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Almost in the blink of an eye, there was a soft buzzing sound, and the four walls, the ground, and even the roof of this shop called Xiayun Liuxiang all flashed with a faint white light. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info And those monks who seemed to be shop buddies showed their fangs in an instant-what he showed was nothing more than the cultivation of the Bright Light Period and the Harmony Period, but now, the lowest cultivation is all Jindan monks!

Grand Monk Jindan!

And the leader is the two old monsters.

More than 50 people launched an enchantment and trapped Huang Jianbo and others in the house.

"Ming Chongshan. Huang Jianbo's complexion changed suddenly, and then he returned to normal, looking at the two Yuanying monks in front of him and said lightly.

"Sword Pavilion Remnant!" A Yuanying monk with a red face was like a bell, and the roof was shaking softly, "The old man thought he was going to be bored here for a while, but I was waiting for it, it was really my luck!"

Huang Jianbo's body shook slightly, and a robe of a high-grade spirit treasure suddenly appeared, and at the same time, a magic weapon flying sword was also suspended in front of him.

The old man with a red face couldn't help frowning slightly, and then his brows relaxed: "It's actually a medium-grade magic weapon, which is suitable for my chance!"

"I'm afraid, it's bad luck!" Huang Jianbo shouted angrily, and suddenly Zhengang gushed out. The flying sword in front of him only flickered slightly, and suddenly turned into dozens of filaments, flashed in the air, and disappeared without a trace.

This method of condensing the sword into silk immediately made the two primordial old monsters stunned, and then their faces became ugly.

Even if they were outnumbered and had an enchantment, in the face of such a sword cultivator, who would dare to say that they could easily kill them and then retreat with their whole body?

The red-faced monk's face sank suddenly, and then his hand shook slightly, and suddenly a ray of light passed through the barrier and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Then, the more than fifty monks took a step back in unison, and all kinds of brilliance flashed.

"Ordered, Sword Pavilion remnants, kill!" The red-faced monk's face sank, but he released an ancient bell the size of a fist.

This ancient clock, golden in color, is mixed with blood-colored stripes, entangled into mysterious patterns, and seems to have strange magical powers.

As soon as the ancient bell appeared, its whole body was as bright as water, but it grew rapidly, and in an instant, it was more than one person tall, blocking the red-faced monk behind him.

Then, with a flick of his fingers, the monk rang a melodious bell.

When the bell rang, Xu Yiyang immediately saw that a circle of blood-colored ripples spread out at once. As soon as he reached his side, a feeling of soreness and softness immediately swept over him.

What kind of treasure is this!

Xu Yiyang couldn't help but be taken aback. Immediately, he saw that another middle-aged infant monk with a white face and a slight beard gently placed his hand on his chest, and his graceful movements made a few tricks in an instant.

With the formation of those few spells, in this wide hall, the aura was immediately stirred, and a ball of cyan brilliance flashed out, instantly rushing towards those monks of Mingzhong Mountain.

Suddenly, these monks were immediately covered with a shroud of light. Immediately, these monks of Mingzhong Mountain had cold faces, and each of them used their magical powers, sacrificed treasures, and bombarded them.

Those Sword Pavilion monks who were disguised as guests no longer concealed their identities at this moment - even if their costumes were successful, the monks of Ming Chongshan still regarded them as targets.

The Temporary Alliance had only one attitude towards the surviving disciples of the Sword Pavilion, that is, it would rather kill three thousand by mistake than let one go.

And the red-faced infant old monster was even more cautious, and as soon as he saw Huang Jianbo display the magic power of condensing the sword into silk, he did not hesitate to ask for help.

Now, Xu Yiyang knows that his time is running out.

But how can he do it? Although he is now a Jindan monk, he has never had time to calm down and practice well. Even if it was the last of the Nine Layers of Fire, he didn't practice, let alone refine the golden body after that.

However, in the sword box, the eighteen magic weapon flying swords, he has already completed the sacrifice, and he is in the sword box at the moment.

Xu Yiyang made a decision in an instant, that is, he must not reveal the true intent of martial arts and Qinglingding. The disaster of the Sword Pavilion came from the Qingling Ding, and if the Qingling Ding was revealed, those monks in the Mahayana period were afraid that they would immediately hear the wind. The same is true of the true intent of martial arts, Huang Jianbo reminded Xu Yiyang more than once, letting him understand the preciousness of this true intent of martial arts.

Thinking about the day when the scuffle happened, the Mahayana monks would brazenly attack him, and Xu Yiyang understood.

In the eyes of the enemy, you are an extremely important target!

Once his whereabouts are revealed, he is afraid that he will be chased and killed by the enemy Mahayana monks.

As for...... Defeating a Mahayana monk like he did last time is an unrepeatable miracle. Because, in that battle, first of all, there were many cultivators behind Xu Yiyang's side, coupled with the divine soldiers who condensed the true intent of the martial arts, and blasted out the Zixiao Divine Thunder without reservation, so that kind of miracle appeared.

Now, even if it is changed to that day, without a large number of Zixiao Divine Thunder, Xu Yiyang will still be unable to escape death.

Others may not know the reason, but how can Xu Yiyang not know?

The only thing Xu Yiyang can use now is the sword box hidden on the back of the true intent of the Qi Sea Martial Dao.

Even, he carefully released only twelve light dust swords. The set of swords is dispatched at the same time, which will not attract so attention, but the killing machine in it is all around.

The two Yuanying monks on the other side shot out in unison, and their subordinates also launched at the same time. For a moment, I couldn't see clearly at all, and I just felt a huge pressure enveloping me.

Immediately, the counterattack broke out!

Those who followed Huang Jianbo were all elite cultivators from the Sword Pavilion and one domain, and their lowest cultivation was all Jindan, and there were even Fa-rectification monks. In the face of an enemy ambush, they rallied almost immediately. Although it is impossible to set up a magic circle, the cooperation between them is impeccable.

I saw that a monk burst out with the strongest defense in an instant, whether it was a supernatural power or a treasure, they all frantically unleashed it. The other two Jindan monks beside him didn't think about their own defenses at all, and all the treasures bombarded forward.

Such cooperation is extremely simple to say, but it requires impeccable tacit understanding and trust between each other.

It is precisely because of this that one domain and one vertical is known as the most elite force of the Sword Pavilion.

The monks on the opposite side of Mingzhong Mountain, where did they have such a tacit understanding? In an instant, they were restrained by such a crazy attack.

But the faces of Huang Jianbo and the others were not good-looking.

Because, although the enemy does not have tacit understanding and does not have unreserved trust, they have ...... Circle!

Yes, at the moment when the battle broke out, the enemy monks stopped attacking to protect themselves, but they did not stop and stood up in a wonderful position.

Only more than 50 people are needed to form a magic circle. Although its power was not as terrifying as the tens of thousands of people that the Sword Pavilion had originally had, in a battle of this scale, it almost made people despair.

If you want to deal with the magic circle, you must either crush it with huge power, or you can master the way of the formation, and be able to find weaknesses and flaws in it to attack. Or, use the circle against the circle.

Huang Jianbo, Xu Yiyang and others do not have any of these points. A mere Yuanying monk is not qualified to crush the magic circle composed of more than fifty Jindan monks.

Xu Yiyang is able to, if he summons the Qingling Ding, the magic circle in front of him is really not a problem.

Just when Xu Yiyang was about to be desperate, he suddenly felt stiff all over his body.

Because, at this moment, Huang Jianbo suddenly stared at him. Xu Yiyang saw the decisive death in his eyes.

"Promise me, remember the Sword Pavilion, remember the day of bloodshed. Huang Jianbo's voice sounded directly in Xu Yiyang's mind, "Promise me, you must not reveal your identity!"

Xu Yiyang's twelve light dust swords were suspended in front of him, but he was powerless to command them to attack.

has been with Huang Jianbo for several years, but in the past few years, he has been practicing, and he is still practicing, and between the two, it can only be said that they are general friends, at most they know each other, and they can't even say that they are acquainted.

But now, what Xu Yiyang sees from the other party's eyes is the heart of death.

A strong surge came, Xu Yiyang only felt unsteady on his feet, and retreated out of the way to the side of several companions.

Huang Jianbo's voice was low, looking at the magic circle that surrounded him, an abnormal blush flashed on his face: "What a bright mountain." In that case, get out of the way!"

The red-faced monk was preparing for Huang Jianbo's sudden attack by Condensing Sword, but he didn't expect that Huang Jianbo actually gave up the attack, but instead ordered himself to get out of the way!

He chuckled, looked at his companion who was looking at Huang Jianbo mockingly, and just wanted to ask why, his face changed suddenly.

At the same time as Huang Jianbo said those words, they were shocked to see that the flying sword that had just returned to Huang Jianbo's hand trembled again, turning into dozens of filaments suspended around his body. At this time, the top of Huang Jianbo's head flashed, and suddenly a villain several inches tall appeared.

This villain, who looks cool and looks cool, is his first baby!

God, what does this guy want to do? The red-faced Yuanying old monster and another Yuanying monk didn't believe that before the fight started, Huang Jianbo was about to escape from Yuanying.

Then, there is only one, and that is the self-explosion of the yuanying.

This madman!

The red-faced monk and the middle-aged monk suddenly stiffened there.

They all survived the day of bloodshed a few years ago, and they had seen with their own eyes how crazy the Sword Pavilion monks were. They will never be able to forget the bewitching flower that bloomed in the air in the Sword Pavilion Sect Supreme Donglin Yongzhen.

If a Yuanying monk blew himself up here, the power would almost spread to half of the city! They were so close that there was almost no chance of escaping and surviving.