Zhikarizhen's mental power has been secretly monitoring the agency Iron Eagle. The latter is swaying and spinning aimlessly in the air, never giving the agreed signal.
The surface of the Zhangshui River is turbulent, and the blue-black turbid waves are rolling and colliding, obscuring the underwater scene. From time to time, the shadows of insects, snakes and fish pass over the surface of the river, making strange screams. Zhiqizhen's mental power extends to three levels below the river.
If you are about a foot away, it will be difficult to go deeper and see the movement of Mo Chenfeng.
This person stayed underwater for too long and exceeded the time limit agreed upon by both parties.
Zhikarizhen glanced around. Although most of the casual cultivators fell into civil strife and fought each other, the remaining ones were all the monks with the strongest will and the toughest methods, and demon cultivators accounted for more than half. They were like cunning and fierce wolves.
Spread out, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge of the sword, but lingering, always keeping a moderate distance from yourself, ready to rush up and take a bite at any time.
Zhikarizhen was secretly anxious in his heart, but his face remained calm. Since his childhood, he would not reveal his emotions easily. As soon as the sword light was displayed, thousands of cold lights bloomed like brilliant fireworks, wrapping him up and running all the way.
It seems to continue to rush towards the dragon boat of Ji Kang and others.
"Stop him, don't let him join up with the Six Sons of the Bamboo Forest!" "He's at the end of his strength, he won't last long!" "Everyone, get in shoulder to shoulder!" Many monks shouted and scuttled, avoiding the invincible enemies along the way.
Sword light.
"What a bunch of rubbish!" Baimei snorted coldly, exerting force with his feet, and the dragon boat rushed straight towards Zhikarizhen like an arrow. He had already seen that although Yuan An had repelled Tian Hensheng, he was full of energy and energy.
, the god has slipped from his peak state, the sword light seems powerful and dazzling, but the flow of the sword energy is slightly sluggish, and he may have suffered a lot of internal injuries.
However, when Xie Xuan and Su Jiuqi used their magical powers and Dharma skills, their vitality was also greatly depleted, making it difficult for them to use their killing moves in a short period of time.
This was a great opportunity for him to take action, otherwise it would have been a lot of trouble to get the Seven Sons of the Bamboo Forest to reunite.
Zhuyan and Baimei connected with each other, and then they pinched the magic formula, flicked their fingers frequently, and the divine light of Taiyin burst out, hitting Zhikarizhen one after another.
This time, the lunar light is as thin as a gossamer and as continuous as a spring rain. It is not mainly for killing, but has hidden strands of entwining softness, forming a dense intertwined network, trying its best to drag down Zhikarizhen and the Hehuan sect who are in the same boat.
The monks worked together to cast spells, and the rays of light containing the power of the sun and the moon were shot out like a hail of shining arrows, cutting off the passage between Zhikarizhen and Ji Kang's six sons.
On the other side, Ji Kang and others were dragged by the four emperors and found it difficult to escape.
Suzaku pinched the technique and released waves of flames, forming a blazing wall of fire, several feet high, stacked up one on top of another, blocking the dragon boats of Ji Kang, Xie Xuan and others, trapping them in a sea of scorching fire.
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Xiang Xiu waved the Glory Color Pen with a solemn expression. The surrounding flame wall was red and white, revealing a strange metallic texture, which was very much like the legendary Nanming Lihuo.
The extreme fire temperature makes the air boil, and the mist rolls and covers the sky. The breath inhaled into the chest is filled with a choking burning heat. Even the colorful pen becomes very hot. I want to absorb all the colors of Nanming Lihuo, but I don’t know.
How long will it take?
Qinglong opened its mouth wide and produced endless suction. While swallowing all the attacks from the Six Bamboo Forest Masters, it also firmly absorbed the opponent's dragon boat, forcing several bone dragon boats to spin in place and find it difficult to sail away. p>
The white tiger's eyes showed a sneer, his palms seemed to be motionless, and the invisible fierce sword energy seemed to have not been released. It was in a mysterious state, just like a lurking tiger showing its claws. Although it has not yet pounced, all the changes are hiding the killing potential.
Being restrained will only increase the threat.
The stagnant sword energy also restrained Ji Kang's disciples, making them wary and unable to attack the enemy. Fortunately, the purpose of the four emperors was only to intercept everyone, and never used all their strength. Xuanwu was sitting cross-legged calmly.
In the cabin, I lowered my head and lowered my eyes, flipping the divination turtle shell repeatedly with my fingers, and fell into deep thought again.
The hexagrams are constantly changing, and God's will is unpredictable. It is still unknown whether Yuan An can be stopped. But for some reason, the hexagrams gradually reveal a sinister clue, which seems to be on the four of them.
Could it be that Yuan An also hid a shocking weapon that could threaten the lives of four people? Xuanwu couldn't figure it out. With the combined power of the four emperors, he could fight with the beginners of Hedao several times, while the monks at the Hedao level were all defeated.
Yi Meng Huang Liang Zhen suppresses them, who can kill them?
At the bottom of the dragon boat, the body of the sand monster covered it silently, like a dead thing, without showing any breath.
"Wait a little longer, it's not yet time." Yan Chinglang whispered secretly, and his mental power faintly locked the four emperors in front, letting the dragon boat under his feet stop in place and fluctuate with the waves.
The Qi machines of the four Qinglong people were connected from beginning to end. Even in the face of the attack by Ji Kang and others, the four Yuan Qi shields still circulated perfectly without any gaps. Yan Jinglang never launched, patiently waiting for the opportunity.<
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"Brother Yuan An is in danger, why don't you take action?" On Xie Xuan's dragon boat, Kong Jiuyan shook his folding fan again and again, urging him urgently.
"Stop shaking around, your head is spinning!" Two eyes popped out from the folding fan, turned around, and said furtively, "Yimeng Huangliangzhen, that old lady is too powerful, I didn't look at it"
Is it that she is ravaging the little green bamboo demon with all her strength? Tsk tsk, it’s so miserable! My old bones can’t stand up to her messing around, and my waist can’t bear it, so it’s better to be aware of the current situation.”
Kong Jiuyan hurriedly knocked on the folding fan and said with emotion: "Don't you hear that 'you can't be surrendered by force, but you can kill yourself to achieve benevolence?'"
"I have even heard that 'if you are poor, you must live alone! If you are not good at the Tao, you will ride on a raft and float in the sea.'" Kong Junzi rolled his eyes, retracted the folding fan, and despite Kong Jiuyan's repeated calls, he just refused to take the lead.
"Yuan An, hand over the Golden Que Illustration, so as not to lose your life!" Bai Mei shouted in the distance, and the dragon boat rushed towards me like lightning. The turbid waves and snow foam stirred up by the boat's head splashed and roared.
Zhi Kaizhen was silent and didn't answer. He came forward with sword light. The silk and bamboo sword made a clear sound, and the cold light swirled around him, cutting off all the incoming Taiyin divine light.
I don't know what's wrong! Bai Mei's eyes turned cold, and he jumped up. The Qing Qi of the God Refining and Returning to the Void series was running at full strength. His ten fingers kneaded and flicked, and a golden light from the sun shot out as fast as lightning. The light emitted was extremely strong.
The sun is so hot that it shines brightly on the river, like a dazzling reflective mirror, making it difficult to see anything in the field of vision.
Zhu Yan also jumped out at the next moment, and the lunar light on her fingertips was like a fine rain of needles, spraying silently. The wisps of lunar light all converged, changed femininely, and were hidden in the golden light of the sun. The demon cultivators in the same boat were moving.
Strong energy, ready to take advantage of any weakness at any time.
Zhikari Zhen's long sword was swung out, and the tip of the sword flowed like the wind, pointing towards the golden light of the sun. Although the divine light of Taiyin was completely invisible, how could it hide his almost Hedao mental power?
But at this moment, the golden light of the sun and the divine light of the lunar sky suddenly changed!
The golden light of the sun, which is extremely strong and yang, turns into the divine light of the yin and soft taiyin, and the divine light of the taiyin turns into the golden light of the sun. Yin and yang exchange each other, hardness and softness are reversed, and the figure of Zhi Shouzhen is submerged in an instant!
The next moment, the scattered white-bone dragon boats seemed to smell the smell of blood, and they quickly gathered around.