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Four hundred and fiftieth chapters fierce battle

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Qin Shuang raised her hands sideways and suddenly raised her into the air.

"hold head high……"

Hundreds of coiled dragons surrounding Qinshuang roared together and rose towards the Qi Refining Cultivators flying in the air. The Qi Refining Cultivators on the opposite side instantly felt a huge pressure coming to their faces, and the whole sky seemed to be shaking. Hundreds of coiled dragons rushed towards the Qi Refining Cultivating disciples in the air like a rolling mountain range.

Although the Qi Refining Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation Cultivation released various defensive armors, they could not resist the collision of Panlong.

"Boom boom boom..."

The defensive armor was broken, and countless disciples of the Qingshan Sect's Qi Refining Stage fell from the air like dumplings. When hundreds of dragons were consumed, the broken bodies of thousands of disciples of the Qingshan Sect lay all over the ground.

“Buzz…”

The sky seemed to darken, and a large handprint covering the sky appeared in the sky and slapped at the Qingshan Sect Qi Refining Cultivators in the sky.

"boom……"

With a sound of cracking the sky, thousands of cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage of Qingshan Sect were shattered under this palm.

"boom……"

The remaining Qi Refining disciples no longer dared to rush towards Qinshuang, either fleeing to both sides, or turn around and flee deep into the sect. In an instant, the chaos became a mess, and even worse, they collided with each other and fell from the air.

Qin Shuang was too lazy to pay attention to them, so she shot towards Qingshan Sect. Before she could get close to the inner sect area, she saw Qingshan Sect monks appearing in the air. This time she was not walking with a weapon, but in the air, all of whom were disciples of the Foundation Establishment Stage of the Qingshan Sect’s inner sect.

Qin Shuang's mind moved, and six golden long swords in the sea of ​​consciousness merged into a giant sword and walked out of the body. Qin Shuang grabbed it in his hand and stabbed it into the air.

The stars hang down and the wilderness is wide!

"Clang clang clang..."

The stars swayed in the sky, and thousands of star powers drooped, like a sword rain, as if the starry sky was short and the earth became vast.

“Ahhhh…”

Thrilling screams came from the sky, and figures fell from the air. In less than three breaths, more than a thousand foundation-building cultivators died and disappeared.

Only a sect can have many foundation-building cultivators. Qin Shuang's style is flat and wide, so he almost killed one-third of the foundation-building cultivators in Qingshan Sect.

Qin's footsteps stomped on the earth, and the earth cracked step by step because of her footsteps, spreading around like a spider web. Looking up, she saw the Qingshan Sect Foundation Establishment disciple in the air looking at her at a loss. Qin's eyes shone coldly and another sword stabbed out.

The stars hang down and the wilderness is wide!

"boom……"

The Qingshan Sect Foundation Establishment Cultivator in the sky fled in all directions. Qin Shuang's figure pulled out a afterimage on the ground, like a dragon shadow rising and falling on the ground, rising towards the inner gate of Qingshan Sect.

Qin Shuang killed all the disciples of Qingshan Sect, Qi Refining and Foundation Establishing Stage disciples, so that the disciples of Qingshan Sect didn't even have a chance to take action, so they were either killed or fled one after another.

"Qin Shuang is bold!"

"Qingshan Sword Formation!"

I remembered the loud shouting in the air. Qin Shuang, who was rushing to look up and saw nearly a thousand-stage disciples coming from the air. At the same time, there were shadows and sword energy, and they were about to form a sword formation.

Qin Shuang is here to kill people, not to fight, so how could she give them the chance to form a sword formation?

He paused, bent his knees slightly, then suddenly stepped forward and stabbed out with a sword. The sword burst out with the power of the Qin Double Yuanying Stage.

The stars hang down and the wilderness is wide!

The sky suddenly shone brightly, the stars drooped, like the rain of swords and the Milky Way poured out, dense and sharp, covering the earth without any room to hide.

Before the Qingshan Sect disciples in the air had time to set up a sword formation, they released their defensive armor and sacrificed their spiritual weapons to resist the sword energy transformed from the wisp of starlight.

"Puff puff puff..."

The disciples of the Jiedan stage could not resist the Xingchui Pingyekuo released by Qinshuang. The most important thing was that Qinshuang took the lead and did not give Qingshan Sect a chance to take action. Moreover, Qinshuang released Xingchui Pingyekuo with the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul stage. The power was too much higher than that of the other party, so these Qingshan Sect's disciples also had a tragedy, and countless monks fell from the air.

However, the Dan-building stage is the Dan-building stage, which is much stronger than the Foundation Building stage, so it hurts more and dies less.

"Sacrifice to the green mountains!"

A loud voice came from afar. Qin Shuang looked up and saw hundreds of Yuanying disciples who had already set up a sword formation in the air and drifted towards her. The sword formations rotated, and green mountains formed out of thin air, pressing towards Qin Shuang.

Qin Shuang had seen it before, and he was still in the sea as Qin Shuang. At that time, the other party had three great monks in the divine stage, and she knew the power of Ji Qingshan very well. She immediately thought about it, put away the golden penis in her hand, and called out thirty-six small golden penis swords from the sea of ​​consciousness, constructed a small Zhoutian sword formation, and protected herself in the sword formation.

This is not a small Zhoutian sword formation with one sword, but a small Zhoutian sword formation with thirty-six golden spears. In fact, this is indeed a small Zhoutian formation, not a small Zhoutian sword. However, it is constructed from thirty-six golden spears, so it also includes swordsmanship, and its power is doubled.

"Boom boom boom..."

Green mountains fell on Qinshuang's small Zhoutian sword formation, and the monks who released the sacrifice to Qingshuang were all in the Nascent Soul stage. Moreover, the vast number of Nascent Soul stage monks were higher than Qinshuang's level, and dozens of Nascent Soul stage monks joined forces. Just one round of attack made the small Zhoutian sword formation shaking.

"You dare to break into the mountain gate of our Qingshan Sect and kill my Qingshan Sect disciples. Yue Wujun, you are looking for death!"

When the disciples of the Qingshan Sect saw the small Zhoutian sword formation shaking, they all calmed down and shouted. Qin Shuang stared at the eyes and pinched his fingers with both hands, then raised his hand and pointed to the left and right. Seventy-two small golden roll swords came out from Qin Shuang's sea of ​​consciousness, with thirty-six each on the left and right, forming a small Zhoutian sword formation, strangling towards Ji Qingshan, which was oppressed in the air.

"Boom boom boom..."

The two small Zhoutian sword formations were like two starry skyscrapers, rolling up countless stars and constantly hitting the Qingshan sacrificed by the Qingshan Sect cultivators. The power of the seventy-two Golden Phang swords was already powerful enough, let alone the small Zhoutian sword formation was built?

In three breaths, it hit dozens of times. The huge green mountain in the air was covered with cracks and finally shattered with a bang.

At the moment of breaking, Qin Shuang's sleeves flew forward, and with the small Zhoutian sword formation guarding her, a total of three small Zhoutian sword formations crushed the dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators.

The three small Zhoutian sword formations spread like three starry sky towards the dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators. In the eyes of those dozens of monks, they were three Zhoutian movements, mysterious and majestic. Not to mention resisting, just take a look, you will feel powerless.

"Clang clang clang..."

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