Bo Yuqing's face became more and more ugly. As soon as the Gu Chen's sword flashed, a sharp sword light shot towards him.
Li Yunxiao's injury was only half recovered, and he didn't dare to take it head-on, and sneered: "You are far inferior to Lu Congzi. He did bad things and felt at ease, but you still have a conscience. He just escaped. I advise you to turn back and be on the shore."
"Look back? If you have the ability to let me turn back, I would rather, but do you have it?"
Bo Yuqing sneered, and the sword shadows rose up on the ancient Chen sword, changing into dragons, like scattered flowers falling down.
"The sword is roaring and the wind is raining!"
The powerful sword dragon turned into a storm of wind and sword rain, shattering the space and devouring everything.
Li Yunxiao retreated and did not want to fight him hard.
Bo Yuqing's eyes were cold and said, "I know you are injured and won't be strong. But this is a desperate battle, not a fair competition. Don't blame me for being merciless!"
His sword force changed, and he chased Li Yunxiao and slashed over.
The sword contains the free and easy way of wind and rain, and Qi Shengfeng's unrivaled aura, which is mixed with the strange demonic aura of neon stones.
Li Yunxiao was slightly shocked. Bo Yuqing was indeed a genius. Not only did his sword intent change, he also refined the neon stones and cultivated into an extremely Yin body. He also used magic energy to temper his body. His strength was no longer inferior to Qi Shengfeng.
The sword is full of intent, and no matter how he can dodge, he cannot escape the ever-changing changes.
As a last resort, take out the magic tree golden wheel and whirl it in the palm of your hand.
Suddenly, thousands of golden lights burst out, turning into swaying shadows of trees, swaying in the light. The branches and leaves are lush, connected into a piece, condensed into a light curtain in the world, and spreading the entire world of eternal life!
"That's..."
Bo Yuqing was shocked. Although the scene in front of him was amazing, it was not powerful enough. Li Yunxiao had been practicing this mysterious weapon for a long time, and with injuries on his body, his true energy was insufficient.
"Sad Sword Rain Wind-Sword Realm!"
The ever-changing sword intent condensed into a sword and suddenly pierced into the world's light curtain. The sword energy turned into wind and rain, and suddenly tore the light curtain open.
The infinite sword intent fell and hit the shadow of the tree, and it suddenly shattered into countless golden dots.
Li Yunxiao flipped his right hand and put away the golden wheel, his figure faded and disappeared from the spot.
In an instant, the afterimage left was shattered by countless sword lights.
Bo Yuqing swept his spiritual sense and his eyes fell hundreds of feet in front of him. Li Yunxiao's body gradually appeared.
"The Golden Wheel of the Dharma Tree! That is a long-lost holy weapon in the Demon Realm!"
Mo Qiang, who was fighting with Haofeng, caught a glimpse of the two fighting from the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Bo Yuqing, kill him quickly!"
Haofeng angrily rebuked: "Is it a contempt for me to fight against me?!"
The sword energy that was gradually weakened increased, and Mo Qiang felt that the white light flashed even more powerfully. A huge sword light several feet wide appeared in the sky, slashing down like a mountain pressing down!
Mo Qiang snorted coldly, his face was covered with a large number of magic patterns, and he raised his sword to meet him.
The blade also suddenly became darker, echoing the symbols on him.
"Bang!"
The two swords collided and sparked endless sparks.
Mo Qiang was repelled more than ten feet away, and a gap broke out in the knife. He couldn't help but frown, and his anger appeared in his eyebrows. "You have destroyed the treasure sword that Lu Congzi tailored for me."
Haofeng sneered: "Isn't it very suitable for a bad person to match a bad knife? Later, the dead person will match a dead knife!"
The aura on his body suddenly changed tremendously, and it increased several times in an instant, and his eyes turned blue, as deep as the ocean.
Mo Qiang suddenly exclaimed and said, "Not good!" A huge danger spread in his heart, and he turned around and turned into a magic light to escape.
Haofeng said in a cold voice: "The sorrow of the sword world!"
The Nirvana Sword flashed, and the boundless sword light was like the sea, a blue world.
"Bang!"
Mo Qiang hurriedly raised his sword to greet him, and the sword was shattered and his light was shattered. Then his body was hit by the sea of swords and exploded with a "bang".
"Quake!"
Countless demons squeezed out from the space where Qiang exploded. For a moment, the sky was full of demons, screaming and biting everyone.
"What?! Qiang He?!"
Lu Congzi, Bo Yuqing, and Moji all changed their faces, and the three of them finally showed surprise.
Once the Demon Qiang dies, the even balance of power is broken in an instant, and they will undoubtedly be defeated.
"Don't panic, Haofeng is already at the end of his strength!"
Lu Congzi shouted in a deep voice, and saw from the corner of his eyes that Haofeng, after he tried his best to exert the sorrow of the sword world, was completely drained. The speed of lifting the sword was very slow, and he seemed to kill the demon.
The figure staggers.
The fact is also as Lu Congzi said. Hao Feng used a blow that surpassed his own power. Now he was backfired by the secret technique and his power gradually diminished. Even these ordinary demons were difficult to kill.
"What a tough thing!"
Haofeng's eyes returned to normal, and a seal was stamped into the knife, and he sat cross-legged.
Seven marks flashed in succession on the knife, a trembling sound came out, and a golden light rose from it, slowly gathering into a human-shaped man.
The man stood beside Haofeng, swinging his fists. Each punch was blown, and a demon demon exploded, turning into the most ordinary demon essence.
It is the guardian of the sword spirit!
Even though Haofeng was hard to fight again, Mo Qiang's death still had a great impact on Lu Congzi and the other two. Especially Mo Ji, with a gloomy face, he was besieged by Zhuo and Can, and he was beaten to no avail. He had a heart attack.
anxiety.
Lu Congzi himself was also sealed and threatened by the danger of being forced to move around, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Master Moji, please use the magical prayer technique!"
"Prayer for the Divine Art?!"
Everyone was shocked. Everyone understood that this was a forbidden technique that prayed for the strong to come to their own body. Once used, it may cause irreparable consequences to themselves.
However, the structure of people in the demon world is different from that of ordinary people, and the impact will be much smaller.
Li Yunxiao became even more worried. The lowest level Demon Lord is equivalent to a powerful person in the Void Realm, and he is even stronger than the ordinary Void Realm without the suppression of the Realm.
So if he uses the magical prayer technique, what level of existence will come?
Creation? King of Realm?
In either case, it is nightmarish news for them!
Zhuo and Can fought with the Demon Lord 100,000 years ago. They had some experience. After hearing this, their faces changed slightly, and the attacks in their hands became more urgent, leaving him without any free use of tricks.
Moji suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Do you think only I can use the magical prayer technique?"
"What?"
The two of them were stunned for a moment, then Can suddenly looked at Lu Congzi in the distance and said in surprise: "That's..."
The mask on Lu Congzi's face suddenly turned scarlet and bright.
Feng Yaoli's pupils suddenly shrank and said, "Use neon stones to penetrate the brain?"
"hey-hey."
After the mask, a long needle was born and directly pierced from Lu Congzi's Yintang acupoint. Neon power was continuously input into his body.
Not only did his strength increase rapidly, but his magic patterns began to gush out of his body, and his whole body became completely demonized.
"Do you think the old man refined neon stone just to wear it on his face to perform a faint mental attack?"
Lu Congzi sneered coldly, the demonic aura on his body was like a hot high temperature, stirring up circles, causing Feng Yaoli to change his face and dare not step forward freely.
After Lu Congzi used his mask to increase his strength, he did not rush to attack, but instead pinched his fingers with one hand and patted his right palm to the side of his body.
A magic light appeared with a punch, turning into a figure of a figure. A figure gradually appeared inside, which was Yin Yu. The orange-yellow scales on his body flashed, but his face was a little dull, and he had not recovered from the trauma of the magic god's attack.
"Master, what do you think I took Yin Yu's body for?"
Lu Congzi said slowly, but his hands kept pinching and stabbing into Yinyu's body one by one.
The demonic energy wrapped around Yin Yu became stronger and stronger, constantly turning from inside to outside, and the magic talisman also flashed out and broke into the void without seeing it.
A terrifying force erupted from Yin Yu's body, causing the space to "buzz" but it was not Long Wei!
Feng Yaoli's face changed and he said in surprise: "Pray for the Divine Art!"
Lu Congzi nodded and said, "That's right. Lord Yinyu is an ancient true dragon, which is condensed by the power of the realm. It is most suitable for the body to bear the power of the Demon Lord. Lord Yinyu who descends in this way will not be able to bear it.
The force of the world has been suppressed, haha.”
"madman!"
Feng Yaoli's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "It seems that you are completely possessed and have no choice but to die!" He pinched his left hand and pointed it into the sky, turning into a Tai Chi diagram and spreading it continuously, sealing a piece of heaven and earth, and suddenly pressing it down.
A glimmer burst out from Lu Congzi's eyes, as if he was a little afraid. The two maces in his hand turned into flowing light and sacrificed them, rushing into the sky.
When the Tai Chi diagram fell, the maces were sealed at once, as if they were frozen in the air.
"What?!"
Lu Congzi widened his eyes. His power had even surpassed Feng Yaoli under the stimulation of the mask, but was still blocked by the Tai Chi diagram. In frightened, he didn't care about using the magic prayer technique and suddenly turned around and ran away.
"boom!"
As soon as he escaped more than ten feet away, he felt the huge suppression of space, and all sides became iron walls. Not only did he move extremely slowly, but he even had the magic skills that were moving inside his body.
"Damn it!"
Lu Congzi gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, his eyes bursting with anger and murderous aura. He still underestimated the talented magical powers of the Huo Dou clan.
"Damn it you!"
Feng Yaoli sneered sarcastically, and Leng Jian Bingshuang slashed down. The mighty power of the world was a sword that was overwhelming!
Qianli was frozen under this sword. Before the sword aura arrived, a thick layer of ice formed on Lu Congzi's body, standing there like a snowman.
But through the ice and snow, his clear magical eyes could still be seen flashing with strange light.
The snowflakes in the sky seemed to condense under the gaze of the light, and the entire space was extremely twisted, like twists and turns!
"Boom!"
The Qingcheng sword rolled through the twisted space, slashing out a circle of spiral trajectories, attacking Lu Congzi, unable to hurt him at all.
Feng Yaoli was shocked, and the other party actually used his mental power to reverse the space and avoided the sword!
Lu Congzi's pupils suddenly became dim and turbid. The twisting space just now almost emptied his mental power, and now his mind was a little confused.
"Can you hide from a sword? The second sword and the third sword?"
Feng Yaoli's face turned cold. Within one step, he appeared in front of Lu Congzi, raising his sword and slashed directly into his neck! Mobile phone users should visit http://m.piaotian.net