Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4824: Huangquan method sky array
The prosperity of the old sword, actually hurt him!
You must know that Diqing is already Jiu Zhuan Dayan Immortal and is at the top of the list. Even Dayang Xian in the same realm can hardly hurt him.
But in this face-to-face, the old self-proclaimed way out of Huang Quan was just a light sword, hurting him.
Not only is Qing Qing, after Jian Wushuang dismissed that sword, the inscrutable sword intention also made his body tumbling with blood.
This understated sword made them suffer to varying degrees. Then Huang Quan's old road did not stop at all, and the Baoguang true sword was stabbed hard again!
"Chengqi!" Shen Qingsheng's thoughts, and an unstoppable Chongxiao big man surged from behind him.
A whole body of pure white Bai Wu condenses, a pupil as holy as a snow lotus has a charm, and then resolutely hits the old Huang Quan Road.
It seemed that he felt a threat. He took a step back and swiped the dust with his left hand.
In an instant, hundreds of millions of strands of white silk fluttering like strips of long snakes, facing down against the white Wubao.
When the two collided, the white Wubao phase was entangled by hundreds of thousands of strands of white silk before it even had time to release.
Jian Wushuang’s brow furrowed, and he turned to look at the pale Zhao Ting and Xi Qing Chi beside him. Far."
Zhao Ting looked at him and opened his mouth but said nothing.
Xi Qingchi's eyes were reddish, and Xiu Nuo said, "Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm wrong."
"It's good to do it yourself." Jian Wushuang gave her a last glance, carrying the invisible long sword, and resolutely moved forward.
Yi Qing looked dignified and said in a deep voice, "Although this old Tao has already died, but the energy contained in his body is extremely abundant, I am afraid that his fairy source has not been depleted."
Jian Wushuang looked forward with his solemn eyes. If the judgment is correct, then Huangquan Lao Dao is very likely to be the peak of the nine-turn Da Yanxian, which is in the same situation as Yi Qing.
And Huang Quan Lao Dao is far from being alone, more and more fairy bones tear the fairy tomb and walk out of the fairy tomb, let him dispatch the messenger.
I am afraid that this is the first battle into the big game.
After that, Qingquan’s blow was offset by the white dust, and Huang Quan no longer fought, but quickly retreated while waving the dust in his hand.
The dust is like a kind of enchanting magic sound, and those fairy bones flew over from all sides again.
"Don't let these things near me, I went to pick up the old head." Di Qing looked at Jian Wushuang and said.
Jian Wushuang nodded his head, releasing the unmatched force directly in the palm of his hand, each strand was enough to crush a fairy bone.
Yi Qing’s body shape no longer stays, and a pair of winged gold-patterned wings suddenly emerge from the back, sweeping directly above the void.
In the face of Huang Quan’s old saying, he no longer released the treasure, but shook the wings behind him.
In an instant, countless, like the mountains and seas, the dynamism will burst out completely!
There are hundreds of millions of golden feathers, with an unimaginable breath, the heavens and gods punishment is generally falling!
Every golden feather is destroyed, the dead air on the sky is swallowed, and a shocking big hole is burned, and everything is illuminated.
This is the all-powerful formula of Diqing, without reservation.
"Boom!"
Old Huang Quan raised his head, looked at the sky-destroyed Jin Yu, and waved the dust in his hand.
Flying white silk stretches for thousands of miles in an instant, turning into a party enchantment to protect himself.
At this moment, the earth was torn, countless fairy bones were burned up by the falling golden feathers, and the earth was burned.
The dust-bound enchantment built by Huang Quan’s masters, even though it is more sturdy, is still unable to contend with the golden feather that carries the momentum of mountains and seas.
After the dust enchantment was torn open, the golden feathers of the sky were like locusts, and they rushed to Huangquan Laodao.
The indescribable martyrdom centered on him, tearing the North Heavenly Domain directly from the middle, and the plane will be torn apart.
The energy dissipated by this kind of escape cannot be sustained under Yanxian. Jian Wushuang reached out to protect the two Qingting Pond Zhao Ting behind him, and then kept preparing to break the formation under him.
In the next moment, the old man resounded like Hong Zhongda Lu's voice.
"Sure!"
The sword invincible with the invisible sword ready to be pushed horizontally, only to feel that his body was blessed with some kind of shackles, and he directly interrupted his control of Yanli!
Even Qing Qing above the void was affected, and his body trembled, and he landed uncontrollably.
The world is still, only the burning fire spreads!
Fusting white silk enchantment retreats, revealing Huang Quan's old figure.
He was not embarrassed at this time, his gray skin was burned into large holes, revealing the terrifying bones, and one of the two eyeballs also burst out, even more terrible.
"A thief, dare to insult me?"
He was furious, and his rotten robe, even with the dust in his hands, turned to ashes, "Today, I will ask you to turn into the nourishment of my Huangquan Fa Heavenly Array!"
The deafening voice stopped, and Huang Quan's old right hand held the sword, turning into a blunt left-handed squeeze.
At once, the large array of immortal bones trapped by Musou Jian, Di Qing and others slowly turned up.
Uncountable broken fairy bones rise and fall among them, with extremely fierce killing and dead air.
These countless Yanxian powers that once fought in the Quartet and died here, even the bones after death, have been refined and become nourishment for the Great Formation.
This is a fierce battle!
As Huang Quan's old ways continue to pinch the tactics, this Huangquan Fatian array begins to fluctuate and becomes like a quagmire.
The feet began to become muddy, and a pair of white bones palms protruded out, madly grabbing at Jiajian Wushuang and others.
Heavy blood flowed out again, and he immediately rushed up.
"We are all nourishment, commemorating the souls of my dead men." Huang Quan said with a deep voice, accompanied by his voice, the blood of the entire Huangquan Fatian formation completely swallowed Jian Wushuang and others, and then boiled Got up.
There are still fairy bones coming out of the fairy tomb, and they rushed towards the circle without any turning back and merged into it, becoming a part of them and strengthening the circle.
The boiling and sticky blood of the gods is like the Tianhe falling from the sky dome, grisly and ugly.
Huang Quan Lao Dao looked at the scene with only one eye left. He seemed very satisfied, and then moved forward.
The next moment, the blood river in the Huangquan Fa Tianzhen trembles suddenly, and then a figure emerges quietly.
He was not tainted with blood stains. He held up an invisible long sword in his hand, drawing bows and arrows like shooting the sun, and his arm's tension was rounded to the extreme.
In the next moment, the invisible long sword was suddenly thrown out, as if the arrows shot by the god's bow were anxious, with a forward-looking trend!
Earthquake trembles, wherever the sword front passes, the void is broken.