Chapter Seventy-Nine: Frozen Miles
I'm invincible!
Su Heng is one against five, and he can still take the initiative, and he is in the limelight for a while, and his power is overwhelming.
The giant finger of spiritual power roared down, like the hand of the gods, descending to maintain order and perform heavenly punishment.
Fairy Luyue wanted to avoid the edge for a while, but Su Heng's qi machine had already locked on her, so she had to dispel this idea.
The long sleeves danced lightly, the soft silk was like a snake out of a hole, and swept into the air with the momentum of a goshawk hitting the sky, and the moment it came into contact with the giant finger of spiritual power, the ground was soft, like a big python entwining it, and then a wriggling.
Phew!
The long sleeves emitted a cloud of pink gas, and in Su Heng's surprised gaze, the giant finger was actually biochemically removed.
To be precise, it's more like being corroded.
At the same time, Wu Chuan also moved. The majestic body shook one by one, flew up, and both hands came out together, transforming countless palm shadows, pouring down towards the giant finger of spiritual power like a rainstorm of pear blossoms.
Bang!
Suddenly, as soon as Wu Chuan's palm was retracted, the huge spiritual power fingers also began to disintegrate, and the aftermath of the spiritual power overflowed, shaking the canyon with a bang.
"Eighteen beats of cotton palms?" someone whispered, recognizing this signature spell of Wansheng Sect.
Qiankun didn't make a contribution with one finger, and Su Heng didn't care, his falling figure was lightly touched on the ground, as if an arrow from the string burst out again, killing the five masters.
"It's amazing. Where Tianquan Villa and the Han family are located, Han Xue, who always pays attention to the battlefield, suddenly sighed, which made Qing'er feel a little proud when she heard this.
Although she grew up in Tianquan Villa, she only had a good relationship with Xia Xian, and as for Xia Chong, regardless of his identity as the young owner of Tianquan Villa, he was simply a stranger to her. Therefore, in Qing'er's heart, Xia Chong's weight is far inferior to Su Heng.
Thinking about the tall back standing in front of her that day to block all the wind and rain, the little girl's heart was like a warm current surging.
Xia Xian's face was strange, she knew that this girl was mostly emotional.
The five masters glanced at each other, and finally officially joined forces, no longer taking turns one by one, but swarming to shoot. Although their hearts are higher than the sky, and no one obeys anyone, they have to admit that if they fight alone, no one can get a bargain in this hand.
"A lotus dream, the soul is broken Qinglian Peak. ”
"A lotus dreams, dragons and snakes rise together. ”
"A lotus dreams, cut the green lotus under the moon!"
Long Song cried, Xia Chong's body was erratic, and he shot three sword moves in one go.
As soon as the sword style came out, the first move was connected, like a god's shot, and the entire sky was darkened.
Xia Chong forgot about things, just like a drunken poet, with a sword as a sword, blood as wine, wine to help poetry, poetry to add drunkenness, sword walking, generosity and singing.
The sword flower bloomed, and a sword array formed in an instant, suddenly covering Su Heng.
Su Heng's eyes were solemn, his expression was solemn, this Xia Chong can be called a genius, it is not unreasonable, as soon as this killing move comes out, the ghosts and gods are unstoppable.
Seeing this, the rest of them were also shocked, and they became more and more jealous in their hearts, and they were secretly vigilant.
Xia Chong showed his might, and Qin Yu, who was stimulated, was also ruthless, his eyes were wide-eyed, his eyes were empty, and he pointed at Su Heng obliquely, and his wings were like a phoenix spreading his wings, and with the momentum of smashing the Yellow Dragon, he spun and poked at Su Heng's door.
In a trance, Su Heng felt that there was a noble and infinite divine phoenix in front of him.
"Roar, roar, roar!"
Gong Chensong seemed to be so violent forever, his eyes were full of bloodshots, he roared violently, and the big stick in his hand slammed over with a sharp sonic boom, wanting to kill Su Heng.
However, he did not sacrifice the fake hole needle this time, and he did not know whether it was because of his pride or as a silent deterrent.
Seeing Gong Chensong fall into a state of rage, Su Heng finally solved a doubt in his heart, he knew why the other party's eyes were blood-red and his spiritual power had skyrocketed, this was - the power of blood!
Gong Chensong is not a human being, but a demon cultivator!
Compared with Xia Chong's ethereal and fierce, Qin Yu's arrogance, and Gong Chensong's domineering violence, the dew moon fairy, the lady of the sky, is particularly inconspicuous.
She stood far away from the battlefield, and only extended her two long sleeves, sweeping over like a bull's tongue, and the pink aura filled the air between the waves, making the listener feel uneasy and dizzy.
"Soul attack?" Su Heng saw the mystery at a glance, and hurriedly blocked his eyebrows with his divine sense, blocking the opponent's attack, and he had to be clear and comfortable.
Among the five people, Wu Chuan was the calmest, and he did not take advantage of the chaos to make a move, but slowly paced along the edge of the battlefield, one step at a time, as if he was measuring the land under him with his feet.
However, Su Heng could sense that with every step he took, a trace of spiritual power quietly burrowed into the ground from the sole of his shoe.
With a probe of the divine consciousness that was infinitely close to the realm of scattered immortals, a touch of shock appeared in Su Heng's eyes for the first time, magic circle!
He's setting up a formation!
This ordinary-looking martial idiot turned out to be a formation master!
Su Heng and Feng Ling have been together for a year, and they have not seen much but have a wide range of knowledge, and they can see at once that this is the first time he has come into contact with a monk who cultivates the formation.
But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about it, because the attack of the other four had already arrived.
Call!
Under the watchful eye, Su Heng made a move that surprised everyone. He let out a long breath of cloudy air, his eyes slowly closing.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in Su Heng's gourd, and a monk from the Yandang Sect said in a low voice: "Did he give up?"
Hearing this, Qing'er suddenly became calm, and the others also tightened their heartstrings, and looked forward with wide eyes, without blinking, for fear of missing something.
They all wanted to see how Su Heng would take over the five masters, which was enough to threaten the combined blow of the Beginner Scattered Immortals.
Finally, the moment before the attack, Su Heng suddenly opened his eyes, and the essence in his eyes flashed like lightning.
With his right hand, he grabbed the void, and a water-blue three-foot Qingfeng stood in his hand. The long sword is like ten thousand years of ice, and the sword body seems to have jade juice flowing, crystal clear, trembling slightly, and flowing dreamy luster.
The cold air was pervasive, forcing Yingye's murderous aura to retreat. The sword light flickered slightly, and everyone squinted consciously, not daring to look directly at the sword blade.
Holy, dreamy, powerful!
Nine Heavens Xuanyu Sword, Sword of the Holy Spirit!
"Is this what he relied on to defeat Meng Jie?" thought of the Five Geniuses.
However, at this point, the arrow was out of the string, and it was impossible for them to stop.
The Qinglian sword array is shrouded, the sword qi is cleansed, and the killing machine is everywhere; the phoenix wings and gold are incomparably powerful, piercing the door directly; the big stick is pressed down, weighing more than 10,000 catties; the long sleeves are all over the sky, shaking the soul; Wu Chuan stomped his feet, and the light of the magic circle suddenly rose to the sky.
The pressure was as heavy as a mountain, and Su Heng also went crazy, and his fighting spirit was raised to the extreme, rising to the sky.
"Nine Heavens Xuanyu, Frozen World!"
In the long whistle, Su Heng held the hilt of the sword tightly in his right hand, put his left hand on the wrist of his right hand, and with the indomitable tragic momentum, he struck down with the sword.
Rumble!
The jade sword did not collide with any weapon, but plunged into the ground. There was a loud bang like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the entire canyon shook, and everyone watching the battle was buzzing in their heads, and they hurriedly covered their ears.
Click! Click!
The sword was inserted into the earth, with the jade sword as the center, a layer of ice spread rapidly, and in just a few breaths, the canyon was frozen!
The plants on both sides of the canyon were covered with frost, the stream was blocked, and everyone watching the battle covered their ears and raised their spiritual power to protect themselves...... At that moment, the world was silent.
Su Heng was half-kneeling with his sword, and the moment the Nine Heavens Xuanyu Sword was inserted into the earth, a circular pillar of light rose into the sky, blocking all attacks. And at the moment when the world lost its voice, the sword, the hammer, the rod, the long sleeve, and the beam of the magic circle were all in contact with the light mask.
All the people and all the attacks seem to have been frozen by the years and frozen by the Nine Heavens Xuanyu Sword!
Bang!
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the five masters were shocked back, and their bodies flew out upside down. The moment they stopped, their faces were pale, and there was not a trace of blood on their faces, but their two eyes were blazing, staring at Su Heng, who was half-kneeling.
Burst!
Finally, a mouthful of bright red blood foam spurted out of Su Heng's mouth, scattered on the snow-like white clothes, which was particularly conspicuous.