Rock spikes continued to protrude on the ground, and Chen Xiaomo and the others were forced to retreat. In the direction of the spikes, their steps had left a long trail on the ground.

After a rock spike more than three meters high rose from the ground, Xiang Tong's attack finally stopped.

Wan Zi Guiyuan exploded violently, and the rocks in front of them were immediately shattered!

Xiang Tong looked fixedly, but Chen Xiaomo and Li Yanhui were missing from the pile of rocks!

The battle here was so fierce, and the battle between Qianmian Langjun and Xiang Zhan over there also kicked off.

At this time, Qianmian Langjun suddenly became serious, and he pointed at Xiang Zhan in front of him with the folding fan in his hand, "Do you want to die slowly, or do you want to die quickly?"

"Demon Sect Demon, speak wildly!Look at the gun!" Xiang Zhan said, with two guns in his hand, rushing towards the Thousand Faces Langjun at a fast speed.

Thousand-faced Langjun's body suddenly erupted with a strong star-pink white light, and with the chanting of the mantra in his mouth, nine rays of light instantly flew out of his body and lined up in front of him.

There was another light shift, and the nine white lights quickly transformed into a human form, and they looked exactly like the Thousand Faces Langjun.

This is the "Vientiane clone", and this trick was also used last time when Qianmian Langjun blocked Chen Xiaomo.

Before Xiang Zhan could rush over, ten identical thousand-faced Langjun had already rushed towards him.

Ten figures surrounded Xiang Zhan in the middle, and the folding fan in his hand flew and circled, hitting the key point of Xiang Zhan.

Xiang Zhan held a short spear in his left and right hands, and opened his bow left and right, and dazzling sparks burst out wherever the tip of the spear went.

As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be ten people in front of him, and it seemed like there was only one person.

Xiang Zhan was surrounded by the Thousand Faces Langjun, and his eyes were about to be spent. He just waved two short spears mechanically, but he didn't know which was the main body of the Thousand Faces and which was the clone of the Thousand Faces Lang Jun.

"Boy, you are still young, you are so arrogant, you will kill you!" The words of the thousand-faced Langjun floated around Xiang Zhan, like a life-chasing spell, slowly corroding Xiang Zhan's mind.

Thousand-faced Langjun stepped up the offensive in his hand, and the folding fan was like a wind blade, tearing every inch of Xiang Zhan's skin.

In just a moment, Xiang Zhan had more than a dozen cuts on his body.

The pain of the wound stimulated every nerve of Xiang Zhan, no matter how he said it, he was also the son of the Xiang clan in Jiangnan, and he usually suffered such pain and humiliation?

He exerted all his strength, shouted loudly, and flew into the sky.

Xiang Zhan was in the air, and two clouds of sand had formed under his feet. His body was full of yellow mangs, and his right toe jumped slightly, and his body churned in the air, turning his head down and feet up.

Two of his short guns were out of his hands, standing beneath him.

He stretched out his hand, his five fingers apart, and his palm rushed to the ground with a thousand faces.

A yellow wall of light formed in front of him, and two short spears stood on the edge of the wall of light, spinning incessantly, like the yin and yang lines of Tai Chi Bagua.

Xiang Zhan pushed down with force in his palm. The two short guns on the wall alone made hundreds of them in an instant, and the dense tips of the guns made people frightened.

The thousand-faced Langjun on the ground looked up, he slammed the folding fan shut, and the nine doppelgangers around him suddenly turned into nine starry pink white lights, and then returned to his body.

At this time, only the body of the thousand-faced Langjun was left on the ground.

This series of movements is gentle and gorgeous, almost like art.

Then, a smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the thousand-faced Langjun. I saw him raise his right hand, his palm soaring into the sky, and a cloud of white light surged upwards from his shoulder, and finally completely gathered in his palm.

A wall of white light took shape one meter away from the palm of the Thousand Faces Langjun, who placed a folding fan on his right arm.

In an instant, hundreds of light thorns protruded from the pure white light wall, and gradually extended upward. In the end, the light thorn was more than a meter high, densely packed, and its posture was exactly the same as the moves used in the aerial battle.

Seeing this scene, Xiang Zhan couldn't help but be surprised. Although his moves are relatively ordinary, it is really unbelievable that Thousand-faced Langjun can use the same moves as him.

In fact, what Xiang Zhan didn't know was that the most commonly used trick of Qianmian Langjun was: "Use the way of the other side, and give back to the other!"

Almost at the same moment, Xiang Zhan and Qianmian Langjun both exerted their strength at the same time, and hundreds of short spears and hundreds of light thorns were sent out together, colliding with each other in mid-air, bursting out countless streamers!

The move used by Thousand-Faced Langjun was even more powerful than Xiang Zhan's, although he learned it from Xiang Zhan.

The white spikes of light scattered the hundreds of short spears, shattering the wall of light in front of Xiang Zhan.

However, at this time, the power of those light thorns was also slightly neutralized.

Xiang Zhan hurriedly covered his head with his hands so that he was not mortally injured. Rao was like this, and the wounds on his body were added a lot.

Now Xiang Zhan, I only hope that Xiang Tong can end the battle as soon as possible so that he can help himself.

At this time, the battle between Chen Xiaomo and Xiang Tong had just begun!

Xiang Tong stood in place, vigilantly observing the surroundings. Two afterimages shuttled back and forth around him, dazzling.

The skills of the two of them are not high, but they have such a fast movement speed, which really surprised Xiang Tong. And Xiang Tong himself is a power-type cultivator, and in the face of Chen Xiaomo and Li Yanhui's speed, he has nothing to do, so he has to wait for the other party to attack first.

Suddenly, Xiang Tong's back felt cold, and the fierce true air flow stirred up pieces of dust and danced in the air.

In the vast sand, I only saw two figures, one red and one purple, rushing towards Xiang Tong!

Xiang Tong's speed is not fast, but his reaction is very sensitive. I saw him kick under his feet, and his body immediately jumped upwards more than three meters high, just dodging the attack of Momiji and Zixia Immortal.

Xiang Tong in mid-air, backflipping backwards, standing in the air. Below him are Chen Xiaomo and Li Yanhui.

At this time, Xiang Tong was already ready to attack, his arms gathered a thousand powers, and he threw two punches towards the two people below, and the two yellow fists hit Chen Xiaomo and Li Yanhui directly.

"Thousands of purples and thousands of reds!"

Li Yanhui formed a purple light shield and covered herself and Chen Xiaomo inside.

The flying Zixia Fairy Silk carries the fragrance of a lifetime, and it is more than happy in the air. With Li Yanhui's magic manipulation, the purple light shield shattered.

The agitated Zixia Immortal Aya flew into the air, like a turbulent river, almost engulfing the figure in the air.

Suddenly, a layer of yellow sand appeared in front of Xiang Tong's body. As if by magic, the yellow sand gathered more and more, accumulating thicker and thicker, and finally formed a large yellow sand sphere around Xiang Tongdi, enveloping his whole person in it.

The next moment, a purple torrent flooded the yellow sand sphere in mid-air.

As the Zixia Immortal Silk disappeared, only a little yellow sand was scattered from the air, but he didn't see half of Xiang Tong's figure.

Sure enough, Wan Zi Qianhong's attack style did not break through Xiang Tong's defense, and the yellow sand sphere was still standing firmly in midair.

Before Xiang Tong could take a breath, a red light had already appeared in front of the yellow sand sphere!

Chen Xiaomo held the red leaf in his hand, and a red wind cone had formed on the tip of the bladeless thorn, stabbing towards the thick layer of sand!

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