The sword qi of Yu Hanyan became stronger and stronger like a snowball, surging in thousands of waves, and the sea flowed across the sea.

The wind thundered and rumbled.

The Buddha beads that were poured over were chopped one by one by the sword light of Haoyue, like golden snowflakes scattered and splashed in all directions, and after landing, the golden light dissipated and was reduced to ordinary wooden luanzi.

This string of Buddha beads is the embodiment of the great wish power of Yemol daily practice, 4,800 times a day, and the three treasures of Buddha, Dharma and Sangha are chanted, so that they can have the magical power to cut off karma and troubles. Today, in order to block the jade cold smoke with a sword, this string of Buddhist beads should be broken. Yemol looked at the shards of wood luanzi that had fallen into the dust, and his face showed a little regret.

"Jade donor, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

Yu Hanyan stopped and looked down at the bottomless pit beside him, only to see that it was scorched black, without the slightest breath of a living person, his delicate body trembled slightly, his eyes were red, and the sword qi around his body rose again. Suddenly, boundless killing intent surged like a tide, spreading in all directions, making people unable to breathe.

Song Qingsha stared at her back, her face was dead, and she said in a trembling voice: "It's the realm of heaven and man! I didn't expect Senior Brother Qin's death to fulfill her, let her climb to the top in one step......"

"No!" Fang Yiyuan gently hugged her into his arms, soothed the tremors and mania in her heart, and said softly, "Spiritual power is turned into gang, but it is not a yang god, and there is no way in the sword." It's a false realm, and it can't be true. She's going to fall sooner or later!"

Gong Yunsleeve clenched his fists, tears filled with eyes, and cursed in a low voice: "Hate, hateful......"

Yu Hanyan stared at the pit for a long time, and suddenly raised his head, like a resolute look on Yu Qiao's face, and his footsteps moved lightly, and he was about to flash in front of Yemol.

Just as she stood on tiptoe and was about to fly out, a breeze ruffled her hair from behind. She turned around to provoke the "Destruction", and a gorgeous peach petal fluttered and flew over, hitting the blade of the sword, and with a slight slip, it split into two flat halves, scattered with the wind.

At this moment, her steps faltered, and all the murderous aura of the thunderbolt was transferred to the other person, causing the person's face to turn like dirt, and the steps that came over were frozen in mid-air.

The middle-aged swordsman holding a peach blossom smiled bitterly, and finally took that step, and said with a sad brow: "Jade fairy, if you compare swords, come to me!"

Yu Hanyan pressed the tip of the sword down slightly, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Look for death!"

Ge Xinglie and Cheng Gang rushed over, striking at Yemol from the left and right sides towards the folded Yemol. The nine-ring prison chain, the sword qi and thunder, joined forces for the first time, just to let this mysterious old monk of unknown origin sleep here.

Their hearts were terrified.

This monk beat Qin Yan, who had performed the trick of sacrificing his life, with one move, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, although it was a sneak attack, but if that move was aimed at himself, who would be sure to dodge?

Don't let this monk have a chance to perform that trick again!

The light burst out from the back of Yemol's head, and it was a circle of Buddha wheels that shone like the sun, outlined as a brilliant lotus, and the golden petals enveloped his whole being. The purple flame sword qi and the netherworld chain smashed over, and they were all bounced away by the lotus petals, without damaging the old monk in the slightest.

Ge Xing shouted fiercely, and a punch of pitch-black talisman characters appeared above his head, and the killing intent skyrocketed, forcing him to use the power of the Killing Dao again.

The sword of the Seven Killings can't even withstand the fox, what should I do with the six-rank lotus platform of this old monk?

On the other side, Wan Liufeng, who had shrunk into a cloud of ghostly light, slowly stood up, and threw a few punches ferociously, about to crash out of the cage surrounded by sword qi. But he suddenly had a feeling of extreme danger, and before he had time to think about it, he crouched down again, shrinking into a cloud of ghostly light.

The source of the danger is Haochengang.

He stared at the ghostly light in the remnants of the sword array, sank his waist, tensed like a bowstring, twisted his arms, and swung his fist.

Even Hao Chengang needs to gather momentum to perform tricks, how powerful should it be?

There was a muffled thunder on the dome, and the surrounding qi machines were also alarmed by this punch, and in an instant the wind fell silent, and all the senses and colors were drawn into this punch, Hao Chen Gang rushed to the sword formation in an instant, and the power of this punch poured out.

The ghost light didn't move, and it was hard to hold on.

"Boom-"

A punch fell like a meteor falling to the ground, destroying the wilderness.

The ground centered on the glow collapsed, and huge cracks spread out in all directions, cracking even the walls. The sand and gravel clods were a mess.

The aftermath is so loud, you can see how tragic the situation of Wanliufeng, who has endured this punch head-on.

Even if he had a demon soul possession, his cultivation was temporarily raised to a height close to the first decline of heaven and man, and he would never be better.

Hao Chengang let out a heavi, endured the pain of tearing in the meridians after the outburst, forcibly gathered his strength, and swung his fist again.

The punch didn't come out, and he suddenly frowned-

The glow of the caving ground vanished under his nose!

"Earthwalk?" he was awe-inspiring. Wan Liufeng actually hid this hand!

It seems that this chief disciple of the cult sect, who has been on the same level as himself many years ago, will definitely not just be beaten. He deliberately hid this move, originally wanting to trick Qin Yan into using all his sword to exhaust his physical strength!

Wan Liufeng, as the first person of the younger generation of the evil sect, his cultivation and mind are not under Haochengang. Today was supposed to be the stage for him to show his might. It's a pity that his luck seems to be a little bad, and at the beginning, he met Qin Yan, who used the trick of sacrificing his life, and he was beaten so that he had no power to fight back. finally survived, but he didn't expect Hao Chengang's fist to be so hard, and he lost his temper with a heavy hammer. The originally designed script of killing all sides has been tampered with beyond recognition by these two guys who don't play cards according to common sense......

Haochen Gang sensed the breath of Wanliufeng going out from the depths of the earth, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

That punch just now should have seriously injured Wan Liufeng, and it could be regarded as a reduction of a strong enemy.

However, the battle situation on the other side seems to be a little bad!

Yemol bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and only listened to the Sanskrit voice singing, which kept echoing in the people's knowledge of the sea spirit platform: "Let all beings have feelings, and the good roots are not bad......"

The sound of the Buddha's mantra is empty and sad, and it is illusory, which makes the listener unconsciously feel compassion and sorrow, and the fighting spirit is very weak. Hearing the sound of the Buddha's mantra getting louder and louder, Cheng Gang no longer dared to hide his secrets, his burly body rushed out, and the nine chains danced together, like a dragon that turned over the river and stirred the sea, winding around from all sides, twisting the six lotus petals.

The nine-ring prison chain was intertwined into a blazing net, Cheng Gang shrank his chest and abdomen, and exhaled: "Drink ————"

The roar was like a thunderclap in the clear sky, shaking the sky and the earth, the sound and waves spreading, and the violent and ferocious energy penetrated the rocks of the mountain walls and shook the sky. There was a clattering sound on the ground in front of Cheng Gang, and the cobweb-like cracks widened in all directions. But the crack spread to Jemol's feet, and it stopped. It was as if a high mountain stood here, and it was forbidden to move forward.