Although this binding spell was simple, it gathered the strength of most of the masters of the Guangyang Sect, and even the immortals could not immediately break free on the spot.

Colored light kept coming out from the gaps in the layers of aura, as if overflowing water, and the giant cocoon formed by the aura kept expanding outward, but the expanded place was quickly suppressed by the endless mana.

The wrestling between the people of the Guangyang Sect and the immortal envoy was reflected in the giant cocoon formed by that layer of aura, which made the shape of the giant cocoon unpredictable, comparable to the amoeba amoeba.

The immortal envoy's roar sounded from the giant cocoon, "If you betray the immortal realm, just wait for the heavenly punishment from the immortal lord!" ”

Pan Han easily pulled out the giant sword on his back and strode towards the immortal envoy.

Luo Chuyi was shocked, grabbed Pan Hanyi, and called, "Senior brother, what are you going to do?" ”

Pan Hanyi's face was full of murderous anger, and he said fiercely: "Since you have done it, then you will not stop doing anything, kill him, and avenge Senior Brother Zhao!" ”

"No, you can't!" Luo Chuyi grabbed Pan Hanyi tightly, "If you kill the immortal envoy, then you really have to be charged with betraying the immortal world, even if you escape beyond the nine heavens and nine earths, you will never be able to escape the pursuit of the immortal world!" The Guangyang faction is really going to perish! Since the fairy world can monitor the movements here, we have killed the immortal envoy here, and we are afraid that we will know about it soon! ”

"Even if we don't kill, can we continue to follow the fairy world? It's just the difference between dying early and dying late, it's better to have a good time! Pan Hanyi roared with amazement, just for the decisiveness of killing, Luo Chuyi was far inferior to Pan Hanyi, at this time, he still had the illusion of making peace with the fairy world, and he didn't want to kill the immortal envoy!

"Master, if you keep interrupting, you will suffer from it!" The Great Elder said in a deep voice, "We won't be able to hold on for long, let's decide!" ”

Luo Chuyi sighed, couldn't make up his mind for a while, and only complained to Yong Bowen on the stage: "Yongdaoyou, what are you doing up there!" ”

Yong Bowen was taking the snatched scroll and looking at it, and when he heard Luo Chuyi complaining, he raised his head and smiled: "Rare things, I can't help but want to take a look, I see that Master Luo has no intention of taking it, so I have to do it myself." This immortal lord's decree is nothing more than that. ”

Pan Hanyi was in no mood to gossip, so he struggled to shake off Luo Chuyi's hand, raised the giant sword, and rushed to the immortal envoy in two steps, slashing down with a sword.

Luo Chuyi was conflicted in his heart, and he didn't know if it was right or wrong to do this, so he didn't stop Pan Hanyi's movements for a while, and only watched as the sword landed right above the head of the immortal envoy.

The rune veins on the sword body are overflowing, which is the expression of mana urging to the extreme.

At this moment, the giant cocoon was full of colorful light, as if there were not many salute fireworks suddenly exploded, and the aura giant cocoon was shattered in just an instant.

The color is magnificent, dazzling and blind!

The halberd that was originally picked towards Yong Bowen was withdrawn halfway, and it was sharply picked upward, and the blade that Pan Hanyi cut down in the middle of the sword was followed by a lock and a turn, locking the body of the giant sword firmly, Pan Hanyi was shocked and struggled to recover the sword, but the giant sword seemed to have taken root and did not move at all.

"Die!" The immortal envoy shouted angrily, and continued to use the halberd with his right hand to lock Pan Hanyi's giant sword, and his left hand formed a fist, hitting Pan Hanyi's face directly.

This immortal envoy is wearing heavy armor, and he also has metal gloves on his hands, if this punch hits, let alone an immortal envoy, even ordinary people can beat Pan Hanyi to a twelve-haired stun on the spot.

What's even worse is that this punch is not an ordinary fist, halfway through the fist, I heard a muffled sound of Peng, and the flames of Xiong Neng rose out on the surface of the fist, burning an ordinary iron glove fist like a torch.

Hit Pan Hanyi's door directly.

This punch came so quickly, with Pan Hanyi's skills, he couldn't respond in time, the only choice was to abandon the sword and retreat, but his ability was all on the sword, and the sword in his hand was given by his teacher, although he didn't explicitly say that the sword was in the sword and the person died, but he did have this idea in his heart, and for a while Pan Hanyi made the same mistake as Luo Chuyi, and he was indecisive.

Between the fight of life and death, how can there be a little hesitation, Pan Hanyi only hesitated slightly, and the flaming fist came to his eyes, and the only thing he could do was to reluctantly lower his head.

Suddenly, a palm stretched out from the side, just in front of the flaming fist, but it was the Yongda Heavenly Master who was standing on the side who made a move.

It's just that this palm is weak and weak, it looks like a hasty move, and it can't be accumulated, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it can stop the flame punch of the immortal envoy.

There was a crisp snap, the fists and palms intersected, as if something had been smashed, and a faint blue light exploded, and the blue light spread upwards along the fairy fist, and where it passed, the flames disappeared without a trace, and the colorful glow also dissipated as quickly as if it had been wiped off by something.

The weak palm easily blocked the immortal envoy's violent flame punch.

The immortal envoy shouted angrily, as if he had been pricked by a needle, and hurriedly withdrew his fist, but the halberd in his hand locked Pan Hanyi's giant sword, although it restricted Pan Hanyi's action, but he couldn't act lightly, he only withdrew his fist, but his body couldn't move.

Yong Bowen laughed, stepped forward, slapped the forehead of the fairy envoy with a palm, still did not see any strength, patted lightly, then moved away, followed by the two palms in turn, lightning-like along the midline of the immortal body, first patted the chest to the lower abdomen, and then patted the back of the head to the lumbar vertebrae, more than ten palms in one go, the slap was crisp and continuous, the slap was over, leaving a talisman, it was the Taiping séance talisman that was drawn just now.

This talisman is called séance, that is, even the genuine gods are also sealed, and the Kalachakra Mani Vajra is such a strong beam demon, and a talisman must be set on the spot. It's just that Yong Bowen saw that this immortal envoy had made the two tricks not strong before, for fear that his mana was shallow, and the effect of the séance runes drawn was limited, so he simply pasted all the séances on them to create a superimposed effect.

I don't want him to paste this last talisman as soon as he pastes it, and before his hand leaves the surface of the immortal envoy's armor, he sees the glow on the immortal envoy's helmet flickering, and the séance talisman attached to his forehead turned into flying ash with a pop, followed by the second talisman and the third talisman one after another.

The multicolored glow on the surface of the armor flickered violently, and the entire armor was like an electric light bulb.

The immortal envoy's movements only froze for a moment, and then slowly recovered, and he only needed to dissolve all the séances to regain his free movement.

"Let me come!" Pan Hanyi shouted, finally abandoned the giant sword in his hand, wiped the sword box on his back with his backhand, and actually pulled out a slender stabbing sword and stabbed it at the immortal envoy's face.

The fairy envoy's helmet has a visor, and since the arrival of the fight, it has been placed, and only the eyes and mouth can be seen.

Pan Hanyi's sword is extremely vicious, brushing and brushing, striking three swords in a row, stabbing both eyes and mouth.