It is not difficult to see from this sentence that Song Daoyuan is confident that he will take over Liu Xiachen's sword.

The fact that there is no one before does not mean that the world is invincible.

Song Daoyuan stretched out two fingers and flicked the blade of the sword, and around the sword blade, which was only half an arm long, rippled through layers of waves, very soft and quiet, but it blocked Liu Xiachen's long sword made of qi in front of his forehead six millimeters, which was quite a bit of Taoist Dali who overcame rigidity with softness.

Layers of sword qi waves continue to spread around, superimposed, from colorless to pure white, and then to dazzling, the qi and momentum are constantly increasing, a wave of swinging, the sea of fire calms down half an inch, and then a wave swings away, and the sea of fire calms down another half an inch, just like that, the sword fire incarnated by Liu Xiachen is reduced inch by inch.

"You, defeated!"

Song Daoyuan's second finger fell on the blade of the sword, and the silver spread out, leaving the surrounding blood, killing, sin, and dirt...... All of them were washed clean, the sky was blue like washing, the clouds were like raccoons, and among the people under the mountain, there were three people who stood up, it was Feng Zheng, Wei Zhongyang and Wang Yan, for them everything in front of them at this moment was like rain passing through the sky, and a devastating catastrophe passed temporarily.

Feng Zheng looked up, and the Song Daoyuan in his eyes was shining and white, and his body was surrounded by immortal rings, as if it was the light he was trying to see when he was desperate a few quarters of an hour ago.

"Okay, Song Daoyuan, I really didn't expect you to not only break through your state of mind, but also rise to such a level!"

The head is auspicious, the feet are stepping on the fairy bar, just like a myth, like a legend!

This kind of scene can only be done by the legendary peak of the Golden Immortal, Feng Zheng has seen a similar record in a book, but because he has not seen it with his own eyes after all, he is not very sure, maybe the actual situation is above the Golden Immortal!

Wang Yan and Wei Zhongyang were even more stunned, to a large extent, they had forgotten the environment they were in now, what they were going to do in the barren mountain, and they didn't even remember the bloody scene of the five thousand lightsabers just now, they just stared at the sky unconsciously, enjoying the glare of Song Daoyuan's aura.

At this time, Song Daoyuan also had time to look down.

As soon as he came to the barren mountain, Song Daoyuan noticed the tragic scene on the ground and Fengzheng with half a life left, but he still chose to break the enchantment first, because at that time, his sword qi and sword intent were the strongest.

Landing on the ground, Song Daoyuan looked at the three people, "Are you all right?"

Although he doesn't have a very good impression of Wang Yan, but at the moment, everyone is in the united front, and it is not appropriate for each other to hold prejudices, and besides, with Song Daoyuan's current transcendent cultivation realm, the kind of greed, hatred, jealousy, and hatred between mortals has long been cut off.

"It's okay!"

Wang Yan and Wei Zhongyang's answers were simple, Feng Zheng was different, he who almost entered the ghost gate did not change in the slightest, he was still a good talker, patted Song Daoyuan's weak body on the shoulder, and said, "If you come later, there may be something wrong, but I didn't expect that you could actually reach such a realm." ”

In the past, Song Daoyuan was the leader of the kendo in the world, but now, it is a hundred generations, and it can be said that it is difficult for the younger generations to have a character who photographed him on the beach.

Feng Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey, don't waste time, hurry up and break the enchantment, it's better to end it early, so as not to have too many dreams at night!"

Song Daoyuan touched his eyebrows and said, "This matter is not in a hurry, Liu Xiachen's appearance is too timely, and the time won is enough for Emperor Yuan to strengthen this enchantment, and now, even I can't break it." ”

"Just kidding, you can't break it, who can break it, you can think clearly, Zheng Xiangxuan, Xu Mo, especially Ma Ruixin, they are all on the mountain, if you don't break the enchantment, they will be finished." Feng Zheng's mood became panicked again, he, Wei Zhongyang, and Wang Yan were all exhausted in their spiritual power, and they could only put all their hopes on Song Daoyuan's shoulders.

Emperor Yuan, who was sitting in front of the cave, was indifferent, and Liu Xiachen's death had nothing to do with him in the first place.

It's just that he can't figure out why Liu Xiachen asks for death, because of the patience and suffering of life and death charms in the past five years, he only needs to hold on for two more days now, maybe he can really give the antidote with great mercy, why do he have to ask for death?

Of course, he was laughing at Liu Xiachen, and Liu Xiachen was also laughing at him before he died.

The kind of great life and death concept that pursues swordsmanship, the kind of belief that is supreme, how can he understand it.

Emperor Yuan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the present.

Now in the entire line segment with eight vertices, only the seventh and eighth points were pressed with stones—the magic force of five or six vertices had already allowed him to use it to strengthen the barrier.

But even so, there was still no nervousness on his face, and he was obviously very confident in the killing technique that could be touched by the seventh and eighth folds, his gaze was far to the east, and the corner of his mouth murmured, "Song Daoyuan, you are interesting." ”

Next, muttering to himself turned into ruthless words, and said in a thick voice, "Song Daoyuan, since you know that you can't break my enchantment, leave quickly, otherwise, you will be wiped out." ”

Listening to these words echoing in his ears, Feng Zheng couldn't help but scold, "Phew, if my cultivation is still there, see how I clean you up." ”

Song Daoyuan's pupils shrank, and he said, "You don't have a cultivation now, if this formation has a powerful killing technique again, it is likely to hurt you, so it's better to stand back, no matter what happens, I will carry it." ”

What Song Daoyuan said was the truth, as long as there was a slight fluctuation in the spiritual power of their physical bodies, they would be at risk of being wiped out, so they had to retreat.

As a result, Song Daoyuan held the sword alone, facing the enchantment shrouded in barren mountains and Xiaoxiang Langjun and others who could be killed at any time in ambush in the shadows.

In front of the cave, Emperor Yuan picked up the stone at the seventh turning point, triggering the seventh killing technique.

Unlike before, the surface of the barrier has not changed in any way, and no anomalies have appeared.

is about to start the confrontation, but it is much quieter!

Song Daoyuan used his divine sense to probe the surroundings, except for the barren mountains protected by the enchantment, which could not detect movement, the rest of the thousands of miles could be seen and heard, and he could be sure that there was no hidden killing intent in the outside world.

In this case, the real killing power may only be revealed when the attack is launched.

With this thought, Song Daoyuan waved his white sleeves, and the long sword in his hand floated in front of him, turning quickly, and soon a layer of purple and cyan sword fire was attached to the surface of the blade, and with the urging of his mind, he quickly poked towards the formation enchantment around the barren mountain.

"Whoosh!"

"Gollum!"

Then came the strange moment of witnessing, half of the sword disappeared into the air along with the sword fire, leaving behind only the sound of snoring that resembled bubbles rising from the bottom of the water.

It's like a sword falling into the water, deep into the sea.

"What's going on!"

Song Daoyuan saw the police sword disappear out of thin air, and he was stunned for a while, but when he came back to his senses, he could still clearly feel the existence of the police sword spirit, which proved that the police sword was still there.

The eyes clearly saw the disappearance of the police sword, like a mud cow being completely devoured in the sea, and the divine consciousness was able to perceive its existence, and the gap between vision and feeling was really incomprehensible!

"What's going on!"

Song Daoyuan rolled up dozens of stones with his sleeves and attacked towards the barren mountain barrier.

The same phenomenon occurred, and dozens of stones disappeared again out of thin air.

"What the hell is going on?"

The spell triggered by this seventh vertex seems to be able to devour all attacks.

"If that's the case, even if you use all your spiritual power to launch the strongest blow, you still won't be able to create an enchantment. Song Daoyuan understood that if he couldn't find out the mystery and just blindly launched an attack, it would be nothing more than a waste of strength, he wanted to try to attack from other directions, and the final result was still - being devoured!

Feng Zheng, who was standing in the distance, frowned like a twisted twist, and couldn't figure out the reason, even though Emperor Yuan's enchantment was from another world, but Song Daoyuan's cultivation at the moment was also beyond the ability of the characters in this world, even if it couldn't be broken, there should always be a little crack, what the hell is it that has no effect at all, and it is a little serious to break away from reality.

He put his hands in front of his mouth to amplify his voice and said, "Song Daoyuan, I'll help you." ”

As he spoke, he ran towards Song Daoyuan, in terms of secret methods and occult techniques, Feng Zheng considered himself to be an outstanding scholar, even if he lost his memory of this aspect, what about the formations of the other world?

In front of the barren mountain cave, Emperor Yuan was very satisfied with the current situation, the spell touched by the seventh turning point obviously had an effect, watching the sun gradually sink in the west, he knew that the fifteenth Yuan Festival was coming, and he had lived in Tai'an for a long time, and Emperor Yuan still had some yearning for the lanterns in the city.

Shangyuan Festival, the city is full of lanterns, yes, when he goes back, he must let his world have this thing!

Tonight's Shangyuan Festival, tomorrow night to shoot the sun and stars, there are still twenty-four hours, as long as he holds on, he will be able to go home, according to the current situation, the illusion of the seventh turning point is very successful, and this is only the seventh point, if Song Daoyuan peeps through the mystery to break the illusion, he still has the eighth turning point available, no matter what, it will not be too much pressure to keep the twenty-four hours.

He looked up at the westbound sun, expecting dusk to come, expecting night to fall.

"Song Daoyuan, you have a big sword move, and I have a big spell. ”

And when Emperor Yuan was looking at the sunset, on the peak of the mountain where Xu Mo had stayed before, two figures, one black and one white, were looking at Xu Mo who had fainted on the ground, and looked seriously, the two of them were the black and white immortals who went to Yongle Palace to send Xu Mo an invitation to the Immortal Appreciation Conference.

The barren mountains as a whole were shrouded in Emperor Yuan's enchantment, and no one knew how they got in.

The white-clothed immortal had a flat face, and he couldn't see his inner emotions, so he said flatly, "Shall we help him?" ”

The black-clothed immortal shook his head and said, "Don't make a move, you forgot what the master said, in addition to assessing Xu Mo on this trip, we can't do anything else related to everything, we can only watch and can't make a move, besides, we came in in the way of illusion clones, and our own cultivation has been greatly reduced, if you want to help him, you have to do it with Emperor Yuan, and the odds are not great!"

"Okay!" the white-clothed immortal only said two words, and then there was no more silence.