The blue thunder fire was much higher than the temperature of Feng Wu Jiu's heavy blow, and the dust and water vapor in the place where the flame passed along the way were all ignited into the fuel of the blue fire, making the blue light deeper, and the power and spread of the range were greater.

Seeing that the blue fire was coming, his mind moved, and the twelve flying swords slowly rotated around Xia Lang according to the mysterious trajectory, and the connection between the cyan light belt and Hua Aomian was forcibly cut off by the raging sword qi, and even the blue thunder fire was blocked out, and it was impossible to enter the slightest.

"Heavenly Xuan Sword Formation!"

Guo Xiaojuan, who was always paying attention to the movement not far away, exclaimed, and even the rhythm of the shot stopped for a short time.

"What the hell! It turned out to be the Heavenly Xuan Sword Formation Technique! This is something that only monsters can cultivate. With my strength, it's not that I can't arrange a sword formation, but I can control three at most, not only the number can't be compared, but in terms of the subtlety of the use, I am also a scum compared to these freaks. Other spells control flying swords to form the same number of sword formations, and their power is far inferior to the Tianxuan Sword Formation Technique, this sword formation technique is unpredictable, and the tricks are endless. How could this low-level disciple of the foundation building period arrange this kind of sword formation?"

Guo Xiaojuan shouted wildly in her heart, and Changyang Mingyin also secretly cursed, her magic method is mainly to attack other people's minds, and the stronger the opponent's divine sense, the weaker the effect of the attack. And Xia Lang's divine sense must be extremely powerful, and he is simply the nemesis of his own exercises.

"How could it be twelve, is the strength of his divine sense stronger than that of a Qin madman in the same realm?"

Elder Lin in Sanssouci Valley exclaimed, and the others were also full of incredulity. Only Qin Pingtian pursed his lips and disagreed, he was indeed stronger than the last two generations, but if he pushed up for hundreds of thousands of years, he was as much stronger than him.

"What's the fuss, there is a record in the Inheritance Temple, in ancient times, there were many people who could arrange the twelve sword formations during the foundation building period, and it was not for nothing that the thirty-six Tiangang sword formations were arranged. It is rumored that the inheritor of the second-generation Tianxuan Sword Formation Technique has arranged a terrifying Earth Demon Sword Formation during the foundation building period. That's the real genius. ”

Qin Pingtian stared at the mapping formation and said slowly, as for the extent to which the founder of this formation is awesome, no one knows!

"That's antiquity, after all. Ancient and primeval cultivators are even more powerful, and everyone has the strength to destroy the heavens and the earth. But now that the laws of heaven and earth have changed, it is really rare to be able to arrange the Twelve Sword Formations. At least he's still a little better than you, senior brother. A middle-aged man in a brocade robe said.

"At that time, I could actually barely arrange the Heavenly Sword Formation, but I couldn't do it as freely as he wanted, this kid was indeed better than me. ”

Qin Pingtian said happily, the stronger Xia Lang is, the more comfortable he will go. There are all kinds of signs that there will be a big change in the future Taixuanzong, and a stronger guardian is needed to protect the Taixuanzong, and Xia Lang is undoubtedly the best candidate.

......

At this time, Jing Yue didn't care so much, and he didn't want to let go of Guo Xiaojuan's loopholes. Raising the sky with his left hand, the yin qi above Guo Xiaojuan's two heads converged, and a purple giant palm the size of ten zhang appeared in the yin qi, and a vitality fluctuation comparable to the Great Perfection of the Jindan Period emanated from the giant palm. The texture of the palm is clear, cold and corrupt, evil and bewitching, no matter how you look at it, it reveals weirdness.

"Yin Palm!"

Jing Yue's left hand pressed down, and the purple giant palms on the heads of the two women slammed down, and before they got close, the huge pressure brought by the falling giant palms made the two of them levitate unsteadily, and there was a faint tendency to fall to the ground.

Changyang Mingyin's ten fingers open and close, and the melody changes, the timbre is low, and there is sadness in the hurry, like thousands of troops rushing to the battlefield, with the belief that death is like home. Tragic and majestic, it makes people feel depressed and can't raise their fighting spirit. The few people present had illusions in their minds, and a picture of the army marching out unfolded in front of them.

"The first song of the Nine Laws of Tianyin!

As Changyang Mingyin's words came out, the melody of the piano changed from soothing to urgent, and the artistic conception revealed a monstrous battle intent. In the illusion, I saw thousands of horses galloping, and the soldiers waved their weapons to kill themselves with resolute intentions and killing intentions.

Jing Yue, as the main target of Changyang Mingyin's attack, suffered the most mental attacks, and even the Yin Absolute Palm he cast was faintly uncontrollable. Shan Mubai on the side was also disturbed a lot, and the trace of doubt in his eyes always lingered.

Guo Xiaojuan naturally would not miss this opportunity, she drew a mysterious trajectory with both hands, and the misty smoke and rain trick was running rapidly. A white cloud in the sky was dragged down, and it quickly collapsed inward during the landing, and the color of the white cloud darkened, and finally it turned into a pitch-black cloud and shrouded the purple giant palm.

A large number of water droplets instantly formed inside the dark clouds, Guo Xiaojuan's heart moved, and all of these water droplets shot towards the purple giant palm at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, like ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, and the surface of the giant palm quickly became uneven and pitted, and after a breath, it dissipated with the dark cloud.

......

"Humph!"

Xia Lang frowned, the huge power of divine consciousness in his mind shattered the illusion, and with a wave of his left hand, the sword array instantly flew out from his side and surrounded Han Ye. It was impossible to defeat Han Ye with the Dutian Sword Array alone, but it was still easy to trap him for a while.

Turning to face Hua Aomian with a solemn face, the five elements of reincarnation were running at full strength, and his hands emitted a dazzling white light, making it difficult for others to open their eyes, and all the bare skin that was illuminated by the white light came from a pinprick tingling sensation.

The white light grew thicker and thicker, and he drew a perfect circle of light with both arms. The edge of the aperture is extremely thin, like a ring-shaped sharp scimitar, and nothing seems to be as sharp as this scimitar.

"You use Aoki Lock Yuan, and I'll return your Golden Light Blade!"

Xia Lang's right hand slapped on the light blade, and the light blade spun rapidly, and then flew out horizontally and shot towards Hua Aomian. The blade flew faster and faster, and soon a cloud of smoke formed around it, and a deafening explosion followed. This is a sign that the Golden Light Blade is flying faster than the speed of sound, and when the speed of an object exceeds the speed of sound, it will squeeze the clouds created by the water vapor in the surrounding air.

A strong crisis enveloped Hua Aomian, and he hurriedly sacrificed the thunder shield that he tried last time with Xia Lang, and silently recited the incantation, and the shield instantly became larger and protected himself behind him. The blade of light came in the blink of an eye, and as soon as the two came into contact, there was a cacophonic grinding sound that made people sore. This kind of voice was too noisy, making it difficult for people to concentrate, and even Changyang Mingyin, who was known for his divine sense, frowned, and his attack was greatly disturbed.

Hua Aomian held the shield stubbornly, constantly injecting the true yuan into it. The Sharp Gold Light Blade was a point to break the surface, and he clearly felt that the shield's defense was getting weaker and weaker, and this low-level magic weapon was likely to be scrapped here. After the five elements, this attack was too fast, so that he was unable to sacrifice other magic weapons, for fear that once the injection of true yuan was reduced, the shield would probably be directly abolished, and he would be seriously injured by the aftermath of the light blade.

Xia Lang stepped on the flying sword, took out the large steel block from the storage ring, and rushed to the diagonal top of Hua Aomian, he didn't say a word, picked up the iron block and slapped it hard.

"Uncle Hua, be careful!" Guo Xiaojuan exclaimed.

"What do you say?"

The vision was blocked by the shield and the white light, the hearing was mixed by the noise, and the consciousness was disturbed by the sound of the piano.

Coquettishly threw the big steel block up and down like a stone, Xia Lang looked at Guo Xiaojuan and the two provocatively, thinking about how to solve these two female disciples.

Hua Aomian staggered back, covered in muddy water and a touch of bright red at the corner of his mouth, making him look very embarrassed. The anger and resentment in his heart surged into his heart again, and he dared to swear that no one had ever dared to be so cruel to him, but Xia Lang repeatedly made him disgraced, which was really difficult for him to accept.

At this time, Han Ye also broke out of the formation, he was not much stronger than Hua Aomian, his shawl was scattered and his clothes were ragged. Although the sword array failed to hurt him, it also made him suffer a lot, and his clothes were cut into strips of cloth by the sword qi. Taking a deep breath, Han Ye said loudly,

"The Heavenly Xuan Sword Formation Technique! Sure enough, it is worthy of its name! Senior Brother Xia's high skills can be regarded as a comprehension today. However, it is impossible to make Han admit defeat. Next, I will do my best, Senior Brother Xia, be careful!"

"You have also seen it, I'm afraid we can't solve it, Xia Lang has too many means, if you want to get fairy dew, join forces!"

Hua Aomian said with a gloomy face, since he is not an opponent, then pull someone else to deal with him.