Chapter 4824?

The prosperous sword of Lao Dao actually caused him to be injured!

You must know that Di Qing is already a rank nine Dayan immortal, ranking the top, even if it is a Dayan immortal in the same realm, it is almost impossible for him to be traumatized.

But in this meeting, the old man who claimed to have walked out of Huangquan was just an understatement, which hurt him.

Not only Diqing, but Jian Wushuang's unconcealed sword intent also caused his blood to tumble after he eliminated the sword.

This understatement of the sword caused them to be injured to varying degrees. The old Huang Quan did not stop at all, and the Baoguang True Sword in his hand stabbed forward again!

"Chengqi!" Di Qing said in a deep voice, and an irresistible rushing beam surged from behind him.

A whole body of pure white white wu condensed, and the pupils as holy as snow lotuses had a charm, and then resolutely slammed into the old Huang Quan.

Seemingly sensing the threat, he took a step back and swung forward with the whisk in his left hand.

In an instant, hundreds of millions of white silk whiskers danced wildly like long snakes, facing the White Wubao.

The two collided, and the Baiwu Baoxiang didn't even have time to release the general trend, and was entangled by hundreds of millions of white silk whiskers.

Jian Wushuang frowned, and immediately turned to look at Zhao Ting and Xi Qingchi, who were pale beside him, "We will fight later, I will do my best to tear this array apart, and you can go as far as you can."

Zhao Ting looked at him, opened his mouth but said nothing.

Xi Qing Chi's eyes were slightly red, and he said, "Sir, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"It's better to do it yourself." Jian Wushuang gave her a last look, holding an invisible long sword, and resolutely moved forward.

Di Qing's face was solemn, and he said solemnly, "Although this old man has died, the energy contained in his body is extremely abundant, and I am afraid that his immortal source has not been depleted."

Jian Wushuang looked at the front with solemn eyes. If the judgment is correct, then Huang Quan Laodao is very likely to be the peak nine-turn Dayanxian, and he belongs to the same realm as Diqing.

And Huang Quan's old way is far from fighting alone. More and more immortal bones tear the immortal tomb and walk out of the immortal tomb, letting him dispatch the messenger.

This is the first battle in Da Mitian, I am afraid it is quite tricky.

After the blow of Diqing was offset by the white silk whisk,

Huang Quan Laodao no longer fought, but quickly retreated, waving the whisk in his hand at the same time.

The whisk seemed to have some kind of bewitching magic sound, and those immortal bones flew over again from all directions.

"Don't let these things get close to me, I'm going to pluck that old man's head." Di Qing looked at Jian Wushuang and said.

Jian Wushuang nodded, and his palm directly released unparalleled power, each strand was enough to smash a fairy bone.

Di Qing's figure no longer stayed, and a pair of golden-patterned wings suddenly condensed behind him, swept straight above the void.

Facing the old way of Huang Quan, he no longer released the treasure, but shook the wings behind him.

In an instant, the number is endless, as if the power of the mountains and seas is about to burst out!

There are hundreds of millions of golden feathers, with an unimaginable aura, falling like a divine punishment!

Every golden feather was destroyed, the dead aura in the sky was swallowed up, and a huge hole was burned, and everything was illuminated.

This is Diqing's full-strength form, an unreserved form.

"boom!"

Huang Quan raised his head, looked at the golden feather that destroyed the sky, and waved the whisk in his hand.

The whisker and white silk stretched for thousands of miles in an instant, turning into an enchantment to protect him.

At this moment, the earth was torn apart, countless immortal bones were burnt by the falling golden feathers, and the earth burned.

The whisker barrier built by Huang Quan Laodao, no matter how strong it is, is still unable to compete against the golden feather that carries the general trend of mountains and seas.

When the whisker barrier was torn open, the golden feathers in the sky were like locusts, blasting towards Huang Quan Laodao.

The indescribable martyrdom was centered on him, tearing the North Heavenly Domain directly from the middle, and the plane was about to be torn apart.

This kind of escaping energy was absolutely unbearable under Yanxian, Jian Wushuang stretched out his hand to protect Zhao Ting and Xiqingchi behind him, and then prepared to break the formation under him without stopping.

The next moment, the old man resounded like Hong Zhong Dalu's voice.

"Certainly!"

Jian Wushuang, who was holding the invisible sword in his hand, was about to push horizontally, but he felt that he was being blessed with some kind of shackles, which directly interrupted his control over Yan Li!

Even Di Qing, who was above the void, was also affected, his body trembled, and he landed uncontrollably.

Heaven and earth are silent, only the raging fire spreads!

The whisker and the white silk barrier retreated, revealing Huang Quan's old-fashioned figure.

At this time, he can be said to be embarrassed. The gray-white skin was burned with large holes, revealing the shocking bones, and one of the two eyeballs burst open, making it even more hideous.

"Thief, dare to humiliate me?"

He was furious, his tattered Taoist robe and even the whisk in his hand turned to ashes, "Today, I will definitely ask you to be the nourishment in my Huangquan Dharma formation!"

The deafening sound stopped, and Huang Quan's right hand held the sword, turning into a bone-like left hand.

Immediately, the immortal bone formation that was trapped by Jian Wushuang, Di Qing and others slowly spun.

Countless broken immortal bones floated in it, with a murderous and deadly aura that was extremely ferocious.

These countless immortals who have fought in the Quartet and died here, even the bones of the immortals after death have been refined and become the nourishment of the great formation.

This is a ferocious formation!

Along with Huang Quan's old way of pinching the tactic, the Huangquan Fa Tian Formation began to fluctuate and became like a quagmire.

The feet began to become muddy, and at the same time, a pair of white-boned palms stuck out, frantically grabbing at Jiajian Wushuang and the others.

There was a strong rush of divine blood, and it rushed up in an instant.

"We are all nourishment, to pay homage to the souls of my dead subordinates." Huang Quan sang in a low voice, and with his voice, the blood in the entire Huangquan Dharma formation completely swallowed Jian Wushuang and others, and then boiled.

There are still immortal bones that came out of the immortal tomb, rushing to the magic circle without hesitation, and integrated into it, becoming a part of the strong formation.

The boiling and viscous blood of the gods is like a river of heaven falling from the sky, hideous and extremely ugly.

Huang Quan looked at this scene with only one eye left, he seemed very satisfied, and then moved forward.

The next moment, the blood river in the Huangquan Fa Tian array trembled suddenly, and then a figure quietly emerged.

His whole body was not stained with blood, and he held an invisible long sword high in his hand, drawing a bow and arrow like shooting the sun, and the tension in his arm was extremely round.

In the next moment, the invisible long sword was thrown out suddenly, like an arrow shot from a divine bow, with an indomitable momentum!

The sky trembled, and wherever the sword edge passed, the void was shattered.