A series of questions couldn't help but emerge from the minds of the weak scholar and the middle-aged cultivator, "Who is he? How did he get here? When did he get here?"

However, these questions were immediately left behind by everyone, and their eyes were fixed on the cyan haze in Jun Qinghan's hand, flashing with a little starlight mist, "That's the heavenly clothes against the dust!"

The middle-aged man who cultivated the formation looked at Jun Qinghan's eyes suddenly became cold and gloomy, "This person has avoided everyone's sight, and has already obtained the heavenly clothes and dust, the original weak scholar has gone crazy, and his life is not long, under the attack of the weak scholar and his own formation, Yan Nangui and Yu Zhan Ge will become seriously injured even if they are not dead, and Bai Xiaopang will stay in his phantom array forever." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Middle-aged in the cultivation formation, he sighed, "What I have been trying to grab for a long time and has nothing to be missed, I was preempted by others", and my heart suddenly overflowed with resentment.

When the formation was about to be pulled, the wind wall and wind blade disappeared, Bai Xiaopang also woke up at the same time, and there was a trace of friendliness in the indifferent eyes of the middle-aged man who cultivated the formation, and glanced at everyone present one by one, the meaning was obvious, "Now that the enemy is present, we should put aside our personal grudges and kill this young man who has won the heavenly clothes and the dust."

Several people in the field showed a smile of disdain at the same time, the speed at which this person's face changed was really extraordinary, and he had to kill everyone before, but he was openly flirting in the main hall.

Bai Xiaopang looked horrified, and looked at the middle-aged cultivator not far away in confusion, "Didn't I kill this person?"

Looking at the eyes of the middle-aged cultivators, although everyone disdained it, they did not object to his proposal, but the weak scholar snorted coldly, and glanced at the middle-aged cultivators with contempt, he now only has hatred in his heart, and he has already given up the snatching of the heavenly clothes and dust, his arteries were pierced by Yan Ling, as long as the madness of his body is over, the wound will inevitably collapse, and he will eventually have to die.

Therefore, he only has half an hour, and after half an hour, the effect of madness will disappear, even if he wins the heavenly clothes and the dust, what is the use?

Now, his top priority is to avenge himself and kill Yan Nangui, disdainful of the proposal of the middle-aged man to repair the formation, and his steps are booming, and he is stepping towards Yan Nangui.

Yan Nangui's body jumped out of the attack range of the weak scholar, but his eyes looked coldly at the middle-aged cultivator, and a meaning was conveyed in his eyes, "If you want to cooperate, you can also help me solve the trouble in front of me first."

Xiuzhen's middle-aged brows furrowed, his eyes scanned back and forth on everyone's faces, and he kept weighing in his heart, "If you don't solve the trouble of Yan Nangui, then your opponents are likely to range from two to four, if you solve the trouble of Yan Nangui, then the three of them will end up with Jun Qinghan together, and in the end there will only be three enemies."

The middle-aged eyes of the cultivator locked on the weak scholar, "The key depends on the behavior of the weak scholar, if he accidentally and Yan Nangui were on the way to fight, he was led by Yan Nangui, then he was facing four enemies, and his strong attack power of the weak Chinese scholar was enough to break his formation with the brute force of three punches."

A hint of decision immediately flashed in his heart, "Kill the weak scholar!"

Immediately, the middle-aged man in the cultivation formation stretched out his palms, and the gloomy wind suddenly restrained the weak scholar's feet, and at the same time, the sharp wind blade attacked towards the weak scholar's weak body.

"Hmph! Just because you're a little cultivator, you want to shake me too? Are you fanning me again?" Seeing that the middle-aged cultivator of the formation attacked him without warning, a trace of anger suddenly flashed on his face, and he looked at the middle-aged cultivator coldly.

"Do you know why your throat was inserted into Yanling? It's because you're too conceited, it's your empty eyes that make you forget that there are people outside the sky, and there are people outside the world", the middle-aged man who cultivated the formation said without showing weakness, at this time, the formation in the hall became more aggressive, the wind blade was like a knife, and one by one it cut at the neck of the weak scholar, and each knife fell exactly in the same place.

Every attack did not fall behind the attack of the peak of the Blue Banner in the slightest, and Yu Zhan Ge was a little surprised now, he really deserved to be a cultivator, and he actually helped his strength so much.

"Then I'll kill you first, even if I have nothing to do, I can put you to death", the weak scholar suddenly said loudly and wildly, and as he spoke, he roared towards the middle-aged man who cultivated the formation.

Xiuzhen's middle-aged face immediately froze, he never thought that the weak scholar would give up the pursuit of Yan Nangui so easily, and instead attacked him, when the middle-aged Xiu Zhen looked at Yan Nangui again, he found that he was very leisurely, and he didn't mean to help at all, so he was immediately angry, staring at Yan Nangui and secretly said resentfully: "When I win the heavenly clothes and the dust, and then I will clean you up well, it will make you miserable!"

When he looked at the giant palm that came from the split, he smiled contemptuously, "A fool will collide with brute force", the middle-aged man who cultivated the formation immediately jumped away, and a bag of jade bi swayed out boldly, and dozens of formations were just a few breaths staggered formation, trapping the weak scholar in it.

The weak man in the formation, seeing Yan Nangui and the weak scholar being ravaged at his feet, couldn't help but feel a flutter, and let out a wild laugh, "Even if you are young masters and cultivators, what if you are not the same as prostrate at my feet, humble and reluctant."

Jun Qinghan looked at the weak scholar in the formation, laughed wildly for no reason, frowned slightly, and his eyes were blood-red, stabbing towards the phantom array laid by the middle-aged cultivator.

Cloud Demon Pupil, the nemesis of the phantom array, is not constrained by any strength and disparity.

The middle-aged man who cultivated the formation watched his phantom array being broken by two blood lights, and with a swing of his head, he looked at Jun Qinghan with resentment, and his heart was filled with monstrous killing intent.

As soon as the phantom array broke, the weak scholar immediately came to his senses, and looked at the middle-aged cultivator angrily, his body fluctuated and trembled, spitting out a mouthful of blood......

Seeing that the momentum of the weak scholar increased, and the middle-aged man who cultivated the formation was not angry but happy, the weak scholar could only strengthen his injury and let him die a quarter of an hour early, and his body was suddenly like the morning breeze, just like before the return of the wild goose to the south, dodging the bombardment of the weak scholar, as long as a quarter of an hour passed, the weak scholar did not need him to make a move, he would look up to the sky and wail, fall to the ground and die.

Jun Qinghan looked at the situation in the field, his brows furrowed, and his eyes suddenly closed slowly......

In the field, the middle-aged man who cultivated the formation was setting up the formation, running away and jumping, constantly dodging, and since the weak scholar spit out the essence blood, the momentum became even more violent, and a punch and kick could collapse a formation at will.

In the field, Yu Zhan Ge's expression was slight, his steps were staggered, and his body was as tense as a bow!

Suddenly, Jun Qinghan's eyes opened, two shocking blood lights flashed, his palms were raised flat, his palms were downward, and he suddenly stretched out in both directions, and his thin lips were cold:

- Kill!

The hall was suddenly filled with shocking blood, which made the fleeing cultivator feel cold on his back, "What a strong murderous aura, what kind of formation is this?"

I saw Jun Qinghan's hands waving in both directions at the same time, dozens of jade bi from the palm of his hand like sharp arrows, shooting to every corner of the main hall, the middle-aged footsteps of the cultivation formation trembled slightly, and the cold hairs all over his body suddenly rose, only feeling as if he was floating in a sea of blood, and couldn't help but sigh, "This is the real killing array!"

Jun Qinghan's face was cold and stiff, looking at the middle-aged cultivator, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he waved his palms:

"Enlightenment!"

Suddenly, three arrays in the main hall were superimposed, running wildly!

Buckle Pulse Array!

Septic Array!

The third trick of the Nine Tricks of Buckling the Sky - Killing Array!

The murderous aura is like the plain when the earthquake cracks, and it gradually rises to become the peak of ten thousand skyscrapers.

Yan Nangui's eyes suddenly changed when he looked at Jun Qinghan, although this formation is still difficult to hurt the middle-aged cultivator who is quite at the peak of the Blue Flag, but this murderous aura, condensed in millions of unjust souls, comes from the resentment of Jun Qinghan's soul!

"Hmph, no matter how powerful this formation is, but you, but you only have a section of the yellow flag, how did you hurt me", the middle-aged man who cultivated the formation suddenly said with some anger, his body still bounced from time to time, as soon as the formation of Zijun Qinghan came out, his formation was shattered here, and the suppression of the level was so strong!

Yu Zhange, who had been gathering momentum for a long time, turned indifferent, and coldly sneered and spit out a few words: "He can't kill you, but what about me?"

After speaking, the body like a bow spread, like a thunderbolt arrow, towards the middle-aged cultivator, bombarded and killed...... (To be continued.) )