Chapter 343 Looking for the Saint of Purple Mansion
Chapter 358 One Hundred and Eight Thousand Swords as Black as Ink
The man with the golden gourd hanging on his head stared closely at Zhang Wenchang, while the other man held a five-color feather fan, and the other held a silver diamond bracelet, staring at Ye Fan eagerly.
"Zhang Wenchang!"
"Ye Fan!"
Zhang Wenchang and Ye Fan greeted each other.
Zhang Wenchang looked at these three young men. They were all in their twenties. They were all very heroic, powerful, and heroic. They were all young masters and would surely become the backbone of the Holy Land of Light in the future.
"You, and you, come here!" Zhang Wenchang pointed directly with his hand, provoking the two people holding five-color feather fans and golden gourds.
As for the guy holding the silver diamond bracelet, let Ye Fan deal with it.
The two people looked at Zhang Wenchang, pointing at them like a pig or a dog, and they immediately became furious.
"Who are you? Ye Fan still leaves a message after killing people. How arrogant. He will undoubtedly die. If you are with him, you will not escape death." The man holding the golden gourd scolded coldly.
Zhang Wenchang didn't answer. He stared at the golden gourd, his eyes motionless.
"Zhengzhengzheng..."
Like a huge golden thundercloud, it hit the bottom of the golden gourd with a snap.
One after another golden streaks, the long sword penetrated the ground and penetrated deeply into the depths of the strata.
At this time, the quality of that extremely incompetent divine feather is definitely far superior to that of the Golden Winged Dapeng King Divine Peng Feather, which only exists in the seventh-level secret realm.
The golden gourd vibrated violently, and my light became even brighter. The golden flames burned as low as a hundred meters, dyeing the sky golden.
"Void small handprint!"
I immediately punched out the seals like crazy, punching out mysterious runes one after another, and flew into the golden gourd.
Golden light soared into the sky, like a vast ocean, flying around Zhang Wenchang's body, and purple thunder snakes circled and danced around my body.
This tangible pressure penetrated through holes and threads. It was so light that it caused the entire ground to collapse.
Under the diamond bracelet, the divine light circulates in confusion, and the Dao patterns below are like a dragon in the middle, swimming under the diamond bracelet, blocking the Cauldron of Mother Qi of All Things. It was a broken collision, but there was no damage at all. "Boom!"
There are a forest of divine swords in the sky, each one as thick as a bucket. The edge of the sword is cold, as white as ink, with flames lingering and murderous intent rising into the sky.
The aura all over my body surged. It was really terrifying. I stood opposite the golden gourd woman. The aura of terror surged, and murderous intent filled Qiye.
"One hundred and four thousand swords!"
The woman who controlled the golden gourd and issued thousands of golden divine swords felt a burning cold and bone-chilling murderous intent when facing the divine sword refined from the feathers of the Xiao Neng level.
"He's going to run away and fight head-on!" the golden gourd woman said.
"That bastard thing is really terrifying. How come I have mastered so few divine swords with astonishing murderous power?" The woman holding the colorful feather fan suddenly felt uneasy in her heart. The quality of this divine sword seemed to be better than the quality of the colorful feather fan in her hand.
Even worse.
That small handprint in the void has not been improved by Zhang Wenchang.
The silver light of the diamond bracelet flashed, and when it hit the cauldron of Mother Qi of all things, a series of silver sparks popped out, and the divine power was beyond comparison.
Click click click.
Under the weak pressure of the golden gourd, the small ground above suddenly burst into narrow cracks.
"He comes from the Fire Crow Clan?"
Buzz buzz.
The golden gourd is as pure as nature, very exquisite, with brilliant golden light, and a very smooth surface. Mysterious lines flash one after another, making it appear simple and natural.
Lines of sword light soared into the sky, like a volcano erupting.
Bang bang bang.
His golden gourd swayed slightly and flew out in an instant. It was strong in the wind and rushed towards Zhang Wenchang like a golden hill.
Therefore, each of the divine swords made from the feathers of the fire crows is spitting out light as white as ink, burning with raging white flames. The sword energy is extremely sharp and captivating.
The golden gourd that covered the sky and the sun, like a hill, was shaken violently by the beating, and a huge handprint appeared underneath, which was deeply sunken to the outside.
Zhang Wenchang's voice pierced through the cracked gold and stone, shaking the ears of the woman opposite and causing her eardrums to ache.
"Ye Fan, he really colluded with the demon clan."
Tens of thousands of golden divine swords were ejected from the gourd again, several times less than the golden divine swords sprayed out just now. Each one became more violent, and we rushed out like a tide.
The golden gourd suddenly vibrated violently, and thousands of divine lights shot out from the gourd's mouth, turning into ten thousand divine swords. Each one was no thicker than a bucket, and the golden light was bright, and it shot towards Qiu Yiyu.
The power of that golden gourd was so astonishing that I was like a hill, crushing red rocks one after another before I could fall on it.
Therefore, I am not as white as ink, but a golden little palm with purple thunder light lingering underneath.
It was an extremely terrifying attack. The golden long swords as thick as buckets were scattered all over the sky, and the ground was beaten like a honeycomb, with holes that were as deep as the bottom appeared.
"Humph, you know how to escape? What a joke! You can kill ten of those trash fish like him!" Zhang Wenchang said with a warm smile.
At this time, Zhang Wenchang stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the sky. My eyes shot out a golden divine light, which was so sharp that it was like a divine sword unsheathed. The light shot out stared at the gourd woman tightly, making my heart palpitate.
And this woman holding a colorful feather fan is quite arrogant, and she actually bothered to attack Zhang Wenchang together and stood aside to sweep the formation.
Zhang Wenchang waved his left hand and shot it towards the sky.
That was the One Hundred and Four Thousand Sword simulated by Zhang Wenchang. I once secretly plotted against Taoist Huo Yao, plucked out all the divine feathers from my body, and refined it into the One Hundred and Four Thousand Sword.
The golden gourd was radiant and bursting with incredible power, as if it was about to crush Zhang Wenchang into pulp at the last moment.
The Golden Divine Sword, with thousands of golden lights, is frighteningly powerful. Thick Golden Divine Swords are attacking Zhang Wenchang continuously.
Looking around, Zhang Wenchang is surrounded by densely packed divine swords, which are as white as ink and full of murderous intent. The sight of them is frightening.
Those tens of thousands of golden divine swords turned into edged sword rain, intertwining into a blazing curtain of light.
On Zhang Wenchang's feet, there are green lotuses blooming, with chaotic light shining, and his body looks like a ghost, disappearing and appearing.
I use the holy method of fighting to promote the secret technique of the small hand seal of the void, and use my own divine power to activate the small hand seal.
The woman holding a diamond bracelet has not yet started a fierce battle with Qiu Yi.
Seeing that Zhang Wenchang didn't answer, the man didn't speak either.
The owner of this golden gourd took a breath of hot air. I was deeply shocked by how few white swords there were, each one burning with white flames.
"One hundred and four thousand swords, kill!" Qiu Yiyu shouted, and the divine sword, which was as white as ink, rushed down.
The small golden handprints surrounded by purple thunder struck out eight times in a row, bombarding the golden gourd like thunder, sending me flying far away.
"Could it be that he is a young master of the demon clan?"
Zhang Wenchang's divine swords, which were as white as ink, soared down from the sky and met tens of thousands of golden divine swords.
Zhang Wenchang felt that this golden gourd was made from some kind of material, and it seemed to be grown from some divine vine.
At that moment, the sky and the earth exuded an astonishing murderous intent.
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