As time goes by, the world's skills in imitating the treasure have become more and more sophisticated. Some of these imitations of the Great Masters of the Instrument Dao, although they cannot be completely real, they also have some of the power of the real Immortal Treasure.

Just like the imitation folding fan of Qing Muyang right now, it is unimaginably terrifying because of its genuineness.

Therefore, even if the imitation of the evil power is a drop in the bucket, it is almost not under the lowest quality of the real treasure of the lowest level.

With Qing Muyang's cultivation as the realm, you can get this precious imitation suitable for your own use. It's really a chance, and the encounter is extraordinary.

But I don't know how Qing Ah Er will resist the surprise attack of the Five Aggregates Divine Cone in the face of this treasure, coupled with the evil power of this treasure?

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

Everything is slow, but the battle on the small battlefield of the Void is better than lightning.

Just when everyone was talking about the Yin River Treasure Treasure, the three flying cones controlled by Qing Muyang had already launched thousands of dazzling swift attacks towards Qing Ah Er in the staggered crossing.

Qing A didn't move an inch, only slashed out one by one.

No matter how the three flying cones were intertwined and changed, they were always carried by the spiral air flow that swept up by the knife in his hand.

Qing Muyang's eyes were scorching, and he stared closely at Qing A'er's knife.

Suddenly, his fingers flicked slightly. Controlling the three flying cones to retreat far away, he dodged a knife from the surging snow waves of Qing Ah Er.

In the next moment, the three flying cones changed from fast to slow, and slowly glided back in the void.

It seems that the onslaught has been temporarily stopped, but it is silently approaching, giving people a kind of oppressive momentum that the mountain rain is about to come and the breath is about to stop.

At this moment, Qing Muyang pounced forward by himself. The gray mist of the folding fan in his hand gushed out, and he fanned towards Qing A'er's head and face.

All the elders nodded secretly.

Qing Muyang has a great way to make a move.

What he glimpsed was when the momentum of Qing A'er's front knife was not exhausted, and the momentum of the back knife was about to be born.

First use the imitation treasure as a frontal attack, even if you can't defeat the enemy in one fell swoop. At least that evil gray mist could severely damage Qing Ah Er's state of mind and soul sea, and greatly weaken his cultivation power.

The three flying cones seem to be slow and weak, but they are actually gaining momentum and unpredictable. Once it is launched again, it will be a terrible blow in the rain.

In this way, he uses evil magic and secret techniques to attack back and forth. Who else is there in the same realm?

Just when most of the elders felt that there was no accident in the decisive battle between the two sides, Qing Ah Er would definitely be defeated, and even die on the spot immediately.

But I heard a hissing sound.

It turned out that Qing Ah Er completely ignored the three flying cones that were ready to be launched in the void above, and stepped forward in the face of Qing Muyang's coming.

It's simple, a knife cut, and the folding fan hidden in the thick gray mist is in the middle.

The bright sword light flashed out. The folding fan is split in two and broken in two.

At the same time, the qi blade that extended and jumped above the blade fanned through and slashed straight towards Qing Muyang's face.

Where did Qing Muyang expect that this imitation treasure at the bottom of the box would have no effect on Qing A'er's cultivation power.

Not only that, but the opponent's sword skills and momentum are rising all the time. At the moment of stepping out, he has reached his peak state.

The slash at his folding fan seemed unremarkable. The intangible meaning in it is like the vast sea, the front wave and the back wave. Heaven and earth are vast, endless.

Qing Muyang originally wanted to use the evil power of the folding fan to hit Qing Ah Er's state of mind hard. He Zeng thought about his martial arts state of mind, but collapsed in a daze under the other party's sword.

Seeing the blade split the fan, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't dodge. Screaming in shock, Qing Muyang withdrew and flew back.

But even if his body technique was as fast as lightning, how could he be so fast that Qing Ah Er seemed to have transcended the sword qi of time and space.

Earth, water, fire, and wind!

I'm the source honor!

On the line of life and death, Qing Muyang bit the tip of his tongue.

The half-step Origin Venerable's cultivation erupted wildly, and finally reluctantly kneaded the power of the four origins of heaven and earth together, forming a force shield defense in front of him with alarming fluctuations.

After all, Qing A'er's cultivation is only in the middle stage of the Flying Heaven Realm. Although that sword spirit was ridiculously strong, under the resistance of the other party's Origin Shield, which was almost a means of Yuan Zun, it finally exhausted and gradually dissipated.

However, there was a sudden and strange brilliance of the blade in it, and it still broke through the shield of origin that was also about to dissipate with extreme ferocity.

On Qing Muyang's blown "pink face", from left to right, a long blood line twisted and winding was pulled.

"No!"

Qing Muyang was born to love his appearance more than his life. Feeling the hot pain on his face, he understood that the "flower appearance" had been destroyed, and suddenly screamed heartbreakingly.

Qing Ah Er's face was cold, the ancient well was waveless, and the second step continued to step out.

It's just that the stride of this step is very small, only half a step.

This time, he did not continue to use the knife, but returned the knife into the sheath again unexpectedly. At the same moment, his body swayed left and right, trembling slightly.

That posture is like an isolated weed in the autumn wind. Although it seems to be thin and weak. But it goes up and down with the situation, and it should be the right thing to do.

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

The three flying cones that suddenly started in the void narrowly brushed Qing Aer's left eyebrow, right flank, and crotch and slashed.

Among them, the one under the crotch was too ruthless, and it came by surprise.

Although Qing A'er dodged, the trousers on the inner thigh were inevitably torn open a narrow gap.

White and exposed, very unsightly.

But among the many spectators, even those young men who were light and unscrupulous in the past. At this moment, their expressions were solemn and solemn, and no one showed a shameful smile.

Because Qing Ah Er at this moment, even if he is defenseless, he also has a peak of clouds. It is admired and sighed, and it cannot be despised with contempt.

Choke!

I don't know what kind of magic Qing Ah Er used. The knife was still in the sheath before, and its sound only then resounded through the battle platform.

The three Five Aggregate Divine Cones that had failed to raid were also crumbling in the void at this moment because they lost Qing Muyang's control.

was shocked by the sound of the clear knife, and it exploded with a bang.

The elders looked at each other. Who would have thought that the ancestor of the Qing clan, Lord Qing Xuankong, extracted the essence of Yan Fu's martial arts and retreated for more than ten years to create the ancient supreme secret technique.

It appeared for the first time in thousands of years, but it was extinguished in the sound of the little boy's knife.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

The sound of the knife continued, and the sound of explosion began again.

Qing Ah Er dodged the Five Aggregates Divine Cone and finally defeated it, all in the blink of an eye.

In fact, his body only paused and swayed a little after taking half a step like a wind and dancing grass, and then he had already rushed forward again and came to the stunned Qing Muyang.

Bang Bang ......

Qing A'er waved his hands, and his palms were full of shadows.

Qing Muyang's bloody face was instantly slapped by him eighty-eight sixty-four times.

Qing Muyang's body was whipped and thrown up, twisting and tumbling and falling more than ten zhang away.

Before he fought, he vowed to beat Qing A'er into a dead dog.

Without spinning his heels, he curled up and twitched on the ground like a dead dog, unable to get up for a long time.

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