Could it be that these sixty-three flame-making platforms are the key to this formation, and if they are damaged, the entire Great Array will also be destroyed?

Qin Yan decided to give it a try. He turned out from behind the firestand, looked at the face of the equatorian carefully, and said, "Equatorial friend, your firetable looks very exquisite, I don't know what kind of material it is made of?"

Seeing that the equator's face changed slightly, he said in a deep voice: "This is the hardening of the Xuanying wooden pillar of the West Sea, which is difficult for swords and guns to enter, and it is not invaded by water and fire, and it is most suitable for use as the pillar of the temple." Okay, you come with Poor Dao, and Poor Dao will take you out of battle. ”

As he spoke, he strode with his hands behind his back, turned an angle, and walked towards the idol in a big way. But looking at the Yan Long beside him, he still had a murderous appearance, obviously not really trying to lead the way for Qin Yan. When he approached within two steps of Qin Yan from the oblique side, he suddenly turned around and waved his sleeves, and the fire around him skyrocketed, causing the Yan Dragon to roar towards Qin Yan under the hood.

And Qin Yan was also on guard, and with a sword slash out of the surging flames, his body flew back towards the fire platform. Both of them knew that they were seen through by each other, and they were too lazy to talk nonsense at the moment, and they each came up with their own means to fight in one place. Qin Yan waved his sword light and wanted to stab towards the fire platform, but was blocked by the equatorian with a wave of his sleeve. This time the Equatorian people had scruples, so they no longer had an absolute advantage as before, and they had their own advances and retreats with Qin Yan, and they were inseparable.

The two fought for a long time, but they couldn't help each other. Although the equatorian people had a slight upper hand, but after all, they could not block every attack that Qin Yan stabbed at the Zhuhuotai, Qin Yan showed a wonderful technique, and found several opportunities under his men to stab the Zhuhuotai a few swords, but after the equatorian people's heavily weakened sword qi slashed the Xuanying wooden pillar, it only left a faint trace, which was difficult to penetrate, and it was really the same as the equatorian said, the knife and gun were difficult to penetrate, and water and fire were invulnerable. In this way, it is possible to destroy the Flame Floor only by gathering enough strength and exerting a blow, but how could the Equatorian people give him this opportunity.

However, Qin Yan also has other ways. Every time his body touched the Celebration Altar, he took the opportunity to send a stream of spiritual power into the Xuanying Wooden Pillar, and then silently performed the Imperial Weapon Technique, so that if it continued, as long as a period of time passed, he would be able to directly disintegrate the Celebration Altar from the inside!

As time passed, the situation was stalemate, and Qin Yan's physical strength was also consumed in the battle. He deliberately showed an anxious look on his face, and his attacks gradually became chaotic, and his swordsmanship changed his previous style, becoming wild and crazy, in a vain attempt to exchange his life for his life. In the eyes of the Equatorians, this is the manifestation of his near-strength and final struggle. What a noble figure the Equatorian is, how could he let a dying man hurt himself? Therefore, his fighting style also changed his original intention, becoming shrewd and cautious, and most of the time he took a defensive position, retreating step by step under Qin Yan's attack, as if the situation was suddenly reversed. But no matter how fierce Qin Yan's attack was, he couldn't shake the calm expression on his face, because he knew that time was on his side.

Just when the equatorial people were forced by Qin Yan to leave the fire platform more than 20 meters away, Qin Yan, who was originally full of violent anger, suddenly restrained his expression, and made an unbelievable turn in his posture when he leaned forward, drifting backwards like a wisp of green smoke, and in an instant, he came to the bottom of the fire platform, raised the long sword condensed by frost and slashed towards the Xuanying wooden pillar.

'Not good!' the equatorian shouted in his heart, but he couldn't stop it. After all, he didn't have Qin Yan's weird body technique, and it was difficult to turn the retreat momentum around immediately, so he could only watch Qin Yan slash into the middle of the thick pillar stone with a sword, and silently prayed in his heart that the Xuanying Wooden Pillar could resist the attack and hold on until he rushed back.

Unfortunately, even though the tall statue of the god stood not far behind him, the gods did not respond to prayers. Just as he was staring at him, the Xuanying wooden pillar made a cracking sound like rotten wood, and then countless cracks appeared, and the lights on the stage crumbled. "Ka!" Qin Yan slashed with his sword again, and the entire fire platform broke in the middle section, and the upper half flew out diagonally, smashing heavily on the ground, and at the same time, the equatorian people also heard the sound of their heartbreak.

"No—" What occupied his face at this time was hatred, grief, panic and despair. After he shouted, he stopped chasing Qin Yan, suddenly turned around and strode towards the idol behind him.

After the collapse of one of the altars, the remaining sixty-two altars could no longer maintain the Ninety-Seven Xuan Array, as if a light veil had been lifted, the divine power floating in the air dissipated like smoke, and the incantations of thousands of believers lost their purpose and could only be scattered towards the sky. And Qin Yan finally felt that the invisible shackles on his body were untied, and he suddenly felt a sense of pleasure all over his body.

He turned around, looked at the equatorian man who had returned to the palm of the idol, and laughed loudly: "Equatorial friend, you can't use this blessing platform, and you can't stand a few swords from me! Come, I suddenly remembered again, although your head does not have a relationship with me, but it has a very strong relationship with the sword in my hand, it is rare for them to meet by fate, it is better for you and me to fulfill the two, what do you think?"

The equatorian stared at him grimly, and said coldly, "Do you think you can win?" As he spoke, the flames around him glowed with a brilliant halo, and the color became more intense and vivid.

Qin Yan lifted his sword and said indifferently: "What, do you have any other unique skills to press the bottom of the box?"

As the words fell, the golden blood qi on his body all converged, but the ice-like sword qi around him spread outward, and a layer of cold mist enveloped him in it. He picked up the long sword and pointed directly at the demon path in the palm of the idol's palm, condensing into a huge sharp sword qi, and the momentum soared into the sky, revealing a penetrating killing intent in his eyes.

Without the restraint of divine power, his murderous aura was released even more unscrupulously, causing changes in the sky and celestial phenomena. The darker clouds in the vault hung low, as if to press the ground, and the western earth was plunged into darkness, except for the little light on the candlesticks around it, crumbling in the pouring rain.

At this moment, suddenly a low chanting sound sounded from the statue, only to see the equatorian man put on a peculiar posture, looking down and reciting the mantra, and circles of fire surged from his body, driving the entire statue to burn, the blazing heat rolled on the face, and the distance of hundreds of paces still gave people the illusion of being in magma.

'He's trying to cast some big spell, you have to interrupt him!'

Qin Yan didn't talk nonsense anymore, he rushed out against the scorching tide, and after a breath, he swept a distance of nearly a hundred steps, and with a heavy step, he suddenly rushed straight to the top of the statue like an arrow from the string.

With a slight wave of his hand, the equatorian saw dozens of flame projectiles dragging countless dazzling trajectories in the air, roaring through the air, and converging towards the figure that rushed towards him.