A sledgehammer swept past Su Qi's side.

He reacted quickly, and at the moment when the aura changed, he had already flown to dodge, and when the big man shouted, Su Qi was already standing far away under the wall.

The aura on the third floor was agitated, and the big man seemed to have some scruples about the books in the building, so he didn't go all out, but only pressed the realm in the sky, and if he missed, the second form was immediately used.

Yan Qiao held the hammer in his right hand, and his left hand quickly opened, aiming at Su Qi and grabbing it suddenly.

Su Qi naturally had no intention of fighting, and only thought about getting out quickly, but as soon as his body moved slightly, an uncontrollable force suddenly exerted on his body, pushing him forward, and not far away, Yan Qiao's sledgehammer had already smashed towards him.

Reiki binding.

Su Qi was secretly frightened in his heart, the big man on the other side looked rough, like the kind of unruly and grinning character, but in fact, he was as careful as a hair, and his control of aura was superb, Su Qi clearly felt that there were more than a dozen ropes made of aura on his body, tied to his limbs, waist and abdomen, and pulled him straight towards Yan Qiao.

Su Qi no longer had any scruples, and the Eight Desolation Sword was directly unsheathed.

The sword qi spewed out, spun around Su Qi in a circle, cut off all the spiritual qi ropes very delicately, and slammed it at Su Qi's feet, the tip of the sword pointed upward, and rushed straight up.

The sledgehammer collides with the sword qi.

Su Qi snorted, took a few steps back, pinched the sword technique with his left hand, and the Eight Desolation Sword trembled slightly, and spit out seven or eight sword lights, covering the whole body of the big man.

After the falling sledgehammer was stopped by the sword qi, Yan Qiao was also unstable, fortunately, he was a monk of the Tianyuan Realm, and he was stable in the blink of an eye, in the face of Su Qi's sword light, he did not avoid or dodge, and his eyes even flashed with excitement, his right hand swirled, and the sledgehammer danced out of the mighty wind, he suddenly stepped forward, and the sledgehammer carried the power of Wanjun, surging down.

"This aura is Elder Yan Qiao's burial hammer!"

The disciples on the second floor were shocked, they had all seen Elder Yan Qiao make a move in the big competition of the West Rain Palace, and the terrifying hammer technique that destroyed the world was still fresh in their memories.

"Quick, get out of here!" someone shouted in panic, "This Secret Art Pavilion will definitely not be saved!"

Everyone flocked down, and there were still a few unknown people on the first floor, but after seeing these panicked disciples, they didn't hesitate to join the fleeing army.

After all, they had just seen Elder Yan Qiao come in.

The elder, who was known for his violent temper, hit him almost wherever he went.

They weren't mistaken, just a few breaths later, a powerful storm of aura erupted from the staircase, destroying the first and second floors like a storm, the walls exploded and flew away, and the rubble and bricks flew everywhere, leaving only a few wooden pillars, struggling to support the third floor.

The third floor is completely made of animal bones, and its bearing capacity for aura is much higher than that of ordinary wood and stone, so there is nothing broken at this time, but the light of the aura has also dimmed a lot, and the stairs leading to the second floor have collapsed, but fortunately, Su Qi's divine sense swept lightly and found that no one was injured nearby, and there was no smell of blood in the air.

If you hurt someone, it will probably cause a lot of trouble.

"Go out and fight. Yan Qiao carried the sledgehammer, nodded behind him, and quickly added, "But don't you want to run!"

Su Qi rolled his eyes, he had already seen that the other party was a battle maniac, and he didn't care much about him scavenging books, otherwise with the strength of the other party's Tianyuan Realm, he could easily suppress him, so why would he press his strength to the Kongming Realm and fight with him again?

Su Qi flew out after Yan Qiao.

The other party seemed to be really afraid that he would run away, and his divine sense had been firmly locked on Su Qi's body.

There were a lot of disciples gathered outside the building, and after seeing Yan Qiao and Su Qi flying out, they immediately scattered, but they were reluctant to leave, standing far away in the streets and alleys, looking curiously from afar.

The Mystic Pavilion is crumbling.

Countless books were suspended in the air, wrapped in aura light, and slowly flew down under a small building in the distance, although Yan Qiao had no scruples, he still unsealed the strength of the Tianyuan Realm at that moment and protected the books in the Secret Art Pavilion.

If he makes too much trouble, he will also be scolded.

"Are you a sword cultivator?" Yan Qiao stared at the sword in Su Qi's hand, a little curious, and a little puzzled, he seemed to have seen this sword somewhere.

Su Qi nodded, glanced back at Beigong, he didn't know when Chang Su would come over, he didn't want to continue to fight with this big man.

"My name is Yan Qiao, Elder Xi of the West Rain Palace, some people say that if you steal books, according to the laws in the West Rain Palace, you should be put in prison and punished with at least ten years," Yan Qiao smiled, a little cunning, "But I am very kind, I decided to give you a chance, I will only fight with the strength of the Empty Ming Realm, if you can escape from my hands, then you are not guilty." ”

It's so nice, but it's not actually for a fight......

Su Qi sighed slightly, and quickly cheered up, he actually wanted to try his current combat strength.

In Emperor Yun's illusion, he gained a lot, combat experience, killing methods, how to calculate his aura, he mastered them one by one in the illusion, and after that, he did not have a chance to test what he had learned.

The Eight Desolation Sword hung overhead.

He closed his eyes slightly, the aura in his body became active, the divine platform flashed with uncertain light, although the hazy statue of the god had not yet taken shape, but there were already countless dao marks flowing in his body, his divine sense moved slightly, and the dao marks of fire swept out, fused with his spiritual qi, rushed out of the spiritual sea, and constantly transformed into sharp and scorching sword qi in his acupoint.

He snapped open his eyes.

With a long roar, the Eight Desolation Sword galloped out, drawing a red trail in the air, and in an instant, it turned into a raging fire, burning the entire sky.

Beacon March!

This swordsmanship was originally prepared for sword cultivation under the Empty Bright Realm, but Su Qi incorporated some Dao marks into it, which also made the lethality of this swordsmanship extremely powerful.

The fire engulfed Yanqiao, like a blooming flower, blooming on the palace building.

And it's not just fire, it's also mixed with an incomparable sword qi that is enough to cut off the golden stone.

Exclamations came and went.

The onlookers looked at the sky shrouded in fire clouds in shock, and the scorching heat scorched them, making them clearly feel how strong the young man's swordsmanship was.

The turmoil of the aura and the roar of the sword aura spread far and wide, alarming many people.

Figures floated from all over the West Rain Palace, most of them were elders and disciples, some of them immediately flew in the direction of the West Palace after hesitating for a moment, and some people just hugged their shoulders and looked coldly, and in the deepest part of the North Palace, there were three powerful divine senses that suddenly cast over.

There are more and more onlookers of this battle.