The man's clothes were the usual clothes of the Fei family, and the gun in his hand was in tatters, and decades of family destruction had polished the color on his face, but he could still see a little bit of a noble young man.
It is Fei Tongyu, the current head of the Fei family on the north shore of Mochiyue Lake!
For decades, the Fei family has been silent and declining like a broken spine, Fei Tongyu's life is the saddest, every time he closes his eyes at night, the ethereal sword light always appears in front of him.
This person killed his grandfather Fei Wangbai like a killing dog, and the scenery would always be repeated in his heart, and the Fei family could no longer cultivate the ancestral 'Jiandao Jin', and the accumulation of a hundred years was suddenly empty, and he started over, falling into boundless torture...
He has really woken up too many times in his dreams, and he won't admit his mistake at all! It's this person in the sky! Fei Tongyu's current status is too humble, and he is not even qualified to know the identity of this person, but he is not in a hurry and muttered:
"Such a big thing... Qingyi can find out... Good... Okay..."
This man who had always been as hesitant as a stoat calmly looked at the vast colorful light in the sky, obviously a little aftermath could tear him to pieces, but he was not afraid at all, and muttered in his heart:
"If the enemy has a place to go, you will not be afraid of disappearing, you will behead my grandfather, and the corpse will lie in the snow in full view, and the corpse will not be closed for three months..."
"There are still three thousand people in the Fei family, all of whom are crying and hating the ancestor, and the three-year-old son in the peak is still drawing wooden talismans, so wait... and wait..."
Those eyes sank into the black smoke and disappeared into the darkness, and the gold in the sky lit up again, and Si Yuanli was fully engrossed and did not investigate.
His green clothes were fluttering, his swordsmanship was ethereal, and he waved freely in the air, beating the two mages backwards.
The origin of the inheritance can be traced back to Sima Jun, who guarded the riverbank for the Wei Kingdom, the sword qi in his hand was snow-white, and it actually echoed the Huaijiang diagram on the soles of his feet, becoming more and more sharp.
Li Xuanfeng had already fought with the mages for several times, and the sky roared, and he was at the critical point.
The six mages in the air stared angrily, and the Sanskrit sounds vibrated, either on their three heads, or on their six arms, or on their chests, or their eyes were burning, or their ears on both sides vibrated, each of which was obvious to their true nature.
At the mage level, except for the two special Taoist traditions, most of the mages with advanced cultivation are men and women, and their faces are sometimes male and female, and their male and female appearances are intertwined, which is quite strange.
And their arms holding weapons were strong and beautiful, with gold powder shining, holding the magic weapons tightly, all of them landed on the golden bows, intertwined with brilliance, and the ferocious golden bows hooked the blades of the weapons, holding them steadily in the air.
Li Xuanfeng was held back by the six Buddhist cultivators, his body of qi rolled like a cloud, turning into a void in the air, condensing into sharp lights, intertwining with each other, appearing in the air little by little, following the corners of his heavenly golden helmet upwards, hovering around him.
His hand on the golden bow was as calm as a mountain, but golden light flowed out from between his fingers, and a white picture scroll unfolded beside him again, floating like a long snake, and Li Xuanfeng suddenly disappeared in place.
The magic weapons in the hands of the six Buddhist cultivators were empty at the same time, and the six pairs of eyes seemed to be carved out of a mold, and they all looked south, and happened to encounter the man in the white and gold armor who took on the form of a figure, and the longbow was like a full moon, pointing straight at him.
"Clang..."
The three golden rings in the air jumped suddenly, shining brightly, as if they had caught something that was struggling violently, and made a crazy sound of metal collision in place, but Li Xuanfeng's strings did not stop.
"Clanging......
The three Shi Xiu holding the golden ring turned pale and vomited blood together, and the remaining nine quickly pinched the spell and cast the spell, each reciting the formula, their voices were low and complex, confusing and murmuring in the air:
"Respectfully please, [Empty Demon Subduing Bowl]!"
The large formation was shaking, and the void broke open, and a little golden light shuttled through and landed in the middle of the twelve people, like a small stone falling into the water, rippling out bursts of ripples, quickly converging and condensing, turning into a purple bowl.
This purple bowl was hooped with two circles of black edges, there was no spell, but it was mysterious and solid, and the mouth of the bowl was black, and countless golden lights flew into it, and it was calmed down safely.
"Purple Mansion level spiritual weapon!"
Si Yuanli's face sank in an instant, and the vigilance in his mind shook, secretly sensing the shocking news.
This [Empty Demon Subduing Bowl] can be seen at a glance as something that is Maha, and it must be the order of one of the seven phases, and it has been summoned to fall into this place, which means that at least one Maha is paying attention to this place at this moment!
"Hahahahaha!"
Si Yuanli was very vigilant, these twelve people invited out the magic weapon against Li Xuanfeng, and the anger of one of the twelve people who could not be taken down just now was resolved, and they all laughed, their voices overlapped, resounding in the sky:
"The little Nanman Shanyue clan also dares to test my Orthodox Holy Dharma? World-Honored One is merciful, and today I want you to fold it here."
This voice was like thunder, causing the cultivators to look sideways.
No matter how powerful Li Xuanfeng is, he is a person in the end, and in front of him are twelve orthodox [empty and empty] mages! Each of them is a top-level foundation building level, not only can they be borrowed from above, but there is also an extremely clever formation, how can one person stop it?
At the moment, Li Qinghong was worried, thinking about how to give up the enemy in her hand to come forward to help, she thought to herself that she would suffer more injuries, and the sky was in danger with all her might, but she could still threaten these people...
Li Xuanfeng didn't change his expression, and said softly:
"Just look at it!"
As soon as Li Xuanfeng's words fell, the golden strings in his hand flashed, and the scroll of pictures actually emerged from his side, jumping upwards and unfolding, turning in the air, like a swimming dragon, and a silver light shone out.
Countless golden rays emerged from his hands, like a dam collapsing and a flood gushing out, and for a while I don't know how many mysterious lights flew out, all pouring into the clear silver light.
This golden awn touched the silver light, and immediately turned into gold and silver, splitting into two and four in two, gushing out, jumping high into the sky, and deep into the clouds:
"Bell!"
The mysterious light in the sky rushed up to the sky, and before it fell, this silver light had already swept past first, the purple bowl was still better, and the three golden rings seemed to have been hit by the galloping Bo Xing, shaking crookedly.
"Dangdangdang..."
The three Buddhist cultivators who controlled the golden ring turned pale, and with the help of the large formation to harmonize their mana, their expressions quickly warmed up, but the twelve Buddhist cultivators hesitated for a moment at the same time.
This large formation has a long tradition, it is mysterious and abnormal, the twelve people can not only harmonize the mana to evenly distribute the damage, but also communicate their minds in it, and their current thoughts communicate in the large formation:
"This demon is very powerful, the [Empty Demon Subduing Bowl] can accommodate a number, how can it be easily wasted? It is better to put it away first and deal with it in formation!"
Several Buddhist cultivators were not simple people, and they didn't give Li Xuanfeng a chance to test this [Empty Demon Subduing Bowl], the purple bowl disappeared in an instant, and the twelve people returned to the formation at the same time, and said in a loud voice:
"Mi!"
A large golden formation emerged across both sides of the river, countless golden spells flowed, revealing its shape, the circle was as large as a mountain, slightly tilted, dispersing the clouds and demons, and its voice was very powerful.
"What a powerful formation."
At this point, the cultivators of the north and south had gradually lost their fighting spirit, but they were under the jurisdiction of their superiors, and they had no intention of stopping.
Si Yuanli finally lost his senses, the sword light in his hand was slightly confused, fortunately, the other party had already been beaten by him and could not return it, this chaos did not cause any consequences, he was horrified in his heart, and said in a low voice:
"Thirty-two thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight ......"
As his words dissipated, a sky full of stars appeared above his head, gold and silver intertwined, flickering uncertainly, slowly enlarging in the pupils of the cultivators, turning into a sky full of mysterious light, falling from the sky, and before it fell, there was already a sharp energy rushing towards his face, aggressive.
"This... What is this!"
"This is foundation building?!"
The cultivators below had already lost their color, Li Qinghong's eyes were slightly red, and he said to himself:
"The second uncle applied the secret method of damaging Shouyuan's cultivation..."
The sky was full of mysterious light falling like a torrential rain, and a group of minor cultivators on the ground suddenly ran away with their heads in their hands, but fortunately, this mysterious light converged on its own when it reached mid-air, and it rushed towards the large formation in the center, as if the Heavenly River had fallen and suppressed it.
The twelve Buddhist cultivators were immobilized by the gate, their eyes were filled with gold and silver, and the formation was like lotus leaves in the rain, tilting around, but in the end, it was twelve people, and from time to time some people vomited blood slightly, but they never broke the formation.
The twelve mages were suppressed for a while, and the dark light in the sky did not fall to the ground, but the small cultivators who retreated on both sides could not be contained, and fled to both sides of the strait, and the foundation building monks had no intention of caring about it...
In the sky full of dark light and golden rain, the offensive of the north and south sides had to be temporarily stopped, the monks on both sides had no fighting spirit, and the fetal breath and qi training retreated one after another, only the monks of the foundation building level were still holding each other back.
At this point, almost everyone on the field understood that the situation had fallen on Li Xuanfeng and these twelve Buddhist cultivators...
Either Li Xuanfeng killed twelve people and forced the north not to go south, or the twelve mages killed Li Xuanfeng, this Huaijiang map would collapse on its own, and all the northern cultivators would have the opportunity to go south!
While thousands of people looked up, the golden string in Li Xuanfeng's hand was pulled to the full moon, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and it was not enough to receive the blessing of the ancient spiritual weapon, and the two immortal foundations in his body evaporated regardless of the loss, and a thin golden mist emerged.
Li Xuanfeng has of course had a method of depleting essence and longevity over the years, called [Sacrifice Yuan Determination Method], which was a thing of the Ning family, and he used it once when he killed Tang Shedu.
This secret method is extremely heavy, often overdrawing three or four out of ten of the immortal foundation will collapse in cultivation, he killed Tang Shedu with this method can still be stable in the Daning Palace, one is Yuan Xiu's move, and the other is also related to his current state.
His cultivation was now in the Fu seed, almost half of it was out of his body, almost borrowing from the Fu seed, but there was an unexpected benefit - the immortal foundation was maintained by the Fu seed, unless he used the secret method to drain it in one go, Li Xuanfeng would not collapse no matter how he used the secret method to extract his cultivation.
Therefore, now that he used it again, he did not skimp on his cultivation at all, riding on the twelve people being dragged down, the golden-red arrows in his hand became more and more condensed, and the surging mana and Qi condensed in his hands.
"Buzz..."
The sky full of mysterious light lasted for dozens of breaths, and when this golden and silver brilliance disappeared, the golden red color in Li Xuanfeng's hand disappeared almost at the same time, and the twelve people were shocked in unison, but they didn't have time to summon the [Empty Demon Subduing Bowl].
Only the three golden rings floated up alone, suddenly grabbing something, the three round gold rings stagnated slightly, one of the corners twisted abruptly, and after only a breath, the magic weapon made a piercing tearing sound in the air.
"Click... Clang..."
The three magic weapons exploded in the air in an instant, turning into golden fragments all over the sky and falling down, the three Buddhist cultivators had broken the connection with the magic weapon early, but they still spat out blood, their faces were like gold paper.
Fortunately, after such a delay, the purple-gold bowl appeared in the air again, swallowing the golden-red arrow that escaped from the trap, shook it twice, and suddenly became bright and dark.
The twelve Buddhist cultivators hurriedly seized the opportunity, decisively jumped out of their positions, dispersed the large bowl, and the remaining nine Buddhist cultivators changed positions, and the large formation recondensed, saying in unison:
"Pray to Su Xikong! Righteousness and suppression of demons!"
In an instant, a voice sounded in the air, and the remaining nine Buddhist figures shone brightly, with a pair of eyes open on their chests, calm and indifferent, and the gold lines on their faces burst out, no longer human.
These eyes looked at Li Xuanfeng at the same time, and there was no colorful golden light, nor any light that broke through the sky, but the bright light under his feet shook, causing the soles of the monks' feet to crook.
The bright light on Li Xuanfeng's body dimmed for a moment, and it was actually fixed in place, and the nine Buddhist cultivators concocted it in the same way, jumping up from their positions together, and the large formation on the soles of their feet dispersed, blessing Su Xikong's true nature and calling together.
"Boom!"
For a while, gold and stone collided, like a landslide and tsunami, all the brilliance in the sky faded, and the north and south banks were all suffocated.
The ten Buddhist cultivators worked together, and blessed the true nature of Su Xikong that was sought by the large formation, and the power had been superimposed to the point of terrifying, Si Yuanli stood aside, the omen of death rose in his heart, and he said in shock:
"Underestimate them!"
The bright pass on the soles of his feet shook, Si Yuanli broke out in a cold sweat, he raised his head in a panic, and saw a little red through the gap between the golden light and color of the weapons.
"Ding..."
The scattered blood beads were like a long curtain of smashed jade beads, rolling round and crystal clear, scattering in all directions, crashing into the superimposed magic weapons of several mages, and actually making a sound of pearls and jade.
"Wow..."
The blood dripped down, turning into golden rain in the dark mid-air, attracting everyone's attention, and in the eyes of countless people who were either anxious or happy, the figure of the golden bow and Li Xuanfeng disappeared.
"Where is the murderer?"
"Could it be that the ashes are gone..."
Si Yuanli watched the blood rain fall, and suddenly heard the crisp sound of metal and iron clashing, and a cold and hoarse voice echoed in the air, transmitting from a high place to the ears of the cultivators in the north and south.
"The dry value is Ren Gui, and the gold is used to the extreme..."
This sound fell, and the crisp sound of metal and iron colliding became louder and louder, almost roaring more than thunder, but the cold and hoarse voice became more and more low:
"Shen You Jin's position, please hold the gold!"