Starflow City is about 100 miles to the north, deep into the Heixuan Mountains, there is a quiet valley, the valley is full of green bamboo, and there are mountain springs flowing, many birds and beasts walk leisurely in the meantime, a good group of quiet and leisurely natural scenery.

However, at this time, all kinds of light shone in mid-air, and dozens of monks or imperial envoys, or drumming up true qi, stood in the air. Look down at this little valley.

"This is it. Yin Chunqiu, the Great Enshriner of Starflow City, raised his hand and pointed to the valley under his feet, and a dark blue light shot out, heading straight for the center of the valley. The dark blue light was not fast, but it brought up water ripples in mid-air, like layers of waves roaring down, smashing into the valley.

With Yin Chunqiu's blow, the scenery of the entire valley shook for a moment, and then returned to calm. The spring water is still flowing, and the birds and animals are still leisurely.

"Thousands of inspirations, thousands of shadows!" the black-robed monk's eyes were hot, "What are you waiting for, let's start quickly." ”

Sun Mingjue, the city lord of Starstream City, smiled slightly, and opened his mouth to order, "Begin." ”

With his order, the monks behind him changed their positions and arranged their formations. After the formation was completed, they each operated their true qi, converging their true qi on the six condensing monk monks, and raising the aura of these six people again.

The monks are dressed in different costumes, and they belong to many parties, and this formation is not very skillful in arrangement. Therefore, the main line of the formation was formed by the largest number of Starstream City armor guards, and the rest of the monks filled it, mainly for the purpose of providing true qi.

When the power of the formation was fully exerted, the aura of the six condensing monks was pushed to the maximum. Yin Chunqiu took the lead, and the dark blue light poured out like the raging waves of the sea, which was never the same as before.

The deep blue waves filled almost the entire valley, and the tranquil scenery finally could not be maintained, and it exploded into a piece of spiritual light. The spiritual light is rising, or turning into a beast, or acting in the landscape, changing uncertainly. Suddenly, the aura gathered, like a long river going upstream. Sweep away all the dark blue waves.

However, at this time, the second Condensing Monk had also made a move, and a small blue and blue flag appeared in his hand, and with a wave of it forward, he saw the Dao Dao Thunder Light breaking through the air, shattering the long river of spiritual light that rose to the sky.

The river is broken, and the aura is followed by regeneration and change. The spiritual light was scattered, like the wind and mist, as if it was pervasive, but the slightest wisp of it, and there was a fierce sword intent hidden, which made the monks feel like a man on their backs from afar.

The third contemplative monk raised a feather fan and threw it into the air. Layers of flames swept into the sky like red clouds, sweeping away the sky like silky spiritual light. In the depths of the fire cloud, there seemed to be an electric light flickering, but after all, it was unsustainable and completely extinguished.

It was only at this time that everyone finally broke the aura formation of the Transfiguration Valley. Reveal the true view below.

It's a nondescript complex. Halls and pavilions, pavilions and water pavilions are all available. However, no matter what kind of building is gray, and many of them are dilapidated, it can be said that it is difficult to attract attention at all in the mundane.

But in the eyes of the monks, this dilapidated building has a different kind of attraction. Ancient famous family, Spirit Sword Sect. A few short words made the monks' eyes burn.

It's just that there is a layer of unpredictable light curtain on this complex. Although it is dim and meager enough, it may not be able to be broken in a short period of time.

Another contemplation monk made a move, and this one pinched the magic technique with both hands, and pushed forward, and saw a huge jade-like palm print condensed, and it was imprinted in the air.

The huge palm print was extremely heavy, but as soon as Fang touched that layer of faint light, he saw it swaying and changing, like an illusion and an illusion. The giant palm is imprinted on it, just like hitting cotton, and it is weak and powerless.

In an instant, the light curtain suddenly vibrated violently. The palm print was close to it, and under the influence of its shock, layers of force seeped in, and in just one breath, the huge palm print was full of cracks, and then shattered.

The monk who shot suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, but he was caught off guard, and subconsciously controlled his own spell, but was hurt by the power of the concussion.

"This spiritual sword intent, when attacking, is ever-changing, and it is very mysterious. The same is true when it comes to defense. And between square inches, the method that changes with the situation. In my opinion, it is even better than the high-to-go and multi-faceted freehand. Sun Mingjue said with a smile, "Zheng Daoyou, you first recuperate your injuries." If you want to crack this clever sword formation, you have to look at Senior Brother Luo's methods. ”

The black-robed monk on the side was unaware of these words. He narrowed his eyes slightly, not knowing where he was looking. The surging spiritual power gathered from the formation was further condensed and gathered by him into the long sword under his feet.

He just stood in the air, half loud and didn't move. But suddenly, the essence light in his eyes burst out, and the sword light under his feet skyrocketed, merging with himself, turning into an extremely condensed and extremely sharp dark red sword light, breaking through the air.

When the sword light rises, the light curtain changes immediately, but the power of the sword light is extremely condensed and the power is restrained. It is difficult to make a contribution to the change of the light curtain for a while.

The change was hard to make, and the light curtain was violently distorted. A spiral aura rose into the sky, and it was actually condensation to condensation, and edge to edge.

At this moment, Sun Mingjue took a step forward. His luxurious brocade robe suddenly shattered, revealing a set of golden armor inside. He raised his right hand and pressed it down. A golden-scaled claw appeared out of thin air, clawing down fiercely.

The dark red sword light, the spiral spiritual light, the dim light curtain, and even the small half of the ruins were shattered together.

The faces of several Condensing Cultivators in the formation changed suddenly, and the two of them immediately urged the light to rush out of the formation. The dark blue waves emerged, and the fan-holding monk waved the feather fan in his hand with all his might, but its connection with the formation was severed, the mana plummeted, and the flames from the fan were extinguished in an instant. He was swept by the deep blue waves, almost turning into mud.

The monk surnamed Zheng had been slightly injured before, and his reaction was a little slow, and he was swept by a sword light, but it was the master of the Yuhua Sect who made a move.

Only the monk with the thunder flag in his hand rushed out, and as he fled, he turned back in a hurry, but he was facing a pair of indifferent eyes.

Layers of sword light unfolded, like flying feathers floating in the sky. The monk holding the thunder flag in his hand desperately waved the small flag in his hand, and rushed out of the place covered by the sword feathers with thunder and light around him, but he flew not far away, and the flesh and blood on his body fell in pieces, and his true qi collapsed, and he finally fell down.

"The Holy Envoy's swordsmanship has become more and more powerful. Sun Mingjue still had a smile on his face, and he said to the Yuhua Gate that he would not give up his compliments.

Zhang Buqi indifferently put away his sword and turned his head to look at the ground.

The black-robed monk fell to the ground in embarrassment, his limbs twisting unnaturally. The natal sword broke in two and fell into the dirt. However, the two disciples he brought with him reacted quickly enough to rush out of the formation as soon as possible, each holding a long sword at this time, protecting him in front of him. The condensing disciples brought by the other people were all trapped in the formation, and they were strangled by the armored guards in the formation at the slightest movement.

"City Lord Sun, why is this so?" the black-robed monk asked, as if he was seriously injured and dying, but the feelings in his words were much richer than before.

"When you enter my Holy Sect, you will naturally know. Zhang Buqi replied indifferently, "Sun Protector, Yin Protector, and I haven't crossed Luo Daoyou into my Holy Sect." ”

Hearing him call out his name, Sun Mingjue, Yin Chunqiu hurriedly answered. Both of them are monks who have been contemplating for many years, but they are quite deferential in front of Zhang Buqi, a monk who has attained true perfection.

"Senior Brother Luo, I'm offended. Sun Mingjue still had a warm smile falling from the sky. The two disciples dressed in black and white impermanence straightened forward with their long swords, and they didn't seem to be afraid at all.

"A good disciple trained by Senior Brother Luo. Sun Mingjue praised it, but he didn't take it to heart. Now that he has the power bonus of the formation, can just two Nazhen monks turn the sky upside down?

"City Lord Sun, although the ancestors of your family are limited by their talents, it is difficult to see the avenue. But the heart of the Tao is still quite firm. Perhaps because of the return to the light, Senior Brother Luo looked directly at Sun Mingjue who was slowly stepping forward at this time, and he talked more.

"Yes, since the ancestors, the monks of my grandson family have limited talents. Therefore, Mingjie had to find another way. Besides, practicing Shinto and getting feedback from the Divine Lord, and Senior Brother Luo's gathering of blood and fire to forge swords are both sideways, what is the difference. Sun Mingjue's smile grew, "Senior Brother Luo, let's take refuge in the Holy Sect together." ”

"Yes, it's all sideways. So Sun Mingjue, you can't help but be too careless, aren't you?" Sun Mingjue was shaken by it, and his thoughts were blurred for a while, and he could only hear the sky and the world in his ears, and the shouting and cheering continued. The figure of the black-robed monk in front of him suddenly became illusory, and then divided into three. Two fell on the two disciples in front of him, wrapped the two of them and rose to the sky, one turned into a sharp sword intent, and the distance of more than ten zhang suddenly passed, and it was already slashed in front of him.

Sun Mingjue suddenly burst into disgrace, and the golden armor on his body was magnificent. The power of the formation was all drawn and gathered in front of him, forming a golden curtain wall.

However, when the sharp sword intent slashed in front of him, it suddenly shattered, and pieces of sword light intertwined into a fine net. The "silk thread" shook, the "net" tightened, and the golden curtain wall shattered.

"Spiritual Sword Intent!" swept the net over his body, and this thought flashed through Sun Mingjue's mind. At the same time, Zhang Buqi in the sky also shouted out this name.

"Not good. Zhang Buqi shouted angrily, and the long sword was unsheathed and slashed at a ray of light that seemed to be fleeing. But his cultivation was one level behind after all, and his reaction was a little slower, and he saw those two rays of light explode together. Thousands of rays of light actually rushed into the formation in the face of his sword light.

"Kill them all. Zhang Buqi immediately ordered, but he was one step too late.

Thousands of rays of light were uncertain, or sharp and condensed, or side-attacked, although there was a huge gap between the strength and Zhang Buqi's sword, but still when most of it was erased, it rushed into the formation. The remaining dozens of rays of light were aimed at one by one, falling on the monks trapped in the formation, and then a dozen rays of light burst out together, breaking through the formation and throwing them in all directions.

"The day before yesterday, I said that the sword intent of the master of Zhangmen was not bad, but today I looked at it, but I lost my eyes. The black-robed monk's voice came from all directions, and his tone was full of sarcasm.

"He's just in the realm of condensation, where does he have the ability to be so different? At most, there is only one true body. Yin Chunqiu stepped forward and spoke.

"Chase quickly, you can't let go of any of them!" Zhang Buqi could no longer maintain a cold expression on his face, and ordered through gritted teeth.