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"Is he Zhuo Bufan?"
"The First Martial Master of Dragon Kingdom."
"It must be him, I've seen his video."
"Zhuo Bufan appears, he is not dead!"
"I actually came to the gate of Qingxuan Sect!"
Many people saw Zhuo Bufan revealing his true face, and the sound of gasping in the air started to sound one after another.
The matter about Qingxuan Sect's intention to kill Zhuo Bufan is not a secret in the martial arts world. A month ago, Qingxuan Sect posted on the martial arts forum and said about this matter, but Zhuo Bufan was still practicing in the prison tower and never appeared.
, which caused quite a stir and discussion at that time.
Chen Yang opened his eyes wide, "It's really Zhuo Bufan. I didn't expect that we would be with the first master of martial arts along the way?"
Chen Hui and Cao Hu were even more pale. Along the way, they secretly mocked the latter, but with Zhuo Bufan's strength, their conversations must have fallen into his ears.
Tu Yiliang and Weng Hui were even more pale in their faces, and their backs were already soaked in cold sweat. If they had attacked Chen Yang in the mountains and forests just now, they would have caused Zhuo Bufan to take action. They were not sure at all.
Escape from Zhuo Bufan's hands.
"Don't provoke Chen Yang, who knows what his relationship with Zhuo Bufan is!" Tu Yiliang secretly reminded himself in his heart.
And at this time.
In the sky.
The old-haired and white-haired elder and the disciple immediately widened their eyes when they saw Zhuo Bufan showing their true face.
"Zhuo Bufan, you dare to show up..." The elder was shocked and shouted sternly.
"The disciples of Qingxuan Sect obey orders and kill this son!"
The magnificent voice spread throughout the Qingxuan Sect, and suddenly streams of light flew from the ground into the air, and hundreds of Qingxuan Sect disciples were suspended in the air.
"Sweeping array!"
The elder shouted softly.
One hundred and eight disciples immediately pulled out the sword in their hands and turned into streams of light, surrounding Zhuo Bufan. The sword in their hands emitted a cold light.
One hundred and eight disciples stood up in a strange formation shape, and a faint wave of spiritual energy spread out. One hundred and eight people were as solid as gold, forming a special sword foundation, and the center of the formation was
It's Zhuo Bufan.
At this time, another old man in white clothes and white hair flew into the air. The two old men looked at each other, then they turned their heads and stared at Zhuo Bufan with cold eyes.
"Everyone, retreat to avoid hurting the innocent." Zhuo Bufan said to the group of people standing in the corner.
Those people were the worst at the peak of the Dark Spirit, and the highest at the peak of the Grandmaster. After hearing his words, they immediately retreated hundreds of meters.
...
On a mountain about ten kilometers away from the Qingxuan Sect.
"If you can understand the insights that practice requires deeper understanding of the laws of heaven and attribute laws, then the power of the magic will be relatively improved."
"In the cultivation world, there are many geniuses who can kill the strength of the elixir stage with the strength of the innate stage, and there are also those stunning and talented geniuses. When their cultivation is in the innate stage, they can suppress the existence of the Golden Pill stage. You
Do you understand?"
A middle-aged man with a majestic look on his face said slowly.
"Disciple understands that I will definitely practice hard and strive to enter the Xuanjie Sect." Another young man sitting cross-legged on the mountain nodded seriously.
The mountain peak is covered with white mist, which has a bit of a fairyland.
At this moment, a white light flashed in the distance and instantly appeared a hundred meters away from the mountain. The person who came was stepping on a flying sword and wearing a black suit.
"Sect Master." The visitor bent down and shouted respectfully.
Master Qingxuan turned his head and frowned slightly and said, "What's the matter?"
If something major hadn't happened, except for the two elders, as well as his and his beloved disciples, who could come here to practice, the other disciples were not allowed to approach the mountain.
"Zhuo Bufan is here in Qingxuan Sect!" the disciple said.
The eyes of the Qingxuan Sect Master were like lightning, and golden lightning flashed faintly in the void in front of him, making crackling sounds.
"I haven't gone to find him yet, but he actually dared to come to my Qingxuan Sect. Today is his death." The Qingxuan Sect Master looked sharp and his figure was blurred. He had disappeared from the mountain.
...
Above Qingxuan Sect, Zhuo Bufan was trapped by the sword formation. The two elders had the cultivation level of the early stage of the innate realm. The cultivation level of the 108 disciples was the lowest and the strength of the foundation-building stage.
Hundreds of swords transformed into a lively fish, transforming into streams of lightning, strangling like thunder and lightning with Zhuo Bufan as the center point.
"Change!"
Zhuo Bufan quickly condensed his seal with his hands. Bang, a golden light suddenly appeared on his body, and a huge circular barrier of 360 degrees without dead corners wrapped him in it. The swords that came from behind were all round.
The barrier blocked outside, making a buzzing sound.
Every Qingxuan Sect disciple activates magic power at the same time, and controls the sword with his two fingers in the middle of the food.
"break!"
The round spiritual shield exploded, and the dispersed force suddenly shot the swords that were "condensed" on them and turned into streams of light, stabbing at their "master".
"Be careful." A white-haired elder shouted loudly.
Those disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage who were slightly weak in strength were directly penetrated by swords, as if a kite with a broken string fell from a high altitude.
The disciple who was slightly more capable of doing something flashed, and was almost wiped by the sword, leaving a blood mark.
The sword formation was directly broken by Zhuo Bufan.
"Soul Flag!"
Zhuo Bufan opened the space ring, and seven flags about the size of a palm appeared instantly, surrounding his body as the center, turning slowly.
Each flag is engraved with strange French words, with black mist scattering around the flag, and a black "rope" is distributed between each flag, forming a circle.
"Design the formation!"
As Zhuo Bufan stimulated his magic power, the seven flags flew to the sky and continued to magnify. In the end, each flag became a hundred meters high and thirty meters wide, scattering towards different sevens, covering the entire Qingxuan Sect.
In it.
Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang!
The moment the seven flags fell, the sound of metals colliding with each other sounded throughout Qingxuan Sect.
Moreover, the black fog spreading on these seven flags became more intense and raging. There were black fogs connected to each other in the middle, like dark chains, binding the entire Qingxuan Sect.
"Silk!"
"Ri!"
The mist that spread over the seven flags sometimes turned into ghost heads, sometimes dissipated into a black fog, and all kinds of strange and strange sounds were made in it, making everyone's hair stand up, and there was a faint trembling from the soul.
These seven soul flags are the treasures Zhuo Bufan obtained in the Prison Tower. Each flag is equivalent to the first grade of spiritual weapon, and when combined, it is equivalent to the power of the seventh grade of spiritual weapon.
However, Zhuo Bufan did not understand the corresponding secret control method of this flag, otherwise he could exert greater power of the seven soul flags.
However, these seven flags can at least trap disciples at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Period to escape. (To be continued)