As the elders drank a violent loud, instantly, with the elders as the center, a strange black light appeared from his feet, spreading towards all directions.
Wherever the light goes, the mysterious runes are slowly emerged. These runes are intertwined, forming a huge formation.
In the formation method, the yin was filled, and the sound of the ghost crying was endless, as if opened the door to hell.
With the emergence of the formation, the whole world is dark.
The dark sky became darker, and the black lightning shuttled in the clouds, making a deafening roar.
Moreover, there is a gloomy atmosphere in the air.
Ziyang Tianzun saw a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it did not affect his warfare.
"snort!"
Ziyang Tianzun snorted coldly, and his sword waved and attacked the elder again.
In an instant, the world's unique edge was split out, just like the mountains.
This time, Ziyang Tianzun's attack was even more sharp, and each sword qi contained the power of destroying the earth.
However, the moment Ziyang Tianzun's sword qi came into contact with the formation method, there was amazing changes.
The sword gas seems to be blocked by an invisible force, and it is no longer possible to move forward. The original sharp sword qi, under the influence of the formation, began to distort and deform, and eventually dissipated invisible.
"I didn't expect you to be a powerful team, a little bit of interest."
Ziyang Tianzun held the long sword with one hand, and quietly moved the true gas. The purple gas on his body became more and more rich. The whole person seemed to be shrouded in a purple flame.
"Sword breaks the sky!"
Ziyang Tianzun drank, the long sword in his hand raised it high, a huge purple sword gas rose up, cutting towards the formation.
This sword is stronger than any of the previous ways, as if to split the whole world.
Facing Ziyang Tianzun's strong blow, the elder's face became dignified. He held the white bone scepter with his left hand, stamped his right hand, and kept reading the spell in his mouth, and kept the formation.
"Oh!"
The rune light in the formation is flourishing, forming a huge black shield, blocking the elder's body.
"Boom!"
The purple sword air collided with the black shield, making a deafening loud noise.
The strong energy fluctuations spread in all directions, and the surrounding space was shocked and collapsed, the earth trembled, and the whole world seemed to be in a chaotic.
Under the impact of this horrible energy, although the elder's body is straight, the corner of the mouth overflows a trace of blood.
Surprove it again!
far away.
Seeing this scene, the Prince of the Hades and others mentioned his throat.
"That old guy is too strong!" Said the second elder.
The priest Shen Sheng said: "That old guy is Jianxiu. As we all know, Jianxiu is good at attacking. The same realm is stronger than other monks."
Three elders said anxiously: "Can the elders block it?"
"It must be blocked." The second elder said that he couldn't stop it, otherwise he would stop it, otherwise the Ming people would finish it.
The third elder said, "But the elder was injured again ..."
The Prince of the Ming Dynasty interrupted: "Three elders, you don't be blinded by the scene in front of you. This is the elder intentionally."
"Oh?" The third elder was a little puzzled, and his face was full of puzzles. Asked: "His Royal Highness, what do you say?
"The injury is really injured, but it is not hindered."
Just defeated by the other party? "
"Elder Elderly shows that people first show weakness, deliberately reveal the flaws, and let Ziyang Tianzun relax."
"When Ziyang Tianzun thinks that the victory is in hand and neglects the great intention, the elder will seize the opportunity and give the other party a fatal blow!"
"The confrontation of the prospective emperor is only a moment."
"The elder is the strong emperor, and that injury is nothing to him. Although now it seems that he is weaker than the Ziyang Tianzun in tactics, in fact, he is far exceeded that he is far more than the Ziyang Tianzun."
Three elders are a little confused: "Is this that?"
"Why, do you think the prince does not even know his master?" Prince Edward said: "Wait, watch, the old guy of Qingyun Jianzong will die in the hands of the elder today."
After listening to the words of Prince Edward, the second elder flashed in his eyes and nodded hard: "His Royal Highness said very much!"
"The elder has always been resourceful, and there must be their own plans."
"Before he took the initiative to invite Ziyang Tianzun to study, it shows that he has a full grasp of this battle. Now this is so weak that he must be brewing a stronger counterattack."
The big priest also sighed slightly, agreed: "His Royal Highness is well -founded, the elders are highly strong, the battle has rich experience, and will not easily fall into the disadvantage. This weak strategy may be his method of breaking the enemy."
The frowning eyebrows of the third elder gradually opened up, and the face of worries on his face was much less. He said, "It turns out, it seems that I think more."
In the void.
The elder holds the white bones tightly and waves, waved again, and the endless gray mist emerged.
Suddenly, the gray mist turned into a huge giant crow, tearing the heavens and the earth, and rushed to Ziyang Tianzun.
The elder began to counterattack.
The countless macaro, dense, is hundreds of feet long, with a stubborn face, between wings fluttering, the sky dome tears, and when the paw wields it, the void is crushed.
It can be seen that this is also a great magical power.
When the crow was flying, he raised his head and screamed, which was creepy, as if he had come to Jiuyou Hell.
If you change to other people, I am afraid that it has been scared by this battle, but Ziyang Tianzun is not afraid.
"Condor Small Techniques."
Ziyang Tianzun held a long sword, surrounded by purple gas, split out a sword, spit out thousands of swords, and instantly were killed by countless crows.
Black blood splashed the sky!
Then, Ziyang Tianzun continued to wave.
Every time he produces a sword, there will be thousands of swords, and he will appear endlessly.
"Puff ..."
Ziyang Tianzun ruthlessly shot, sword qi split a crow, and blood splashed.
When the corpse of the crow fell again and again, when it was close to the ground, it changed into gray mist, disappearing without a trace.
Ziyang Tianzun's eyes are cold, such as the sword god re -life, holding a long sword and killing the Quartet.
In a moment, all the branches were cut by him.
In the end, Ziyang Tianzun stands in the void, and the clothes are not stained with blood. Jianfeng pointed directly at the elder and drank: "What are the means do you still have it?
"As you wish!" The elder raised the bone -white scepter and pointed to the sky.