Qiao Yuan let out a low snort, and with a wave of his big sleeves forward, those wind knives as thin as cow's hair condensed into a whirlwind, fusing with the wind that blocked the eight fire rings.

As soon as the two winds fused, the eight rings of fire shook even more violently, and then the sparks on them that were burning the prairie quickly disintegrated.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly when he saw that his spell was about to be broken.

Although his Burning Plains Fire Circle Technique is not a powerful spell, even a monk of the same level must use a defensive magic weapon to resist when he encounters it.

But today, he was easily resolved by Qu Yunwei, and now he was broken by this kid in the early stage of Jindan with a strange wind, which made him a little unacceptable to him, who had always regarded himself very highly.

Could it be that the younger generation of the Moon River Sect is so strong?

When the middle-aged man thought of this, he was even more determined to not let go of the two.

He glanced at Qu Yunwei, who was taken away by Bai Yue, and saw that they were just standing on the edge of the sandbar watching the battle, and he was slightly relieved.

If Qu Yunwei ran away directly regardless of this kid, he really felt a little tricky.

Qiao Yuanyuan saw that the circle of fire was no longer in the climate, so he reached out and took out a silver long sword, and with a light footstep, he rushed towards the middle-aged man at an extremely fast speed.

"Sword cultivation?"

The middle-aged man's eyes froze, seeing that Qiao Yuan did not control the long-range attack of the long sword, but rushed towards him with a sword, and his face showed a trace of doubt.

But in just an instant, that trace of doubt was dispelled, and he saw that Qiao Yuan did not have the momentum of sword cultivation on his body.

However, for the sake of prudence, the middle-aged man still did not plan to fight Qiao Yuan in close quarters, after all, his cultivation was two small realms higher than Qiao Yuan, and he had a greater advantage than fighting spells, so there was no need to take risks.

Thinking of this, he waved the big sleeves of the python robe again, pinched out a strange seal with both hands, and the spiritual power of his whole body surged wildly, and a powerful coercion in the late stage of Jindan spread out.

With this coercion, if it were an ordinary Jindan early stage cultivator, he would also be under great pressure, but Qiao Yuan didn't hear it, and still kept his speed and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

Red sparks resurfaced around the middle-aged man, and this time, those sparks were densely packed and counted, looking like fireworks in the sky.

The middle-aged man's right hand swayed from side to side in front of him, making a strange movement, and then the sparks seemed to be pulled and moved in unison with his right hand.

"Condensation!"

The middle-aged man let out a low sigh, and those sparks actually swam with his right hand, and they quickly coalesced, and in an instant, those sparks looked like a solid fire snake.

The fire snake rotated, connected end to end, and formed a fire ring again, the middle-aged man pushed forward with his right hand, and the fire ring disappeared instantly, and when it reappeared, it had already reached the top of Qiao Yuan's head.

"Scatter!"

The middle-aged man's right hand pointed towards the circle of fire, and let out a low shout again, and then saw that the circle of fire scattered into countless sparks, covering a hundred feet of land.

However, those sparks still maintained the appearance of a circle, pressing directly towards Qiao Yuan.

Qiao Yuan was shocked in his heart, although this spell was also in the form of a fire ring, it was not comparable to the previous eight fire circles.

He felt a powerful spiritual power fluctuation on it, and he was afraid that as long as he was restrained by that ring of fire, even if he was a late-stage Jindan monk, he would turn into a cloud of ashes in an instant.

Before he had time to think about it, the ten wind cyclones behind Qiao Yuan instantly condensed out, and the speed increased dozens of times and rushed towards the outside of the range of the fire ring.

But the circle of fire was originally large, and under the control of the middle-aged man, it quickly followed Qiao Yuan, and the trend of falling became faster and faster.

Qiao Yuan fell towards the ground and rushed into the distance, seeing that there was no way to avoid it, he had to sit cross-legged on the ground and quickly run the six poles.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man saw Qiao Yuan sitting down cross-legged, his eyes flashed, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face, he would not think that Qiao Yuan was ready to close his eyes and wait for death like the Great Han Dao people.

There was a crackling sound, and the dense trees burned violently before they could touch the sparks, but in an instant, the trees turned into black ash and fell downward.

Just as the Martian circle was approaching Qiao Yuan's five zhang, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted from inside Qiao Yuan's body, and then six golden rune shields drilled out of his body.

The golden light quickly dissipated, but Qiao Yuan did not stop gesticulating, and a trace of moon-white mist poured out of his clothes, covering his whole body in an instant.

In just a moment, those moon-white mist shrank in unison, condensing a pair of moon-white armor on Qiao Yuan's body.

The armor was warm and smooth, without a trace of water chestnut, clinging to his body, wrapping Qiao Yuan's not very strong body perfectly.

There was also a dark crescent moon behind the armor, adding a touch of mystery to his heroic and resolute temperament.

This technique is the secret technique of defense recorded in the Moon Without Trace Inheritance, the Moon Armor Technique.

At this moment, Qiao Yuan was wearing moon-white armor, holding a silver long sword, and there were six golden rune shields around his body.

The whole person looks heroic and sassy, like a war immortal descending to the mortal world, and his momentum is soaring.

Qu Yunwei, who was on the edge of the sandbar, saw Qiao Yuan now, her beautiful eyes were wide open, her eyes were full of brilliance, and her heart couldn't help beating violently.

The middle-aged man's expression in the sky changed suddenly, and his face showed a look of shock, not to mention the two defensive secret techniques that Qiao Yuan cast, that is, his current momentum, it was really amazing.

At the same time, the Martian circle approached Qiao Yuan's body, and the sound of banging kept coming out, and those Mars who wanted to get close to him were all blocked by the six rune shields.

However, there are too many sparks, and although the six rune shields are absolute defense, they can't resist the continuous burning.

However, in three breaths, the six rune shields around Qiao Yuan's body collapsed three times.

There was a solemn look in his eyes, and when he opened his mouth, a small golden shield the size of a palm appeared in front of him.

The little golden shield was long in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into the size of a zhang and held it up in the sky to defend him against the sparks that fell from the sky.

With these triple defenses, Qiao Yuan believes that these Mars still can't help himself.

The middle-aged man secretly marveled at the many-means and the strength of the magic weapon.

Without the slightest hesitation, he waved his sleeves, and immediately a glass-colored round fan appeared in his hand.

The spiritual power of his whole body frantically poured into the round fan, and the middle-aged man raised his hand and waved it down.

With this wave, the sparks that permeated Qiao Yuan's body seemed to be boiling, and the sparks turned into candle-like flames.

With a bang, the center of the sandbar was immediately flooded by a sea of fire, and Qiao Yuan's body was completely invisible.

Qu Yunwei's face in the distance showed an anxious look, and her hands were clenched tightly, even if the jade-like nails were embedded in the flesh, she didn't know it.

In the sea of fire, Qiao Yuan's brows were furrowed, and the sweat on his forehead fell like rain, and now he was suppressed by the fire ring, and it was really difficult to get out.

In the final analysis, it is still a gap in strength, if Qiao Yuan now has the cultivation of the middle stage of Jindan, even if this fire ring is extremely powerful, it is impossible to trap him.

The thoughts in his mind were turning rapidly, and a ray of light suddenly flashed in Qiao Yuan's eyes, and then his hands pinched out a strange seal again, and the spiritual power in his body gushed out wildly, heading straight for his fingertips.

It didn't take long for a miniature hurricane to condense from his fingertips, and the spiritual power did not stop being transmitted, and the miniature hurricane expanded rapidly, reaching the height of a person in the blink of an eye.

A large amount of cold qi poured out from Qiao Yuan's dantian and went straight to the hurricane, and after a while, the hurricane had become a cold storm, rolling the surrounding flames and retreating in unison.

The cold aura was conceived by the 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice, and this kind of spell fire was naturally difficult to resist, but because the chilling aura fused into the hurricane was limited, it was impossible for the flames to be completely dispelled.

However, there is such a square square land, for Qiao Yuan, it is completely enough, he raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and the hurricane that was tall enough to be tall instantly came out of his fingers and went straight to the middle-aged man.

Wherever the cold hurricane passed, all the flames were either extinguished or retreated, and Qiao Yuan followed closely behind the cold hurricane, and finally rushed out of the sea of fire.

"What is this?"

The pupils of the middle-aged man's eyes shrank slightly, and looking at the hurricane that struck, a chill arose in his heart.

He knew that the spell he had just cast would never be dispelled by ordinary hurricanes and cold.

didn't have time to think about it, the middle-aged man picked up the glass fan in his hand and fanned it again.

Under this fan, those flames seemed to have eyes, and they actually rose from the ground and chased Qiao Yuan, and at the same time, the fire became bigger and bigger.

Qiao Yuan didn't care about it, and during this time, he once again condensed a chilling finger.

Anyway, he has the Xuan Ice Bead, and the cold qi is inexhaustible, and he can use it at will.

The middle-aged man's face changed again, and he patted the storage bag and took out an octagonal compass the size of a palm.

As soon as the compass came out, a Dao aura immediately appeared, gathering together in front of him, forming a strange rune.

The two chilling hurricanes approached, colliding with the rune, and the whimpering wind continued to whirl, and the chilling hurricane was blocked by the rune, but the chilling aura in it was not something that the rune could resist.

The upper part of the evil wind refers to the cultivation of the monks in the foundation building period, which focuses on the word "wind", while the lower part of the evil wind refers to the cultivation of the monks in the Jindan period, and the emphasis is on the word "evil".

The hurricane was blocked, but the cold aura was like a storm, penetrating the runes of the spiritual light, and approaching the compass.

"It's ...... Chilling?"

The middle-aged man stood in the distance and felt the biting chill in the air around him, and at this moment, the cold breath came out, and he finally knew where the chill in his heart just now came from.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man raised his hand to recall the compass, but he was a step too late, and the compass had been wrapped in a cold atmosphere, and a thin layer of ice instantly condensed on it.

The middle-aged man's divine consciousness attached to the compass trembled suddenly, and he also felt a piercing chill.

Seeing that he couldn't recover the compass, he gritted his teeth and cut off the connection with the compass and quickly retreated to the rear.

As soon as the middle-aged man retreated, a smile appeared on the corner of Qiao Yuan's mouth.

Just now, he had been pressed and beaten, and he had almost no ability to fight back, but now, Qiao Yuan finally turned his passivity into initiative and started a counterattack.

The Wind Abyss Sword in his hand was horizontal in front of him, and the eight Wind Cyclones behind Qiao Yuan condensed out, forcing towards the middle-aged man while drawing out the Dao Sword Light in front of him with an extremely fast technique.

Those sword lights contained countless tiny wind whirls, and if they were injured a little, those wind whirlpools would continue to destroy the wounds, making it impossible for people to heal in a short period of time.

The continuous storm of swords continued to press, and the middle-aged man's expression was as gloomy as water, but he could only defend passively, unable to free up his hand to attack.

"Miscalculated!"

The middle-aged man thought of this, but he secretly gritted his teeth, he really shouldn't have avoided retreating just now, but this retreat boosted the momentum of this kid, and his advantage instantly collapsed.

Qiao Yuan's right hand swung rapidly, wielding a Fengyuan sword like a lightning dragon, one move after another, one sword after another, so that the middle-aged man had almost no power to fight back.