An Qiuran's original intention was to find a secluded place to use the marrow washing solution, and the road he walked deviated from the road back to the mountain, so it was impossible to meet the senior brother of the back mountain, and now he can only fight against the water.

He pinched his left hand around his waist, full of confidence.

The monk named Long Qian in front noticed this small detail, quickly judged that An Qiuran had a treasure hidden on his body, and made quick eye contact with the other two.

Hello!

Qin Guangxian, who was standing on the side, was instructed, and flew up with a spirit rune, and his left hand was shimmered by the light of the spiritual light, like a grinding disc straight down.

"Xiaodao'er!" An Qiuran was fearless, and his right hand struck out a palm containing strength.

The moment the palms met, an earth-shattering explosion sounded, and a burst of strong light swept across An Qiuran and Qin Guang. Their cultivation is similar, but An Qiuran is a well-known and decent monk, and his practice of Zhou Zheng's Taoism is far from being comparable to casual cultivation, Qin Guang's line fell backwards like a kite with a broken line, and the left hand of the opposite palm had been shattered by the dark energy.

Falling into the void on the ground, life and death do not know.

"There are two brushes!" Zhang Ting, who was standing at the back, rubbed his hands, his skin was dark, like an iron tower, and his teeth staggered when he sneered, revealing a surging battle intent.

Long Qian saw that Qin Guangxian had been hit hard, and his brows couldn't help but twist up. The monk who could stop Cangyun Mountain, he had already expected that one of his brothers would die, but he didn't expect it to be so soon, just a palm!

The pressure rose suddenly, Long Qian's appearance was still calm, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

What a deep-hearted person.

Zhang Fan hid behind him from afar, just as the so-called sandpiper and clam competed for the benefit of the fisherman. You guys just fight, it's best to beat him and lose both!

An Qiuran's right hand was hidden under his sleeve, and a trace of blood fell down his fingers.

Zhang Ting saw that he was also traumatized in Xindao, so he decided to make a strong move first, stepped forward, and opened his five fingers to buckle the top of An Qiuran's head. The speed is extremely fast, and the blink of an eye is in front of him, a sneer cracked at the corner of An Qiuran's mouth, and the fool who deliberately sold a flaw took the bait, scattered cultivation, it was really simple and distressing.

He turned around and threw a punch with all his might.

Zhang Ting's eyes were about to split: "Ah..."

A punch pierced his chest, and a monk in the Yang Yuan period stared at his round eyes and fell into the air, Long Qian was frightened in his heart, the monk of Cangyun Mountain was really extraordinary, and he shot twice to take away the two masters of the same cultivators, and it seemed that he was going to take it seriously.

An Qiuran didn't dare to be careless, Long Qian didn't blink his eyelids from beginning to end, he must have a strong reliance. The windswept wind ruffled their long hair and clothes, and the flames of battle burned strongly.

Finally, Long Qian moved, as fast as lightning, and his palm opened and spit out a handful of silver needles.

"Magic weapon!" An Qiuran's heart trembled, and he hurriedly took off his sword and climbed into the sky, and the silver needle turned around and chased it directly. Zhang Fan didn't expect that a casual cultivator would have a magic weapon.

There are thirty silver needles in this one, and behind them is a fan-shaped array. Zhang Fan pinched his chin, the silver needle was incomplete, otherwise the formation diagram should be round. The fan shape is only one-third round, but the power is still amazing, even if An Qiuran flies quickly with the flying sword, he can't avoid the silver needle.

Long Qian was afraid that An Qiuran would flee back to Cangyun Mountain, so he slapped four spirit runes of the sky at his feet, and his speed increased by a large margin, and he bit An Qiuran tightly. Zhang Fan followed with the yin and yang steps comparable to the heaven-level exercises, and today is really a god's admiration.

Ten bottles of marrow washing solution plus two magic weapons.

An Qiuran flew to the bottom of a mountain peak, he swallowed a pill to replenish the consumed spiritual liquid, landed on the ground with his right hand and raised the sword technique. The flying sword floated up, emitting bursts of sword light.

Long Qian was a little afraid, and remotely controlled the silver needle in the distance, and the silver needle was divided into four sides to encircle An Qiuran, and the formation behind it turned into a huge array to envelop An Qiuran: "Practice!"

Long Qian spit out a word, fully supporting the silver needle array, while swallowing the old medicine to replenish the spiritual liquid, An Qiuran had already sacrificed the magic weapon, and only one person between them could walk out alive.

Although the three-foot long sword was full of cracks, with the activation of it, an infinitely flawless array floated in the air, resisting the refining of the silver needle.

Zhang Fan's eyelids jumped: "The flawless flying sword array is even equal to the flawed silver needle array." If the silver needle is perfect.."

This is an Arcana that is worth more than a flying sword and ten bottles of marrow wash. Both of them are urging the formation with all their might, and both want to wear out their opponents.

Long Qian let out a long roar, stuffed the last old medicine in his mouth and chewed and swallowed it, a burst of surging spiritual liquid rose in the spirit platform, he put his hands together and made a downward splitting motion, and saw that thirty silver needles were orderly formed into four daggers, and he used all his strength to fight the flying sword formation.

The flying sword swayed, An Qiuran coughed up blood, and he also swallowed a pill to mobilize his strength to fight to the death: "Sword slash.. All over the world!"

The flying sword vibrate, emitting bursts of sword sounds, piercing through the golden cracking stone and being invincible, killing the silver needles scattered, and the flying sword seemed to be about to break through. But Long Qian is in the middle stage of Yangyuan, a small realm higher than An Qiuran, and the silver needle is not simple, with the help of the half-fan array diagram, he can achieve some evolution: "Yin!"

Long Qian formed a seal, and those silver needles quickly converged into a small seal that was so transparent that it was almost invisible.

Zhang Fan's eyes were extremely hot, and the silver needle gave him another surprise, it could actually evolve. Seal, Ding, Bell, Tower, for the four poles of the magic weapon, it is said that these four things even if they are still rough embryos already contain the principle of the Great Dao, the power is several times higher than the ordinary magic weapon.

Now the silver needle combined into a simple small seal, and the silk pressure poured down, pressing the flying sword creaking and overwhelming, and the cracks on the sword expanded a little.

"Ah!!" An Qiuran was unwilling to roar, even if he fought half to the death, he would kill this enemy, his hand slapped his waist, suddenly, the wind stopped abruptly, and a faint breath swept out, shattering the small seal with one blow, An Qiuran seemed to suffer great pain, knelt on the ground and hid his face and screamed: "Ah...."

The sound is like a hellish ghost, and it looks particularly terrifying under the gloomy atmosphere. Long Qian and Zhang Fan were enveloped by a desperate qi, and Long Qian was shocked: "What is this?"

An Qiuran seemed to release the demon general of hell, and thick smoke floated out of his body, and a roar seemed to tear the heavens and the earth. Zhang Fan couldn't stand the magic sound, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the pseudo-god pattern appeared to protect him. Long Qian's cloak was scattered, because of the protection of the silver needle, he could still persevere, knowing that he could not let the situation continue to deteriorate, and sacrificed the strongest move: "Seal!"

The silver needle was sealed, he slapped his chest and vomited blood, the small seal was stained with blood and swallowed the red light, the faint seal seemed a lot more real, a small dragon head mark, the dragon head long beard swayed in the wind realistically, the dragon's eyes opened a slit, and the blood red was infinite.

Zhang Fan swallowed his saliva, and Uncle Guang said at this time: "The silver needle is extraordinary, but the formation diagram is incomplete and the evolution is lacking, and it is definitely not the opponent of this demonic qi!"

Zhang Fan knew what to do.

Xiao Yin pierced through the magic sound and went straight forward, but Xiao Yin was also trembling, his body was getting darker and darker, it was impossible to kill with one blow, and Long Qian also showed a desperate look.

At this time, Zhang Fan made a move. His hands were spread out, and ten fingers swallowed the light: "Fat!"

Zhang Fan reprimanded, and the ten thin haired fingers rose to the sky, and the Heavenly Rank Exercise itself represented this invincibility, and at this time, the piercing magic sound fell heavily on An Qiuran.

The purpose of the finger is the same, not An Qiuran's body, but his waist, I don't know what it is, but this netherworld aura and terrifying magic sound all come from this.

Ten fingers are sealed, and the magic sound is sealed in an instant, which gives Xiaoyin a chance.

Moving forward quickly, a pop pierced An Qiuran's skull, An Qiuran vomited blood, fell to the ground on his back and fell into the dust, and the flying sword that lost its power fell to the ground with a bang.

However, the magic sound rose again, and it was not controlled by An Qiuran.

"Let's go!" Uncle Guang sensed the danger and reminded Zhang Fan to leave quickly.

Zhang Fan didn't dare to stay for a long time to cast a yin and yang step and run away, and heard a miserable scream on the way, it turned out that Long Qian couldn't stand the magic sound after all, and his head exploded and died. Subsequently, Zhang Fan sensed a hair-making murderous opportunity, which came straight to his back, he was sweating all over, and he could only urge Yin and Yang to escape with all his might.