Qingge stood in the center of the Bagua Formation, thousands of dark magic lights entangled her delicate body, and the light was flying faster and faster. In a vague way, it seemed that ink was pouring out the gloomy phoenix. The phoenix stood
At the entrance of hell, he screamed at Qingge, as if an invitation to death was issued.
The black phoenix was excited and roared, whining, and then, his eyes were embedded in the hair like blood jade.
The light became colorful and dazzling.
The snow-white hair dances with the wind, shaking in the bright light.
Qingge seemed to be bound and could only stand there. There seemed to be an invisible wall around her body, blocking her way to escape.
On the carriage, there was a slap in a hurry.
The veil demon sat on the rock, her face turned pale and her body was weak. She stared at Qingge in the formation tightly, and her hands curled up slightly under her sleeves, very worried.
In the Bagua Formation, the oppression became stronger and stronger, and the magic light blade was endless, crushing towards Qingge.
Qingge's feet were not moving, but her body was in a small space, constantly flashing, dodging the magic light blade. She was as quick as a wolf, and her speed was extremely fast. Her body was swaying and swaying, and a hurricane blew.
There are more and more magic light blades, and they are getting stronger and stronger. Although the speed is fast, these light blades have been deliberately slowed down in Qingge's eyes.
Qingge can avoid it as long as he concentrates on dealing with it.
The magic Bagua Formation is not like the Yin-Yang Bagua Formation in the Snow Girl Hall. The Shu is the extreme thing that can be used to generate and restrain each other. Qingge is the best at this type of formation.
But the Eight Trigrams Formation that the Dead Soldiers used to cast summoned, like the formations that were barely accumulated by wild ghosts. Thinking about it in a normal way, I am afraid that I can't find a way to break the formation even if I rack my brains.
What's more, the class of these dark magicians is no different from that of the sword spirit master.
Although with Qingge's current strength, killing a sword spirit master is as simple as cutting melons and vegetables, in the final analysis, she is just a cultivator of the thirteenth level of innate level.
Xiran, Qingge closed his eyes.
Wu Yu sneered and said disdainfully: "It seems that the turtle in the jar has given up struggling and is waiting for the arrival of death."
The next moment, Wu Yu's face became colder and colder.
The sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth slowly froze.
Although Qingge in the formation closed his eyes, the speed of avoiding the magic light blade was getting faster and faster, and to the extreme. The space around it was moving became narrower and narrower, but Qingge became more and more at ease.
Although her eyes were pitch black, her heart was bright and clear, and she could not escape any sin.
"Kill her with magic net!"
The murderous intent in Wuyu's eyes became stronger and stronger. He roared loudly, and his voice became louder and louder, so that at the end, his voice was hoarse and his anger hit his heart. A mouthful of blood poured into his throat.
Wuyu's face turned red, his eyes twisted, and his soul was ferocious.
Compared to his ugly appearance, Qingge, who faces magical attacks, seems calm and elegant as before.
After Wu Yu finished speaking, the dark magicians took out a staff carved with snake patterns, each holding a staff with a huge blood-colored crystal ball on the top.
Many magicians were muttering words and chanting ancient spells. After quickly chanting, their staff pointed at Qingge. A strong light burst out from the crystal ball, rolling away like a raging fire, about to drown Qingge.
Qingge stood in the Bagua Formation, raised his head, his deep and dark eyes were unfathomable, reflecting blood-red light, which was dazzling and bizarre.
Qingge seemed to remember something, raised his eyebrows, threw the Mingwang knife to his left hand, stretched out his right palm, and slowly took out the rouge umbrella made by Jin Chanzi from the space bag.
Holding the sickle-like umbrella handle, Qingge poured spiritual energy into the umbrella bones. In an instant, the rouge umbrella at the seventy-two joints opened with a touching tremor.
The blood-red umbrella is simple and gorgeous, with a faint red mist on the surface. At the end of the umbrella handle, exquisite glass beads are held. When your wrist is slightly moved, you can make a lonely and pleasant sound.
From a distance, the umbrella surface is crystal clear, like carefully polished ancient jade.
The beauty is picturesque.
Under her feet, the totem lines depicted by the Bagua Formation diagram were solemn and solemn, and the magic light appeared beside her, dancing with black shirt and flying white hair.
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 gradually decomposed the powerful and majestic magic light and fire until there was no power to fight.
Qingge turned his head, looked at the rouge umbrella with bright eyes, curled his lips and smiled. He was charming, "It is worthy of being a ground-level weapon."
However, as soon as the words fell, the magic lights and fires that were broken up like scattered flowers of the heavenly girl suddenly intertwined into an ancient big net, covering and surrounding the song.
Qingge opened his bow left and right, put the umbrella together, and drew a arc around him. A murderous red mist floated in the arc of the sky.
He held the Mingwang sword in his left hand and tentatively chopped the magic network.
It is like a wall of iron, inseparable from swords and guns, and hard as a rock.
The sharp blade of the Ming King's sword cut the magic net and made a huge sound, as if two iron pillars holding the sky collided violently on the top of the clouds. The sound was so loud that it was shocking and soaring into the sky.
When the sound of weapons colliding, Qingge's mouth numb and took a small step back.
She looked at the magic net.
The net woven from magic light is like a magic weapon, with terrifying power.
Wuyu saw that Qingge failed to fight back successfully and laughed loudly.
In his eyes, there seemed to be a dark ghost fire.
The hoarse and harsh laughter cut through the silence of the night like a sharp blade. Instantly, dark clouds were dense, covering the moon and the stars were sparse, and dark green light suddenly appeared, followed by the rumbling thunder.
The world is trembling.
When the thunder sounded, Wuyu's eyes widened, his eyes were bloodshot, and his red eyes were terrible.
He shrank his neck, subconsciously retreated, 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.
The light veil demon sat on the rock with blood all over her body. She turned her head and looked at Wuyu. Seeing Wuyu's fearful and panicked look, she laughed out loud, "Elder Wuyu is really getting back to life."
Wuyu's face was covered with clouds, "Qingxia Demon, I saw that you were the leader of the Qingxia clan, so I let you go. Don't be ungrateful and don't eat any toast."
The gauze demon smiled charmingly, "A waste with a broken dantian dares to let me go? It seems that in today's world, there are all kinds of strange things."
Wuyu's teeth clattered and his face was full of gloomy coldness.
The gauze demon smiled so flamboyantly, and the undisguised mockery was so explicit.
It was almost like I stepped on Wuyu directly.
Wuyu has been glorious all his life and respected all his life. When has he been ridiculed by others when he stood at the highest point of morality and looked down on all living beings?
Wuyu's body was filled with murderous intent like surging wind and clouds.
With a look of his eyes, the remaining two dark magicians took out their staff, recited spells, and attacked the veil demon.
The gauze demon was still not afraid, and the contempt in his eyes became more and more powerful. (To be continued)