The nine flying swords arrived in front of the old man in an instant, the pressure brought to him by the flying sword was quite large, and there was a very dangerous feeling, which surprised him, his right hand slapped on the storage bag, and another spirit sword was in his hand, and the spiritual power shield of his whole body was wide open, protecting the whole body, and then his body dodged, and at the same time, the spirit sword in his right hand dialed the nine flying swords, ding ding! The first wave of attacks was difficult for him to survive.

It's a fact that he dodged, but the old man's brows were also tightly locked, the attack route of this flying sword was a little weird, that is to say, nine flying swords and nine attack lines, so he was in a hurry, it stands to reason that the cultivator of the Yellow Realm, the divine consciousness has just been generated, it is impossible to control so many flying swords, this white-haired boy has brought him too much pressure, he regrets it a little, regrets the shot, but, the matter has come to this, it is useless to say anything else.

Thinking of this, the old man reached out and took out a shield in the storage bag, injected spiritual power, and protected it in front of him.

Wei Jian's attack continued, he clicked his hand, and the nine flying swords roared around the old man again, the howling sound was definitely a kind of deterrence, a distraction method, Wei Jian intended to do this, he wanted to interfere with the old man's mind, at the same time, he put his hands together, his palms twisted, there was only a time to breathe, and a two-pole fire dragon explosion completed the compression, Wei Jian's mouth read: Go!

The old man still didn't care about the fire dragon explosion, how much attack power does a kid in the Yellow Realm have? But this flying sword, it's really terrible! He sighed secretly, and then injected spiritual power into his left hand, and the shield grew wildly, and then he faced Wei Jian's old fire dragon explosion, poof! The sound was not loud, the fire dragon burst open, and a scorching flame burst in front of the old man, and the old man felt that his hand holding the shield seemed to be holding a red-hot iron rod, ah! The old man raised his hand and threw the shield to the ground, and then looked at his palm, a red burn!

At this moment, there was surprise and fear in the old man's eyes, what he didn't expect was a cultivator of the Yellow Realm, there were so many attack methods, so domineering and strong, if he was not careful, he might fall to the ground.

There was no time to sigh, the nine flying swords had already attacked his side, the old man desperately dodged, and also picked up a spirit sword in his left hand, and the double swords resisted the attack of the flying sword, only the sound of ding ding and dingling was heard, the flying sword flew up and down in the air, and the old man's figure was like a flea, jumping and jumping, but he couldn't escape Wei Jian's Xuanyi Sword Formation!

The method of controlling the flying sword was seized from the sharp-headed cultivator who killed the Parhadi family, the name of the exercise is Xuanyi Sword Formation, the sharp-headed divine sense is weak, and he can only control three flying swords, Wei Jian's divine sense is strong, and he can control nine flying swords, hehe, because he only has nine flying swords at the moment, if there are more in the future, he may control more, of course, his divine sense must be strong enough to wake up.

It is worth mentioning that this Xuanyi Sword Formation is very exquisite, according to the introduction of the exercises: if the caster's divine sense is strong enough, the cultivator can ninety-nine eighty-one flying swords, just imagine, eighty-one flying swords, from different angles, arbitrarily attacking a person, then how can it be defended?

The corners of Wei Jian's mouth were slightly upturned, he put his hands together, and once again condensed a fire dragon explosion, this is a three-pole, the power is naturally twice as great as the previous one, Wei Jian's eyes stared at the old man, at this moment he increased the intensity of dialing, three flying swords were knocked out by him for a hundred meters, Wei Jian frowned, because he felt that when the flying sword was a hundred meters away, his overcontrol was not flexible, not that it could not be controlled, but in terms of speed and strength, it was obviously much worse, which showed that he was still a little worse in cultivation, if he could reach the realm of Xuanzhi, the ability to overcontrol the flying sword would be much stronger。

Wei Jian flicked his left hand: Go! The three-pole fire dragon burst in an arc and floated towards the old man.

The old man handed the sword to his left hand, his hand slapped on the storage bag, and the three black cylinders were held in his hand, and with a flick of his hand, three black lights went to meet the fire dragon explosion, and in an instant, the black ball and the fire dragon explosion encountered, and with three loud bangs, the three-pole fire dragon explosion was exploded, turning into a large fireball with a diameter of two meters.

Wei Jian sneered: My earth fire is not something you can easily carve! The divine sense controlled the earth fire, and once again floated towards the old man, poof! The old man was surrounded in one fell swoop! The earth exploded, and the strange thing was that the flames did not scatter in all directions, but surrounded the old man, and began to erode the old man's protective body and spiritual power shield!

The old man was startled, what kind of thing is this, why do you still play like this?!

He burst out of water spiritual power all over his body, wanting to extinguish the fire, Wei Jian sneered, and watched there, more than a dozen breaths of fire, and the earth fire was extinguished by him, but the old man's shield was also burned by the earth fire.

Wei Jian is not in a hurry to attack at the moment, he wants to do an experiment, it can be said that today is the best time to practice the Xuanyi Sword Formation, and he must be used to practice!

Wei Jian paid attention, and with a flick of his hand, an emerald green streamer flashed, and nine flying swords flew into the air, and then disappeared.

The old man glanced at the sky: What about the flying sword? Why is it gone? What does it mean to throw the flying sword into the sky? I can't care so much, the old man glared at Wei Jian viciously, the spirit sword in his hand was the first shot, this time he was going to kill with one blow!

Just when the old man was about to strike Wei Jian with all his might, the flying sword appeared, and what made him even more incomprehensible was that the nine flying swords had a strong whistling sound, the old man was confused, people wanted to kill the enemy, but they were all unaware, why was this so public?

Wei Jian's divine sense controlled nine flying swords, and stood for the first round of attacks: a group of three, roaring on the upper and lower plates, attacking the white-bearded old man, flickering left and right, flickering forward and backward, making the white-bearded old man take care of one and lose the other, and after ten minutes, he was already sweating.

Wei Jian shouted lightly: "Spiral cutting!" I saw that the three groups of flying swords merged together to form a nine-bladed spiral, surrounding the old man, and then cutting the old man in a high-speed rotation.

The shield in the white-bearded old man's hand was blocked outward, and Wei Jian sneered: Cut! A few times, the Lington in the old man's hand has been cut into eight or nine pieces, and it fell to the ground, the white-haired old man is already stupid, this Qiaofeng is so powerful, regret it!

In desperation, the old man's spiritual sword kept dialing out, it was really completely helpless, there were too many flying swords, and he couldn't dial it, but he just held on for three minutes, and the spiral cutting broke the old man's spiritual power shield, and in one second, the old man could be chopped up!

Suddenly, Wei Jian let out a soft snort, and with a bang, the nine flying swords disappeared into the clouds without warning.

The old man was half-kneeling on the ground, he gasped, and at the moment there was only fear, regret and helplessness in his eyes.

Wei Jian glanced at the old man Naifa, and he read in his mouth: Chaos! Nine flying swords rushed towards the old man from different angles, this time, there was no whistling sound, the trajectory of the flying sword was extremely weird, always attacking the old man from an incredible angle, the old man once again took out a shield to resist, obviously his shield could hit the flying sword, the result was that the flying sword made a strange turn in the air, spared the shield, stabbed the old man's arm, scared the old man to death, hurriedly let go, and the shield fell to the ground.

The old man trembled, and repeatedly told forgiveness: "Young man spare his life, young man stop!"

Wei Jian didn't mean to keep his hand, he sneered: "Aren't you trying to kill me?

The white-bearded old man kept dialing the elusive flying sword, and he didn't take care of it, poof, and then screamed again and again, the white-bearded old man's legs and stomachs were pierced, and then his shoulder blades were pierced, and the old man was really scared: "Spare your life, spare your life!"

Wei Jian's divine sense controlled the flying sword hovering beside the old man, and he said coldly: "Tell me the method of refining the Shadow Spirit Thunder, and the method of refining the Rotten Bone Saucer!Otherwise, die!" At the beginning, when Wei Jian was chased and killed by the Moz Bone, the Ruoying Spirit Thunder almost killed him, and the Rotten Bone Disc was definitely the best way to damage other people's spiritual weapons, when Wei Jian broke up with Jian Xin'er, he actually forgot to ask for the storage bag of the Mozi Bone, and today he remembered it, so he asked the old man for it.