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www.xSHUOTXT.Com when the reticulated air wall condensed, dozens of dazzling cold rays flew up from the ground one after another, enclosing the air wall in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, the demon light within ten zhang centered on Ni and Qiu lingered, and the momentum was really not small.

A strange aura permeated, and even Wei Yiyi and the sharp-mouthed young man on the side of the yellow-shirted young man subconsciously took a few steps back, and the look of horror was almost no less than that of Ni Mengxian.

At this time, Ni Mengxian endured the discomfort and waved the snow-white silk with all her might. Chang Aya's phantoms flew, and in less than an instant, she and Qiu Yeyu were protected in it.

However, under the glow of the surrounding demonic green qi wall and the glittering cold light, this bit of white silk flying defense seemed so insignificant.

The young man in the yellow shirt was only slightly stunned, sneered and glanced contemptuously at the figure looming under the white silk, and said disdainfully: "The mere white silk wants to prevent my 'Ten Thousand Needles Guangyan' trick of 'needle Yan lock spirit', I don't know whether to live or die!"

I saw the yellow-shirted young man pinching the magic trick in his hand, and those dazzling cold rays suspended around the qi wall actually began to split. A cold light appeared out of thin air, filling almost all the empty voids around these hundreds of rays of light.

Ni Mengxian's face was really dead now, no matter how magical this situation was, no matter how magical Xue Yunya was, he couldn't prevent the invasion of these ten thousand thin needles. The so-called needles can also be transferred according to their weaknesses, but she thinks she can't defend this overwhelming group of needles no matter what.

Even so, Ni Mengxian still reluctantly supported it. Under the white silk, a blue-green figure floated out, and the dreamlike dance steps were so striking that people couldn't bear to look away at a glance, and even the young man in the yellow shirt who thought he was ruthless couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

There was only a moment of silence, and a cold snort came from the void. The yellow-shirted youth finally made a move. Several tricks penetrate into the group of fine needles. The demonic green light on the surface of these fine needles emerged, interspersed with the cold light, and it became even more dazzling.

With a movement of his fingers, these cold rays surged. There was a small grinding sound of a series of fine needles piercing into the qi wall, and the flying needles shot into the mesh qi wall in a continuous manner.

The sound of "Salsa ......" fluttering white silk and the sound of thin needles piercing the white silk were intertwined, and there was even a chilling sound of grinding at this time.

Ni Mengxian secretly complained in her heart. This kind of suffering is not only the double pressure from the thin needles and the demonic light, but also a tingling sensation that gradually develops from the sea of her spiritual sense.

Just now, when Ni Mengxian waved the Snow Cloud Aya, for fear that her spiritual sense would also be attacked, she didn't release her spiritual sense to pay attention to the direction where the cold light came from, but just blindly used all her strength to wave the Snow Cloud Aya into a virtual shadow in the sky.

However, this kind of persistence was extremely draining, and in the blink of an eye, the spiritual power in her body had been consumed, not to mention that the tingling sensation from her spiritual consciousness was also eroding her consciousness.

However. No matter how hard she held on, the overwhelming blinding cold light seemed to be endless. When the cold light was consumed by six or seven percent, the remaining cold light actually conjured up clusters of ghostly light again to fill the vacant space.

Ni Mengxian looked at this qiē, and her heart was almost on the verge of despair, and she no longer had the confidence to take on so many fine needles again.

The young man in the yellow shirt smiled coldly, and also realized Ni Mengxian's inadequacy, and couldn't help mentioning the spiritual power again, which instantly doubled the castration of this cold mang, and he actually had the intention of taking the other party down in one breath.

When the sound of dang followed. In the blink of an eye, Ni Mengxian's figure wielding the snow cloud silk was completely submerged in the dazzling cold light.

The demon-green qi wall also swelled by nearly half as much as it was when all the cold rays escaped, and a trace of mist rose on the demon-green grid. In the blink of an eye, it became hazy.

The corners of the young man's mouth in the yellow shirt arched slightly, and a kind of joy and disdain for Ni and Qiu were undoubtedly revealed, as if he was still reminiscing about the exciting scene.

After a while, he took a deep breath and stabilized the breath in his body that had been consumed a lot and was agitated by demonic energy.

The smoke is thick but not long, and the breeze blows. The trace of mist on the demonic green qi wall that surrounded Qiu and Ni gradually dissipated.

"Ling Han Crystal Net! This is impossible!"

The young man in the yellow shirt suddenly felt that something was wrong and hurriedly looked at the light curtain under the bamboo tube, and his pupils constricted. Surprised, sudden, and angry feelings sprouted, and a strong murderous aura turned into a sharp mang and threw himself directly into the qi wall.

Within the demon-green mesh qi wall, another crystal clear light net was exuding a trace of cold air. In the light web, a white figure is holding a sword in one hand and pointing straight to the sky. One hand lightly hugged the green figure. The white robe danced, the white silk fluttering, it looked so elegant and beautiful.

This white figure is Qiu Yeyu, who doesn't know when to wake up, and the green figure is Ni Mengxian, who is overdrawn.

By this time she was groggy, and the tingling sensation in her spiritual consciousness was too much for her to bear, and she was almost unconscious.

Qiu Yeyu lowered his head slightly and glanced at Ni Mengxian worriedly, his eyes suddenly shone coldly, looking directly at the three figures of yellow, two green and yellow, and a strong murderous aura rushed out, obviously remembering the resentment against these three people in his heart.

Without staying for long, the shadow of the long sword in Qiu Yeyu's hand floated up, carrying the Ling Han crystal net that shrouded the surroundings upwards.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yeyu's hand was full of blue light, and a thick spiritual power was frantically poured into the long sword. A tall blue sword shadow soared straight up, forming a blue and clear giant sword in the blink of an eye.

When the giant sword appeared, Qiu Yeyu's figure suddenly turned, and the eyes that were originally looking at the three yellow-shirted young men also fell on the net-like qi wall behind him.

A sword roar across the void came, and a huge sword light many feet long flew out of the long sword and rushed straight into the void in front of it.

In front of him, a hole many feet high appeared in the mesh qi wall, as if this blow had already worked.

The yellow-shirted young man's eyes froze, and he pinched the trick in his hand again, and the demonic green light on the broken hole flickered, and the hole was closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Yeyu smiled coldly. He lightly hugged Ni Mengxian and jumped up high, landing on the snow-white long silk floating beside him. A blue glow appeared and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the snow clouds fluttered again, as if they had regained their vitality again.

A white mark swayed in an instant, and the snow clouds carried Qiu and Ni into phantoms, forcibly squeezing out the hole that had shrunk to less than half a foot.

The white mangs flew straight to the west, no longer caring about what happened in the rear.

The yellow-shirted young man stopped the magic trick in his hand, and a slight hint of surprise drifted through his eyes. Then, a strong killing intent rose, filling his whole body in the blink of an eye, and he had made up his mind that he had to put the two of them to death.

I saw the blue and purple light on his body, and a purple token flew out, and he shouted: "Take out all the soul chasing orders!" (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )