Chapter 285: The Enemy of the Wind and the Sword

And on the golden scale ring in front of Chu Muyun, the halberd shadow in the sky suddenly burst out with dazzling blue light, and I saw a huge hurricane of blue light shooting out, like a wind dragon, shooting directly at Xie Yiren.

Xie Yiren's eyes flashed, and the shocking giant sword in his hand burst out with silver sword light, and that awe-inspiring aura was also extremely strong, like a galaxy sweeping out.

The two attacks collided fiercely, and the galaxy almost collapsed at the touch of a button, and was directly crushed by the wind dragon, and Xie Yiren's body was also shocked back hundreds of meters.

There was an uproar all of a sudden, obviously they didn't expect that this guy who Chu Muyun personally selected to challenge Beigong Pestle would be completely suppressed in the first round of offensive.

"It seems that this guy with a giant sword is not strong. In addition to Chu Muyun, the three hundred people behind him are also general, and they can't be compared with the one hundred and two golden scales. ”

The countless figures around looked at each other, Chu Muyun was hiding behind him, Feng Guiyun, Gao Shenghan and the others were also full of consternation.

"Suppression in the realm!" Bai Xiaosheng seemed to see something.

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that Beigong Pestle's cultivation was afraid that it was in the middle and late stages of the Cave Heaven Realm, and the halberd in his hand that could summon hurricanes was also a high-grade treasure weapon, while in comparison, Xie Yiren's cultivation was only at the peak of the early stage of the Cave Heaven Realm, even if it was approaching the middle stage without restrictions, it could not compare to the fierce offensive brought by Beigong Pestle's gestures.

If you meet an ordinary mid-stage master of the Cave Heaven Realm, it is better to say, but the Beigong Pestle is also a rare Tianjiao figure in the Feng Domain, and in this level of confrontation, the gap between the realms is the chasm.

This is also the reason why Chu Muyun has always had to break through the realm and enter the realm of the cave before fighting with Liu Che, the prince of the Blue Dragon.

"Wouldn't that be a no-brainer?" Yue Jinchao said with some anxiety.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning!" Bai Xiaosheng smiled slightly, and his gaze seemed to move to another battlefield between Xue Wuxian and Zhaijian Yanagi Uehara.

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On the golden ring arena, Xie Yiren looked down at the much darker Amazing Giant Sword, and the sword light seemed to have become much weaker, obviously because he had suffered some trauma in that kind of hard encounter before.

On the other side, Beigong Pestle waved the long halberd in his hand slightly, and smiled at the latter and said, "Your sword doesn't seem to be as sharp as you imagined." ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the Beigong pestle was already swept into the air, and the vast spiritual power swept out of his body, overwhelmingly pouring into the wind god halberd in his hand.

"Wind Shadow Devouring the Sky!"

Beigong pestle was decisive, his eyes were cold, the wind halberd in his hand came out of his hand, and the blue light swept through, directly absorbing the hurricane one after another, and then it turned into a huge wind dragon of hundreds of zhang suddenly formed.

The wind dragon's whole body was covered with cyan scales, and on its huge body, the hurricane was howling, and its hideous appearance made countless people's faces change greatly.

And the most amazing thing is that this wind dragon really exudes a kind of dragon might, it seems that because the refining of the wind god halberd has added the dragon blood essence, so that Liu Che, the green dragon prince in the distance, can't help but look at this side.

Beside Chu Muyun, Feng Guiyun quietly watched these various means. He was also a cultivator of wind spiritual power, and he asked himself if he couldn't reach the level of Beigong Pestle. I'm afraid that only by cultivating the Fengyun Divine Code to perfection can he have the strength to fight with the Beigong Pestle, who is known as the Walker!

Beigong stood with the pestle in the wind, his eyes full of indifference, and his fingers were volleyed down.

"Go!"

The cyan wind dragon roared in the sky, and its huge body flashed suddenly, incredibly fast, just between the clouds, the huge shadow had already shrouded Xie Yiren. The violent hurricane seemed to tear the heavens and the earth, making the space distorted.

Everyone's hearts shook because of the earth-shattering blow of the Beigong pestle.

Is this the strength of the Golden Scale List?

Xie Yiren's eyes were full of swords, and although the light of the Amazing Sword in his hand was a little dimmed, the sword intent around him kept rising. From the beginning of the fight to the present, he has been accumulating sword intent!

Because the sword spirit of the Amazing Giant Sword requires enough sword intent to get out of the sword.

The eyes of the sky were all looking at the extremely small figure in the shadow of the wind dragon at this time.

In those countless glances, Xie Yiren suddenly showed a smile, and his white teeth looked a little hideous.

He suddenly sealed with one hand, and the scorching light swept out from the depths of those black eyes.

Airplanes!

It was as if a voice from an ancient creature came through time and space, echoing in the heavens and the earth, and everyone could see it, and a silver light shot straight into the sky from the amazing giant sword in Xie Yiren's hand......

The silver light turned into a figure whose face was invisible. The moment this figure appeared, within a radius of hundreds of miles, all the spiritual weapons were emitting a low trembling sound, as if they were going to be uncontrollable and come out of their hands in the next moment.

Countless people looked terrified.

Even on the first peak of Kunlun, the sixth Nalan Jianchen, who was known as the quasi-sword emperor, raised his eyebrows slightly.

"It seems that Beigong Pestle's opponent still has some strength. Ye Fengchen said with a smile.

Nalan Jianchen nodded, such a frightened sword spirit was indeed extraordinary.

"If that's the only thing, I'm afraid it won't be able to stop the Wind God Halberd in Beigong!" said the Golden Scale Wood Green Shirt.

In fact, the guys who can be selected by the top ten of the golden scales and put down the golden scales, regardless of the ranking of the golden scales, are by no means ordinary powerhouses. Many people have been surprised that the Sword Gate Xie Yi people have been able to support it until now.

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The silver figure was like a straight sword, and the sound of the sword chant reverberated from the surrounding heaven and earth to worship its divine might.

"You're happy, it seems too early!"

The sword gate Xie Yiren knotted the seal, and the silver phantom in the mid-air followed his hands in sync, and countless sword intents between heaven and earth frantically surged in, forming a sword mark like a magic plate in the pattern of the seal.

Everyone's eyes are opening up little by little at this time.

Beigong Pestle's complexion also changed slightly.

I saw the sword mark fly out, as if with some kind of imprisoning power, pushing it sideways.

Everywhere he passed, even the space was folded up, and the huge wind dragon suddenly roared as if it was trapped in an invisible space.

Under the gaze, the sword seal compressed the space and the wind dragon, reaching the extreme that it could bear, and finally in a shocking explosion, there were terrifying ripples.

In the ripples, the blue light flickered, the green dragon exploded, and a blue light shot back, turning into a blue light halberd and falling into the hands of Beigong Pestle.

The palm of his hand tightly grasped the Wind God Halberd, but the terrifying power transmitted from it still shocked him to retreat a few steps before he used his spiritual power to resist all the power.

He looked down and saw that the wind god halberd was actually wrapped with a trace of sword intent.

In the palm of his hand, there were blood dripping.