"Boom..."

The earth shakes.

I don't know when, inside the towering rocks around the basin, a sword formation has been set up in advance, that is, the rocks shattered, and the giant sword broke out of the rocks.

Seven great swords with different colors.

The red Tianshu giant sword is about 100 feet high, and the sword glow is astonishing, like a giant pillar supporting the sky; the orange Tianxuan is like a swirling halo, spreading out, which is mysterious and unusual; the yellow Tianji contains infinite mysteries, Just looking at it at a glance, it is difficult to move your eyes; Tianquan is green, and the sword light is not large, but it spreads all over the place, locking and holding the vitality of all things; the blue jade sword is like a straight vertical line, connecting the sky and the earth; The white and blue alternated, the sword intent was amazing, and the layers of invisible sword energy surged back and forth like a wave; the purple Yaoguang sword was the most magical, it seemed to be in and out of existence, it seemed to be invisible, and it was elusive.

The Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword Formation!

Known as the most slaughtered Taiyizong!

As the number one expert of the Big Dipper Palace, Fairy Feng Ling was not yet advanced to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but her strength was comparable to that of Sect Master Xue Zhenren.

especially.

The seven swords in her hand are the most precious treasures of the Beidou Palace. The seven swords are compatible, and they are not far from the rumored spiritual weapon.

"Edict!"

"kill!"

With a low voice, the seven swords were generous and proud.

The huge basin was surrounded by sword formations for hundreds of miles, and the sword light of the Seven Swords of the Big Dipper interspersed between them, consuming the strength of the ghosts inside all the time.

In just an instant, thousands of sword beams slammed on Wang Huang, who was still roaring.

The sword qi was arrogant and reckless. Rao was Wang Huangxiu, who was so profound that he showed a ghostly body of hundreds of feet.

And in Mo Qiu's 'eye'.

Together with the sword formation, the void is like pulling into the world from an imperceptible state, and all the characteristics that transcend everything are gone.

Time and space moved, completely imprisoned.

That is to say.

Unless you break this Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword Formation, you won't be able to escape!

Even the ability of a hundred swords to cut through the void is useless in this sword formation.

"Roar!"

The roar interrupted Mo Qiu's observation.

Wang Huang, who was in the middle of the sword formation, screamed in the sky, the golden clothes on his body trembled in the wind, and countless golden threads floated out from it.

The golden thread is soft, but it can easily sever the incoming sword energy and sword light, but in the blink of an eye, he has been firmly guarded.

Fairy Feng Ling's Big Dipper Sword Formation of Seven Killings is indeed impressive, but her own cultivation is far inferior to Wang Huang's, and the environment in the underworld also suppresses the power of the sword formation.

At the beginning, it can still trap the opponent for a while, but now it can only be used as a support.

If you really want to kill the enemy, you have to rely on others.

"Go!"

In the low voice, Mo Qiu had already rushed into the sword formation one step ahead, the blood vessels in his body spun rapidly, and the body of Yama appeared suddenly.

"Boom..."

The body of a hundred feet smashed at an astonishing speed, and the huge hundred swords wrapped in terrifying mighty force, spinning and slashing to the front of the golden thread.

When the knife fell, the void seemed to be twisted.

"Zi..."

The gold wire shattered, and a large dark hand protruded from it and buckled at the Baipi Knife.

Yan Mo's hand!

After so many years of evolution, the martial arts in the underworld have already reached a certain extreme, and the Ancestral Temple is the place where the top masters of the Shang Kingdom are most concentrated.

When it comes to martial arts accomplishments, Wang Huang is extraordinary.

Mo Qiu had seen him fight with Yong Xuetian ghost before, and his palm was superb. Now that he has experienced it himself, he can better understand the horror of it.

The five fingers are like mountains, covering everything, and the sword force involuntarily threw it towards the palm.

Perceiving.

Wang Huang's face was shocked and angry, his eyes were full of anger, and his murderous intention rushed to the sky.

Now, how could he not know that he fell into the trap of others, and Qin Qingrong's sword really hurt him.

Being seriously injured and besieged here again, I am afraid that it will be difficult to be kind today.

That being the case, there is only one fight.

so,

As soon as he made his move, Wang Huang went all out, ready to take down Mo Qiu Liwei first.

With the strength of his own ghost king in the later stage, he tried his best to urge Yan Mo's hand, and in the early stage of Yuan Ying, he was afraid that he couldn't even bear the aftermath of his palm.

Although Mo Qiu is strong, he should not be able to resist.

"when……"

The collision sounded with sparks, reflecting the different expressions of one person and one ghost.

Mo Qiu's eyes were cold, his pupils were pitch black, his expression was indifferent, as always, there was no change; Wang Huang's eyes were constricted, his face was shocked and unbelievable.

Obviously the difference in cultivation base is so big...

Collision, even indistinguishable?

"Shh!"

Baipi Dao broke free from the grasp of Yan Mo's hand, the light of the knife was as delicate as a dragon, its body was spinning like an arc, and the sharp light of the sword fell like a crescent moon again.

With the Heavenly Soldier body rune and Ming Wang's armor body, although Mo Qiu's strength is insufficient, his defense power is not much higher than his opponent's.

The Ksitigarbha Primordial Sword and the swordsmanship blessed by the Shifang Killing World also gave him the capital to fight against the strong with the weak.

At least.

In a short period of time, it will not fail.

After all, Wang Huang was seriously injured and had to be suppressed by the Big Dipper Sword Formation, so he couldn't get a tie, and there was no need to set up the situation today.

"Ding ding... dang dang..."

The gloves on Wang Huang's hands were obviously of extraordinary quality. They did not hurt at all against the slashing of a hundred swords, and they didn't even have any marks.

The palm turned over, and the void sometimes collapsed and sometimes expanded, and the sword light and sword energy that came around was easily swept away by it.

Mo Qiu, the imperial envoy, made a hundred swords, and the sword light was so bright that no one had been seen. Only the colorful sword light and the group of palm shadows kept colliding.

"puff!"

Wang Huang's eyes shrank, and a piece of white bone suddenly emerged from his chest, the bone shattered, and a pale white light also spurted out.

Bone Killing Curse!

at the same time.

A picture scroll appeared behind Mo Qiu's head, and the eighteen layers of **** in the picture scroll appeared back and forth, and finally landed in a palace hall.

Inside the palace hall, an illusory statue is sitting.

The statue opened its eyes at the right time and looked at Wang Huang.

The power inherent in the **** map was fully integrated into the eyes of the **** statue, turning into a thunder of divine sense that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, until it slammed into the opponent.

Shout out to the real thunder!

"boom!"

"Crack..."

Mo Qiu and Wang Huang retreated at the same time.

Mo Qiu's Heavenly Soldier rune trembled wildly, and the chest of King Ming's armor was also sunken inward, and the bones in his body were broken.

Wang Huang is also not feeling well.

The **** map of the fourth level, full of urges to chant the real thunder, even if the ghost king exists in the later stage, he will be fascinated by it for a while.

"Wow!"

The sky squeaked.

The sound was loud and transparent, and it spread thousands of miles in an instant.

But I didn't know when, a three-legged Golden Crow appeared in the void, and the Golden Crow spread its wings a hundred feet. This was when the wings merged and turned into a raging flame, rushing straight to the top of Wang Huang's head.

Chunyang Palace, Cai Zhenren.

The fourth level, the Golden Crow True Fire Art!

Cai Zhenren, who has accumulated a lot of money, has broken through the four barriers in just one year after obtaining the inheritance left by the ancestors.

The power was so strong that Wang Huang's ghost body began to tear and shrivel in an instant.

Different from Mo Qiu's Extreme Yin True Fire, the Golden Crow True Fire abandoned other characteristics of the flame, leaving only the high temperature.

Monotonous, but also represents the ultimate.

at the same time.

A pale bone stick appeared behind Wang Huang, and the horse-faced ghost king also hid nearby.

"Peng!"

His stick looks unremarkable.

But the strange thing is that the ghost body, which is not cracked by the golden crow fire, is instantly torn apart, almost like a piece of ceramics.

In an instant, Wang Huang was hit hard.

Don't beg your eyes to shrink.

It is said that the inheritance of the horse-faced ghost king is extremely impressive, and it seems that it involves a certain ancient power. Now, it seems that it is not without reason.

"what!"

Wang Huang was repeatedly frustrated, and could not help roaring in pain.

Jinwu, Ma Mian, Qi Qi Dingzhi on the spot.

On the contrary, Wang Huang, who was severely injured, was able to move, his hands were divided, and he held one person and one ghost.

suffered!

Mo Qiu raised his eyes, and before he had time to think about it, his body rushed forward again, and two swords of light, one black and one gold, staggered towards the vicinity of Jinwu.

Ksitigarbha's original wish sword, killing the world in the ten directions.

As for the horse-faced ghost king...

Of course he couldn't care less.

Sure enough, under the threat of Daoguang, Wang Huang's big hand that was holding Jinwu suddenly shrank, and then his hands clasped together, tightly hugging the horse's face beside him.

"save……"

"Peng!"

Before the cry for help could be heard, it stopped abruptly.

The horse-faced ghost Wang Shengsheng, who had no time to escape, was torn apart by Wang Huang's ghost body, and even opened his mouth wide, frantically swallowing the yin qi in his body.

And, nourished by the yin qi of the horse face, Wang Huang's ghost body, which was about to collapse, showed faint signs of healing.

"senior!"

Mo Qiu looked cold~lightnovelpub.net~ hurriedly shouted:

"Not yet!"

He has gone all out on this side, but he can't really defeat the other party, but a few people are about to be in danger.

"Not in a hurry, not in a hurry." The slow voice of the ghost Yong Xuetian came immediately, and the huge ghost body also appeared in the sword array:

"Today, Palace Master Wang is doomed!"

talking.

Chao Wang Huang nodded and said:

"Palace Master Wang, we meet again."

"It's you!" Wang Huang's body froze, his eyes fixed on the ghost of Yong Xuetian, his eyes turned and swept over Mo Qiu and the others one by one:

"It's you!"

At last.

He looked at Qin Qingrong, and the resentment in his eyes was as real:

"How dare you betray the Holy Master?"