Qingge stood in the center of the Bagua Array. Thousands of dark magical lights wrapped around her delicate body. The light swirled faster and faster. Faintly, there seemed to be a gloomy phoenix poured out of ink. The phoenix stood there
At the entrance to hell, he neighed to the soft song, as if sending an invitation to death.
The black phoenix was elated, roaring and wailing, one after another, and its eyes were like blood jade embedded in the hair.
The light became colorful and dizzying.
The snow-white hair dances with the wind and is dazzled in the brilliant light.
Qing Ge seemed to be restrained and could only stand in place. There seemed to be invisible walls around her body, blocking her way of escape.
In the carriage, Wu Yu smiled arrogantly.
Qingsha Yao sat on the rock, her face pale and her body weak. She stared closely at Qing Ge in the formation, her hands under her sleeves curled up slightly, feeling very worried.
In the Bagua array, the oppression became stronger and stronger, and the magic light blades were endless, crushing towards Qingge.
Qingge's feet didn't move, but her body was in a small space, constantly dodging to avoid the magic light blade. She was as agile as a wolf, her speed was extremely fast, and her constantly swaying body created a hurricane.
There are more and more magical light blades, and they are getting stronger and stronger. Although their speed is fast, in Qingge's eyes, these light blades are deliberately slowed down.
Qingge can avoid it as long as he concentrates on dealing with it.
The Magic Bagua Array is not like the Yin-Yang Bagua Array in the Snow Girl Palace. Its core is an extreme thing that is mutually reinforcing and incompatible. This type of array is what Qing Ge is best at.
But the Eight Trigrams Formation summoned by the dead soldiers was like a formation piled up by wild ghosts. If you think about it in a normal way, you can't find a way to break the formation even if you rack your brains.
What's more, the class of these dark magicians is no different from that of a sword spiritual master.
Although with Qingge's current strength, killing a Yijian spiritual master is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables, in the final analysis, she is just a practitioner of the thirteenth level of innateness.
In shock, Qingge closed her eyes.
Wu Yu sneered coldly and said disdainfully: "It seems that the turtle in the urn has given up struggling and is waiting for death."
The next moment, Wu Yu's face became even colder.
The sarcastic smile on his lips slowly froze.
Although Qing Ge in the formation closed his eyes, the speed of dodging the magic light blade became faster and faster, reaching the extreme speed. The movable space around him became narrower and narrower, but Qing Ge became more and more able to do so with ease.
Although her eyes were dark, her heart was bright and clear, and no sin could escape her.
"Kill her with a magic net!"
The murderous intent in Wu Yu's eyes became more and more intense. He roared loudly, and his voice became louder and louder, so that by the end, his voice was hoarse, his breath was short of breath, and a mouthful of blood poured straight into his throat.
Wu Yu's face turned red, his eyes twisted, and his soul was grim.
Compared to his ugly appearance, Qingge looked calm and elegant as ever when faced with magic attacks.
After Wu Yu finished speaking, the dark magicians took out their staffs engraved with snake patterns. Each person held a staff with a huge blood-colored crystal ball at the top.
Many magicians muttered words and ancient spells. After reciting them quickly, they pointed their staffs at Qingge. A strong light burst out from the crystal ball, rolling away like a raging fire, and was about to drown Qingge.
Qingge stood in the Bagua formation, raised his head, his deep and dark eyes were unfathomable, reflecting the blood-red light, which was dazzling and mysterious.
Qingge seemed to have remembered something, raised her eyebrows, threw the Mingwang Sword to her left hand, stretched out the palm of her right hand, and slowly took out the rouge umbrella refined by Jin Chanzi from the space bag.
Holding the sickle-like umbrella handle in hand, Qingge poured spiritual energy into the umbrella ribs. In an instant, the seventy-two-jointed rouge umbrella opened with a touching trembling sound.
The blood-red umbrella is simple and gorgeous, with a faint red mist on the surface. At the end of the umbrella handle, there is a delicate glass bead. With a slight movement of the wrist, it can make a lonely and sweet sound.
Viewed from a distance, the umbrella surface is crystal clear, like carefully polished ancient jade.
The beauty is picturesque.
Under her feet, the totem lines carved in the Bagua array are solemn and solemn, and the light of magic emerges beside her, with her black shirt dancing and her white hair flying.
Magic light, like a fire, hit the umbrella.
In a moment, the red mist on the surface of the umbrella penetrated into the magic light, and actually gradually decomposed the powerful and majestic magic light and fire until it was no longer able to fight.
Qingge turned her head, looked at the Rouge Umbrella with bright eyes, curled her lips and smiled, charming and evil, "It is indeed an earth-level weapon."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the magical light and fire that had been broken down like scattered flowers by a goddess suddenly intertwined into a large ancient net, covering and surrounding Qingge.
Qingge opened her bow left and right, closed her umbrella, and drew an arc in all directions. On the arc in the sky, murderous red mist floated.
Holding the Mingwang Sword in his left hand, he tentatively slashed at the magic net.
Like a copper wall or an iron wall, it is invulnerable and as hard as a rock.
The sharp blade of the Mingwang Sword cut the magic net, making a huge sound, as if two iron pillars holding up the sky were violently colliding on the top of the clouds. The sound was so loud and ear-splitting that it shot straight into the sky.
When the sound of weapons clashing came out, Qingge's mouth went numb and he took a small step back.
She concentrated her expression and looked towards the magic net.
The web woven by the light of magic is like a heavenly weapon, possessing terrifying power.
Wu Yu laughed loudly when he saw that Qing Ge failed to fight back.
His eyes seemed to be burning with dark will-o'-the-wisps.
The hoarse and harsh laughter cut through the silence of the night like a sharp knife. Suddenly, dark clouds gathered, covering the moon and stars, and a dark blue light suddenly appeared, followed by rumbling thunder.
Heaven and earth trembled.
When the thunder sounded, Wu Yu's eyes widened, and his eyes were bloodshot and red.
He shrank his neck and subconsciously stepped back, panicking.
He hated the thunder that took away his life, and at the same time, he was also afraid.
This is a strange and subtle psychology.
Qingsha Yao was sitting on the rock covered in blood. She turned her head and glanced at Wu Yu. Seeing Wu Yu's frightened and panicked look, she laughed sarcastically, "Elder Wu Yu is really getting better and better."
Wu Yu's face was clouded, "Qingsha Yao, I see that you are the leader of the Qingsha clan, so I let you go. Don't be ungrateful. If you don't drink the toast, you will be fined with wine."
Qingsha Yao smiled coquettishly, "How dare you say let me go, a loser with a broken Dantian? It seems that in today's world, there are all kinds of weird things."
Wu Yu gritted his teeth and his face was filled with a sinister look.
Qingsha's charming smile was very public, and her unabashed sarcasm was so explicit.
It's just that he didn't step on Wu Yu's soles directly.
Wu Yu has been glorious and respected all his life. Standing at the highest point of morality and overlooking all living beings, when has he ever been ridiculed by others?
Wu Yu's whole body was filled with a surging killing intent.
With a command from his eyes, the remaining two dark magicians took out their staffs, recited incantations, and attacked the Qingsha Demon.
The Qingsha Demon was still not afraid, but the contempt in her eyes became even more powerful.