Maybe it's because the master and brother around him are both sword cultivators, and their magic weapons are the relationship between the bladeless sword, although Jia Jia's swordsmanship may not be as extreme as the real sword cultivation, but the way of using the sword alone is not weaker than the ordinary sword cultivation. Of course, Jia Jia naturally attributed these to the relationship between Qin Ya and Gu Lang who were first-rate sword masters.

Compared with the two of them comprehending the swordsmanship, Jia Jia is more modest, knows how to form formations, is good at self-style, knows everything, and with mutual assistance, it is not weak.

The monk who caught up with that side, the leading cultivator was in the Tibetan God Period, and he was currently in a stalemate with Wei Dong and the others, and the rest of the cultivation was only in the Out-of-Body Period, no matter how high it was.

In fact, the three of them looked at each other, and they already had a little bottom in their hearts, and it was enough for these people to be dealt with by the master alone.

And the leading monks on that side are not fuel-efficient lamps, although they will not die as long as there is a trace of spirit left, but it is not so easy to resurrect, and they are also very desperate.

Since he was the leader, his eyesight was naturally not bad, and Qin Ya had just made a move, and the leading monk had already noticed that Qin Ya didn't seem to be affected by the miasma, and immediately gave an order: "Set up the formation!"

If you dare to catch up with dozens of people like this, it will naturally not be stupid.

Jia Jia saw that the figures of several people lined up together changed in an instant, but they had already stood in place in a moment. For example, Jia Jia can be regarded as the upper class among the array mages, let alone this simple position at the moment?

It was clear at a glance that this was a magic circle that could gather energy.

Jia Jia roughly counted it, and there were about nineteen monks in the out-of-body stage, and the direction in which the magic weapon was sacrificed. Not towards others. It was towards Qin Ya.

The strength of the master is what I have seen with my own eyes. There is no doubt about it.

At present, with such a simple gathering array, can it really stop the master? I have to say that it is really very suspicious.

Again, most of the people present did not believe it.

But seeing that Shizun took a few steps back, Jia Jia only felt that there was no wind beside him, and the aura that was like a vortex gathered around him.

With Kunlun's authentic method of extending the mind, the momentum is so wide, and even the miasma that is gathering around at this moment has been removed.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger. There was a storm around him, and among everyone, Qin Ya's whole person seemed to be blurred in an instant, and he could only see that figure like a peerless flying sword attacking into that formation.

When they reached a distance of three feet above the formation, the group cultivators present clearly saw that a water-blue aura rose from the soles of each of the monks in that position, and the dots intersected with each other, which actually contributed to a huge protective barrier, which only met with Qin Yan's blow.

There was a loud bang, and all the tall trees around him were broken, and the ground under his feet shook. Everyone saw that under the blow, the spiritual power at the place where the collision hit spread out like a tide.

But not yet. Everyone saw that the vague sword shadow had returned to its original position.

Although looking at Qin Ya's face, it didn't seem to be a big deal, but the dozens of monks on that side were also fine.

Qin Yajian frowned: This will be difficult. If these dozens of monks were placed in normal times, they would be able to defeat Jia Jia and Gu Lang if they made a move, but when a few people formed a magic circle, it would be a different situation: the strength could almost be compared to a monk in the middle stage of the Tibetan God.

I knew that since the demon dared to jump out so openly, the trust would not be small, so it seemed that there was at least one formation mage in the devil's hand who was not inferior to Jia Jia.

Jia Jia paused for a moment, and the scene of the two sides hitting each other naturally fell into her eyes without omission, and she sighed with emotion, and then Jia Jia spoke: "Master, the arranger of this gathering energy array is so wonderful, not only taking into account the formation, but also using the density of this miasma, in addition, what is even more difficult is that the cultivation and spiritual roots of these nineteen monks complement each other one by one and grow each other. It can be said that these nineteen monks cooperated with the formation laid out, in addition to the mastery of the formation mage, these nineteen monks must have practiced for a long time, otherwise, it would be impossible to have such a strong concentration. ”

Concentration, in the final analysis, is the ability to quickly enter into the unity of heaven and man. Generally speaking, when a strong enemy is coming, people will instinctively hesitate for a moment, but for people like Shizun, only a momentary wandering is enough to defeat a person.

But just now, Jia Jia's eyes were tightly locked on the nineteen monks: but he was dejected to find that these nineteen monks even seemed to have no deviation in concentration, which was by no means an overnight effort. It can gradually fade the instinct, and it is not possible to work hard for decades.

Compared to the leading monks, these nineteen out-of-body monks were even more terrifying.

"Where is the heart of the formation?" Qin Ya reacted slowly, listening to Jia Jia's words, but she was slightly stunned, and then quickly reacted.

"There are three. They are the thirteenth Chen, the second Mao, and the seventh. If the master wants to break the formation, he might as well find monks in these directions. Jia Jia replied, and his gaze fell on the remaining ten or so out-of-body monks, seven Yuanying Great Perfection monks.

These people will have to be dealt with by her and Gu Lang.

Turning their heads to look at each other, the two saw a hint of clarity in each other's eyes.

The sword shadow streamer, under the flying sand and stones, in the blink of an eye, there was already a room full of sword light.

Under the sword light, everyone only felt that they seemed to have returned to the Zhuxiantai decades ago, and Gu Lang faced the Canglei swordsmanship known as the hegemon of the Seven Sects of Shu Mountain.

At that time, such as the mountains surrounded, Mount Tai pressed the top, thousands of miles of thunder, and the army could not be formed.

Obviously, except for the monks who had trained their masters in an orderly manner, the rest of the monks did not have such good concentration, and as soon as Gu Lang made a sword, the terrifying momentum had already caused the remaining dozens of monks to panic.

The Nine Shadows and Twelve Swords are the first swordsmanship, and when it comes to power, it is to exhaust the entire world, and it can also be regarded as the forefront.

After this sword, Jia Jia followed closely behind, taking advantage of the sword light in the room, with that superior body, to swim among the panicked monks.

Fighting, screaming.

And at the same time, under Gu Lang's sword, on top of the perfect formation that seemed to have no gaps, someone was finally slightly distracted. Even if it was only for an instant, what kind of character Qin Ya was, and at the same time, he had already made a move.

With a scream, the formation seemed to emit the last ray of light, and it quickly sank down.

Those who are in the human formation are indispensable. Jia Jia walked for a while, glanced at that side, and shook his head slightly: with the level of the formation mage who made the formation, if he was here now, there might be a possibility of turning the tables. However, it was obvious that the man seemed to be too confident in this formation, confident to the point of conceit. Even after decades of training, there is no shortage of variables in this world.

Therefore, at the moment when the man's feet moved slightly, the end was already doomed.

Qin Ya walked in it, harvesting the lives of those monks with ease.

Seeing that the battle situation had changed so much, the leading monk had already had a little palpitations: he had calculated everything, but he didn't expect that the three masters and apprentices had not suffered from miasma.

The leading monk was also a simple man, and when he heard that the last monk had fallen, he hooked the corners of his lips, and everyone saw that the light of his dantian was shining.

"Retreat quickly, he's going to blow himself up!"

Under this command, Qunxiu suddenly fled frantically into the distance.

But in the blink of an eye, with a loud bang all day long, within a radius of ten miles, the forest was completely destroyed. When there was a tremor under her feet, Jia Jia breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around: Originally, this place was dense with miasma, and it was only a three-foot radius when he stretched out his hand, but now, when the monk blew himself up, the group of cultivators could not take care of so much, and they fled into the distance at will.

As soon as he escaped like this, he escaped from the problem, and when the aftershocks gradually subsided, Jia Jia looked around, and there were only a few dozen people in sight, and the rest of the people did not know where they fled in a panic. But fortunately, Shizun and Gu Lang were there, and Jia Jia felt a little more relieved.

She was the farthest she had run, but the direction was to the two of them, so she never got lost.

And now among the dozens of people, except for a few casual cultivators, they are all her Kunlun monks, and the cultivation of the master is the highest.

Even Wei Dong and the others in the confrontation just now disappeared.

Of course, when everyone gradually calmed down, their eyes turned to Qin Ya, who had the highest cultivation and the most famous here: "Qin Zhenren, you say, how do I go now?"

Qin Ya raised her head without hesitation, looked into the distance with her negative hand, and after looking at it for a while, in the Ten Thousand Obstacles Mountain, the miasma invaded her divine sense, which was quite stinging and uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Jia Jia's eyes lit up, and he took out the finger mirror, but he didn't open it immediately, but took out a yellow sealing talisman and sandwiched it in the middle of the finger mirror, isolating the cinnabar seal of Miao Wuhua, and then opened the finger mirror.

Sure enough, the finger mirror once again surprised her, and in the direction of the small needle's beating, Jia Jia curled her lips and smiled, and handed the finger mirror to Qin Ya.

It would be better to have a square mirror to guide the way, and the group also met a team of monks who were led by Mo Wen halfway, but Wei Dong and the others never saw it.

But seeing that the group cultivators couldn't identify the direction right now, the small round mirror in Qin Ya's hand could still clearly point out the direction.

The few casual cultivators who followed exchanged glances with each other, and when they saw that the mantra outside the square mirror belonged to the Buddha's great 10,000-character mantra, they already had some guesses in their hearts.

guessed that this was a Buddhist thing, and my heart was even more envious.

His gaze kept wandering over Shen Liguang, who had merged into this group of monks along with Fang Cai and Mo Wen, and occasionally transmitted a sound.

Although Shen Liguang was embarrassed this time, the black eyes when he saw Jia Jia before were gone, and he stood with the burning under his eyes, and his posture was even more extraordinary. (To be continued......)