Driven by Yuan Zhenhu, these demonic beasts all rushed towards Qin Lang.
Some shadows were so powerful that they even extended their consciousness. They looked at Qin Lang as if they were looking at some delicious food. They roared and flew forward with fierce eyes.
Half of the sky was filled with the shadows of these monster beasts.
"Qin Changkong, today you will sacrifice your flesh and blood to my array of beasts!" Yuan Zhenhu said excitedly.
Qin Lang snorted and said: "It's just a small trick."
He stretched out his fingers and flicked the sky seven times, and saw seven stars falling from the sky, bringing endless firelight and landing on the shadow.
The phantoms of all the beasts were burned by the fire and instantly turned into nothingness.
The original roar quickly turned into a miserable scream, and the screams were endless. No shadow could block the seven stars for more than one second.
Yuan Zhenhu's expression changed greatly: "What kind of magical power are you using to refine my Ten Thousand Demons Formation?"
Qin Lang ignored him and just controlled the falling of the seven stars. The faster they fell, the more they felt their pressure.
"No!" Mo Chengzi reacted very quickly, and immediately raised his hand and waved out an endless stream of green light, blocking the seven stars one layer after another.
"Qin Changkong should not be underestimated. Everyone, take action quickly!" He couldn't help shouting.
If he hadn't helped to block it, Yuan Zhenhu would have been directly smashed to death by the seven stars.
Among the seven powerful men, Mo Chengzi and Fang Bitao knew how terrifying Qin Lang was. From the very beginning, they did not dare to take advantage of Qin Lang and were always wary of Qin Lang.
"Brother Tiger, please take a rest and let me do it!" Ling Heqing snorted coldly, flew up to meet him, raised his hand, and seven pillars of smoke shot up, each one just hitting a star, directly smashing the star.
After the seven smoke pillars broke through Qin Lang's stars, a strong wind howled and blew towards Qin Lang. The seven smoke pillars also followed the strong wind and turned ninety degrees, one by one and one by one, towards Qin Lang.
It's just that these smoke pillars finally surrounded Qin Lang, but Qin Lang didn't see any injuries.
At first, Ling Heqing thought that Yuan Zhenhu's magical power was too poor, so he failed to cause harm to Qin Lang, so he wanted to come down for Yuan Zhenhu. Unexpectedly, his own magical power fell on Qin Lang and had no effect at all.
After Mo Chengzi no longer had to support Qin Lang's star, he withdrew the green light. At this time, he saw that Ling Heqing was still arrogant and unwilling to attack Qin Lang and insisted on fighting alone. He couldn't help but sigh and said: "At this time, I am still afraid of losing.
What about your identity? Qin Changkong will not show mercy!"
He saw the smoke column enveloping Qin Lang. Without any hesitation, he directly raised his hand and shot out the green light again. Fang Bitao also hurriedly shot out the ring with his hands, which was as sharp as a blade and could cut through any steel plate no matter how thick it was.
Cut them all into three parts.
"Is this your level? This is the top ten strong men on the Heavenly Ranking. It really disappoints me." Qin Lang proudly stared at the many oncoming attacks. His body swayed, and a thousand feet of golden light appeared behind him.
The withered tree stood straight into the sky. With a slight shake of the tree body, Ling Heqing's smoke column broke free and dispersed.
Mo Chengzi's layers of green light were all blocked by the golden light of the withered sacred tree. Although Fang Bitao's ring magic weapon cut into the golden light, it only left two shallow marks on the tree and was bounced away.
These attacks can't even break through the defense of the Withered Sacred Tree, let alone kill Qin Lang!
The seven powerful men on the Heavenly Ranking could not help but change their faces. The monks who were watching were exclaiming in surprise. They did not expect that Qin Changkong's body refining technique was so powerful. He was invincible just by relying on the body refining technique.
Already.
Sakura's eyes shone brightly when she saw it, and King Guo Ji turned to the Canglong King and said: "Old dragon, Master's body-refining magic seems to be much more powerful. Even your dragon body can't compare with it."
Master’s body refining skills are perfect!”
Canglong King nodded and said solemnly: "Indeed, even if I transform into Canglong's true form, I may not be able to block the joint attack of Mo Chengzi and Fang Bitao, let alone the restraint of Ling Heqing's magical power."
The other monks' discussions had already exploded.
"If this continues, won't Qin Changkong be invincible?" A monk asked worriedly.
"No, no, the Glazed Swordsman has not yet taken action with his Glazed Sword, not to mention that Mo Chengzi and other strong men only attacked tentatively and did not show any powerful magical powers or stunts. It should not be possible for Qin Lang's defense to be broken.
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Some monks are still analyzing with confidence.
Qin Lang's people and the shadow of the thousand-foot sacred tree behind him still stood proudly in the air, scorning the seven powerful men in front of them.
Mo Chengzi, Fang Bitao and others looked at Qin Lang and couldn't help but shed a little cold sweat on their foreheads.
"Trees are trees, and fire defeats wood. To deal with Qin Changkong's body refining technique, use fire." The glazed swordsman suddenly said.
Liu Yunfei and Yuan Zhenhu were shocked when they heard this. Both of them are good at fire magic powers, and they still have a chance of winning against Qin Changkong!
"Flame Knife!" Liu Yunfei shouted, and the shadow of a big knife lit up in front of him. The knife was burning with blazing fire, as if the entire knife was made of flames.
With a "hoo!", the flaming knife slashed towards Qin Lang. Then Liu Yunfei pulled his hands, and more flaming knives appeared in front of him. However, he used the magical power of the serial knife, one after another.
It shoots almost seamlessly to all parts of the Withered Sacred Tree.
"Fire Tiger Soul!" Yuan Zhenhu was not willing to be outdone at all. He gathered his true energy and summoned a huge phantom of a flaming tiger. With a roar, Yuan Zhenhu dragged a long tail flame and ran towards the Withered Sacred Tree.
The fire-based magical powers of the two powerful men on the Heavenly Ranking are naturally more terrifying and fiery than those of ordinary monks.
The blade of the flaming serial knife almost ignited the entire sky, and the tiger trailing the tail flame was more like a comet falling from the sky, streaking across the sky with an irresistible momentum, about to blast everything in front of it.
into slag.
No matter who is facing the attack from these two fire-type magical powers, their only thought will probably be to leave their last words.
Qin Lang stood on the opposite side of the two fire-type magical powers like a god. The firelight reflected on his face. His face was as cold and ruthless as granite, and as steel without any wavering. Even the dazzling flames were farther away from his pupils.
It came closer and closer, eventually completely covering his field of vision, and he didn't even move.
The next moment, the flames engulfed his figure.
Behind him, the withering divine tree like a world tree, swaying in the wind, was also hit hard by the comet-like flaming tiger. Countless flaming sword lights easily cut through the branches of the withering divine tree, which was like holding up the sky.
The pillar-like torso was surrounded by blazing flames. The dissipated flame tiger used its own body to turn the flames into flames. It could burn the entire withered sacred tree in less than ten seconds.
"Success!"
Many monks were overjoyed and almost whistled for joy.
The Glazed Swordsman was indeed the second strongest man on the Heavenly Ranking. Before he even took action, just a reminder gave their camp an overwhelming advantage.
Qin Changkong was hit head-on by these two fire-type magical powers. Even his skin made of steel would probably be melted into molten iron at this time. Didn't you see that the withered sacred tree behind him was burned down?
Sakura and Mr. Li San's hearts tightened.
Liu Yunfei and Yuan Zhenhu, who had established this great achievement, were overjoyed. Liu Yunfei was still able to consider his image, suppressed his joy, put on a graceful posture, and proudly glanced at the True Phoenix Goddess sitting high on the cloud platform. But Yuan Zhenhu had no scruples.
The ground laughed wildly, and the laughter shook the sky, seeming to be mercilessly mocking the loser.
"Is it that easy?" Mo Chengzi squinted his eyes, a little unbelievable.
This is Qin Changkong. If he can defeat him with just two fire magic powers, among the millions of monks back then, there must be more than 10,000 who know the fire magic power, right? How could Qin Changkong survive?
"No, it's not over yet!" The Glazed Swordsman looked directly at the center of the flames, not caring that his pupils would be burned by the fire.
As a swordsman, he could feel the faint sword energy in the firelight.
To him, the sword energy, no matter how weak it is, is like a lighthouse shining on the dark ocean. He can see it clearly at a glance and there is no mistaking it. (To be continued)