The Silver Cloud Breaking Spear is like a gun that destroys the world!

The spear has its own spirit, and it has not yet awakened, Qiao Yuan's refining time for this gun is too short to completely unify with the spirit of the instrument, and he has been recuperating in the dantian for several years, the spirit of this spear has established a deep connection with him, just one thought, he can be mobilized at will, and even he can give instructions to let the spirit of the machine control the silver spear to fight, and if the goal is not achieved, he will not stop.

Before he made the move, Qiao Yuan sent the Liuyin Cloud Breaking Spear into the Space Bead, and buried this trick, not for Song Lin, nor for the ancestor of the Song family, but to kill the head of the Song family with one blow.

Except for those Jindan period monks who were integrated into the formation, there were five people here, there were three people in the Song family, Song Lin was not afraid, the Song family elder cultivated to the late Yuan Infant stage, Qiao Yuan was not afraid, but he was worried about Ling Wanchen.

In case when he fought with the ancestor of the Song family, the patriarch of the Song family would not come to deal with him, but instead turned to attack Ling Wanchen, with his cultivation in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, even if he had a bloodline suppression, he would not have the slightest chance of winning.

Therefore, in order to have no worries, he must first get rid of the Song family patriarch, as for the previous attack on Song Lin, it was just to attract the attention of the ancestor of the Song family, so as to create an opportunity, so that the Liuyin Cloud Breaking Spear could have the effect of killing with one hit.

This killing move, the ancestor of the Song family did not expect it, and the patriarch of the Song family did not expect it.

The first is that the ancestor of the Song family thinks that his strength is far superior to Qiao Yuan, and he disdains him in his heart, and the second is that Qiao Yuan uses killing Song Lin as a guide, so that he can take care of one and lose the other, and he lacks skills, among the two, he has to give up one person, and if he wants to keep them all, he must pay some price.

The elder of the Song family was shocked, looking at the silver light that was extremely fast, the hairs on his whole body stood on end, and a strong sense of life and death crisis made him breathe.

However, he is also the head of the clan, what kind of scene has not been seen, but he panicked for a moment, then forcibly suppressed the shock of his heart, raised his hand and pressed it on his chest, a mouthful of hot blood spurted out, dyed with nine black shields that flew out, and formed a strong defense in an instant.

Just like this, it didn't make the Song family patriarch feel at ease, on the contrary, his expression became more and more solemn as the silver spear approached, but the speed of the spear was too fast, and with its strength, it could arrange such a defense at the earliest.

The Song family ancestor's expression instantly became gloomy, and he roared, and at the moment when he punched Qiao Yuan back, a small white bone snake flew out of his sleeve and blocked in front of the Song family patriarch.

In his feelings, the aura emanating from the silver spear was too amazing, not to mention the nine-sided black shield, even if the Song family patriarch used all the defensive means, he might not be able to resist it, and for the sake of safety, he had to give up the bone sword to save the life of the Song family patriarch.

With a click, in the blink of an eye, before the hundred-foot-long bone worm could exude its might, it was instantly pierced by a silver light as fast as lightning, and the sound of bone cracking came out with a bang, followed by its terrible and painful roar, which was deafening.

The Liuyin Cloud Breaking Spear was castrated, and it burst open nine small black shields, and when the last shield was broken, the silver light on it dimmed seventy percent, Rao was so, and the only remaining thirty percent of the power of that shot fell on the Song family patriarch, and immediately knocked it out, blood sprayed wildly, and the clothes were torn, revealing the flesh and blood blurred shoulders.

He gripped the tip of the gun tightly with both hands, blood dripping down his wrists, and his whole body seemed to crawl over the edge of the gates of hell, his black hair was messy and embarrassed, and there was a deep fear and a hint of happiness in his eyes.

If it hadn't been for the fact that the Bone Worm had just blocked a shot for him, giving him time to deflect two inches to the left, the shot would have pierced him in the chest instead of his shoulder, so even if he didn't die, he would have been seriously injured and unable to exert his full strength.

This scene is a long story, but it actually only happened in just one breath, and before Song Lin could react, he saw his father flying out of a hundred zhang away, kneeling on one knee, blood flowing all over the ground, like a dying person.

The silver spear buzzed, and he wanted to stab it again, completely killing him, but the ancestor of the Song family was already approaching, and he grabbed it in the air with his right hand and forcibly sucked it out.

"The gun is coming!" Qiao Yuan forcibly suppressed the strength that was shocked back by the Song family ancestor's punch, and let out a low shout, the Liuyin Cloud Breaking Spear once again exuded an amazing momentum, avoiding the Song family ancestor, as if cutting through the space, and instantly returned to his hand.

Looking at it intently, the bone skewer was churning on the ground, like a big fish coming ashore, dying and struggling, twisting its body, and the ground was roaring, and it seemed that the shot caused it a lot of damage, although it was not fatal, but it also lost its combat power.

Qiao Yuan was quite satisfied with this result, at least now the Song family ancestor was the only one who could pose a threat to Ling Wanchen, but with him, the Song family ancestor didn't want to hurt her a single hair.

"Little bastard, you are looking for death!"

The ancestor of the Song family gritted his teeth, took out a tripod-shaped magic weapon, and sent the Song family patriarch, Gu Yu, and Song Lin into it.

After doing this, he no longer had any reservations, and stepped on his feet suddenly, a powerful and earth-shattering force, which made Qiao Yuan's breath stagnate, and Ling Wanchen's face turned pale in an instant, but behind Qiao Yuan, she still stubbornly straightened her back and did not take a step back.

"Be careful!"

As soon as the coercion dissipated, Qiao Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he let out a low sigh, his body moved forward rapidly, and in an instant, the Yueyu armor condensed out, the God of War technique operated synchronously, the power of qi and blood was condensed in his right fist, and a vague phantom of his right arm appeared behind him.

Ling Wanchen wanted to make a move together, but was forcibly stopped by Qiao Yuan with his eyes.

It's really that today's ancestor of the Song family feels too terrifying, not to mention destroying the world, it is more than enough to kill a Yuan Infant early stage monk.

The two figures were so fast that they were almost impossible to see with the naked eye, Ling Wanchen's beautiful eyes were full of worry, but she had to retreat, she could only use the God of War technique to the extreme, so that the suppressive power of the bloodline gradually increased, and she couldn't do anything else.

Boom Boom!

The sound of continuous fist explosions was like a wave rolling, thunder roaring, in just a breath, Qiao Yuan and the ancestor of the Song family collided with eight punches, these eight fists punched to the flesh, all the strength was vented to the other party, in the end, Qiao Yuan was still invincible, a mouthful of blood sprayed wildly, fell to the ground upside down, and his right arm was almost shattered.

"Qiao Yuan!" Ling Wanchen immediately rushed forward and held him up, not daring to touch his half-crippled arm, his beautiful eyes were full of worry and distress.

"I'm fine. Although his body was in severe pain, Qiao Yuan still squeezed out a smile and comforted, after saying that, he hurriedly took out half of the emerald green bamboo, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times, and swallowed it immediately.

It was really that some time ago, he cultivated the God of War Trick and swallowed all the healing pills that replenished vitality, and before he could replenish it, he had to eat Dusheng bamboo raw, but fortunately, this bamboo has a wonderful effect, not only contains a lot of vitality, but also can treat external injuries.

Qiao Yuan here looked quite miserable, and the ancestor of the Song family over there was not much better, his body regressed a hundred zhang, fell to the ground, and directly trampled the earth within a radius of dozens of zhang, a mouthful of blood gushed up his throat, but he was forcibly pressed down, and finally the corner of his mouth only overflowed with a trace of blood, and his face was slightly ruddy.

"The second vein of the god of war,...... It's a pity, if you have cultivated the three veins, the old man thinks that he is not as good, but now,...... You give me death!"

The ancestor of the Song family gritted his teeth and stared at Qiao Yuan, with a rare show in his eyes, not to mention cultivation, from the physical aspect alone, Qiao Yuan did enter his eyes.

After the words were finished, the Song family ancestor's strong cultivation that far surpassed the Yuanying Great Perfection completely erupted, rolling up the surrounding sand and gravel dust, setting off a monstrous storm, just the momentum was enough to make the late Yuanying monk tremble physically and mentally, and it was difficult to give birth to the mind of resistance.

But Qiao was far from an ordinary late Yuan Infant cultivator, although the pressure was great, he still quickly stabilized his mind, his cultivation was running, and the moon power exploded, and a thick layer of clouds and mist immediately condensed around his body.

With the experience of cultivating with Yuechan, Qiao Yuan no longer had the slightest scruples about casting the Moon Rising Sky Technique.

The clouds opened and saw the moon, the moon rose and broke through the clouds, a round of bright moon slowly rose into the sky, the cold was amazing, even the ancestor of the Song family couldn't help but jump in his heart when he saw the bright moon, and remembered a long-standing rumor about the April Peak of the Moon River Sect.

But now is not the time to think too much, the Rising Moon and Sky Technique is not bad, and his Blood Ghost Dry Heart Skill is not an unpopular technique.

Qi and blood flowed, the heart beat faster, and a trace of blood mist drilled out from the pores of the Song family ancestor's body, and in an instant, a blood-colored skull the size of a hundred zhang was condensed in front of him, exuding a monstrous ferocious aura.

This move, Qiao Yuan had seen it in the Wanzhan Mountain Range before, if he hadn't decisively used the Dark Moon Seal, and wanted to defeat it unscathed, it would have been impossible.

At this moment, seeing the ancestor of the Song family perform this trick, although his expression is still so solemn, the pressure is not as huge as before, and the bright moon suddenly bursts into a bright light, gathered together, and shines on the blood-colored skull.

In just a few breaths, it could be seen that the ice condensed on it, but with the low roar of the Song family ancestor, more and more blood-colored mist merged into the skull, and the skull of Baizhang raised its head to the sky and roared, and the ice collapsed, turning into a bloody light, splitting the bright moonlight, and heading straight for Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan's eyes widened suddenly, and a sense of vitality crisis appeared in his heart, if he couldn't resist it, he would definitely lose today.

In other places, he could still find a way to escape, but here, the surrounding area was sealed by the formation, and there was no movement outside, thinking that this formation was extremely strong, and it was difficult for people outside to break it in a short time.

Thinking like this, Qiao Yuan had no way to retreat, but to fight to the death,...... Fight to the death.

Taking a deep breath, he suddenly closed his eyes, his mind completely sank into his body, and the moon-white mist covered his figure again, and the meaning of the Xuan Xuan made the ancestor of the Song family frown for no reason.

"The methods of this little bastard are endless, and there are many dreams at night, and there is no delay in delay. ”

With a cold snort, the ancestor of the Song family showed decisiveness in his eyes, his right hand became a claw, and he actually buckled his heart, as if he was pinching his heart through the flesh and skin, and kept squeezing.

The stronger and stronger qi and blood power emanated, turning into a blood mist along its pores and merging into the blood-colored skull, in just three or four breaths, the blood-colored skull skyrocketed to the size of a thousand zhang, and the momentum was amazing, it seemed to be several times stronger than the momentum of the ancestor of the Song family himself.

A piercing sound that was as piercing as the roar of a hellish demon resounded through the place, reaching Ling Wanchen's ears, making her face turn pale in an instant, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, and her expression withered.

The skull opened its bloody mouth and quickly approached the moon-white mist, first swallowing the bright moon in one gulp, and then falling rapidly, swallowing the large mist again.

At this moment, the moon-white mist surged rapidly, revealing Qiao Yuan's figure again, his closed eyes also opened suddenly, and the dazzling moonlight suddenly burst out, turning this area into a pure white world in an instant, and there was no other color.

If you really want to say that there is, it is the two rounds of crescent moon that have appeared in the distance at some point, not big, like a pair of bright eyes, chilling the heart.