Every saint is a martial arts genius who overpowers his peers and seizes all his fortune.
At this moment, when more than sixty saints gathered in the sea of ​​clouds in the blue sky and started a war, the space in the blue sky was actually shattered!
On the battlefield to the north, a female warrior saint from a sect wearing a blue skirt shook the blue bottle of the holy weapon in her hand.
The blue vase sacred vessel emits green light, spreads out, and in the blink of an eye it condenses into a vigorous ancient tree that covers the sky and the sun.
The many branches of the vigorous ancient tree trembled non-stop, spreading crazily and growing in all directions, and the roots penetrated the universe and planted in the void.
"Boom!"
The leaves of the vigorous ancient tree swayed crazily and kept flying down. Accompanied by the majestic wooden path marks, it seemed like thousands of green light divine spears were sent out, drowning the martial saints of the Daxuan Dynasty with overwhelming power.
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At the same time, Marquis Yanyang of the Daxuan Dynasty looked up to the sky and roared, and a divine bow suddenly appeared in his hand.
He opened his bow and drew the arrow, his eyes filled with sparks. When the bow string was pulled open, fire continued to the sky and the earth, and chaos filled the air.
"boom--"
There was a sound of a bowstring being released.
The fiery red arrow that left the string suddenly turned into a red bird beast, carrying fire that could burn rivers and boil seas, and attacked the vigorous ancient trees.
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This is a chaotic duel between saints. If you are not careful, you will fall on the spot.
I have to say that this melee between saints was too terrifying. If the battle took place not in the blue sky but in the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent in the human world, I am afraid that the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent would have been beaten to pieces long ago and all living beings would be wailing.
As time went by, gradually, the martial saints of the sect alliance began to consciously attack Bo Qing, using all their fierce moves.
The martial saints of the Daxuan Dynasty also wanted to save themselves and were unwilling to sacrifice their lives to rescue Bo Qing.
Under such circumstances, the chaotic battle situation began to fall to the martial saints of the sect alliance.
"Mu Luan, there is no need to risk your life for such a demonic cultivator who has no overall concept. I think this beast may be rebellious!" After dodging the attack of the frost divine thunder as big as a giant pillar, Ming Yuehou clenched the hand in his hand.
The sacred weapon is tied with a moon rope, and his eyes indicate Muluan Hou.
Marquis Muluan looked at Bo Qing who was struggling to support himself in front of him, and then at Marquis Langdao with a gloomy expression behind him, and nodded inaudibly: "Of course I can spare it."
"I want to see who is going to save Bo Qing!?" Langdao Hou's eyes were dark and his heart was aching.
After his sacred weapon, the Wild Wave Knife, was destroyed by Bo Qing, he has been resenting Bo Qing and wished he could eat Bo Qing alive.
That was a sacred weapon, enough to protect the prosperity and inheritance of a family. It was the second life of a saint. As a result, it was easily destroyed by Bo Qing!
Those who can become marquises are naturally elites who understand the trade-offs of the times. These great Xuanwu saints all take symbolic action to preserve themselves. The dilemma Bo Qing faces becomes increasingly greater, and he is almost forced to
At a dead end.
"If you are in the right way, you will get a lot of help, but if you are not in the right way, you will get little help. Even your allies will abandon you. This is the end of you if you follow the path of demonic cultivation!" Taoist Minghuo's eyes were stern.
He turned the red halberd in his hand, like a mountain torrent or a volcano erupting. The red halberd released an even brighter light. As he moved it, it left an indelible mark in the void.
"Ahem... The Sea of ​​Clouds Scroll, rise." Taoist Guanhai coughed and vomited blood, feeling depressed. However, he still took a breath and used all his strength to activate the Sea of ​​Clouds Scroll Holy Artifact. There was very little immortal energy in his body.
The scroll of the sea of ​​clouds slowly opened, and in just a moment, the terrifying scenes such as flash floods and tsunamis, the falling of the Milky Way, and the exploding stars in the scroll became reality and poured towards Bo Qing.
Not only these two powerful Taoists, but also nine saints from the sect alliance were surrounding Bo Qing at this moment, all working together.
Martial Saint An Sheng pushed out the black and white yin and yang millstone under his command, with a ferocious smile on his face: "Next, I'll see how you resist!"
In the vast sea of ​​clouds, all kinds of divine lights appeared everywhere, murderous intent filled the air, and an unspeakable great fear descended here.
The terrifying power erupted from the combined attack skills of the Nine Saints of the sect made the Great Xuanwu Saints tremble with fear and scream.
This majestic force directly broke a corner of the blue sky. How could an ordinary saint withstand this blow?
Everyone was watching the blue-robed figure with rapt attention.
The figure in blue robe is none other than Bo Qing...or in other words, Hong Yuan.
At this moment, the nervous expression on Hong Yuan's face disappeared. He looked calm and said softly: "The strongest moment often represents the weakest moment."
The strongest moment often also represents the weakest moment!?
The saints are puzzled.
The magical power of the Dream Dao - the protection of the reverse flow river, the residual dream robe!
A big blue river came out of thin air, wrapped around the sword body, and quickly formed a light blue robe, blessing him.
This light blue robe is engraved with the sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, fish and insects, as well as mountains, rivers and rivers. Various complicated patterns are engraved on it, making the light blue robe more solemn and solemn.
Around the light blue robe, there is a white dragon formed by water mist, breathing faintly, hiding murderous intent.
The saints were astonished because the source of the flood was high above the sky, with an aura that looked down on all living beings, like an ancient sword fairy coming to the dust.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The offensive formed by nine saints, including Taoist Minghuo, Taoist Guanhai, and Wusheng Ansheng, hit the flood source in a mighty manner, but was swallowed up by the blue waves of the flood source's light blue robe.
Calm.
quiet.
Quiet.
On this chaotic battlefield, there was silence for a moment.
"No, it's impossible. Where did he get so much immortal energy! Also, what kind of magical power is this!?" Langdao Hou's eyes widened and they were about to burst.
Marquis Muluan and Marquis Mingyue also looked at Hong Yuan with surprised faces, feeling even more shocked.
It's already amazing that a regular saint can reserve more than fifty Qingti Immortal Yuan, but "Bo Qing" has more than a hundred Qingti Immortal Yuan. I'm afraid it's not unlimited immortality!
"How is it possible? How is it possible?" Martial Saint An Sheng saw Hong Yuan taking this move easily and blinked his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating.
If you have such strength, why are you hiding from XZ and being beaten like a dog by us?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The saints were distracted for a moment, but Hong Yuan was not distracted.
He took a single step with his sword, and immediately turned into a blue light rainbow, suddenly striking at the unbelievable speed in front of Taoist Guanhai who was coughing up blood.
Guanhai Taoist's eyes and pupils suddenly shrank, his hair stood up, and he suddenly felt a life and death crisis.
"Farewell." Hong Yuan smiled softly with a gentle attitude.
Stab, the Tianhe Sword easily pierced the body of Taoist Guanhai and penetrated the blessed land of Taoist Guanhai.
Taoist Guanhai, who was still coughing up blood, stiffened, his eyes lost their sparkle, and the sacred artifact of the Sea of ​​Clouds Scroll was also grasped by Hong Yuan.
As soon as the light turned, the Yunhai Sacred Artifact was refined by Hong Yuan.
Sacred weapons are rare, so saints take very good precautions against them. Once there is any sign of losing control, the sacred objects will explode with just a thought. This is why Hong Yuan wanted to act before!
"Senior Brother!" Martial Saint An Sheng's eyes were about to burst, and the nine-day flood of anger in his heart could not clean it away. He angrily threw himself at Hong Yuan.
roar!
A little bit of coldness stands out.
Martial Saint An Sheng, who was running around, fell to the ground in an instant, lifeless. Like Taoist Guanhai, he died at the hands of Hong Yuan!
Relaxed! Freehand!
This is the brand new impression Hong Yuan left on everyone.
The saints on the battlefield looked at Hong Yuan in shock, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"Bo Qing..." At the rear base camp of the sect alliance, the seventh-level sword master of Qinglu Taoist Temple - 'Po Jun Sword Lord' Li Taihao was heartbroken and wanted to take action. Because the dead martial saint An Sheng and Guan Hai Taoist were both
He is the supreme elder Wu Sheng of Qinglu Taoist Temple.
"Bastards, what are you doing!?" At the headquarters of the Daxuan Dynasty, King Zhennan looked angrily at the many Daxuanwu Saints on the light mirror.
All the martial saints in the sect alliance abandoned their opponents and attacked "Bo Qing" one after another. However, the martial saints of the Daxuan Dynasty only made symbolic moves and had no intention of rescuing "Bo Qing"!
Except for the sect martial saint who was really unable to escape, the other sect martial saints all launched an attack on "Bo Qing", more than twenty of them, with General Bai Xiangxuan and other geniuses at the forefront.
The mountains and seas were overturned, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.
All kinds of terrifying scenes appeared because of the powerful offensive of this group of sect martial saints.
The essence of vegetation, the essence of the scorching sun, the glimmer of stars, the origin of thunder...
To be continued...