This man's clothes are the usual clothes of the Fei family, the gun in his hand is torn, and the color on his face has been polished away by decades of housekeeping, but he can still see a little bit of the appearance of a noble son.

It is Fei Tongyu, the current head of the Fei family on the north shore of Mochizuki Lake!

For decades, the Fei family has been silent and declining like a broken backbone, Fei Tongyu's days are the saddest, every time he closes his eyes at night, the ethereal sword light always appears in front of him.

The scenery of this person killing his eldest father Fei Wangbai like a dog will always repeat in his heart, and the Fei family can no longer cultivate the "Jian Dao Jin" of their ancestors, and the accumulation of a hundred years suddenly becomes empty, and they start all over again, falling into boundless torture...

He had woken up in his dreams so many times that he wouldn't admit it at all! This man in heaven! Fei Tongyu's current status is too humble to even know the identity of this person, but he is not in a hurry, and muttered:

"Such a big thing... Kiyoi can find out... Good... Well..."

The man, who had always hesitated like a ferret, calmly looked at the vast colored light in the sky, and it was clear that a little aftermath could tear him to pieces, but he was not afraid at all, and murmured in his heart:

"If the enemy has a place to go, he is not afraid of disappearing without a trace, you behead my eldest father, and everyone will see the corpse in the snow, and the corpse will not be closed for three months..."

"There are still 3,000 people in the Fei family, all of whom hate the ancestors for crying blood, and the three-year-old child in the peak is still painting wooden charms, and wait... Let's wait..."

Those eyes sank in the black smoke, and they sank into the darkness, and the gold in the sky lit up again, and Si Yuanli was engrossed in it, and he didn't check it.

His green clothes are fluttering, his swordsmanship is ethereal, and he is freehand and freely swaying in the air, beating the two mages backwards, Si Yuanli has been hidden by Yuan Xiu for many years, and now he has a bright sword, and he has a bit of happiness.

The origin of the Songbai Quanyuan Sword Technique can be traced back to Sima Jun, who guarded the river bank for Wei State, the sword qi in his hand was snow-white, and it actually echoed the Huaijiang River map on the bottom of his feet, becoming more and more aggressive, and the mages only screamed at him, and the jade ring between his wrists was bright and dark, and he immediately broke away and raised his eyebrows to look at Li Xuanfeng.

Li Xuanfeng had already fought with the mages for several times, and the sky was shaken, and he was at the critical point.

The six mages in the air glared angrily, and their Sanskrit voices vibrated greatly, or they had three heads, or six arms, or their eyes burned on their chests, or their ears vibrated on both sides, each with its own distinct appearance.

At the level of mages, except for the two special Taoist systems, most of the mages who have advanced cultivation are men and women, and their faces are sometimes male and female, and male and female are intertwined, which is quite weird.

And their arms holding weapons were strong and graceful, and the gold dust was shining, and they held the magic weapons tightly, and they all fell on the golden bows, intertwined with brilliance, and the hideous golden bows hooked the blades of the weapons, and held them steadily in the air.

Li Xuanfeng was restrained by the six Buddha cultivators, and his body of qi rolled like a cloud, turning into reality in the air, condensing into sharp lights, intertwining with each other, appearing little by little in the air, going up the corners of his heavenly gold tower, hovering around him.

His hand on the golden bow was as steady as a mountain, but a golden light flowed out from between his fingers, and a white picture scroll unfolded beside him again, floating like a long snake, Li Xuanfeng suddenly disappeared in place.

The magic weapons in the hands of the six Buddha cultivators were empty at the same time, and the six pairs of eyes seemed to be carved out of a mold, and they all looked south, and happened to meet the man in white and gold armor who appeared in the form of an incarnation, and the longbow was like a full moon, pointing at it.

"Boom..."

The three golden rings in the air jumped suddenly, shining brightly, as if they had caught something struggling violently, and there was a frenzied metal collision sound in place, but Li Xuanfeng's strings did not stop.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang Qiang ......"

The three Shi Xiu holding the golden ring turned pale, and they all vomited blood, and the remaining nine hurriedly pinched the formula and cast the spell, each reciting the formula, the voice was low and complex, confusing people's minds, and murmuring in the air:

"Respectfully, [Empty Soul Descending Demon Bowl]!"

The big array shook endlessly, and the void suddenly broke open, and a little golden light shuttled in, falling in the middle of the twelve, like a small stone falling into the water, rippling out bursts of ripples, quickly gathering and condensing, turning into a purple bowl.

This purple bowl is bound with two black edges, there is no incantation, but it is mysterious and solid, and the black hole at the mouth of the bowl will fly into countless golden lights, and it will be calmly suppressed.

"Purple Mansion level spiritual weapon!"

Si Yuanli's face sank in an instant, and his mind vibrated vigilantly, and he secretly sensed the terrifying news.

This [Empty Wisdom Demon Bowl] can be seen at a glance to be a Maha thing, it must be the instruction of one of the seven phases, and it has been summoned to fall into this place, which means that at least one Maha is paying attention to this place at this moment!

"Hahaha!"

Si Yuanli was very vigilant, these twelve people invited out the magic weapon against Li Xuanfeng, and the resentment of one of the twelve people who had never been able to take it was resolved, and they all laughed, and their voices overlapped, resounding in the sky:

"The little Nanban Shanyue clan also dares to try my Orthodox Holy Law? World-honored merciful, I want you to fold here today. ”

This sound shook like thunder, attracting the attention of the group of cultivators.

No matter how powerful Li Xuanfeng is, he is a person in the end, and there are twelve orthodox [Empty Dao] mages in front of him! Each one of them is a top-level foundation building level, not only can it be borrowed from the top, but there is also an extremely clever array, how can one person stop it?

At the moment, Li Qinghong had a worried look, thinking about how to give up the enemy in her hand to come forward to help, she thought to herself that she was injured more, and the Sky Danger Sparrow urged with all her might, and she could still threaten these people...

Li Xuanfeng's expression did not change, and he said softly:

"Just look at it!"

Li Xuanfeng's voice fell, the golden string in his hand flickered, and the scroll of the picture actually emerged from his side, jumped upwards and unfolded, turning in the air, fluttering like a dragon, and a piece of silver light shone out.

Countless golden rays emerged from his hands, like a dam collapsing and a flood gushing, and for a while, I don't know how many mystic rays of light rushed out, all pouring into the clear and bright silver light.

The golden light touched the silver light, and immediately turned into gold and silver, one divided into two, and the other divided into four, gushing out, leaping into the sky, and deep into the clouds:

"Bell!"

The sky full of Xuanguang rushed to the sky, and before it fell, the silver light had already swept over first, and the purple bowl was still better, and the three golden rings shook crookedly as if they had been hit by a galloping star.

"Dangdang, dang..."

The three Shi Xiu who controlled the golden ring turned pale, and with the help of the large array of mana, their faces quickly warmed up, but the twelve Shi Xiu hesitated for a moment at the same time.

This large array has a long heritage, and the magic is abnormal, and the twelve people can not only reconcile the mana and share the damage, but also communicate their minds in it, and their minds communicate in the large array at the moment:

"This demon is very powerful, the [Empty Soul Demon Bowl] can hold a lot, how can it be easily wasted? It's better to put it away first and deal with it in a formation! ”

Several cultivators are not simple people, and if they don't give Li Xuanfeng a chance to test this [Empty Secret Demon Bowl], the purple bowl disappeared in an instant, and twelve people returned to the formation at the same time, and the voice was shocked:

"Mi!"

A large golden array emerged across both banks, countless golden spells flowed, showing their shape, the circle array was as large as a mountain, slightly tilted, dispelling the clouds and demons, and the sound was very powerful.

"What a great array."

At this point, the people in the north and south have gradually lost their will to fight, but they are under the jurisdiction of the superiors, and they have no intention of stopping.

Si Yuanli finally lost his sense of proportion, and the sword light in his hand was slightly chaotic, but fortunately, the other party had already been beaten by him, and this chaos did not cause any consequences, he was horrified in his heart, and said in a low voice:

"Thirty-two thousand seven hundred ...... sixteen"

As his words dissipated, a sky full of stars appeared above his head, intertwined with gold and silver, flickering, slowly enlarging in the pupils of all cultivators, turning into a sky full of Xuanguang, falling from the sky, and before it fell, there was already a sharp aura rushing towards him, aggressive.

"It's... What is this! ”

"This is Tsuki?!"

The cultivators below had already lost their color, and Li Qinghong's eyes were slightly red, and he said secretly:

"The second uncle has applied the secret method of damaging Shou Yuan's cultivation..."

The sky full of Xuanguang fell like a torrential rain, and a group of small cultivators on the ground suddenly hugged their heads and ran away, but fortunately, when this Xuanguang reached mid-air, it gathered on its own and rushed towards the large array in the center, as if the Tianhe fell and suppressed it.

The twelve Buddha cultivators were locked up together and couldn't move, their eyes were full of gold and silver, and the big array was like a lotus leaf in the rain, staggering, but in the end it was twelve, and from time to time someone vomited blood slightly, but the formation was never broken.

The twelve mages were suppressed for a while, and the Xuanguang in the sky did not fall to the ground, but the small repairs that retracted on both sides could not be contained, and they fled to both sides of the strait, and the Zhuji monks had no intention of caring about it...

In the sky full of Xuanguang and golden rain, the offensive on the north and south sides had to be temporarily stopped, and the monks on both sides had no fighting spirit, and the fetal breath and qi training retreated one after another, and only the monks at the foundation level were still holding each other back.

At this point, almost everyone on the field understood that the situation had fallen on Li Xuanfeng and the twelve cultivators...

Either Li Xuanfeng killed twelve people and forced the north not to go south, or the twelve mages killed Li Xuanfeng, this Huaijiang map would collapse, and all the northern cultivators would have the opportunity to go south!

Between the heads of the ten thousand people, the golden string in Li Xuanfeng's hand was pulled to the full moon, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and it was not enough to be blessed by the ancient spirit weapon, and the two immortal bases in his body evaporated regardless of loss, and a thin golden mist emerged.

Li Xuanfeng has of course had a method of depleting essence and longevity for so many years, called the [Sacrificial Yuan Method], which is a thing of the Ning family, and he used it once when he killed Tang Sedu.

This secret method has a very heavy legacy, and it is often overdrawn that the immortal base will be cultivated to collapse three or four times out of ten, and he can still be safe and secure in Daning Palace after killing Tang Sedu in this method, one is that Yuan Xiu made a move, and the other is also related to his current state.

His cultivation is now in the rune, nearly half of his body is out of his body, he is almost borrowing from the rune, but there is an unexpected benefit - the immortal base is maintained by the rune, unless he uses the secret method to drain it in one go, how Li Xuanfeng uses the secret method to extract the cultivation will not collapse.

Therefore, now that he has reused it, he has not been stingy in his cultivation, and the twelve people have been dragged down, and the golden-red arrows in his hands have become more and more condensed, and the surging mana and qi have condensed in his hands.

"Hum..."

The sky was full of Xuanguang for dozens of breaths, and when this golden and silver brilliance disappeared, the golden red color in Li Xuanfeng's hand disappeared almost at the same time, and the twelve people were shocked together, but they didn't have time to summon the [Empty Secret Demon Bowl].

Only the three golden rings floated alone, grabbing one thing suddenly, the three round golden rings froze slightly, and one of the corners twisted abruptly, and after only a breath, the magic weapon made a piercing tearing sound in the air.

"Click... Boom..."

The three magic weapons exploded in the air in an instant, turning into golden fragments in the sky and falling down, and the three Shi Xiu had broken off the connection with the magic weapons early, but they still spat out blood, all of them were like golden paper.

Fortunately, after such a drag, the purple-gold bowl appeared in the air again, swallowed the golden-red arrow that had escaped from the trap, shook it twice, and flickered brightly and dimmed.

The twelve cultivators hurriedly seized the opportunity, decisively jumped out of their positions, dispersed the big bowl, and the remaining nine cultivators changed positions, the large array recondensed, and said in unison:

"Please, Su Sikong! Fa-rectification to suppress demons! ”

In an instant, the sound sounded in the air, and the remaining nine Buddha cultivators shone brightly, and a pair of eyes opened in front of their chests, calm and indifferent, and the golden lines on their faces burst out, and they were no longer human.

These eyes looked at Li Xuanfeng at the same time, and there was no colored golden light, nor did they see any light that broke through the sky and went away, but the bright light under the soles of his feet shook and made the soles of the monks' feet crooked.

The light on Li Xuanfeng's body dimmed for a moment, and he was actually frozen in place, and the nine Buddha cultivators concocted it like a method, and jumped up from their positions together, and the large array at the bottom of their feet dispersed, blessing Su Xikong's true appearance and calling together.

"Boom!"

For a while, the gold and stone collided, like a landslide and tsunami, and all the brilliance in the sky dimmed, and the north and south shores were suffocated.

The ten Shi Xiu cultivators joined forces to make a move, and blessed the true appearance of Su Xikong who came from the big array, and the power had been superimposed to the point of terror, Si Yuanli stood aside, and the omen of death rose in his heart, and he said in horror:

"Underestimate them!"

The Ming Guan on the soles of his feet shook, Si Yuanli broke out in a cold sweat, he raised his head in a panic, and saw a little red in the gap between the golden light and color of the weapons.

"Jingle Bell..."

The scattered blood beads were like smashed jade bead curtains, all round and crystalline, scattered in all directions, and hit the magic weapons superimposed by several mages, making a sound of pearls and jade.

"Whoa..."

The blood dripped down, and it turned into a golden rain in the dark and heavy air, and in the eyes of countless people, the golden bow and Li Xuanfeng's figure disappeared.

"Where is the murderer?"

"It's not like it's going to be ashes..."

Si Yuanli watched the blood rain fall, and suddenly heard the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing, and a cold and hoarse voice echoed in the air, transmitting from a high place to the ears of the cultivators in the north and south.

"The dry value is nonde, and the gold is used to the extreme..."

The voice fell, and the crisp sound of gold and iron striking became louder and louder, almost roaring louder than thunder, but the cold and hoarse voice became deeper and lower:

"Shen Youjin's position, please hold the gold!"

(End of chapter)