The sky is the earth, the earth is the sky, jump over, and you can break the formation!

Qiyu finally understood the gist of breaking this array, so he broke this formation without hesitation.

It was still as usual, and it was dark early.

When he broke the withered leaves array and came out of the small world, he saw Uncle Seven.

He didn't faint today, but his heart was a little anxious.

Uncle Seven took him to Bitan and made him strip naked.

The moment his body first came into contact with the water in Bitan, a familiar feeling suddenly appeared.

That familiar cold turned out to be the water of this Bitan.

It turned out that my injuries had healed in this Bitan for the past few nights.

Qiyu took a handful of Bitan water, and a familiar and unfamiliar feeling hit him.

The familiar feeling is that it is still the same cold.

The strange feeling is that he always thought that this was just an ordinary pool, and never knew that it had such a function.

The seventh uncle seemed to know his confusion, so he explained: "Ling Juexiao's healing ability combined with Bitan's body forging ability is the ability to heal your body every night. ”

"Oh" Qiyu soaked in the water, listened to Uncle Qi's explanation, and nodded thoughtfully.

Qiyu seemed to enjoy the feeling here, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I opened them again, and it was the fifth day.

It's still a rooster crowing, and the seventh uncle is here!

Uncle Qi still stared at Qi Yu's eyes before announcing today's task.

"Today's mission is actual combat!"

Uncle Seven waved his hand, it was still the black hole of yesterday.

In this regard, Qiyu did not speak, and prepared to go in......

"Wait!" Uncle Seven called out to him.

"Huh?" Qiyu turned his head and saw a pitch-black spear flying towards him.

Qiyu took the spear, only to feel extremely heavy, almost unable to hold it. But for some reason, there was a vague feeling of water melting, which was delivered directly from the body of the gun to Qiyu's body.

Suddenly, a drop of blood sprouted from Qiyu's fingertip and slowly fell onto the tip of the pitch-black spear.

The blurred feeling of melting water suddenly became familiar, as if I had suddenly pierced the last layer of window paper and seen the last layer of things clearly.

Looking at this scene, Uncle Seven nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that this six-pointed gun is very suitable for you." ”

"Six-mangled spear!" Qi Yu stared at the pitch-black spear in his hand, the black mystery, the black profundity.

"Six-pointed gun, good name. Qiyu took the six-pointed gun and waved it twice, and there was a feeling like an arm waving.

"Go ahead. Uncle Seven saw that he was almost familiar with the six-manggun gun, so he let him in.

"Hmm. Qiyu hugged the gun and bowed to Uncle Qi, and then walked towards the small world.

After Qiyu entered, Lingxi quietly took out the Suxue Sword from Danheng. Because, after the six-manggun was in Qiyu's hands, Su Xue's sword trembled violently.

As soon as you enter, this place is not the sea of leaves full of dead leaves from yesterday, but a huge and flat space.

And Qiyu stood in the center of this flat space.

When he fell to the ground, countless golden golems rushed up from all directions, armed with knives, guns, swords, halberds and other weapons.

In contrast, Qiyu was in the center at this time, lonely, and seemed very lonely.

He was like an inconspicuous speck of dust, about to be surrounded by this monstrous wave.

However, the dust was unwilling to be surrounded, and waved the pitch-black six-pointed gun in his hand, angrily dispersing the huge waves around him that wanted to engulf him.

Swinging it all the time, although Qiyu has been recognized by this six-pointed gun, but until now, Uncle Qi has never taught him the crystal technique of cultivation. Therefore, now he is still an ordinary person, and he can't urge the power of the six-manggun at all.

The current six-manikin gun, for him, is no different from the usual hoe.

The difference is that he is now using this "hoe" to kill all sides.

The six-mangled gun could no longer remember how many times it had been swung or how many puppets it had knocked down, but it could not stop and had to keep wielding. Only by constantly swinging can you ensure that you are not harmed by those golems.

It has been waving from the beginning to the present, and it is tempted to stop waving. But no, if it doesn't wave it anymore, then it means failure, and failure means the disappointment of Uncle Seven.

That disappointment was the last thing he wanted to see.

So, it has to keep waving, and it can't stop!

The surrounding puppets seemed to be forever killed, Qiyu repelled a batch, and then a more powerful and ruthless batch came up, killing Qiyu even more ruthlessly.

Qiyu wants to defeat them, of course, they also want to defeat Qiyu, although their consciousness comes from Uncle Qi, but Uncle Qi has already injected the information that Qiyu is an enemy in the consciousness of these puppets.

So, they will do everything they can to defeat Qiyu.

The so-called all the ways are to rush up directly and cut down Qiyu, because the spiritual sense of these puppets is generally not high.

The wounds on Qiyu's body gradually increased, and some of them were even deeper and longer than the wounds left by the first day of breaking into the Xuanxing Forest.

But fortunately, it didn't hurt the vital point, although he bled too much, and bursts of dizziness came from his mind, but with his tenacious will, he stiffened this dizziness and continued to fight.

There was less blood on his body than it looked on the first day in the Xuanxing Forest, however, he had more wounds than that day.

All that blood was his own.

The sun was gradually setting in the west, and the day passed with such difficulty.

By the time it was over, Qiyu had fainted before he came out of the small world, and he was lying there upright.

Lingxi didn't cry this time, just ran over and gently helped Qiyu up, and slowly walked towards Bitan.

When Lingxi put Qiyu in Bitan, he took the six-manggun handed over to him by Uncle Qi, and then took out the Suxue Sword from Danheng.

As soon as he took out the Su Xue Sword, a thin layer of white light appeared on the Su Xue Sword. The six-pointed gun did not emit light, and it still lay there quietly.

In fact, it's not that the six-mangled gun doesn't emit light, but its light is black, and now it's night, and only the moon exudes a little silver light, so you can't see the resonance of the six-mangled gun.

However, Lingxi felt an emotion mixed with excitement, sadness, and endless longing coming from Su Xuejian.

The six-manggun didn't recognize her as the master, but from the resonance of Su Xuejian, she still felt the same emotions as Su Xuejian.

However, there is only one emotion coming from the six-pointed gun, and that is longing, endless longing.

......

Uncle Seven didn't go to Bitan tonight, nor did he give a.

He didn't go because, he didn't want to go, he didn't want to answer the reason why the Su Xue Sword and the six-mangled spear resonated for Lingxi.

Sometimes, this kind of thing is inherently illusory.

Lingxi, it's better not to know!