The fairy is fierce

The Qingdu River is several miles wide. Even if the fighting between several people on the river bank is loud, it can be ignored compared to the vast river surface.

On the river bank opposite the battlefield, there is a shrub forest.

The burly Situ Zhenhan squatted behind the shrubs, carefully staring at the fight on the other side of the river, and said:

"Use the Qi to push the sword, and use the sword to carry the Qi. At the critical moment, the hand shook, and the sword was not seen unsheathed, and the tip of the sword had already hit the enemy. Uncle, this sword is so fast, and the killing power is a bit too great."

Beside Situ Zhenhan, there is a bronze mirror floating; the mirror is facing the reed beach, but the scenery in the mirror is not the river scenery opposite, but the interior of a magnificent palace.

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The palace has carved beams and painted buildings, and is decorated with bronze cranes and incense. In the middle is a luxurious soft couch. In front of the couch hangs a beaded curtain, revealing the outline of a noble lady lying on her side. She is dressed like a queen in the palace, with graceful curves, but it is blurry and hard to see clearly.

The Queen in the palace was also watching the fight thousands of miles away. When she heard Situ Zhenhan's words, a voice came out from the bronze mirror:

"It seems to be 'Jian Yi'."

Situ Zhenhan was a little confused: "I also look like Jian Yi, but which school is this? It doesn't look like Jingluo or Yunshui Jiantan. Could it be from Zhongzhou Jianhuang City?"

The bronze mirror was silent for a while: "This sword intent is unique. None of the nine sects' schools match it. Could it be that it was created by the ancestor?"

"The ancestor's original school can't teach him 'Jian Yi'. Jian Yi has to understand it himself. What is that wristband just now? Is it the magic weapon given by the ancestor?"

"There is no such wristband among the magic weapons in the Tietou Mansion. It must be the ancestor's private collection. Even I don't know."

"The ancestor is really good to this kid."

"Hmph..."

The mirror snorted lightly and stopped talking...——

Across the river, the fight is still going on.

Zhao Wuxie rushed to the river bank, holding a long sword and rushing towards Zhang Yinfeng, his eyes full of murderous intent, and he shouted angrily:

"You bastard, give me back my family's lives!"

Zuo Lingquan and Cheng Jiujiang attacked from both sides and surrounded Zhang Yinfeng, who was alone, on the river bank.

Zhang Yinfeng saw his brother died suddenly, and was surrounded and killed by three enemies. There was anger in his eyes, but no fear at all.

For a cultivator in the Spirit Valley Realm, each higher level is not just a simple number increase, each level has its own unique innate magical power.

Zhang Yinfeng is at the seventh level of the Spirit Valley Realm, and his Immaculate Golden Body is much stronger than Cheng Jiujiang. He also has Gangqi to protect his body, plus the true qi to transform into a shape and control objects from a distance; combined, the innate magical power alone is not something that a few cultivators below the fourth level can easily resist.

Seeing the three people attacking from all directions, Zhang Yinfeng's eyes were cold, and he made a spell with his hands. Six more swords flew out of the sword box behind him. His robes swelled, and red true energy gushed out, condensing a set of translucent red armor on his body. At the same time, a talisman also floated out of his sleeves and turned into a huge golden bell, covering his body.

Dong

After a muffled sound, Zhang Yinfeng's body was shining brightly, and even his figure was a little difficult to see clearly; together with the three swords that were used first, a total of nine swords were suspended outside the golden bell, facing all directions, ready to go.

Zuo Lingquan had not rushed to the front yet, and he stopped when he saw this scene, and said coldly:

"Coward, come out if you have the guts!"

Cheng Jiujiang didn't even think about breaking the defense, and stopped where he was.

Zhao Wuxie, who was carrying a blood feud, rushed forward with a sword in his hand. He struck with the long sword in his hand, and the white light turned into a crane shadow, with a sharp sword sound, and hit the golden bell.

Dong

A thick and dull sound shook the riverside.

The golden bell talisman shook, but that was all.

Zhang Yinfeng didn't even fight back, just looked at Zhao Wuxie coldly.

Zhao Wuxie saw that he couldn't break the defense, so he could only surround the perimeter and said angrily:

"Zhang Yinfeng, you villain, dare you come out and fight me!"

Zhang Yinfeng stood within two layers of protection, and had recognized who Zhao Wuxie was from his face, and said:

"Your parents, and even your relatives and friends in the same village, all died under my sword; today is your only chance for revenge, if you want to kill me, just come."

Zhao Wuxie gritted his teeth. It was true that he had a blood feud, but he was not blinded by hatred.

The middle-grade 'Golden Bell Talisman' can be used to draw a prison on the ground. Although the cultivators inside cannot get out, the cultivators outside have to do their best to break it. And even if it is broken, the armor condensed by the true qi transformation is tougher than the Golden Bell Talisman. As long as Zhang Yinfeng cannot be killed in one go, he will never be able to break it because of the endless supply of true qi in his body.

Cheng Jiujiang knew that he could not break the defense, so he said:

"The true qi transformation consumes a lot of energy, so we can only drag him hard and see how long he can hold on."

Zhang Yinfeng looked at him with contempt, raised his hands, and the nine swords outside the golden bell rose slightly at the same time:

"How long I can hold on, you don't have to worry about it, just ask yourself how long you can hold on."

After speaking, Zhang Yinfeng pushed with both hands.

Nine swords shot forward at the same time, stabbing at the three people around him.

This was the first time Zuo Lingquan had seen such a shameless fighting style since he started practicing. He moved sideways, raised his arm, and the Phoenix Arm Guard instantly unfolded, like a phoenix spreading its wings, blocking him and Cheng Jiujiang.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

Sparks flew from the Phoenix Shield.

Zhao Wuxie quickly retreated, raising his sword to block and distance himself. He was hit by three swords at once, and it was obvious that he was a little powerless to parry.

Cheng Jiujiang saw the opponent controlling the flying sword to kill people inside the turtle shell. He was so angry that his Qiqiao was filled with smoke. Without the magic weapon to protect his body, he did not dare to take the sword controlled by the seventh-level monk. He could only hide behind Zuo Lingquan and said:

"I can't fight him. It's too shameless. If I drag the red-haired old immortal here, I won't even be able to run away."

Zuo Lingquan used his unfolded phoenix armguard to cover the six sharp blades surrounding his body, and said:

"The Golden Bell Talisman cannot be moved, retreat."

Zhao Wuxie knew that it would be difficult to kill Zhang Yinfeng, and his life would be lost if he delayed any longer, so he could only evacuate far away.

However, Zhang Yinfeng had no intention of letting the tiger go back to the mountain. When he saw the three of them trying to run away, he said coldly:

"Come and leave whenever you want, and treat Qingyun City as your own yard?"

While speaking, Zhang Yinfeng raised his hand to perform the sword seal.

Seven of the nine swords chasing the three people pulled out and flew to the surrounding reed beaches. The sword tips hovered towards the ground. Red flames spurted out from the sword tips. After landing on the ground, they quickly spread to the left and right, and The flames of the other swords merged.

boom

But in an instant, the seven swords formed a heptagonal sword array around them, forming a wall of fire about ten feet high, surrounding the three people.

Zuo Lingquan stopped hastily and was about to jump over when he saw seven swords connected in series above his head, forming a cover like a sea of ​​fire, completely blocking the last exit.

A rolling heat wave hit, and the vegetation within the sword array turned into fly ash, and even the scenery began to distort.

Cheng Jiujiang's face turned pale: "The seven-star sword formation in Yunshui Sword Pond is guided by the earth's core fire. I will definitely not be able to break out."

After Zhang Yinfeng completed the sword formation, he raised his right hand to control the sword formation, his eyes as contemptuous as looking at three ants:

"You young people, after listening to a few fairy tales about cross-border fighting from the storyteller, you have forgotten how much you weigh. You really think that if you practice swordsmanship for more than ten years, you can be better than others who have practiced hard for decades. The Tao Xing that comes in the year?”

Zhao Wuxie's retreat was blocked by the sword formation, and he could only quickly take a detour to Zuo Lingquan's side:

"The Seven Star Sword Formation, the eye of the formation is Zhang Yinfeng, there is no time to run away."

Zuo Lingquan glanced around: "He only has two swords, and there are three of us..."

Before they finished speaking, the three of them saw four flames falling from the top of the sword array, condensing into long swords in mid-air, and hovering in front of the golden bell.

Zhang Yinfeng controlled the flying sword with his left hand, with sarcasm in his eyes:

"Boy, what other supernatural powers do you want to see? Before you die, I will open your eyes and don't say such stupid things in your next life that will make people laugh out loud."

Zuo Lingquan had nothing to say.

The seventh level monk of Linggu has already been able to initially control the world, he is so domineering.

After Cheng Jiujiang glanced at it, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Let's break through it. It's hard for him to be distracted while maintaining the sword formation. A seventh-level monk wielding a sword from a distance is not as powerful as the sword in his hand. Even if we can't break the sword formation, we can die in the hands of Ancestor Youhuang, so our life is not in vain." ”

Zhao Wuxie was not afraid of death at all, so he rushed toward the Golden Bell with his sword in hand:

"Come together, we will break through the defense, and you can find an opportunity to kill him with one sword."

Zuo Lingquan's face was as sinking as water, and he rose up and rushed forward. He raised his hand and unfolded the phoenix arm guard to block the six swords that were thrust at him.

Cheng Jiujiang rushed behind Zuo Lingquan, and when the distance got closer, his momentum surged, his fists flashed with lightning, he jumped out from Zuo Lingquan's head, and shouted angrily:

"Ben Lei!"

boom

Both fists landed on the golden bell, the shadow of the golden bell shook, and several cracks appeared on the talisman floating above.

The white light on the edge of Zhao Wuxie's sword was almost dazzling. The moment Zuo Lingquan put away his arm guard, he pierced the golden bell with his sword. The light of the sword was like a white rainbow, shattering the already shaken shadow of the golden bell in an instant, and its remaining power remained unabated. , and stabbed Zhang Yinfeng who was standing among them.

Zhang Yinfeng's eyes were cold, and while he controlled the six swords to turn back, the red zhenqi on his body turned into a raging sword aura, shattering the sword energy contained in Zhao Wuxie's sword, but the protective sword aura was also reduced.

Zuo Lingquan took this opportunity, raised his hand and stabbed out with a sword. A dragon roar sounded in the sword array, and turned into an ink-colored sword blade, piercing through the protective aura and landing on Zhang Yinfeng's chest.

Bang

Black sword energy poured out.

The condensed armor on Zhang Yinfeng's chest exploded instantly, leaving a gap as big as a bowl; the robe on his body was shattered by the sword energy, scraping the flesh and blood on his chest, leaving white bones visible.

Zhang Yinfeng didn't expect that Zuo Lingquan could really break through armor with one sword, and there was a bit of astonishment in his eyes!

But that's all.

Although Zhang Yinfeng's protective armor was shattered, the strong protective power still neutralized most of the power of Zuo Lingquan's sword. The stainless golden body was indestructible, so it was not easy to scratch the flesh.

The force of the three people's combined attacks knocked Zhang Yinfeng back a few steps, and the Seven-Star Sword Formation also shook. However, Zhang Yinfeng quickly stabilized his body, and a talisman floated out of his sleeves again, turning into a golden bell and covering his head. .

A hole was punched in the armor where the energy was condensed, but it recovered in the blink of an eye. Even the wounds on the chest were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhang Yinfeng raised his right hand high to stabilize the sword formation, with a ferocious look in his eyes:

"What a domineering swordsmanship, but what can you do to me?!"

Cheng Jiujiang didn't even have time to pursue him. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but despair:

"How can we fight this?"

Zhao Wuxie was at his wits end:

"Find a way to break through the sword formation and run."

The three of them are just trying to figure out how to break the formation. This is nonsense.

This is the first time that Zuo Lingquan has encountered this kind of iron-skinned bastard. After all, he is only at the first level of Linggu. If he breaks the armor with his sword, he cannot kill people. If he wants to kill someone, he must break the armor first. Even if two swords are fired in succession, Zhang Yinfeng still has enough time. Rearm between gaps.

In terms of the sea of ​​Qi reserves, the three of them combined might not be able to beat Zhang Yinfeng, and the situation became a dead end in an instant...