Yuan Xi's figure flashed, holding a sword in his left and right hands at the same time, blocking in front of Yuan Wang.

Yuan Wang swept the Water Moon Mirror Flower in Yuan Xi's hand, and the smile on his face looked a little gloomy for a moment.

I haven't seen him for two years, and Yuan Xi's cultivation has not been slow from the early stage of Jindan to the middle stage of Jindan.

But in front of Yuanying Monk Yuan Wang, he is still a mantis arm as a car, and he is vulnerable.

"I'm sure I'll finish you off this time, so that no more trouble will happen!"

Yuan Wangyin opened his mouth compassionately, his eyes were indifferent without a trace of emotion, and his whole body suddenly erupted with a strong killing intent.

Before he could speak, the scene changed suddenly.

Lin Qi watched the beast patterns on the purple round box flow, as if he was about to come to life.

A majestic and terrifying power was hidden on the coffin, and life gradually appeared.

The end-to-end purple cloud falcons flapped their wings, their eyes flashing with spiritual brilliance, as if they were struggling, as if they were calling, struggling to rush out of the coffin.

Lin Qi's hand ached, and he couldn't help but look down.

Kazumei's hand gripped her wrist tightly, and sharp nails pierced her skin with excessive force.

I only heard her muttering in a low voice, "It's alive, these beast patterns are alive, and the formation has been completely activated!" ”

Lin Qi immediately realized something, grabbed her hand and asked, "Formation?" How to crack this formation? ”

While the two of them were talking, two Purple Cloud Falcon beast patterns had already broken free from the coffin, flapping their wings in the air and fearlessly attacking Yuan Wang.

The black long sword in Yuan Wang's hand was full of evil energy, breaking through the air and hitting Yuan Xi's façade.

Cultivation is suppressed in the front, and Yuan Xi can't stop it at all even if he has the Water Moon Mirror Flower.

The sword qi that was enough to tear through the void fell, and before it could get close, a bloody crack opened on Yuan Xi's face.

Yuan Wang hooked his lips and smiled, his evil aura was rampant, his eyes were cold, and he controlled the sword in his hand to go down.

The sword qi is as low as Mount Tai, as heavy as a thousand pounds, and like a long rainbow through the sun, the edge is unmatched, and it is unstoppable.

This sword is enough to take Yuan Xi's life!

Demon Emperor Zimo was fighting with another evil cultivator and the white-clothed master, and no one could come out to help.

Lin Qi's hand holding the sword tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to summon Jinjun, but when he came to his mouth, he suddenly stopped.

A purple cloud falcon descended from the sky, extremely fast, and collided with Yuan Wang's hand in the blink of an eye.

The black sword's sword qi shook, and its sharpness decreased by three points.

Another Purple Cloud Falcon struck, swirling around the sword body and hissing, and its body faded.

Won-hee was also able to break free from his coercive shackles.

The cold light on the Water Moon Sword swept away, and the Mirror Flower Sword was hooked like the moon, flying out.

The twin swords led up the water mist all the way, and the cold air rose, spreading all around in the blink of an eye.

Yuan Wang was originally unimpressed by Yuan Xi's attack, until one after another Purple Cloud Falcon flew out of the purple round box coffin, barely giving him the slightest chance to breathe.

Dealing with these purple cloud falcons has been exhausted, Yuan Wang made a slight mistake, and the Water Moon Mirror Flower attacked hand in hand, leaving a wound on his body.

A tiny wound is insignificant to a primordial monk.

It's just that the chill at the wound spreads, burrowing into the blood and meridians like a tiny snake.

Yuan Wang vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

He is also a member of the Yuan family, so he naturally knows the damage of the Yuan family's magic.

The aura at the Yuan Infant was like a sea surging, and a blood-colored palm was condensed invisibly, almost three Yuan Xi were wide.

Yuan Xi waved his sword with both hands, and two cold water dragons swept out, carrying out a monstrous wave.

The battlefield was chaotic.

Ninety-nine eighty-one Purple Cloud Falcon all came out of the purple round box and attacked those present indiscriminately.

Even Lin Qi and He Mei were not spared.

Each of these Purple Cloud Falcon has the cultivation of the mid-stage Jindan, which is indestructible and fierce.

The sword can't kill, the sword can't be killed, and even if you can't kill people, you can grind people to death.

He Mei Xiu was not high, hiding behind Lin Qi, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of these purple cloud falcon dark patterns and took the initiative to bypass Yuan Xi, attacking Yuan Wang, with a puzzled face.

She whispered, "Do you know the blue-clothed nungeon?" It always felt familiar to me. ”

Lin Qi was already lacking in skills to deal with the Purple Cloud Falcon, so he could only spare a distraction to answer her question, "...... Acquaintance, you ask her what to do? ”

"It's just a little doubtful......" He Mei said softly.

Just as a purple cloud falcon was knocked away by Lin Qi's full strength, she turned around and asked, "What you just said, I didn't hear clearly!" ”

"It's nothing, you concentrate on defending the enemy, I'll help you!" He Mei also knows that now is not the time to gossip.

If Lin Qi couldn't stop these Purple Cloud Falcons, the two of them would be killed here today.

At this time, the center of the chaotic battlefield is even more dangerous.

In this narrow space, the three Yuan Infant Monks fought each other, and they could almost move mountains and reclaim the sea, and the powerful force had already bulldozed half of the building.

The purple round box coffin was originally shiny and bright, full of aura.

However, after the purple cloud falcon flew out, it became more and more dull and colorless, and it seemed no different from ordinary wood.

The people involved in the scuffle did not notice.

Or maybe I noticed it, but I really couldn't take care of it, and I didn't dare to be this bird.

While Lin Qi was dealing with the Purple Cloud Falcon, he took the time to pay attention to the two battlefields ahead.

The fighting speed of the white-clothed Zhenjun was too fast, and the momentum was too earth-shattering, so that Lin Qi couldn't even see the battle situation clearly.

However, the battlefield between Yuan Xi and Yuan Wang was one-sided.

No matter how powerful Yuan Xi is, no matter how much the Purple Cloud Falcon helps, he still can't fight against Yuan Wang, a Yuan Infant Cultivator.

When Lin Qi looked over again, Yuan Xi's two swords crossed to resist Yuan Wang's sword, and the strength of the two sides was not equal.

Yuan Xi was forced all the way back and slammed into the purple round box coffin.

Visible to the naked eye, the coffin cracked a crack.

It was also at this time that Lin Qi found that the Purple Cloud Falcon offensive opposite him was a little weaker.

These purple cloud falcons are born from purple coffins, and it is very likely that their power comes from coffins.

The coffins were damaged, and their strength weakened instantly.

Obviously, Yuan Wang was also aware of this fact.

He immediately changed his combat method and attacked Yuan Xi openly, and all the sword qi in the secret fell on the purple coffin.

Yuan Xi also guessed his purpose, but unfortunately his strength was not enough, and he was finally restricted.

In the face of Yuan Wang, who was going all out, she could only defend, and she didn't even have a chance to fight back.

One, two, three......

There were countless cracks on the purple coffin.

The Demon Emperor Zimo, who was far away in the center of the battlefield, noticed all this, his face revealed a bit hideous, and his killing intent almost turned into substance.

Another blow, and the coffin behind Yuan Xi was shattered.

There was a small click, and the coffin collapsed instantly.

Seeing that Yuan Xi was about to fall into the coffin of the Demon Emperor, Lin Qi was anxious and couldn't bear it anymore, the imperial sword rushed straight into the air, and the small wooden sword on his back came out in response.

The wooden sword shuttled through the void, like thunder and lightning, blocking in front of Yuan Wang in the blink of an eye.

The tip of the black long sword collided with the wooden sword, and both the quality of the sword and the cultivation of the swordsman surpassed the latter by a lot.