That old man in the green robe is an immortal late-stage master, how can he only have these means?

Jian Qingyu held the Skyfall Divine Sword in his hand, pressing forward step by step, but his spiritual sense had never slackened in the slightest, and he was vigilant around him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man in the green robe saw that the sword and green jade swordsmanship was so powerful, and the aura in his body was frantically poured into the emerald green willow branches in his hands.

At the same time, all the willow branches around Jian Qingyu's body turned into defense, and from the emerald green willow branches, more than ten times more willow branches extended to envelop Jian Qingyu, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge vine ball, completely enveloping Jian Qingyu.

Jian Qingyu's pace of progress stopped in an instant, and he was wrapped in countless willow branches, holding the Skyfall Divine Sword to perform the "Wind Killing", fighting with the thousands of fine willows.

"Oh no! This white-haired big brother has fallen into the magic weapon of the spring breeze willow of thousands of willows!"

Beside Huayang, the woman in blue saw this, her face changed greatly, and she exclaimed.

"Thousands of willows!"

Huayang's face also changed greatly, and he looked at the woman in blue in surprise, this Qianqian Liu is a very famous immortal master on the Forbidden Demon Island, and he was actually sent to arrest this blue-clothed girl who was just a late-stage cultivator of the Yuan Shen.

"yes!"

The woman in blue looked at Hua Yang in surprise, her face showed an anxious look, and she nodded: "Although this Spring Breeze Willow is just an ordinary high-grade magic weapon, it is extremely difficult, once trapped in it, even a master of the Mixed Yuan Realm will be difficult to get out of for a while!"

Not far away, Mei Lin also noticed that Jian Qingyu was in a predicament, looking at the gray-robed old man who was controlling the black gourd and still swallowing the sea, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes swept towards the boundless Han Sea, his eyes smiled coldly, and with a wave of his sleeve robe again, the sea water surging towards the black gourd suddenly accelerated at a speed of dozens of times.

The gray-robed old man's face changed slightly, and the spiritual power around him frantically surged towards the black gourd, controlling the black gourd to swallow the endless sea water.

"He is just an immortal mid-stage cultivator, and if he doesn't use magic weapons to manipulate the seawater, his consumption must be greater than mine, I see how long you can last!"

The gray-robed old man gritted his teeth and insisted, sneering secretly in his heart.

His black gourd is just a high-grade spiritual weapon, how can it be that the more whales swallow the sea water of the endless Han Sea, the more whales swallow like this, the more spiritual power consumption in his body will become, but the consumption of Meilin controlling the sea water is greater than his!

However, what he never imagined was that Meilin was the sea charm naturally bred by Hanhai, and controlling the sea water was just a thought, and there was not much consumption, and if such a stalemate continued, he would definitely not be able to support it first.

Mei Lin didn't want to go all out, and if he continued to fight like this, the gray-robed old man would naturally be injured by the spirit weapon, but Jian Qingyu was trapped in the blue-robed old man's magic weapon, and he had to rescue him immediately.

He knew very well that although Jian Qingyu had superb swordsmanship and the Heavenly Falling Divine Sword in his hand was also extremely powerful, his cultivation was only the Yuan Shen Realm after all, even if his strength was enough to fight beyond the ranks, he might not be the opponent of the old man in the green robe!

As soon as his mind moved, Mei Lin had already spit out a blue long sword from his mouth, and it was the Heavenly Dragon Sword!

"The best spiritual weapon!"

The blue-robed old man Wan Qianliu and the gray-robed old man felt the powerful aura coming from the Heavenly Dragon Sword, their complexions changed drastically, and the blue-clothed woman beside Huayang couldn't help but exclaim.

The magic weapons in the hands of the blue-robed old man and the gray-robed old man are also high-grade spiritual weapons, which are enough to make monks of the same level, and even monks of the Mixed Yuan Realm envious, but there is still an insurmountable gap with the best spiritual weapons.

The best spiritual weapon, even if it is in the cultivation realm, is also a treasure with no price, even if it is a master of the Tribulation Period, he will put down his face and snatch it!

"The eldest brother doesn't have to make a move! the younger brother alone is enough to break his magic weapon!"

At this moment, Jian Qingyu's voice suddenly sounded, Meilin was slightly stunned, and then without saying much, he opened his mouth and swallowed the Heavenly Dragon Sword again.

In the magic weapon of the spring breeze willow, the sword green jade has been surrounded by golden Shura divine patterns, the divine pattern transformed, turning into a golden lotus suspended at the foot of the sword green jade, the blood-colored light shrouded the sword green jade's body, and the thousands of fine willows that kept attacking were all blocked by the blood-colored light shield.

Under the crazy attack of the thousands of fine willows, the blood-colored light mask released by the Shura Golden Lotus gradually dimmed, but the tips of Jian Qingyu's left fingers flicked continuously, and drops of golden Shura blood emerged, surrounding Jian Qingyu's body.

The blood of Shura was constantly changing, and the blood color was full of light, and the sword green jade was completely enveloped in it in an instant.

Around the sword green jade, golden runes appeared, swirling around the sword green jade, and then quickly spread in all directions.

The golden runes were like a huge roulette wheel spinning and spreading, and wherever they passed, once the extremely difficult thousands of fine willows were touched by the golden runes, they quickly withered, and in less than a breath, the golden runes had already spread to the rattan ball that wrapped the sword and jade.

Above the Hanhai sky, hearing Jian Qingyu say that his strength alone was enough to break through his Spring Breeze Willow magic weapon, Wan Qianliu couldn't help but show a sneer on his face.

However, as soon as the smile bloomed, his complexion changed suddenly, and then as if he had seen some terrible sight, his face was frightened and dumbfounded.

The gray-robed old man and the blue-clothed woman looked at the thousands of willows in surprise, and then their eyes were attracted by the vine ball that revealed a blood-colored light.

I saw that the blood-colored light was getting brighter and brighter, and the tightly wrapped vine ball seemed to be struggling as if it had met a nemesis, revealing many gaps, and the blood-colored light was shining from the gaps.

"Magic Treasure?"

Wan Qianliu and the others frowned slightly, the blood-colored light was very similar to the light emitted by the magic weapon of the Demon Dao, but the aura of the domineering and domineering was just violent, but there was no demonic aura of the Demon Dao treasure at all.

As soon as the thought in their hearts rose, everyone was surprised to see that the vine ball turned into a spring breeze willow magic weapon that even the masters of the Mixed Yuan Realm could not break for a while and a half was actually torn apart silently, and countless willow branches shot back frantically, submerging into the willow branches in the hands of thousands of willows.

Immediately after, everyone saw a strange golden rune lingering with a rich blood-colored light, rapidly rotating and shrinking, until it turned into the size of a palm, and was grabbed by Jian Qingyu's left hand into the palm of his hand and disappeared.

At the same time, the Shura Golden Lotus under Jian Qingyu's feet also turned into golden Shura Divine Patterns again, submerged into Jian Qingyu's body, and disappeared.

Such an unexpected change, from appearance to disappearance, was only a few breaths, the blood-colored light dissipated, and Jian Qingyu was still holding the Heavenly Fall Divine Sword, stepping on the Sword Dragon Sword, suspended in the sky, looking at the thousands of willows with a light smile, so light and light, he couldn't see the appearance of a dangerous battle just now.

Wan Qianliu's face was slightly pale, his breathing was much heavier, and the light of the Spring Breeze Willow magic weapon in his hand was dim, and he had already suffered some damage.

"Poof!"

A miserable cry suddenly sounded, everyone was startled again, and quickly turned their heads to look, it was the gray-robed old man who finally gave up, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew away, and the black gourd in front of him could no longer swallow the surging sea water of Hanhai, and flew into the distance, a large amount of seawater poured out of the black gourd like a waterfall, pouring into Hanhai.

Thousands of willows' figures flashed, and they caught the gray-robed old man, and the two of them were suspended in the sky, looking at Jian Qingyu and Meilin's eyes with a look of horror!

Jian Qingyu only relied on the cultivation of the late stage of the Yuan Shen, he broke his Spring Breeze Willow magic weapon, and also caused the magic weapon to be injured, and Meilin broke the black gourd of the gray-robed old man before he used his superb spiritual weapon flying sword with the cultivation of the middle stage of immortality.

This kind of magical means, they really have never heard of it, they have never seen it!

They didn't know that Meilin was a sea charm, if it weren't for the gray-robed old man fighting with the black gourd and Meilin's sea control technique, Meilin might be able to defeat him, but it would never be so easy.

If Wan Qianliu pressed each other with cultivation and attacked alternately with various spells, he would never be his opponent with Jian Qingyu's swordsmanship and cultivation alone.

"Two! I am not as good as others, and I am willing to bow to the wind!"

Wan Qianliu looked at the woman in blue beside Huayang, smiled bitterly, and said with a fist: "However, we are ......"

The cultivation realm is originally respected by the strong, and the two of them were defeated, and they immediately put down their identities, and between their words, they also seemed quite polite, and Jian Qingyu's complexion also eased slightly.

However, before the thousands of willows and flowers had fallen, the woman in blue had already flown to Meilin's side again, and shouted loudly: "You have all been defeated, you are still embarrassed to stay here, and the face of the Forbidden Demon Island has been lost by you!"

Wan Qianliu and the gray-robed old man were slightly stunned, but when they saw that the woman in blue instantly became pitiful again, she pulled Meilin's arm and begged: "This big brother, you can't let them take me away!"

"Hmm!"

Huayang frowned slightly, but saw that Meilin, who had always been indifferent, nodded slightly, looked at Wan Qianliu and the gray-robed old man coldly, and said coldly: "Get out!"