"Damn, this bastard blocked our retreat"

Shen He looked at the blood-purple starlight around him that was as bright as stars but exuded extreme terror and domineering, his heart was cold, and his face was extremely ugly.

"Why, does the senior want to leave like this? In mid-air, the corners of Xiao Chen's mouth hooked up an evil smile that made Shen He's heart cold, and he looked at the latter with a smile and a harmonious voice.

Looking at Xiao Chen's smile with his mouth slightly open, Shen He's face changed greatly, his spiritual power surged suddenly, and he shouted at the six old students behind him who were also out-of-body powerhouses: "Sacrifice to the spirit, form a formation." ”

After hearing Shen He's shout, a touch of flesh pain appeared on their faces, and after a while, they gritted their teeth and sacrificed their spiritual weapons one after another.

The so-called "sacrificial spirit" is to forcibly pull out the spiritual power in the spiritual weapon and fuse it into a "machine spirit", when several large instrument spirits appear at the same time, there will be a magical mirror image that attracts each other, and the fusion of different "machine spirits" can burst out ten times the usual power.

Of course, after the "machine spirit" is extracted, it can no longer return to the spirit weapon itself, and then the spirit weapon will also become a waste product, and the hearts of the old students who sacrificed the "machine spirit" are dripping blood, if it weren't for Xiao Chen's desire to snatch the spirit crystal in their hands, if it is not in the realm of life and death, they will not sacrifice the spirit of the weapon no matter what, you must know that a spirit weapon is worth a lot of spirit crystals.

"Dead Wood Devouring Spirit, Seven Apertures Desolate Dragon Array"

The seven people shouted, and immediately shot out in unison, and the mana in their bodies surged out, and the seven vast spiritual powers were injected into the seven "machine spirits" that were extracted, and the "machine spirits" suddenly exploded, and the surrounding vibrant trees actually appeared to wither and shrink at this moment.

"Buzz"

After a few breaths, the machine spirit fused, and in an instant, the light was great, and the powerful horizontal spatial fluctuations exploded and swept across, sweeping hundreds of miles. Rocks pierce the air, the woods are silent, and dust rushes into the sky.

"Haha, boy, you dare to block my retreat, I don't know whether I live or die" Shen He was in the Desolate Dragon Formation, holding the Dry Spirit Sword formed by the fusion of the seven great weapon spirits, and the powerful power made him can't help but laugh a few times.

Immediately, without waiting for Xiao Chen to speak, his body trembled, the withered spirit sword was a little volleyed, and the space seemed to be rippling at this time, Xiao Chen could feel that the spiritual power between the heaven and earth around him seemed to be disordered at this time.

In this clearing, the spiritual power gathered like a storm, and a cyan dragon with seven strange and dazzling patterns was formed out of thin air, and a powerful spiritual power fluctuated, rippling, exuding a desolate atmosphere.

The rich desolate spiritual power around him made Xiao Chen's face gradually solemn, and the power of the fusion of the seven genius out-of-body powerhouses was already enough to beautify the spiritual path cultivators in the middle stage of ordinary quenching hearts, not to mention this desolate dragon array, in its array, the spiritual power was obviously suppressed.

I saw that Shen He's body was like lightning, and in a flash, he appeared at the barrier of Xiao Chen's heaven and earth prison cage with an oppressive momentum, and with a swing of the sword, the sword body trembled slightly, and the cyan spiritual power emitted turned into a cyan dragon's mouth like an evil spirit devouring all things, frantically devouring the star enchantment, and suddenly the enchantment shattered, and the spiritual light turned into a little fluorescence, gradually annihilating.

Immediately, the corner of Shen He's mouth sneered, his right fist clenched, and then a fist without any fancy slammed into Xiao Chen's chest.

Shen He's punch was unremarkable, but under the support of the Desolate Dragon Array, the vast spiritual power and the power of the Desolate Silence were more destructive than the sharp blade!

"Whew!"

Everywhere the fist wind passed, the air was shaken open, and a low whining sound was made.

Feeling Shen He's unusually sharp fist wind, Xiao Chen's heart was also slightly cold, the desolate power formed by the fusion of this instrument spirit was really not something that ordinary heart hardening powerhouses could be beautiful, just this kind of strength and the vastness of spiritual power were much stronger than Mu Zhanlong.

In terms of spiritual cultivation, Xiao Chen is much inferior to Shen He now, and he is not stupid enough to fight directly with Shen He, at the moment his steps retreated sharply, and when he retreated, the handprints flew over, and the blood-purple brilliant handprints smashed towards Shen He like rain like crazy.

"Bang!"

And in the face of Xiao Chen's blood-purple handprint, which contained great power, a touch of contempt crossed Shen He's eyes, and as soon as his fist shook, it was heavily slammed on that handprint, and the power of heaven and earth desolation, like a volcanic eruption, poured out suddenly.

"Boom, boom"

In the face of Shen He's fierce attack, the blood-purple brilliant handprints were shattered by the fist wind, and Shen He was even more unforgiving, and swept away at Xiao Chen again.

"Dead Dragon Slash"

With Shen He's shout, a blue-yellow sword body with a length of one meter appeared in Shen He's hand, and a rich green light erupted outside the sword body, and the violent and strong spiritual power fluctuations swept in an instant, extremely powerful, and suddenly led to the exhaustion of dozens of miles of life around it.

"Boy, give me death, and then get out of the spiritual realm" Shen He drank with a cruel smile, and immediately, a sword swung towards Xiao Chen, the green mang turned into a dragon, and the spiritual power swept madly like a withering and decaying dragon, and everywhere the cyan dragon passed, all the vitality was exhausted, and the spiritual power was scattered.

Facing the fall of the withered spirit sword, Xiao Chen's eyes flashed, his hand around his neck, his fingers gently held the hilt of the sword like loess, his eyes looked at Shen He, his eyes did not have the slightest hint of fear, a pair of dark eyes, a trace of disdain flashed, stronger than the power of the sword, obviously Shen He thought too much, in the face of an ancient magic sword like Chixiao, how could a little withered spirit sword formed by the fusion of machine spirits.

"Boom"

A cyan spiritual power storm rotated at high speed, shaking the air into a wind-breaking sound, and spreading harshly.

Xiao Chen's eyes froze, his heart moved, Chixiao went out of his body, and the blood-colored spiritual power was like an extinct volcano that had been silent for tens of thousands of years, Peng Ran erupted, and the blood-colored arrows mixed with a domineering momentum bombarded Shen He.

"Bang"

At the moment of impact, a loud sound also resounded in the spiritual domain, "The powerful cyan desolate spiritual power and blood-colored spiritual power shock wave surged out in a ring, and finally shook the hundreds of miles of trees around the spiritual domain into nothingness and turned into powder.

And that blood-colored spiritual power was like a domineering bloodthirsty demon, looking at the world, devouring everything, Shen He looked at the tide of spiritual power that swept towards him like a terrifying blood wave, and finally a feeling of fear lingered in his heart.

Suddenly, a weapon like a weapon like a weapon formed by an extremely powerful desolate power took shape in front of Shen He, and finally burst out with a brilliant luster, a terrifying spiritual power fluctuation, like a volcano, erupted.

Then, this weapon condensed by spiritual power was like a meteor piercing the sky, and under the gaze of many eyes, it crashed towards Xiao Chen!

"Boom!"

At the moment of impact, the terrifying energy fluctuations immediately swept around like a torrent, and those who were close to the new students for hundreds of miles around, except for a very few who were not weak, the rest of them could not stand the oppression and were shocked several meters away.

The forest was dusty, and spiritual fragments, trees, and stones were all over this messy space......

After a few breaths, a black-robed figure suddenly shot out from the dust of the rocks, its figure rolled several times in mid-air, and then fell to the ground, the blood-red magic sword in his hand was fiercely inserted into the ground, sparks shot all the way, squeaky sound, piercing sound.

This figure shot out dozens of meters, and a pitch-black trace flashed out dazzlingly in the rocky dust, and when the figure stopped completely, those old students saw his face clearly, and they were in an uproar, it turned out to be Xiao Chen.

"Brother Xiao Chen" looked at Xiao Chen, who was repelled by the mysterious force and flew away, Lian Xin hurriedly ran up and shouted, Mu Jianxi also hurriedly walked up, his willow eyebrows were tightly locked, his beautiful eyes were staring at the rocks and dust, and the power of the fairy spirit on his body was circling wildly, and the killing intent was unrestrained.

Xiao Chen got up slowly, his face was slightly gloomy, he reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and did not speak, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes.

The blow just now, it is obvious that the other party did not use all his strength, and he was able to condense the spiritual power of heaven and earth into a substantial weapon in an instant, and his cultivation must have reached the quenching period, coupled with such a special use of heaven and earth spiritual power, it must be from an ancient family inherited by some ancient power, but this kind of domineering power that deprives life is a bit similar to the withering power of the original burial sword.

Xiao Chen raised his head, and in front of his eyes, a man in white with a cyan paper fan in his hand, in the dust of the rocks, was like an immortal who was not stained with vulgarity, and descended to the world.

The young man was also handsome and extraordinary, with an arrogant temperament, gently closed the cyan paper fan, and smiled at Xiao Chen gently, but the gentle smile smiled like a cold wind! It was a little more penetrating than the cold snow in November.