Academy.

The disciples of the Li'an Dewuwei Sect avoided a thunderbolt, but they did not dodge the thunderbolt, and the electric light flashed and crackled all over their bodies, and their silver hair fluttered and their clothes were scorched.

Fortunately, the disciple of the Li'an Dewuwei Sect was a Rakshasa woman with a strong physique, and if she was a Terran Yuanying Monk, just this green thunder could seriously injure her.

At this moment, the disciples of the Li'an Dewuwei Sect were even more resentful, and with a coquettish sound, a ball of silver light flew out of the body, and the green thunder swirling around the body dispersed, the clothes on the body fluttered like butterflies, the plump chest and the bright Dong body were exposed, and the back was bright with wings, and the figure was already a hundred zhang away, flying towards the blue-robed Confucian Sheng.

The two slender jade hands made a move towards the air, and the two crystal scimitars changed direction, one after the other, and slashed at the blue-robed Confucian again, with a mouth, a silver filament of light flew out of the mouth, and when it reached the air, it turned into a silver silk belt more than ten zhang long, like a silver long snake, bent and wrapped around the waist of the blue-robed Confucian Sheng.

"Jade Rakshasa ?"

The blue-robed Confucian exclaimed, then looked at the disciples of the Wuwei Sect and asked, "Who are you, why are you pretending to be Xuanyuan Jing?"

"It's funny. I don't know Xuanyuan Jing at the bottom of this seat, and I don't know what you're talking about?"

The disciple of Wuwei Sect Academy beckoned the Qingjiao Sword back into his hand. While secretly pouring true qi into the long sword, he said in a cold voice.

The blue-robed Confucian couldn't help but show a hint of doubt in his eyes. One after another green thunder flew out of the body, gathered under the feet, and quickly formed a small green thunder light lotus, thunder, the thunder light dispersed, and the figure was now seven or eight hundred zhang away, and in time avoided the silver silk belt and the bright double knife sacrificed by the disciples of the Wuwei Sect of Li'an De, and together with this, he reached out to the black short-handled round hammer and the golden edge flying shuttle in the air. The two magic weapons tumbled and flew towards the blue-robed Confucian Sheng.

The Cold Moon Wheel, which was originally fighting with the Golden Shuttle, was at ease, and flew towards the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Courtyard.

Seeing the disciples of the Wuwei Sect and the disciples of the Wuwei Sect of Li Ande surrounding themselves in the middle of the horns, the blue-robed Confucian couldn't help but feel a trace of fear and retreated.

This person still can't see through the mana of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, and the sword moves just now are extremely sharp, not to mention the Jindan stage monks, even most of the early Yuan Infant monks are afraid that it will be difficult to do it. As for the disciples of the Wuwei Sect of Riande, although their faces are delicate and their bodies are hot. But it is clear that it is not a Terran monk, but a legendary Jade Rakshasa who makes people want to see it but dare not see more.

"You're not Xuanyuan Jing anymore, and there's no need for contemptible people to say anything more to you. Farewell!"

The blue-robed Confucian student's eyes shone brightly, and he said in a deep voice, and his voice did not fall. Cyan electric snakes surged out of his body again, and the thunder shone brightly. A thunder light magic circle of several feet was quickly born under his feet, and this magic circle was several times larger than the cyan light lotus just now. Looking at the posture, the blue-robed Confucian is to take advantage of this light array to escape.

Unexpectedly, the sudden change occurred, and suddenly the storm roared on the side, and a black-armored strong man holding a giant axe appeared dozens of feet away from the back, and he slashed down with an axe, and the sharp axe shadow companion followed by a thick cold force to the top of his head in the blink of an eye.

Along with this, the trembling Qingjiao sword in the hands of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy flew out like lightning, and there was a soft buzzing sound, and after a thousand zhang of space, it arrived in front of the blue-robed Confucian in a while.

The blue-robed Confucian student's face changed miserably, he didn't have time to dodge, his right hand was thrown, the black short-handled hammer in his hand flew out, facing the axe shadow, and the fluttering and twisting Jin Shuo above his head hit the Qingjiao sword, but he didn't expect it, but he was a step slower, and the Qingjiao sword pierced into the chest of the blue-robed Confucian before Jin Shuo flew over, and passed through the chest.

Although the black short-handled hammer shattered an axe shadow, it was too late to stop the Dao axe shadow that Aoli struck.

There, the back of the disciple of the Li'an Dewuwei Sect spread his wings, and between the two shinings, he had reached the man's body, his slender hands were raised, and the two knives roared and slashed left and right.

Faced with the joint attack of people, the blue-robed Confucian announced an unwilling roar in his mouth, lifted the mana that had not been lost, and slapped his heavenly spirit cover with one palm.

The electric snakes danced wildly all over his body, and his body swelled and contracted violently, as if it was about to burst open.

The pupils of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect of Li'an De shrank and did not dare to approach the blue-robed Confucian again, but instead shook the wings on his back vigorously and flew towards the sky. The fierce injury did not recover, and he did not dare to step into the green thunder, and the figure retreated backwards.

With a bang, the body of the blue-robed Confucian was cut apart when the fierce axe shadow slashed, and a cyan electric snake as thick as a fist rushed out of the body, instantly turning into a thunder sea within a mu scale, and the two crystal scimitars that rushed into the thunder sea danced and buzzed for a while, and together with this, a dazzling white light like a head rushed out of the thunder sea, and the shining was thousands of feet away.

"If you want to escape after destroying the magic weapon of this seat, it's not that simple?"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the disciples of Wuwei Sect, the gold and silver brilliance in the palm of his hand shone brightly, and the silver bow and golden arrow appeared in his hand, bending the bow and arrow, and shooting at the blue-robed Confucian who had escaped.

A golden light flew out from the hands of the disciples of the Wuwei Sect Academy, and crossed the sky, catching up with the dazzling white light like lightning, and then the screams came, and the white light burst out.

The disciple of the Wuwei Sect of Li'an Dewu reached out and patted his chest, and secretly felt fortunate for a while, if he had pounced on this blue-robed Confucian student earlier, he might have been injured under the thunder and lightning, put away the two scimitars and observed carefully, his face became a little ugly, and the two scimitars actually had a lot of thin cracks under the thunder and lightning.

The disciples of Wuwei Sect were secretly fortunate that this man was powerful and powerful, and he had always followed him after his death, if he wanted to kill himself directly, under the sniper, he was afraid that he would have been seriously injured, but it was a pity that this person did not seem to have a plan to kill himself, but wanted to capture himself alive, thinking of the words before this person blew himself up, he couldn't help but have a question in his heart.

Could it be that this calamity was caused by his constantly changing appearance in Guangling City? But listening to the name of "Xuanyuan Jing", it seems that he is a woman, when did he pretend to be a woman?

At this moment, there was an earth-shattering loud noise in the distance.

"Thunder!" the Wuwei Sect disciple's face changed, and he muttered to himself.

This is now the first time that this earth-shattering noise has sounded,