After this sound, the apricot yellow light was still spreading, several people were already afraid, Daoist Zhuang held it in his hand, and saw Li Zhouwei holding the halberd still, so he woke up and realized that the other party was breathing, his heart was shocked, and he shouted:
"Hurry up! The magic weapon he used just now was by no means simple! You must be weak at this moment!"
He stabilized the morale of the army in an instant, and several people looked at each other, and together they controlled the magic weapon, not retreating but advancing, and killing the people in front of them.
Daoist Zhuang pinched the spell and cast the spell, stood still in place, put his fingers together, and moved the fire into the dantian, his heart was both fearful and greedy.
If you really want to ask, he is not one of the few Taoists taught by Chang Xiaozi, he joined halfway, he didn't even have a Taoist name, and he had no loyalty to Taixu Zhong's words.
But his eyes were powerful, and in the gushing fire just now, only he could see clearly that the other party was using a magic weapon.
"Such a powerful thing that leaves the fire... It must be unusual... If you can get it in your hand..."
At this moment, it turned out that Daoist Zhuang had the heaviest murderous intentions, and his righteousness and awe-inspiring stabilized the morale of the army, but Li Zhouwei smiled for the first time, he pushed the halberd horizontally, and with a sonorous sound, he set up the magic weapon of the two of them with a sonorous sound, and the fire flag was raised again behind him.
Several people fought together again, Li Zhouwei had just fought fiercely, and sure enough, he looked like he was running out of mana, and the spiritual light from the sky was scattered again, and he actually suppressed the murderer again.
The fight below was lively, and the white sideburns in the sky were also tears in their eyes, gritting their teeth, [Yongjing Xuanhuan] This kind of ranged spiritual weapon was already exhausting, and he used the foundation body to drive the spiritual weapon, which added a bit of difficulty, maintaining [Yongjing Xuanhuan] had already spent too much spiritual consciousness... It made it difficult for him to free his hands.
But at the moment, he was sad and angry in his heart, and he didn't care if any real person could make a move, his eyes widened angrily, and his mana even put all his essence into the spiritual weapon.
With such mana support, [Yongjing Xuanhuan] finally showed some real power, and the suppression of the aura became stronger and stronger, and even the black flame on Li Zhouwei's halberd was suppressed little by little, causing him to become more and more limp, and he was injured several times in a row.
The white sideburns were happy to see it, and the mana of his whole body poured into it further, but who knew that the little gray brocade pouch on his waist suddenly jumped up, and there seemed to be a talisman in it, which seemed to be effective and burned with a bang.
Suddenly the blue light was clear, a golden light escaped from the top of the white sideburns, he suddenly regained consciousness, his mind went blank for a moment, and he quickly retreated in confusion.
"Not good!"
Looking at the excited expressions of the people under his feet, he only felt a chill climb up his spine, and while the effect of the talisman had not yet retreated, he slapped the [Yongjing Xuanhuan], and the spiritual light in the sky suddenly changed, and this spiritual weapon turned into its original form and fell into his hands.
The white sideburns had a gloomy face, and he only felt weak all over, and quickly pinched the trick to fall.
Li Zhouwei saw that the spiritual light in the sky was no longer falling, and understood that the other party had not been fooled, and felt sorry in his heart, but the halberd in his hand suddenly changed, the fierce black flame was several times more powerful, and the light of the upper light at the center of his eyebrows also gushed out again.
The old man in front of him was about to retreat, but who knew that the [Sun Ying Li Technique] suddenly burst out, turning into several white rays of light to drag him down, only one step slower, the halberd had already smashed down with strong wind pressure.
"Boom!"
The old man's hands were smashed in an instant, and Shangyao Fuguang rushed over, smashing a fist-sized opening on his head, flashing a flame, presumably it was baked inside.
"It's a pity..."
At this time, several people hurriedly retreated, Li Zhouwei did not chase after him, but put away his weapon and stationed it in the air.
The white sideburns came down with the wind, and the Zhuang Daoist was extremely dissatisfied with his sudden behavior of putting away the spiritual weapon, and was full of anger, and was about to attack, but he saw the white sideburns and said coldly:
"The charm given by the real person has taken effect! Just now, he was either confused by fate, or fascinated by supernatural powers and spiritual weapons, so he quickly retreated!"
When he said this, Daoist Zhuang felt a chill rush to his head, and he was shocked in his heart:
"How could I covet his things!"
The white sideburns withdrew a few steps, and after all, his heart was still unwilling.
The original plan was not as simple as a [Yongjing Xuanhuan], [Yongjing Xuanhuan] was a destruction technique, a spiritual weapon that overturned the mysterious formation, originally to deal with the Li family's massive monks and a dozen or so foundation builders, breaking the formation at the critical moment, not letting Li Zhouwei escape...
What is really prepared for Li Zhouwei is the [mountain darkness moving the mountain]! The spiritual rope is entangled and restrained, restrains the art, and coupled with the [Yongjing Xuanhuan], Li Zhouwei has no way to escape...
"Who knows... It's such a situation!"
Looking at Li Zhouwei who was standing still with a halberd, the white-sided man's eyes gradually lowered, and he felt very bitter in his heart:
'Today's incident is not just for me? It's not one or two people who want to harm Li Zhouwei."
He could only hide these words in his heart, not daring to say them, the [Yongjing Xuanhuan] in his hand shone slightly, his mouth trembled, and after all, he didn't say anything, and left in the wind.
The crane in the sky was still wailing and circling in the sky-high fire, Li Zhouwei stopped his halberd and slowly closed his eyes, the golden-eyed man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped from the air to the ground step by step.
A bit of crystal flickered at the corner of his eye, and immediately evaporated and disappeared on the red-hot soft armor [Yuan E].
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Taixu.
There was darkness in the void, undulating, but there was a faint light, and I saw a table in the darkness, and a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe was sitting cross-legged aside.
He had half white hair and beard, looked amiable, and carried a sword on his back, with Gengjin as a sheath, emitting light.
Opposite this sword cultivator sat a man in brown clothes, who looked a little honest, and waited respectfully aside, bowing his head and saying nothing, as if waiting for instructions.
"Senior Li... Look..."
Although the man in brown had a respectful attitude, his face was a little ugly, and he hesitated to ask, and the sword cultivator on the opposite side finally raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and replied:
"What are you looking at."
The man in brown immediately stopped speaking, sat aside a little aggrieved, this sword cultivator lowered his eyebrows from Taixu for a while, waiting for the surrounding Purple Mansion to disperse, and then said:
"Chengyan Daoist, I don't care how chic you are in your own territory, but you run all the way to my Jianmen Realm to be powerful, and you want to kill my Sword Immortal junior, but it's unruly."
"Is that my business alone..."
Cheng Yan felt bitter in his heart and replied:
"I didn't think about this matter, I wanted to invite this little friend to meet me at Changxiaomen, and ask about the news of my family's real person through him, but I didn't expect to make a big fuss, but it seems that my family is not."
"It's true that the juniors are ignorant, and I'm here to apologize to the seniors... Please don't blame me."
Ling Feng Zhenren raised his eyebrows, and those eyebrows immediately showed sharpness when they were raised, and the sword cultivator replied:
"Fart."