Maoshan Ghost King

Xiao Yan’s Six Changes is Li Zejian’s ultimate ultimate move. Once it is displayed, all the power is concentrated and bursts out in a moment. Few people can withstand such a fierce attack. In less than a second, a large number of people and a large number of gods The sword chasing the soul at the same time, dozens of swords attack from different angles in a moment, enough to cut people into pieces.

Even a top master with a cultivation base that is much higher than Li Zejian, under the cover of such a magical Xiaoyan's six changes, I am afraid it will be difficult to get out.

The victory or defeat was only in one thought. After this move, Song Yuanqing's body moved back by a distance of seven or eight meters.

Li Zejian kept his hands in a motion of raising the sword and slashing, standing there motionless.

A large area of ​​sword shadows and human shadows overlapped quickly, and finally turned into one person and one sword.

Looking at Song Yuanqing, who was chopped off, he was still moving while standing there. However, in a flash, the position of Song Yuanqing's shoulders and lower abdomen suddenly bloomed with blood, dyeing all of his clothes red.

"As expected to be a sword god, this Xiaoyan's six changes of magical powers are also well-deserved, and the old man has seen it today." Although the blood was flowing on his body, Song Yuanqing still didn't change his face, and quickly stretched out his fingers and touched his key acupuncture points He clicked on it fiercely to seal the bloodline and prevent the blood from losing quickly.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yuanqing's sullen eyes looked at Li Zejian again, and said in a deep voice: "I have seen the method of the divine sword chasing the soul, and now it is time for you to see the method of our fairy sword."

At this moment, Li Zejian was a little surprised. In that blow, dozens of swords were slashed at that guy in an instant. Song Yuanqing blocked most of the sword light, and only three swords fell on him. Body.

In fact, Li Zejian has just made a move and has retained some strength. In this situation, whoever has the hard fist has the final say. It is just a contest and bright fists. There is no need to die or live. Therefore, Li Zejian also has a sense of measure. If the strength of the sword on Song Yuanqing's body is heavier, then Song Yuanqing is probably dead.

A wave of Xiaoyan's six changes made Li Zejian's cultivation level rise to the extreme, but after using this method, Li Zejian's spiritual power was consumed greatly, and it would take a long time to recover.

What frightened Li Zejian was that although Song Yuanqing had shed a lot of blood, it didn't seem to have suffered much damage. He still looked calm and relaxed, but he didn't know if he pretended to be.

However, this Song Yuanqing has never been able to display the light spirit fairy sword. This is what Li Zejian fears most.

I don't know if I can resist his light sword.

Everyone knows that there are a total of six light spirit fairy swords of the Jinling Song family, one of which is stronger than the other, and this light spirit fairy sword is passed down to the gods, and it should not be too famous.

This made Li Zejian feel a little flustered.

Song Yuanqing, whose upper body was almost completely stained with blood, took a step forward and walked in the direction of Li Zejian. Every time he took a step, the momentum climbed up a lot, and the cyclone formed under his feet rolled up the dust and fluttered in all directions.

Li Zejian took a deep breath, his aura is absolutely not to be lost, slightly raised the Divine Sword in his hand to chase the soul, and watched Song Yuanqing rushing forward for an instant.

Song Yuanqing's footsteps were getting faster and faster. After three steps, the slabs on the ground shattered one after another, and then jumped up with a fierce smash, and suddenly came towards Li Zejian's slaughter.

Between the flick of the sleeves, there was a sudden white light, bringing up the whistling sound, splitting the air and the field, and along with the long sword raised high by Song Yuanqing, it almost simultaneously shot towards Li Zejian. Come.

Li Zejian's pupils suddenly enlarged, and his heart instantly mentioned his throat. With a loud shout, the Divine Sword Chasing Soul suddenly slashed down, slashing out a sword aura, blocking the long sword in Song Yuanqing's hand, and then took advantage of the momentum. Intercept the light spirit fairy sword that Song Yuanqing hit at him.

This sword split almost used up some of Li Zejian's remaining spiritual power. The strength, speed, and angle were seamless, and it was possible to cut such a beautiful sword.

This sword intercepted the long sword in Song Yuanqing's hand with its sword aura, and the Divine Sword Soul Pursuing itself intercepted the light-spirited fairy sword.

Between the electric light and flint, Li Zejian saw clearly that the light spirit fairy sword was just a small sword more than ten centimeters long, silver white as frost, but the power that burst out was terrifying.

When the Excalibur Soul Chaser collided with the small light spirit fairy sword, a burst of light burst out, and a terrifying force poured into Li Zejian's body.

With a muffled hum, Li Zejian lifted his feet off the ground and was hit by the light spirit fairy sword towards the corner of the wall.

Just when Li Zejian's body was still in the air.

From the direction of Song Yuanqing, there was another crisp sound of breaking through the air. No one saw how Song Yuanqing shot, and another light spirit sword shot out from him, and then the second light spirit sword moved towards Li Zejian. Continue to beheaded.

Li Zejian saw only a white glow in front of him, which was faster than the last light spirit fairy sword. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.

When Li Zejian moved his body slightly, the light little sword directly penetrated through Li Zejian's lower abdomen, then shot out from the back waist, and landed on the wall behind Li Zejian.

"Boom" there was a loud noise.

That side of the wall was directly punched out of a hole the size of a washbasin by that long small sword.

Afterwards, Li Zejian's body smashed against the wall, crashing the entire wall.

Horror, worthy of the world-famous light spirit fairy sword, such a short sword can possess such a powerful force.

After these two light spirit fairy swords were shot out, Li Zejian had been hit on the opposite side of the wall and did not get up again.

But Song Yuanqing didn't seem to want to stop.

"Cang Langlang..." A crisp sound rang again, and Song Yuanqing released the third light spirit fairy sword.

This is where the competition is, it is the rhythm of killing people.

Although Ge Yu and Hei Xiaose were fighting with those of the Song family, their gazes would also be towards the battle between Li Zejian and Song Yuanqing.

Because Li Zejian played a vital role, as long as Li Zejian defeated Song Yuanqing, the Patriarch of the Song family, there was no need to fight this one.

They saw that Li Zejian was merciful to Song Yuanqing's men and saved his life. However, Song Yuanqing did not appreciate it, and became angry and wanted to kill Li Zejian.

"Brother Li!"

Hei Xiaose and Ge Yu exclaimed almost simultaneously.