Qi Yun's face also became a little ugly, the seventh sword should be able to take it with my current strength, and the eighth sword 616161 maybe 6161 There was a raging battle intent in his eyes!

The light of the eighth sword was like a thousand sunshades towards Xie Ling, he felt that his whole body was bound by countless silk threads, and he couldn't even move a finger 616161, is this the power of the eighth sword?

The hair on Jun Wuji's head was scattered, he looked like a young boy with an axe, his strength was obviously beyond the range of what he could drive, this sword did not hurt the enemy but hurt himself, his cheeks were a little deformed from excessive force, and he looked very hideous and terrifying.

Bang, bang, bang 616161 Qin Pei and Long Xiang seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeats, they didn't know what would happen in the next moment, such a powerful sword momentum was enough to crush anything in front of it.

Xie Ling smiled faintly, a trace of blue arc bounced out of his body, the invisible pressure was loosened after the arc ejected, and a purple glow flew up from above his head, turning into a purple cloud blocking in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded to twenty zhang wide.

"Thunder!"

"Zixiao Silk Scarf!"

Lin Fan in the stands and Mei Ruoxi, the owner of the fetal house, blurted out almost at the same time.

Lin Fan has a hidden thunder body, and the thunder technique is his best magical power, and he can see at a glance that Xie Ling's thunder technique is not at a high level, at most he has cultivated to the third layer, but what amazes him is that Xie Ling is not a thunder attribute physique, but the essence of the thunder technique he cultivates is not inferior to his own, and it is even faintly higher, which is not inferior to the arc condensed by the real thunder body!

Mei Ruoxi, as the owner of the fetal room, the art of refining weapons is naturally not trivial, and he also recognized at a glance that the original face of Ziyundou was refined by the remnant Zixiao silk scarf that he discarded, and at that time, the disciples below said that the person who was inlaid in the room was going, and it turned out to be him!

And at this moment, Jun Wuji's sword momentum had arrived, thousands of suns rushed into the purple clouds, the purple clouds rolled violently, Xie Ling did not hesitate to drive the spiritual power of his whole body into the 'Purple Cloud Pocket', and the six prohibitions were all stimulated, desperately absorbing the surging sword qi of Peng Bai from the opposite side.

Shangguan Yu's eyes blinked, how similar was the 'Purple Cloud Dou' that was now resisting Jun Wuji's eighth sword with all his strength and his own 'Chaotian Aya', could it be that last time he only glanced at me and realized the meaning of the 'Chaotian Aya'? She thought of the first time she fought with Xie Ling, Xie Ling's sacrificial technique at that time was very similar to herself, this qiē should not be a coincidence! She frowned slightly, the more she thought about it, the more suspicious 616161 she felt

Ziyun Dou is a high-level magic weapon, if it weren't for the fact that there was a problem during refining, he could only sacrifice a prohibition on it, and Mei Ruoxi would not have abandoned it.

Xie Ling was inspired by the forbidden sacrificial refining method on Shangguan Yu's 'Chaotian Aya', and practiced the six forbidden realms on the 'Purple Cloud Dou'.

Forbidden is one of the six forbidden beings responsible for bearing and changing in the cloud ban, Zixiao Silkworm is naturally good at flying, and the silk it spits out is tougher than steel, in addition to not being afraid of general water and fire, it also has a strong stickiness. After the Six Dao Forbidden Sacrifices were refined on it, it made its toughness to an unimaginable level, and the purple cloud that turned into it could not only withstand the tremendous impact force, but also had no power to break free from it after being stuck to it, just like a moth falling into a silk net.

However, Jun Wuji's eighth sword was obviously beyond the range it could bear, after all, it was still only a small Zhou Tian magic weapon that had been perfected by sacrifice, and the purple clouds were gradually unable to support it, and the sword was about to come out of it!

Xie Ling only had such a high-grade magic weapon, of course he didn't want it to be destroyed, so he grabbed it with his right hand at the moment, withdrew the 'Purple Cloud Pocket', drummed up the remaining spiritual power, and retreated sharply. He needed to use his spiritual power to suppress the sword qi that was contained in Ziyun's pocket, and he was powerless to drive any magic weapons before dissolving them one by one.

"Looks like he's exhausted!"

"Not 616161 yet," Chen Yizhen shook his head and said.

"Not yet?" Xie Fangzhong said in astonishment. He really couldn't think of any other way for Xie Ling to resist Jun Wuji's sword momentum.

"I think his strongest power at the moment is not his spiritual power, nor the way of change, but 61616161," Chen Yizhen said and suddenly stopped.

Although most of the power of Jun Wuji's eighth sword was swallowed up by the 'Purple Cloud Pocket', the remaining half was not trivial, in the face of the sword momentum that was approaching, Xie Ling had no choice but to tighten his eyebrows, and stones the size of a grinding disc flew out of the storage bag on his waist, these were the stones that were originally prepared to be used in the hospital test, each of which weighed forty or fifty catties!

Yes, just like Qing Ming said, Xie Ling's spiritual power now is not enough to drive the magic weapon to resist, but don't forget what he cultivated at the beginning! It was the 'Nian Shen Technique', starting from the gravel field, he had never stopped cultivating this technique, maybe even he didn't know how far he had cultivated, he only knew that he had repeatedly cultivated the first and second layers of the 'Nian Shen Technique'.

In the gravel field, he can control ten pieces of black iron and bronze ore at the same time, each of which is no lighter than the current stone, and now he is much stronger, hundreds of stones seem to be launched from a trebuchet, carrying the sound of the wind to the opposite side. He doesn't care about exposing his killer skills in front of everyone, as long as he can block a short kung fu, as long as he can do it for a while!

Of course, Jun Wuji will not give Xie Ling a chance to breathe, the Fengshan Sword Technique is the most consuming spiritual power, a sword is used, without hurting the enemy or hurting himself, he spurted out a mouthful of blood again onto the 'Longhua Sword', and the slow sword momentum suddenly sped up by three points, crushing the stones blocking its progress into powder!

Xie Ling took a deep breath, his eyebrows suddenly tightened, and he concentrated all his mental power, forming an invisible barrier three feet in front of him!

The sword momentum of the eighth sword paused for a while, Jun Wuji was horrified in his heart, I don't know what strange method the other party used to block the sword momentum of his advancement, this is impossible, this is absolutely impossible! He looks like crazy, the sword momentum does not advance, it retreats, and if it retreats, it will eat its master, now he can never resist the backlash of his sword momentum, and when he gritted his teeth and spurted out a mouthful of blood on the 'Longhua Sword' for the third time, he pushed hard with both hands, and shouted: "Break it for me!"

Xie Ling only felt that his mind was a little swollen, he had already used his mental power to the extreme, but the opponent's sword momentum was like a raging wave constantly washing the mental power barrier, this enchantment composed of mental power began to loosen, and under the huge pressure, his seven orifices began to ooze blood!

The whole audience was shocked by this scene, these two people are simply desperate! Those players who have not yet left the game are secretly glad that they have not been assigned to their group, these two are crazy, Dabi is important, but it is not yet time to play with Cheng Dù!

"It's the 'Nian Shen Technique', and he is even proficient in the 'Shen Chanting Technique'!" Sect Master Huang Linghai muttered to himself.

"Do you want to stop them?" said Xiang Yutang.

"No need, growth comes at a price!" Huang Linghai said.

Zhang Yuanshan remembered that Zhang Meng had asked him about the 'Nian Shen Shu', and now it was clear that Zhang Meng must have asked him because of Xie Ling.

"I knew that he could grow to this point, Meng'er didn't have to go so far!" he looked at the boss of the Zhang family diagonally opposite, Zhang Yuanhong, the current deacon elder of the Presbyterian Church, and sighed helplessly.

Xie Ling only felt a buzzing in his head at this time, and most of the sword qi in the purple cloud pocket in his right hand had not been melted, they were like fierce beasts in a cage, constantly trying to break free from it.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths 616161 when Xie Ling's was no longer able to support it in the ninth breath, the invisible barrier formed by the telekinesis finally collapsed, Jun Wuji showed a smile, he was also at the end of the strong crossbow, if he couldn't break the telekinetic enchantment under Xie Ling's cloth, he didn't know how long he could support it!

The last remnant of the eighth sword broke through the telekinetic barrier and rushed directly to Xie Ling on the opposite side. This sword has been devoured by the 'Purple Cloud Dou' for a few times, and under the consumption of Xie Ling's mental power, it has now decayed as before. But at this point, even if it is only one percent of the usual power, it is enough to hit Xie Ling hard!

Just when everyone thought that this battle was over, a strange smile appeared on Xie Ling's bloodstained face.

Jun Wuji was shocked when he saw it, but somehow, he actually felt a little uneasy in his heart!

A purple scarf suddenly floated between the two of them, revealing ten thousand rays of light from it.

The frenzied sword qi was released like a devil, it was not controlled by anyone, Jun Wuji's sword momentum directly hit it 61616161 bang 61616161 two figures were shocked by an unimaginable force and flew dozens of feet away.

Xie Ling lay on the ground, the clothes on his body were cut into strips by the sword qi, he wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and tried to stand up, but the bones in his body seemed to be flashed, and he couldn't move at all.

On the other side, Jun Wuji didn't seem to be much worse than him, the two looked at each other, and they fainted after letting out a long laugh in unison 616161