Chapter 1753 I Have a Chance, a Blow From the Spirit

"Your sister!"

After Yang Qingxuan cursed, he felt the light mirror vibrate, and the blood in his body was also rolling.

There are stick shadows in all directions, hitting the enchantment of the mirror.

One after another colored radiance exploded, formed again, exploded again, formed again...

This reciprocation is extremely gorgeous, attracting everyone's attention.

And after a large amount of martial arts developed to attack the Zhengxing Alliance, the pressure on the Wangchuan Shui Clan and the Xinggong people was greatly reduced.

In normal times, Xinggong and Shuizu must have been overjoyed and clapped their hands when they saw the members of the Star Alliance being besieged.

But at this moment, I am not a melon-eating crowd, and I am also deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate myself.

Instead, everyone hopes that the Star Alliance will hold on.

Of course, it is definitely not possible to help them, and I hope that the Star Alliance and this terrible quicksand river will die together.

Gradually, almost all the martial arts developed, a total of 1,800 ways, all gathered around the barrier of the mirror, desperately attacking the barrier.

The sky was turned upside down, and the sky was shaken by yellow sand.

The people from Xinggong and Shui clan were all shocked by watching, showing a trace of shock and awe to the person in the mirror.

Shi Yan is the king of the Eight Star Realm and possesses all kinds of treasures.

Alone with almost all the martial arts development, remain invincible.

Shocked, Yang Qingxuan suddenly had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

These 1,800 shadows of martial intent are all waving the treasure stick, each shadow is a move, and it is completely different.

Yang Qingxuan's heart moved, could this thousand and eight hundred strokes of the staff happen to be a complete set?

After having an idea, he couldn't restrain his heart anymore, and hastily used his piercing eyes to see all kinds of staff techniques clearly and memorize them in his mind.

At this moment, Wu Shan's blue eyes were also wide open, like Yang Qingxuan, who understood this staff technique.

Ziye took a look at Shi Yan's state and the reflections in all directions.

She also wanted to learn, but she had no choice but to have limited spiritual powers, so she couldn't see the order and movements of these stick techniques clearly.

I just feel very messy and profound.

After a few glances, he gave up completely and concentrated on fighting for Shiyan.

Yang Qingxuan sat cross-legged under the enchantment of mirror light, and after not realizing it for a long time, he was sweating profusely, his face was a little pale and hideous.

In those golden eyes, traces of blood turned red.

The martial intent of this stick technique is too strong, even if he is the king of the realm, he already feels uncomfortable.

The nails on both hands continued to grow longer, slowly turning into dragon claws.

Pieces of dragon scales appeared on his body, and under the oppression of that staff technique, he was about to transform into a dragon!

Although Wu Shan is the king of the six-star peak realm, he is not feeling well at the moment. His two eyes are staring like copper bells, covered with bloodshot nets.

Apparently, this set of stick techniques was extremely powerful, and it brought great pressure to both of them.

It is precisely because of this that it is possible to leave a developing image in this quicksand river.

"Boom!"

Suddenly a shadow hit the light mirror, and it exploded immediately.

Yang Qingxuan's heart trembled, and that stick technique was imprinted into his mind fiercely along with his piercing eyes, causing his mind to shake.

"Boom! Boom!—"

Afterwards, one after another, the development exploded, all of which exploded on the light mirror after performing a trick.

Eighteen hundred rods, constantly decreasing.

The pupils of Xinggong and Wangchuan Shui Clan shrank suddenly, as if aware of the change.

"what!--"

Wu Shan roared suddenly, his old body soared, and countless runes appeared on his body.

Those streaks of images exploded, which had a huge impact on his mind, and two lines of blood flowed directly from his blue eyes.

The violent breath in his body was instantly ignited, and with a loud roar, he turned into a mountain-like giant.

Shi Yan was shocked and said, "Lord Wu Shan!"

However, Wu Shan seems to have a low level of intelligence, and has continuously evolved a physical body.

Immediately, large swaths of Wu Shan's attack from the manifested martial intent began to shatter his defenses with each move, causing large swathes of blood to spill out.

Ziye was horrified, and was about to help, when the Elf King shouted in his ear: "Hold on! He has his own chance."

Ziye was stunned for a moment, then calmed down, and found that although Wu Shan was beaten all over his body by the development of Wu Yi, and blood burst out everywhere, the opportunities in his body were constantly strengthening, from disorder to order.

As the King of the Four Star Realm, Ziye naturally understood what this meant.

"what!"

After Yang Qingxuan supported for a while, just like Wu Shan, he couldn't bear the mental shock any longer, and directly spurted a big mouthful of blood.

"puff!--"

The blood contains infinite dragon essence, sprinkled into the world.

In fact, he is already a dragon body at this moment, a pair of eyes opened violently, turning into a golden light, still staring at those bursting martial arts manifestations, all of them are imprinted in his mind.

But in the seven holes, there is blood flowing out.

Ziye was in a hurry, and said: "Qingxuan, stop quickly. Don't force me to remember, this set of stick techniques is infinitely mysterious, you can't remember it."

Yang Qingxuan turned a deaf ear to it, pinched out a meditation formula with both hands, let his mind break down, and still memorized these disillusioned stick techniques.

Every burst of martial intent exploded, causing storms and shocks in his mind, and his whole body ached like being torn apart.

But still don't give up.

Shi Yan suddenly said in shock: "Lord Ziye!"

Ziye looked out of the Mirror Light Barrier, and with the continuous reduction of the martial will, the barrier became yellow and sandy, and storms gathered.

It's as if someone is manipulating it.

Zi Ye was startled and said, "A spiritual transformation that comprehends the Dao?"

Shi Yan nodded, and said solemnly: "It should be. After fighting for so long, the power consumption of the entire Liusha River is probably higher than our estimate. So this Hualing has to do it himself."

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Shi Yan's mouth, flowing down and dripping onto the skirt of his clothes.

Zi Ye was startled and said, "Lord Shi Yan, how are you doing?"

Shi Yan said bitterly: "It should be no problem to carry these martial arts development, but this blow of transforming spirit..."

In the storm, a huge sand man appeared vaguely, as if the sky was like the earth, the giant raised his hand, constantly condensing the power between the sky and the earth.

Ziye's expression darkened, and he said, "I'll do this blow!"

Shi Yan shook his head and said, "You can't." He looked at the people outside the barrier, and said loudly, "Everyone, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, and we hope to work together to tide over the difficulties."

The members of the Wangchuan Shui Clan and Xinggong all had weird expressions, even showing a sneer.

One by one, they put their hands on their chests and watched the show with cold eyes.

Fei Ying even sneered and said, "Obviously you are grasshoppers, what do you call grasshoppers? When you are killed by the Hualing, the power of the quicksand river barrier will be exhausted. Naturally, we can go out."

Other patriarchs of the strong clan, as well as everyone in Xinggong, sneered.

Shi Yan was furious, with a gloomy face, and continued to carry the martial arts development, and the injuries in his body continued to worsen.

A black fire ignited on Ziye's body and burned in all directions, forming an independent space.

The purple pupils between the brows opened, like a vertical eye, staring at the storm, and said calmly: "Let me come."

The sand giant in the storm slowly opened his eyes, which were brown in color, staring down.

The raised right hand made a mudra in the air.

Countless yellow sand and thousands of feet of space poured into it, as if the entire river of quicksand was poured into it.