"What an amazing breath, this son must have been hidden by a certain big sect Xue Hidden disciple, no accident, he will definitely step into the Yuan Baby. If you don't get rid of it at this time, it will definitely be a great disaster in the future. The gloomy man thought to himself in his heart, and then shot even more ruthlessly.

And the other six Jindan monks were the same, they all stopped keeping their hands one after another, and they did their best to press the box. All of a sudden, the wind and clouds were stirred, and the aura of heaven and earth rolled out, and they did not dare to survive! Within a radius of thousands of zhang, it became a vacuum, and only the breath emitted by the various strong men was steaming.

The wise man took out a red folding fan with three mountains and rivers painted on it. This person sprayed a mouthful of blood on the fan, and then pinched the magic trick, and a thousand feet of the phantom of a mountain appeared, heading towards Luo Yuan to suppress it.

Luo Yuan's eyes were cold, and he didn't make a move, but the body of the indifferent distraction magic technique, instantly changed his form and shadow, and opened the mountain with a sword!

"Poof," the wise man's calligraphy was broken, and he was immediately counterattacked, and he retreated a few steps in succession, his eyes full of incredulity. And Luo Yuan's body of Desert Flow Distraction Divine Technique naturally would not let go of the other party, and the sword momentum did not stop, turning into a gray rainbow, wanting to intercept and kill the wise man.

The man's eyes were no longer wise, and there was endless fear. He could feel that if the sword was hit, he would surely die.

"Bell", the sound of gold and stone intersecting filled all directions, and the wise man spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body shot out dozens of feet, but it was no big deal.

At the last moment, the middle-aged beautiful woman sacrificed a treasure umbrella draped in the glow and blocked the long sword.

"Poof", the middle-aged beauty vomited blood and retreated, her body trembling slightly. With her cultivation, it was not easy to block Luo Yuan's full blow. However, it was the success that made the wise man pass the catastrophe.

Just when Luo Yuan's clone had gone to the old power and the new power was not born, the white-haired old man moved.

The white-haired old man, his eyes emitted blue light, like fire and electricity, and when he crossed it, even the space faintly showed a black trace. The white-haired old man let out a long roar, and the spirit of his whole body was compressed and condensed, gathered in his fist, and blasted out towards Luo Yuan.

"Roar", when the punch came out, a blue phantom rushed out, it was an ancient desolate beast transfiguration. This beast is ten zhang in size, like a cow, with two wings on its back, and a blue flame rising outside its body. In addition to the flames, there is a trace of thunder swimming, which is extremely amazing.

In the face of such an astonishing attack, even Luo Yuan couldn't help but shrink his pupils, and he didn't dare to shake it. You must know that as a sword cultivator, the most powerful thing is the power of attack, even if it is the fragile body of an ordinary monk, the sword cultivation is extremely powerful.

But at this time, Luo Yuan was only transformed by the deity's Desert Flow Distraction Divine Technique, and he couldn't bear it at all. Don't say it's a doppelganger, even the deity that is fighting with the Yin Man in the distance, and it is difficult to fight against it. The power of this punch is still above the opening sword of Na Luo Yuan!

Seeing this scene, Luo Yuan knew that he couldn't resist it. So, a small purple flag was taken out of the storage bag and thrown at the clone.

After the clone took it, he pressed his palm on the small flag, and the sword intent poured into it. When he landed, the purple light was flourishing, and the mist was rising, like a god descending into the world and sheltering his body. The beast transformed by the white-haired old man slammed into the purple mang, but it didn't make the slightest sound, and gradually melted away.

This scene was something that all the cultivators had never imagined, including Luo Yuan. These magic weapons are all given by Taihua, he only knows the extraordinary, but he doesn't understand what it does. At the moment, just offering one at random is extremely terrifying.

And the cultivators, including the gloomy man, had a gloomy face. They besieged Luo Yuan with the strength of seven people, and they couldn't fight for a long time, and they didn't even get the slightest advantage.

Now that Luo Yuan has such a magic weapon to protect himself, he is afraid that it will be difficult for them to even break the defense. The strength of the white-haired old man is only below the deputy sect master, but the strength of the physical body is above it.

The seven of them are all old monsters who have been practicing for many years, and their minds are deep, so they get out in an instant, and the seven of them get together. And Luo Yuan also retracted his clone, stepped into the air, and looked at each other quietly.

The seven people are hesitant, gloomy, greedy, and red-eyed. Not to mention anything else, it was the small flag that Luo Yuan had just used, and it was definitely not something that the Jindan monk could have. If it is placed in the Liyuan Sect, it can be the treasure of the Zhenzong Sect.

Luo Yuan carried his hands on his back, and the Spirit Slashing Sword and the small purple flag floated beside him, looking indifferent. In this battle, he can be said to have exhausted all his means and exerted all his skills. In this battle, he was defeated by one enemy and seven enemies, and he almost killed a Jindan monk, which was amazing.

"That simple evil old monster was killed by you. The gloomy man spoke calmly, but he was taking this opportunity to calm the spiritual power surging in his body.

"Yes, you are strong enough to fight me with all your might. Luo Yuan responded indifferently, he knew that the other party was delaying the opportunity, and he also knew that there was a strong man in the Yuan Yuan Sect who was breaking through the Yuan Infant. But he is fearless, just because behind him, he is a Taihua!

"You will cultivate into the old man's body, so that the old man can have a stick of incense and step into the half-step Yuanying. In this way, kill this son, and the hand will be captured. The gloomy man did not respond, but secretly transmitted the message to the other six strong men.

The six of them looked at each other, and then injected their cultivation into the body of the Yin Crane man.

Luo Yuan's face was expressionless, but his momentum had not diminished, and the Killing Dao was about to be cast. If you kill the way, you must see blood, whether it is the other party's or your own.

"Boom", the cultivation of the seven people was condensed and perfected, and the gloomy man took a step forward suddenly, and his figure disappeared. Then, an extremely abrupt appearance appeared in front of Luo Yuan, and a punch was blasted out, and it was only three feet away from Luo Yuan.

Just as the furious power of destruction came, the small purple flag shone brightly, and suddenly appeared in front of Luo Yuan, blocking the punch.

A frenzied force swept all around, as if it was about to swallow Luo Yuan and tear it apart mercilessly. The purple light enveloped Luo Yuan, like an ancient god casting a miracle to protect his body. It is like an immeasurable light, a thousand rays of color, sweeping away the power of destruction, protecting its vitality from damage.

"Very strong, similar to the strength of Ma Dongyu, who hit me hard at the beginning. Back then, I was not Ma Dongyu's opponent, and now, although I am still invincible, I at least have the strength to resist. Luo Yuan's gaze flickered, the other party's transformation just now was said to have touched the teleportation power of the Yuanying Cultivator. However, after all, it still failed to reach, and there are still traces to follow.

Luo Yuan patted the storage bag, his murderous intent was moved, and there was no need to keep his hand. In an instant, seven long swords emerged. These seven long swords are colorful colors, and each one is not weaker than the slashing spirit. The seven swords are one, and it has the power of ancient treasures.

This is a set of powerful magic weapons, still above the small purple flag.

However, in an instant, the seven long swords were raised by Luo Yuan and rushed towards the Yin Man.

"Stop!" At this moment, an old and ethereal voice came from the depths of the Liyuan Sect with anger.