Xu Qingyun took action quickly, stepped hard with his feet, and rushed towards Pan Yangqiu at high speed.
Spiritual energy surges within the body, and purple thunder condenses in the palm of his right hand.
The Purple Thunder Palm struck directly at Pan Yangqiu.
Purple thunder enveloped Pan Yangqiu's entire body. The next second, Xu Qingyun was slightly stunned.
Pan Yangqiu's body directly turned into a paper man, and was burned to ashes under the power of Zi Lei's palm.
Xu Qingyun's eyes narrowed: "Li Daitao is stiff!"
The next moment, Pan Yangqiu's figure appeared seven or eight meters away from Xu Qingyun.
Pan Yangqiu smiled proudly, looked at Xu Qingyun and others and said:
"You want to kill me, but you still have some tricks!"
"It's interesting." Xu Qingyun was not angry, but laughed softly.
He was a little curious about the origin of this middle-aged Taoist, and he was actually capable of so many strange methods.
Pan Yangqiu looked at Xu Qingyun and the others and said coldly:
"Today, none of you can leave, you will all be buried here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Yangqiu suddenly jumped up to a height of three to four meters. With a flick of his sleeves, he saw dozens of paper figures flying out.
These paper figures flew out of their sleeves and the moment they landed, they turned into murderous soldiers holding swords and wearing armor.
Dozens of soldiers came to fight together with a powerful momentum. If war horses were added, they would look more like soldiers fighting on ancient battlefields.
These soldiers brandished the swords, guns, swords and halberds in their hands. No one would doubt what the consequences would be if they were hit.
These soldiers not only have murderous aura, but also a strong Yin aura.
Obviously, these soldiers were transformed from ghosts and were not real ancient soldiers.
Lu Xiuyuan and Leng Qinglian were shocked when they saw this scene. It was also the first time they had seen such a method.
These ancient soldiers transformed from ghost spirits were very fast and rushed towards them. In the blink of an eye, they had already arrived at the front.
These ghosts are irrational and only know how to rush in and kill, their ferocious faces full of murderous intent.
Xu Qingyun waved his hands, and the spiritual energy in his Dantian condensed, turning into a golden wall to block the charging ancient soldiers.
At the same time, the purple thunder in Xu Qingyun's palms continued to condense.
The next moment, the golden wall that resisted the ancient soldiers disappeared, Xu Qingyun struck out with both palms, and purple thunder exploded in Xu Qingyun's palms.
The power of purple thunder covered the entire space. Dozens of ancient soldiers transformed from ghosts were wrapped in thunder, flashing arcs and attacking continuously.
After a while, these dozens of ancient soldiers who had turned into ghosts all collapsed and disappeared.
Pan Yangqiu, who was not far away, frowned slightly and watched this scene.
He felt a little distressed. He had collected all these ghosts with great difficulty, and every time he used one, he would lose another one.
However, at this moment, for the sake of fighting, we can only use it continuously.
Pan Yangqiu waved the sleeves of his Taoist robe again, and more paper figures flew out. This time the ghosts that appeared were more powerful, not just soldiers, but generals, and even war horses.
"Let's see how long you can resist!"
Pan Yangqiu said with a sneer.
"Master Xu, let me help you!"
Lu Xiuyuan took action, waving the whisk in his hand, shooting out streaks of white energy, killing the Yinhun soldiers who were charging towards them.
Xu Qingyun raised his right hand, and a golden spirit shot out from his body and fell into his palm.
Xu Qingyun holds the Longli Sword in his hand. The powerful sword power is concentrated and the sword intention surges.
The golden sword light on the sword seemed to condense into substance.
Xu Qingyun held the Long Li Sword in his hand and flew up, facing the rolling torrent, and the thousands of ghost soldiers headed towards Pan Yangqiu to kill him.
The golden sword light stretched against the wind, and Xu Qingyun killed several ghost soldiers with a single wave.
After a while, a bloody path was carved out. This chapter has been completed!