His pupils shrank, and he let out a low voice, "Defense!" ”

As soon as the word 'defense' came out, the phantom flashed in front of him, and there was a mist that emerged endlessly, turning into a overlapping ridge between breaths and surrounding his figure.

"Brother Shi, this is a thousand obstacles, this is the magic weapon used by the Shadowless Gate in Southern Xinjiang, be careful, don't fall for its illusion." Murong Yan exclaimed.

The thousand obstacles seem to be like mist, but they are actually forged and condensed by thousands of layers of tarantula silk, cotton silk from the Western Regions and tendons from the thousand leaves, and are also mixed with phantom spiritual plants such as night flowers, grass grass, and misty leaves, which can cause illusions in life, paralyze the mind of the gods, and can also have the effect of trapping, entanglement, and blocking the enemy.

Murong Yan quickly revealed the root of the magic weapon in front of Xiahou Chun, so that he could be mentally prepared.

Shadowless Gate, majoring in 'Storyboard Glimpse', 'Ever-changing' and 'Divine Nine Continents' and other methods of escape, under the jurisdiction of the Demon Gate, was originally a gathering place for cultivating the way of illusion, and was later integrated into a faction, attached to the Southern Xinjiang Imperial Court, and even the Southern Yan Dynasty, it was picked out by a certain elder of the Holy Mountain and hung under the name of the Holy Mountain.

At that time, the master of the gate also knew the current affairs, and that night he sent his two daughters who had not left the pavilion to the elder's cave mansion, and presented more than ten spiritual treasures, and his mountain gate was regarded as taking root in the spiritual gate.

Xiahou Chun's eyes flashed, it was made of spider silk and fine cotton, which was naturally easy to break and flammable, he sneered, the mountain gradually hovered on the side, and after a sword groan, he slashed down and slashed on the frost spear in Xiahou Chun's hand.

Snort.

Suddenly, the sparks splashed everywhere, like a fire tree and silver flowers, extremely gorgeous.

Immediately after that, a little spark dripped down and stained the thousand obstacles, but after only a burst of snorting sounds, it was instantly extinguished.

"It can't be burned," Xiahou Chun frowned, his heart sinking slightly.

Tianxin came back to his senses, and after thinking about it for a while, he twisted his eyebrows lightly, and said to Murong Yan: "Although the Thousand Heavy Barriers are made of spider silk and fine cotton, in addition to the Nether Stone Powder, that refiner is probably also adding ice attribute materials, which can reduce its flammability. ”

"Instead of spending time on igniting this magic weapon, it is better to think of another way."

Murong Yan pondered, seeing that Yang Weijun, who was almost wrapped in a dumpling, was about to get out of trouble, and said, "What can you do?" It has to be done as soon as possible, I'm afraid my brother won't last long. ”

The corners of Tianxin's mouth curled, glanced at her, and said lightly: "Don't you have a magic weapon of white brocade, let him wrap that Yang Weijun with this treasure." ”

Murong Yanxing's eyes lit up, yes, why didn't she think of it.

Immediately patted the embroidered bag on his waist, and a white horse escaped and went straight to Xiahou Chun.

"Brother Shi, quickly seal him with this thing!" There was the sound of Murong Yan in his ears.

Xiahou Chun's spirits perked up, "Okay! ”

He caught Bai Jin, resisted the wind, and was about to wrap the thousand obstacles.

Yang Weijun on the other side laughed, "Qian donkey skills are poor." ”

Before the words fell, the big palm that grabbed the frost spear suddenly pushed.

At the same time, the 'Thousand Obstacles' automatically broke through a hole, and with the help of thrust, the Frost Sky Spear quickly reversed, and it actually pierced Xiahou Chun's internal abdomen at a high speed.

Xiahou Chun's eyes lit up, and he smiled loudly, "Yang Zhenren, eat me again!" ”

In Yang Weijun's pupils shrank, Xiahou Chun held a bow, set up arrows, and sent strings.

Woooooooo

But it was three arrows at once.

The feather arrow made a hollow bamboo sound, and at a rapid speed of breaking through the air, it drilled through the crack of a thousand obstacles and plunged directly into Yang Weijun's left heart.

The sound of the arrow arrived instantly, and Yang Weijun secretly ridiculed, a thousand obstacles are the best magic weapons, and how can they be broken by a mere feather arrow.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought appeared, a warning sign appeared in his heart, his expression changed slightly, and he raised his long sleeves without hesitation, and mana appeared, overflowing on the surface of his body, turning into layers of mana barriers.

Oh, oh!!

The three ringing arrows exploded in an instant, and the mist of a thousand obstacles was directly exploded into blooming flowers, torn apart, and completely scrapped.

The smoke and dust dispersed, the phantom fog was shrouded, and Yang Weijun was also hit, and there was a trace of trance in his eyes.

Xiahou Chun snorted, taking advantage of his illness to kill him, he flicked his robe, Nan Kejian fled directly and hidden, and when he resurfaced, he was already outside a thousand obstacles.

With a whoosh, Nan Kejian burrowed into the broken thousand-fold barrier, followed the messy qi machine, and poked along a cracked wound.

Burst!

The sword body suddenly pierced through the abdomen, bringing up bursts of blood and sprinkling the sky.

The severe pain made Yang Weijun wake up instantly, he snorted and lowered his head suddenly.

I saw that there was a hideous opening in the abdomen, and the blood was gurgling, which was quite miserable.

With a muffled snort, he used his mana to quickly tap the acupuncture points, seal the wound, and stop the blood flow.

Yang Weijun frowned, as if he was displeased, not only because he was caught off guard and was successfully attacked by him, but also because he was negligent.

He half sighed and half appreciated: "Yes, since I entered the Tao, there are very few people who can hurt me so far. ”

Xiahou Chun laughed, "Since that's the case, you might as well come a few more times." ”

Yang Weijun raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face gradually converged, and he bowed his head slightly: "As you wish!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his robe, rolled up the broken thousand obstacles, shook away the fragments of feather arrows scattered around him, and suddenly jumped forward.

With the invincible momentum of killing everything, as well as the speed that was unattainable in the Qingdan Realm, he brazenly collided towards Xiahou Chun.

He felt that his eyes were flushed, but before he could react, his body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and his body flew out upside down like a kite with broken wings, and he spat out several mouthfuls without money.

Yang Weijun followed closely, and with a big hand, he clenched the frost heavenly spear, and the mana poured into it like a vast ocean, and the body of the spear buzzed and shone brightly.

He snorted, his hair erupted, and he spat out a word: "Go!" ”

The spears were mighty and radiant, reflecting the entire Jinju Fortress.

The body of the gun with a rolling sound, like a carriage carrying a weight of ten thousand pounds, driving a tall four thousand pounds of lead wheels, speeding over the void blue sky, leaving a deep wheel mark in the air, and squeaking the space, like an overwhelmed bed board, breaking imminently.

Tianxin jumped forward, and the Tianxin Order, which had already been ready to go, swooped out, and the token suddenly swelled, turning into the size of a zhang, like a mountain falling from the sky, between the frost heavenly spear and Xiahou Chun.

At the same time, Bai Lian's 'White Brocade', which returned to Murong Yan's hands, spread out, like wings hanging from the sky, blocking the path of the Frost Sky Spear.

It was as if the sky was falling, blocking its progress.

However, all this was in vain, and Yang Weijun, who was at the helm of the Frost Sky Spear, chuckled, "The pearl of rice grains, dare to shine brightly?" ”

When the words fell, his momentum soared, and the tip of the frost sky spear became more and more sharp, like a sharp sword, and instantly split the vertical wing canopy, tearing open a ten-zhang long broken hole.

Murong Yan's face was pale, bloodless, and after a muffled snort, his figure fell.

Immediately afterwards, the frost heavenly spear went unabated, and under Murong Yan's exclamation and Tianxin's face was frosty, it blatantly smashed through the true form of the mountain that the 'Tianxin Order' had turned into, and there was a loud bang.

It was as if the earth shook the mountains, the sea of clouds churned, the city of Jinju shook and shook, countless people hugged their heads and screamed wildly, and the people in the city were frightened and panicked.

They looked up blankly, only to see that the mountain crumbled inch by inch, turned into starlight, and finally fell into a token in the hands of a cold-faced fairy.

She screamed, her breath plummeted, and Tianxin Ling suffered an unprecedented blow, almost slumping, as if she was in danger of falling down.

At the same time, the shock wave swayed, with the Song Mansion as the center, hundreds of pavilion houses seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure, and after letting out a wailing sound, they collapsed.

At this time, the power of the Frost Sky Spear was still undiminished.

At this moment, even Murong Yan, Tianxin and others were in despair.

The power of real people is terrifying.

In an instant, the Frost Sky Spear reached Xiahou Chun's body a hundred feet in front of him.

acted sharply, and Xiahou Chun was in danger.

At this time, a monk emerged, clasped his hands together, waved towards Yang Weijun, and said with a smile: "Yang Zhenren, this road is not passable." ”

Yang Weijun's face was expressionless, and he raised his hand slightly, and the frost spear rushed into the sky.

As soon as his eyes were raised, his flamboyant attitude was self-evident, and between his eyebrows, there was a heroic and aura that looked at the heroes of the world.

He shouted angrily, and his voice was like thunder rolling in the sky, just like a thunderbolt, which shook all directions: "Whoever stands in my way, die!! ”

The spear roared, and under the unbearable direct gaze of Tianxin and others, the cicada also flew upside down, coughing up blood dozens of feet away.

So far, there is no one to stand in the way between Xiahou Chun and Yang Weijun.

In the courtyard, the burly middle-aged man frowned, "It's almost." ”

Song Xi's cloudy gaze swept over a fine light, "Wait!" ”

Wei Boyu on his side was already dumbfounded, he looked at the figures above the sky, his eyes were complicated, and he had mixed tastes.

Especially the handsome young man, the exaggerated, casual and arrogant aura on his body has completely disappeared, leaving only the decisiveness and ruthlessness tempered from the fierce battles in the rivers and lakes.

Of course, even he had to admit that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince now seemed to have a hint of otherworldliness.

He's already from the mountains.

His eyes gradually brightened, and there was a high-spirited aura on his body, perhaps even he didn't realize that there was a different aura quietly born in him.

With this breath, even the burly middle-aged man and Song Xi couldn't help but look sideways, and after glancing at each other, they nodded secretly.

This son finally understood.

But what was he doing when Murong Yan, Tianxin and the others helped Xiahou Chun stop the enemy?

Is he lying flat?

No, he's cultivating himself.

Or rather, sword training.

First 'recuperate', and then accumulate 'power of divine consciousness'.

On paper, it is shallow in the end, and it is necessary to be aware of it.

No matter how thoroughly I studied the Flying Sword Mental Method in my heart, it was not as good as a real sword flight.

As the saying goes, there is a great terror between life and death.

Today, Xiahou Chun wants to use the life and death crisis of being hammered by a real person to force himself to refine the way of flying swords.

Success, since then into the threshold of the way of flying swords.

failed, and was cut off by Yang Weijun.

I saw him exhaling lightly, his eyes were clear and calm, and his face was calm.

He held the Demon Source in his hand, and with one move, the 'Zigui Sword' in the swordsman's hand jumped lightly and fell into his hand.

A sword groan.

The mountain gradually turns green and trembles, and the blue sky turns into more than 100 silhouettes, or horizontally cut upside down, or straight stabs hang down, or sharp bursts, trembling endlessly.

Nan Ke's sword vibrated silently, causing ripples, like an invisible sword stirring the water, and the circle ripples spread gently outward.

He kept repeating the mental method taught by the middle-aged swordsman in his mind, and after a few days, he intuitively pondered the mental method, and then began to contact those core techniques:

Touch it with your will, refine your spirit into the sword, and melt your mind; If you move, the sword will reach, and if the sword spirit is born, the flying sword will become a success.

His eyes burned, and his tense mind carefully controlled the mountain that was floating at his side.

With a slight touch, the blade of the sword seemed to be elastic, and it bounced his divine will away.

He persevered, and so on, and was finally accepted by him.

Then, the divine consciousness gradually covered the mountains and became green, starting with the sword, then spreading to the hilt, then jumping over the sword spike, and jumping to the sword body.

As soon as his consciousness was raised, a burning and stinging sensation surged into his heart.

The pain made him grin and weep bitterly.

Gritting his teeth, his heart jumped violently.

Whoa.

A hot feeling entered the heart, and the boundless evil qi on the sword body was like rolling magma, burning the wisp of the mind completely, turning into a misty cloud of smoke and disappearing without a trace.

He snorted, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, his forehead was sweating profusely, his eyes were in a trance, and his figure was Yaoyao Throne.

With two fingers together, he tapped his temples lightly, like a dragon bell and a loud buzzing sound.

Zhihai trembled, the corners of his mouth began to foam, and some muscles in his body twitched.

His teeth clenched, and after letting out a beastly roar, his fingers snapped and tugged hard.

He was once again able to separate a divine sense.

With a flick of his fingers, his divine sense fell on the sword, and the corners of his mouth hissed.

His face showed a hot and painful look, and he spat out a word: "Melt!" ”

The divine consciousness was integrated into the magic sword, like a brittle forehead smashing bricks and stones, hitting the head and bleeding, and the head was dizzy.

His eyes began to glow, and the world began to turn upside down, and he had a splitting headache and almost hit a wall to soothe it.

But after he slapped himself three times, his eyes gradually cleared up a little, and his trembling fingers were far away.

The miserable white pursed lips opened lightly and squirmed: "Enter!" ”

Bang on the ground.

Such as piercing the film.

It seems to have penetrated a thick wall.

It broke the barrier.

His divine sense broke into the mountains and blended in.

Suddenly, a different kind of joy came to my heart, as cheerful as a fish swimming in water, and as happy as an eagle spreading its wings.

His gaze gradually calmed down, and with a slight glance, Nan Kejian came into view.

The shadow of severe pain resurfaced in his heart, and he was a little stunned, but after gritting his teeth, a trace of persistence appeared in his eyes, and he insisted on himself.

If you don't go crazy, you can't live, and if you want to complete the journey that others have walked in years or even decades in just a few days, how can you do it without paying a price.

There is determination and perseverance in his eyes, either he doesn't do it, or he does his best.

There was a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, and he actually directly clenched his fist and slammed it towards the Divine Court Acupoint.

The sea of the mind set off a storm and waves in an instant, and the waves were turbulent, and the waves were monstrous.

If someone knows the sea in him, he will find that a big hand sticks out from the sky, pulls the sea in half, and then retreats with lightning speed, for fear that it will escape.

While you're not paying attention, take a wisp of distraction out.

As soon as the big hand left, Xiahou Chun's seven orifices began to bleed, like ink soul blood.

At the same time, he let out a terrible hissing roar.

It was as if he had suffered the harshest and most vicious screams in the world.

Even Yang Weijun and the others in the battle subconsciously looked sideways.

The middle-aged swordsman was moved, and his eyes were complicated.

This son is really ruthless to himself.

He couldn't help but wonder if it was a blessing or a curse to let such a ruthless person control that sword.

Armed with a sharp weapon, the murderous intent arises, not to mention that it is a peerless murder weapon.

It's all early, whether you can get it or not, you can say it, what do you do.

But it was said that after Xiahou Chun deducted a wisp of split soul, he pressed it on Nanke's sword without hesitation.

Buzz!

Nan Ke's sword is like a spirit, and it actually gives birth to the intention of resistance.

Xiahou Chun's eyes were red, and he roared: "Rong! ”

The power of Pei Ran's divine consciousness covered it with all its might, and it instantly suppressed all the resistance of Nan Ke Sword.

The sneer resumed.

The familiar hot pain struck again, but these Xiahou Chun no longer wailed, and there was a hint of a smile on his face.

At this time, Yang Weijun had just broken through the barriers and killed in front of Xiahou Chun.

His eagle eyes full of vicissitudes narrowed, and he said to himself: "The way of the flying sword of the Sword Gate? ”

He looked at him playfully, and said in a rambling voice: "Ordinary people learn this way of flying swords, the short ones take a few years, and the elders take decades to achieve success, but I don't know what is so strange about your 'flying sword' that has been studying for several days?" ”

Xiahou Chun turned a deaf ear, his eyes were initially dim and faint, and there was fine sweat on his forehead.

It seems that the fusion of Nan Kejian is not smooth, and it is even a little difficult.

Because of Nan Kejian's resistance, because of the gradual weakening of Xiahou Chun's divine sense, and because of his strong plummet, he was rejected by Nan Kejian.

Only the strong are qualified to be its true masters!

Xiahou Chun at this moment seems to be a little unworthy?

After several times of disobedience, Xiahou Chun was also angry.

It was the other way around, his eyes were cold, and his left hand remotely controlled the mountain and slashed towards Nan Kejian.

Nan Kejian's trills froze, and his resistance gradually weakened, as if he was aggrieved.

Xiahou Chun snorted lightly, and his divine sense was poured in again, and he broke through directly.

It's like a river pouring for thousands of miles, irrigating Nan Kejian's whole body.

Then he concocted the same method, and his divine sense instantly enveloped Zigui.

The blade of the sword swayed, as if a human figure was floating, intending to struggle out.

Xiahou Chun turned a deaf ear, and with a movement of his fingertips, Nan Ke Jian and the mountain leaped up and slashed towards Huo Ran, a certain prescription position of Zigui Sword.

Suddenly, a terrible scream rang out.

At the same time, in the Jin Palace, at the edge of the window of the study, Xiahou Rong's face suddenly changed greatly, and his face turned pale.

Then he was furious, raised his head suddenly, stared at the direction of the Song Mansion, and was silent for a long time.

Xiahou Mo, whose breath was weak on his side, his face changed wildly: "Dad! ”

Xiahou Rong raised his hand to stop him from speaking.

After a long time, he raised his deep gaze, and almost gritted his teeth and whispered: "This son, it's about to become a climate." ”

Xiahou Mo looked incredulous and was about to refute, but his lips squirmed, and he looked at his bandaged fingers, and the corners of his eyes were gloomy and resentful.

"Xiahou Chun, yesterday's humiliation, I will pay it back tenfold in the coming day!"

.............

Song House.

Xiahou Chun raised his hand and made a move, the three swords trembled in unison, and the sword groaned continuously, as if he was inviting pets to sell his behave and please the new master.

If it is said that in the past, the mountain gradually green and Nan Kejian were just guests living in him, then after today, he will be their real master.

His heart was relieved, a hint of joy appeared between his eyebrows, and he muttered to himself: "From today onwards, you can really be regarded as my natal magic sword." ”

The one who is destined to die is killed by the sword, and the sword is injured and injured.

One is prosperous, and one is lost.

"Okay?"

An abrupt voice rang out.

Xiahou Chun raised his eyes, and saw Yang Weijun looking at her with a smile, there seemed to be a cat and mouse banter in his eyes, and there were also real people looking down and looking down.

It seems that Ren Er has three heads and six arms or seventy-two changes, and he can't turn over the palm of his hand.

Xiahou Chun shook his shirt lightly, the sweat stains dried instantly, and the cold wind blew on his face, blowing away the heat and madness of his talents, leaving only calmness and calmness.

He smiled slightly, "Come, please come and find death!" ”

Heaven and earth were silent for a moment.

Tianxin was cold, Murong Yan was helpless, how could the world brother be rampant when he was proud.

The cicada rolled his eyes and was about to purse his mouth, but suddenly his face changed slightly, and he looked solemn, and began to look at his nose and nose.

Yang Weijun didn't care either, with a flick of his long sleeves, the frosty sky gun trembled, and broke through the air again.

This time, there was no more hands.

I saw that where the gun passed, the thunder was rolling, as if the mountains and seas were overwhelmed, and the mountains and rivers were tilting.

Xiahou Chun's eyes were solemn, as if he was in a point of general's platform, his eyes were on the mountains and Nan Kejian's body one by one, and his bowstring was full again, like a full moon, and the strings were buzzing, like the sound of a sharp dwarf.

The three swords trembled at first, and then levitated in front of them, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yang Weijun behind the frost heavenly spear.

His eyes were cold, and the black hair of the ink hairpin was tightly bundled, floating in the air, flying wantonly, and loosening his fingers.

The bowstrings sounded.

The three flying swords turned into three streamers, rotating and interacting in the air, flying up and down, changing the formation with great spirituality, and in the blink of an eye, they came to Yang Weijun.

Yang Weijun's eyes were blank and he was silent.

It wasn't until these three swords were about to pass by the Frost Sky Spear that he stared at him and said angrily: "Burst!" ”

In an instant, the qi of heaven and earth was condensed.

A real person can already control the heaven and earth qi machine.

But Xiahou Chun's eyes flashed, and he pointed at it from afar, "Break!" ”

The three swords crossed each other with divine help, surrounded the side of the frost spear, and slashed together.

In the dark, it collapsed.

It was as if a bowstring had been severed, and it was like an invisible implication being severed.

The frost spear was relieved, and with a swish, it was summoned to the side by Xiahou Chun.

And Nan Ke Sword, Shan Wanqing and Zigui Sword were castrated, and they instantly killed in front of Yang Weijun.

Feng Shui takes turns, and it comes to my house at this moment.

At this moment, the offensive and defensive forces are changing.

It was his turn to make a move.

Suddenly, the killing machine overflowed, and the sword aura was pressing.