Chapter 507

"Whoosh!" The silver spear was like a drill, and the spear's light exploded in front of him, piercing the eyes of the surrounding Xuanyin sect disciples.

Cultivator Huiyang, who was the first to bear the brunt, drifted back in embarrassment. Looking at the sword and magic weapon in his hand, even the precious light was much dimmed.

Penglai Jiange, the sharp gun of the sun!

Wuxiu's actual combat power has always been stronger than Daoxiu's, and it is more obvious at the low level. The higher the level, the smaller the gap, but if it's a head-to-head battle, it's obvious that Wuxiu's explosive power has the upper hand in a battle at the same level, and the power of magic weapons can't withstand the power of this spear.

Li Qingjun's shot worked, and he felt more confident.

The gun's tongue faltered, the piercing wind swept past, and got caught in the Gale Art from the opposite side.

The wind curse of the Huiyang level, howling for thousands of miles, is full of powerful power, but it can't break through the power of this mere silver spear.

A beam of silver light hits the center of the strong wind, and the wind blows back, changing the color of the mountains and rivers.

"Bang!" Another Huiyang cultivator stumbled back in shock, and even a group of disciples around him fell into a gourd.

All the Xuanyin sect disciples were horrified when they saw Li Qingjun standing with his guns upright.

This is really not arrogant, they have this strength!

Li Qingjun drooped the tip of his spear, and said slowly, "Xuanyin Sect, that's all."

Without Daoist Xuan Hao who suddenly crossed Qianyuan, the other members of the Xuanyin Sect would be no more than this, otherwise they would not have been turned upside down by Qin Yi and Meng Qingying who was still Tengyun back then and ran out...

But this is true, which is tolerable or unbearable!

You really want to pick our Xuanyin Sect alone!

The leading monk Huiyang yelled: "The formation of yin and yang is in chaos!"

All the monks below Tengyun retreated, and the two Huiyang monks led several Tengyun, forming a formation that had made Qin Yi miserable.

Several magic weapons lit up, and even the cultivator Qin Xin who retreated in the distance sacrificed the treasures, trying to attack from a distance.

Li Qingjun watched Wan Dao Guanghua attack quietly, his eyes were neither sad nor happy.

I'm so used to this kind of scene.

It's like leaping a horse on the battlefield, facing countless swords and spears.

But that's all!

Li Qingjun's eyes flashed sharply.

The delusion-breaking eye can accurately see where the opponent's chaotic formation is really located, and the most flawed part of himself has been filled. Daoist cultivators can learn magic techniques, and martial cultivators can shatter them!

The huge phantom of the gun light pierced the sky, crushing countless brilliance, like a meteor flying to the moon, sinking into the heart of the formation.

Penglai Sword Skill, Luoyue Divine Sword!

The biggest difference between Li Qingjun and Qin Yi's stick swing is that he can fly swords.

"boom!"

The yin and yang chaotic formation was blown out of shape by a single blow, and some weaker Tengyun monks spurted blood and fell out, even the feather floats mixed in it ooze blood, looking in horror at the distant place holding a gun Standing Li Qingjun.

He didn't hold back his hand just now, it was completely the loyal disciple of Xuanyin who shot with all his strength. But in the big formation, he was still beaten to pieces.

But the two Huiyang elders were not injured, and with the blessing of the formation, they actually had a slight advantage. Before Li Qingjun's new energy was born, two Tai Chi appeared around her.

Daoxiu has his own mysterious magic, and he doesn't rely on bang bang bang head-on.

Li Qingjun's body froze, and then her spiritual consciousness became slightly confused, as if there was an irresistible persuasion that was wearing down her will and weakening her spirit.

Xuanyin sect's method of confusing the stove and cauldron.

Elder Huiyang, who was the leader, said with a smile: "Cultivating one's life but not one's nature is just the stove that was sent to you. Be good to me...huh?"

Li Qingjun opened his eyes suddenly, and it seemed that two sword shadows appeared in his eyes.

Then there seemed to be a sound of silk breaking, and two sword shadows flashed past, and the elder Huiyang who made the sound pressed his head and moaned in pain: "This, what is this!"

Presented by ghost cultivators, the soul-destroying sword!

Li Qingjun picked up his silver spear and broke into the formation, blood spattering. Elder Huiyang staggered back, his ribs and even his seven orifices were faintly oozing blood.

With one enemy against a hundred, he broke through the odd formation with strength, and Hui Yang, the strongest enemy, was injured and returned.

Li Qingjun dropped his gun to the ground, and said coldly, "Whoever crosses the line dies!"

There was silence in the arena.

In fact, it's not that he can't shoot at all when controlling the formation, and it's still completely doable to distract and put a few spells on the assist. It's just that Qingjun is addicted to beating, but he doesn't want to make a move. It's good to let her exercise.

Such a valiant and heroic posture, just looking at it is a kind of enjoyment.

She is a natural fit for such a battlefield...

Of course, this kind of situation is actually caused by the opponent's lack of tacit cooperation. For example, the two elders of Huiyang never shot at the same time.

With such a tacit cooperation, even if there are many people, it may not be really strong. After all, the so-called formation was not formed in advance to let Li Qingjun enter the formation, but this kind of external formation, so Li Qingjun was really not afraid of them if he didn't come out of this line.

"Penglai Female Sword Cultivator... deceived my sect too much!" Even Elder Hui Yang, who was suspected to be Master Yu Fuzi's uncle, got angry, and sacrificed the magic weapon at the bottom of the box: "I really think my Xuanyin sect has no one!"

Behind them, countless disciples of the Xuanyin Sect shone on the two Huiyang Elders with various colors of auxiliary light, and the momentum of the two skyrocketed.

Qin Yi quietly stacked Li Qingjun's giant strength technique, light body technique, spirit strengthening technique, and sharp energy technique in succession.

Isn't it just an assistant, who doesn't have it?

Li Qingjun shook his gun and smiled slightly: "Then try again."

The battle has resumed.

Basically, disciple Tengyun couldn't participate in this kind of battle anymore, so he could only sneak attack on Lengzi outside... Seeing the two elders of Huiyang fighting around Li Qingjun like turning lights, Yu Fuzi rolled his eyes quietly, and slowly backed away.

Qin Yi looked at it for a while, and seeing that they could indeed hold each other, he began to cast his mind into the distance.

This is an eloquent talk here, but in fact this kind of confrontation is very fast, even the time to take them out of the mountain is very short... The time calculation in the world of cultivating immortals is a bit annoying, for example, it is less than two minutes, there is no better time to describe it, Half a cup of tea? Too vague, not as good as Yidong.

But in less than two minutes, Master Xuan Hao who was guarding outside the Qianshan Alliance should have already sensed the change in the Zongmen. Although the distance is one or two thousand miles, some small provinces on the earth are across the province, but Xuanhao is Qianyuan!

Sure enough, just as he was thinking this way, Xuan Hao's angry roar came from thousands of miles away: "Where are you bastards! Die to me!"

With the voice, the spirit has come.

Qin Yi found that these Qianyuan players all liked to use the mode of sudden drop of soul immediately, even if they knew it was very dangerous, they insisted on pretending to be forced. At the beginning, the palace lord and the monk Chengyuan had a short confrontation, and they both suffered losses. Later, when Feng Buli chased him in the sea, he had to surrender first, but when he saw Zhan Guangjian, he turned around and ran away. In the end, the real body caught up panting, why bother? ...

The same is true for Xuan Hao at this time, when his spirit descended, he immediately saw a huge mouth waiting for him in the sky.

It's just a big mouth, no eyes and nose.

"Aww..."

"!!!" Xuan Hao's spirit recovered instantly, as if he had seen a ghost.

Tassel didn't bite it for a while, and took it back angrily: "For he ran fast."

Qin Yi wiped his sweat: "Can't you sneak attack, you have to wait there."

"It's too late, Qianyuan Divine Sense moves thousands of miles away and recovers it in an instant. It's meaningless to sneak attack. Zhang waited there. He wanted to see if he thought he was very powerful and rushed in to throw himself into the net."

"He's not a fool!"

"Hmph." Liusu said, "He's coming over now, let's run and play hide-and-seek with him."

"Okay." Qin Yi turned his head and was about to call Li Qingjun to retreat when the sky suddenly changed.

Over there, Xuan Hao was rushing back from outside the Qianshan Alliance, and just halfway there, he fell into a huge chessboard.

There are nineteen vertical and horizontal paths, each path is a mystery.

No sky, no land, black and white.

The yin and yang cycle is like a puzzle.

The most frightening thing is that the divine sense that has just been recovered seems to be unable to exorcise the shell. Although the consciousness has returned, the three souls and seven souls seem to be separated by the chess game, and there is no way to go home.

"The spirit and soul are separated, and Qianyuan is nothing more than that. I have been waiting for you to fall into this situation for seven days..." An old voice came from the thousand mountains, and it sounded a bit heartbroken: "You know that I How did you spend the seven days..."