"Quick fight!" Although Xiang Qingcheng didn't know the specific grudge between Lu Xiaotian and Ye Qianxun, he could clearly feel that Lu Xiaotian's situation was definitely not good. He immediately scolded Lu Xiaotian.
The sword river in the air rolled like a dragon, Xiang Qingcheng's clothes flew, and jade talismans flashed on the sides of his body. And those water thorns with ice and electricity had already shot towards Ye Qianxun's lotus clone first.
Ye Qianxun's lotus clone stretched out his finger and flicked it in the void. The Yanyuan Sword split off a black sword light, coiled like a horse in the void, and drew directly towards several water-blue thorns. It looked powerful.
amazing.
It's just that for Ye Qianxun's lotus clone, being able to be forced to exert such momentum, he no longer had the calmness and calmness to control the situation before.
Lu Xiaotian allocated part of his mana to control the phantom mirror, just using the phantom mirror's ability to block the prying eyes of other monks. Although it would inevitably cost a little more, and it might not be able to completely block the aura inside, it was worth it in Lu Xiaotian's opinion.
Lu Xiaotian took a breath, then held his left palm flat, and an exquisite pagoda filled with ancient silver Buddha's light flew out from his palm. However, on the ancient silver Buddha's light pagoda, there was a subtle purple-gold color.
"The Buddhist Sect's most precious treasure, the Demon Suppressing Tower, are you a member of the Yin Zhu Buddhist Sect?" Ye Qianxun's lotus clone was so knowledgeable that he saw through the origin of this Demon Suppressing Tower at a glance, and immediately looked surprised.
"What is your relationship with the Yinzhu Buddhist Sect?"
"I won't bother you with this." Lu Xiaotian said softly, speaking softly, "Seven-level pagoda!" Suddenly, the Demon Suppression Tower flying over in the air, seven towers in one, rotated towards Tunyuan Sword.
will pass.
"You are not a member of the Buddhist sect, but you possess the long-lost treasure of the Buddhist sect. As expected, there are all kinds of wonders in the world. You are the most tolerant person I have ever seen." After the initial shock, Ye Qianxun's lotus clone took a deep breath.
In one breath, the fingers of both hands waved like phantoms. A sword lotus was connected from the palm of his hand.
The sword lotus flew towards the Demon Suppressing Tower one after another.
Behind Lu Xiaotian, there was a burst of blood, countless blood beasts roared behind him, eagles flew into the sky, wolves howled and leopards roared, giant apes hammered their chests, and majestic evil energy rose into the sky.
Lu Xiaotian struck his chest with his left hand, like a heavy hammer striking a drum. The sound of the drum filled the void and shattered the clouds and the ground.
The battle armor with simple patterns and the Xuanqing battle skirt tightly wrapped Lu Xiaotian's slightly thin figure. Even Xiang Qingcheng in the distance, his beautiful eyes like stars, his eyes were blurred for a while.
She couldn't remember who the other person was, but everything about the person in front of her, despite the strangeness, was filled with a sense of familiarity that penetrated deep into her bones. His calm eyes and slightly thin body were clearly full of arrogance and madness.
Wild and domineering. The figure in front of me seems to be able to fill the heart bit by bit due to the loss of memory in the past.
Seeing Lu Xiaotian wearing a blue battle armor, the giant beasts roared wherever he passed, and directly smashed the sword lotus he had formed with a punch and a palm. He was able to beat his sword lotus with a mere physical body cultivated in the early stage of integration.
The magical power, even Ye Qianxun's lotus clone, couldn't help but be shocked when he saw it.
The Tunyuan Sword is divided into dozens of swords in the void, and each sword has a completely different aura. It seems to be an independent sword cultivator in the Fusion Realm.
The seven demon-suppressing pagodas are only aimed at the Tunyuan Sword with its core in the void. In the airspace surrounded by the seven pagodas, the ancient silver Buddha light shines, and the vast and solemn Buddha light gathers together to form a Buddha statue that is exactly the same as Lu Xiaotian.
The Buddha statue was sitting in the air, with both palms clasped together. Seeing the dozens of frightening flying swords fired by electricity, the right palm stretched out into the void. Suddenly, one after another Buddha's * seals were flying towards them.
The sword floats away.
The ten thousand-character seal carries the aura of the ancient temple's ancestral seal, but at the core of the ancient seal, there is a crystal silver relic as a support.
Most of the flying swords had been blocked by the Buddha's seal. The remaining swords were either entangled by the twelve mysterious fire pillars, or were struck on the Demon Suppression Tower and bounced back quickly.
At this time, the mighty sword river in the void rolled over like a giant dragon.
Ye Qianxun's lotus clone stretched out his hand, and a long green whip danced wildly like a snake, biting together with Jianhe who turned into a dragon.
At this time, Ye Qianxun's lotus clone was also forced to use all his cards, especially the pressure from the two juniors in front of him was increasing.
Ye Qianxun's lotus clone gritted his teeth and took out a treasure pot. Even through the treasure pot, he could sense the surging spirit fire breath inside.
Lu Xiaotian is very familiar with this kind of spiritual fire, the Demon-Burning Golden Flame. But he didn’t expect that when he was imprisoned in the lotus pond and used the little fire crow to collect the opponent’s Demon-Burning Golden Flame, this guy actually had so many
The spiritual flames are around me.
But soon, Lu Xiaotian also discovered something unusual about it. Compared with the demon-burning golden flames of the past, although the current spiritual flames were equally astonishingly powerful, Ye Qianxun's lotus clone could not control it as well as before.
"It seems that this spiritual flame was recently collected not too long ago and has not yet been completely refined."
However, if he really let it out, the pot of demon-burning golden flame would be enough to cover the sky and the sun, defeating the considerable power of his and Xiang Qingcheng's magical powers.
Naturally, Lu Xiaotian couldn't let him get his wish. He immediately stretched out his hand and patted the spirit beast bag. The little fire crow flew out reluctantly with fluttering wings. He opened his mouth and inhaled. The whole pot of demon-burning golden flames didn't even have Ye Qianxun's lotus clone.
Before he could fully react, the little fire crow swallowed him completely.
The little fire crow seems to have become a lot more introverted since he grew a fleshy bag between his legs. The last time he absorbed the Xuyang spirit mist, he ignored the little white dog chasing the spirit. Every time, after finishing his work,
Without waiting for Lu Xiaotian's greeting, he ran back to the spirit beast bag. This time was no exception, except that he left behind the lotus clone of Ye Qianxun who looked in disbelief.
Even with the knowledge of Ye Qianxun's lotus clone, he could not understand the origin of the little fire crow.
At present, the Yanyuan Sword has almost been restrained by the ruthless Lu Xiaotian in a short period of time. The dragon-like Jianhe in the void has twisted the long green rope into countless pieces, killing Ben Ye together with the beam cast by the jade talisman around him.
Qianxun himself is here.
Ye Qianxun's lotus clone's eyes flashed with a stern look, his mouth opened, and a small black sword only three inches long exuded astonishing power that could split the sky.
The moment he saw the flying sword appear, Lu Xiaotian's whole heart seemed to be split in half by the three-inch black sword.
"As a strong person in the Mahayana realm, do you think I don't have any other means?" Ye Qianxun had a trace of ridicule on his face. He stretched out his hand and pointed, but the three-inch black sword went straight towards Xiang Qingcheng.
"No!" Lu Xiaotian was immediately frightened to the point of death. Although the three-inch black sword has not yet reached the level of a powerful person in the Mahayana realm, it is almost the peak that a strong person in the late stage of integration can reach, and even exceeds it by a few points.
It contains a trace of the Taoist intention of a powerful person in the Mahayana realm.
With Xiang Qingcheng's current strength, he would definitely not be able to take this blow without sufficient preparation.