The sky above the wasteland is surging, and all kinds of exercises compete with each other, and the sky is full of light, which can even cover the original hue of the blue sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although the Chixiamen monks in the air were inferior to the ten elders of the Yanwutang in terms of cultivation, they used the secret method, coupled with the advantage of numbers, they were able to fight with the ten elders of the Yanwutang.

Cabernet Sword Formation!

Countless Chixiamen monks clenched their swords in their hands, and their mouths were full of words. Suddenly, the clouds and mist of the Nine Heavens formed a huge whirlpool, and in the center of the whirlpool, the projection of a Chixia Divine Sword pierced down from above, and that thorn shone down like a miracle descending on the earth.

This was the second time Qin Yun had seen the Chixia Sword Formation, but compared to the last time dozens of Chixia Sect monks urged him, the Chixia Divine Sword that was called out now was not of the same level at all. Seeing the Chixia Divine Sword that gradually appeared from the sky, the sword body was as red as blood, and a single refracted sword light was enough to split the person into two halves.

Seeing the red sword swept down again, the Great Elder hurriedly picked up the bronze ancient bell in his hand and threw it towards the sword. His eyes were upside down, and the Dao sound in his mouth sounded loudly, and he knew that the cultivation of the Nine Heavens was unreserved.

He had to block this sword to avoid heavy losses to the 800,000 Qin army below.

The bronze ancient bell was urged by the Great Elder, and its volume suddenly increased, like a Qiong Mountain. The quaint bronze ancient bell is as restrained as a rock.

The sword of the Chixia Divine Sword collided with the bronze ancient bell, and in an instant, an extremely deep and long roaring sound resounded throughout the wasteland, and its sound was so powerful that it could drown out the millions of shouts of killing below.

The sword left a white mark on the bronze ancient bell, and behind the sword was a projection of the real Cabernet Divine Sword.

The Great Elder soared up to the clouds, and a clear roar came out of his mouth. The mysterious totem carved on the bronze bell suddenly appeared, showing the meaning of holiness and sublimity.

"I'll deal with the Chixia Divine Sword Projection, and I'll leave the rest to you!" the Great Elder said solemnly. This Chixia Divine Sword is the sword of the Chu State, and its power is boundless. Even in the Nine Heavens of Knowing His Fate, he didn't dare to despise it, and he had to deal with it with all his might.

The second elder controlled the frost and fire in his hands, and he was also fighting with the monks of the Chixia Sect. If he faced these Chixia Sect monks alone in normal times, the Second Elder was confident that even if the opponent was an enemy who knew his fate, he would be able to turn over and destroy him. But at this time, these Chixiamen monks didn't know what to use not to pass on the secret method. Gather the strength of all in one place and fight against yourself.

I saw that his eyebrows frowned slightly, and the fire and frost in his hands merged together, giving birth to a white flame.

Chaos Flame!

This chaotic flame says it's fire but it's as cold as ice, it says it's ice but it's blazing. With the flick of the second elder's fingers, the white flames shot towards the numerous Chixia Sect monks,

The second elder made a handprint and reprimanded, "Open!"

In the midst of his thoughts, a cold flame bloomed into a flower in front of the monks of the Chixia Gate, and the petals flew like a phoenix falling to the ground.

The cultivation of the Chixia Sect monk is not as good as that of the second elder, how dare he bear the power of this impatiens alone. The long swords in their hands flew out one after another, trying to cut the petals of the impatiens.

One sword is not good, two swords are not good, but the Chixiamen monk still has a third or even a fourth sword to make up for it. After I don't know how many swords were blown up, the remaining long swords finally couldn't be stopped, and stabbed towards the second elder, trying to pierce her heart with ten thousand swords!

Chill Wall!

In the face of the counterattack of ten thousand swords, the second elder's eyes froze, and his hands were wide open. The air in front of her instantly froze, forming a barrier created by frost. I saw that the long sword was inserted into the barrier, and a cold aura followed the sword body and froze it in this wall of cold light.

But when the long sword inside accumulated more and more, the cold light wall could not bear it, and was pierced by the later long sword.

The second elder stepped on the fire cloud in the air, and once again pondered how to clean up these mosquito-like Chixia Sect monks.

And the situation of the rest of the elders was mostly like this, if they were fighting alone, none of the Chixia Sect monks present were their opponents. But now that everyone is on the battlefield, each of them has to deal with hundreds of monks, and this quantitative superposition has developed from quantitative to qualitative. Unless one of the Ten Elders can break through to become a king, he can ignore his number, but it is not an easy task to become a king.

Looking at Qin Yun again, he was also fighting under the siege of the Chixia Sect monks, and the giant sword in his hand didn't know how many long swords he had taken over.

Among them, there are Chixiamen monks who continue to fall in his hands, but compared to the total number, these fallen monks are not worth mentioning at all.

Just when the battle between the two sides was at a fever pitch, an arrow suddenly shot at him in front of Qin Yun. Seeing this, Qin Yun's pupils constricted, thinking back to the arrow that injured him that day, where did he dare to take it hard. The body flipped backwards in the air, just in time to avoid the deadly cold arrow.

Through behind the Chixia Sect monk, Qin Yun saw the figure of the black-robed man standing on the Emperor North Pass, as well as a point of light reflected by silver metal.

One arrow is not finished and another arrow!

The sharp arrow shot out from the Emperor North Pass, entered the air and passed behind the monk of the Chixia Sect, and then shot towards Qin Yun's face gate.

I only heard a whoosh, and the sharp arrow grazed through Qin Yun's front door. He didn't have time to dodge, and the arrow didn't miss.

A thin line of blood appeared on Qin Yun's face, he felt the subtle tingling sensation, and sneered in his mouth: "Interesting!"

The arrow just now was not to take Qin Yun's life, but to provoke him.

Just as Qin Yun was staring at the Emperor North Pass, the silver light of the arrow on that side appeared again.

The third arrow is just around the corner!

The place where this third arrow was aimed was Qin Yun's shoulder, and the same sharp arrow pierced his clothes. The black-robed man seemed to want to tell Qin Yun through the bow and arrow in his hand.

"Your life is in my hands!"

"My life is up to me, not to the sky!, and even more so to you!" Qin Yun said in his heart, how could his Dao stop here even if it was immortal.

Qin Yun's body was covered by a glass-colored light curtain, and he said coldly, "You all give me some death!"

Among the many Chixiamen monks, the most dangerous was the black-robed one on the Emperor North Pass.

"You think we're going to let you go!" a Chixia Sect monk said to Qin Yun with a playful face. The archers are not good at close combat, how can they let Qin Yun get close to the body of the black-robed person.

"Don't get out of the way, right?!" Qin Yun's face was like frost, and he entered the cultivation state in front of everyone.

"If you want to break through, you want to go crazy!" the Chixia Sect monk sneered, although they didn't know how to describe Qin Yun's realm, but what he was showing at this time was indeed to incorporate the weather aura into his body's cultivation state.

"Kid, what do you want to do?!" the Great Elder who was fighting against the Chixia Divine Sword sensed Qin Yun's unusual movement and asked urgently. The success rate of forcibly breaking through in the battle is less than 1 in 10,000, how can it be such a child's play.

At this time, the endless aura in the heavens and the earth poured into Qin Yun's meridians, and the light that covered him with glass also faded from his body and concentrated on the two fingers of his left hand.

Qin Yun pinched his sword finger in his hand and pointed it at the sky! A glass-colored astonishment suddenly shot upward, submerging into the clouds, as if he could poke a hole in the sky.

(To be continued.) )