Chapter 650 Burial Array 10

The sword spirit of Yu Hanyan is becoming more and more like a snowball, with thousands of waves surging and the sea flowing.

The wind and thunder rumbled in the ears.

The rolling Buddha beads were shattered by the bright moon sword light, like golden snowflakes splashing everywhere. After landing, the golden light dissipated and reduced to ordinary wooden Luanzi.

This string of Buddha beads is a great wish power that embodies the daily cultivation of Jemole. Only by 4,8 hundred revolutions a day and holding the three treasures of Buddha, Dharma and monk can you have the magic power to eliminate karma and troubles. Today, in order to block the cold smoke, this string of Buddha beads should be broken. Yemole looked at the debris of wood falling into the dust, and his face showed a little regret.

"Jade benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

Yu Hanyan stopped and looked down at the bottomless pit next to him. He saw that it was dark inside and there was no breath of life. His delicate body trembled slightly, his eyes turned red, and his sword spirit rose again. Suddenly, there was a tide of murderous intent, and it spread on all sides, which made people unable to breathe.

Song Qingsha stared at her back, with a dead gray on her face, and said in a trembling voice, "It's the realm of heaven and man! Unexpectedly, Brother Qin's death completed her and let her reach the top step by step..."

"No!" Fang Yiyuan gently hugged her and comforted her trembling and manic. He said softly, "The spiritual power is turned into a god, but it is not a sun god, and there is no way in the sword. It's a false situation, and it can't be true. Sooner or later, she will fall!"

Gong Yunxiu clenched his fist, full of tears, and cursed in a low voice: "Hateful, hateful..."

Yu Hanyan stared at the pit for a long time, and suddenly raised her head, like a decisive look on Yuqiao's face. As soon as her footsteps moved lightly, she was about to flash in front of Yemole.

Just as she leaned up and wanted to fly out, a breeze suddenly lifted her hair from behind. She picked up the "breaking funeral" and a gorgeous peach petal floated and flew, touching the blade of the sword. With a gentle slip, it split into two flat halves and scattered with the wind.

At this break, her footsteps stagnated, and the murderous spirit of the Thunderbolt string shifted to another person, which made the man's face look like dirt, and his footsteps froze in mid-air.

The middle-aged swordsman holding a peach blossom smiled bitterly, and finally took that step and said sadly, "Jade Fairy, if you want to compare swords, come to me!"

Yu Hanyan pressed the tip of the sword down slightly, raised his eyebrows, and shouted coldly, "Look for death!"

Ge Xinglie and Cheng Gang came quickly and attacked Yemore, who stood together on the left and right sides. The nine-ring prison chain, the sword and thunder sound, joined hands for the first time, just to make this mysterious old monk of unknown origin sleep here.

They were frightened.

Qin Yan, who used the secret of giving up his life with this move, does not know the life and death. Although it is a sneak attack, but if that move is aimed at himself, who is sure to avoid it?

Don't let this monk have a chance to use that trick again!

The light burst out from the back of Yemole's head, which was a circle of Buddha wheels as dazzling as the sun, drawn into a bright lotus, and the golden petals wrapped his whole body in it. Ziyan sword spirit and the ghost chain were smashed over and bounced away by the lotus petals, without damaging the old monk.

Ge Xing shouted fiercely, and a dark seal text appeared on his head, and his murderous intention soared all over his body, and he forced himself to use the power of the road of killing.

The sword of seven kills can't even bear it. What should we do about the old monk's six-pin lotus platform?

On the other side, the stream wind shrank into a faint light slowly stood up and punched out a few fiercely, about to hit out of the cage surrounded by sword spirit. But he suddenly had an extremely dangerous feeling. He didn't have time to think too much about it. He squatted down again and shrank into a faint light.

The source of danger is Hao Chenang.

He stared at the faint light in the remaining sword array, sank his waist, tightened like a bow string, twisted his arms and waved his fist.

Even Hao Chenang needs to accumulate momentum to use his tricks. How powerful should it be?

There was a muffled thunder on the dome, and the surrounding air machine was also shocked by this punch. In an instant, the wind returned to silence, and all the senses and colors were led to this fist. Haochen rushed into the sword array in an instant, and the power of this punch poured out.

The light does not move, resisting hard support.

"Boom-"

One punch down, like a meteorite falling to the ground, flood and destruction.

The whole ground centered on the faint light collapsed, and huge cracks spread around, and even the walls cracked because of it. The sand and soil are in a mess.

The aftershocks are so loud that we can see how tragic the situation of the Wanliu wind that suffered this punch head-on is.

Even if he has a demon soul possession and his cultivation is temporarily upgraded to the height close to the first decline of heaven and man, it will never be better.

Hao Chen gang took a deep breath, endured the pain of tearing in the meridians after the excessive outbreak, forcibly gathered his strength, and punched again.

The punch didn't come out, and he suddenly frowned--

The faint light in the collapsed ground disappeared under his eyes!

"Tuxing?" His heart is awe-inspiring. Wanliufeng actually hid this hand!

It seems that the chief disciple of this evil sect, who was as famous as himself many years ago, will not only be beaten. He deliberately hid this move. Originally, he wanted to deceive Qin Yan with all his strength to exhaust his physical strength!

As the first generation of the evil school, Wan Liufeng's cultivation and mind are not under Hao Chenang. Today should have been the stage for his great power. Unfortunately, his luck seemed to be a little bad. At the beginning, he met Qin Yan, who used his life-giving skills, and he was beaten so hard to fight back. It was not easy to survive, but he didn't expect that Hao Chenang's fist was also so hard, and a heavy hammer made him lose his temper. The originally designed script has been tampered with by these two unreasonable guys...

Hao Chen felt that the breath of the Wanliu wind had gone out from the depths of the ground, and then breathed a relaxed breath.

The punch just now should have seriously injured Wan Liufeng, which also reduced a strong enemy.

However, the war situation on the other side seems to be a little bad!

Yamole lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, proclaimed the Buddha's horn, only listened to the Sanskrit singing, and could not stop echoing in the sea spirit platform: "Let all kinds of people have feelings, and the good roots are not bad..."

The sound of Buddha's mantra is empty and sad, which makes those who hear it unconsciously feel compassion and sorrow, and the fighting spirit is weak. Hearing that the Buddha's curse was getting louder and louder, Cheng Gang did not dare to hide his private life anymore. His burly body rushed out, and nine chains danced together. If the dragon that stirred up the river, it twisted around from eight sides and twisted the six lotus petals.

The nine-ring prison chain is intertwined into a blazing net. Cheng Gang suddenly shrank his chest and abdomen and exhaled: "Drink--"

The roar was like a thunder in the clear sky, shaking the sky and the earth, and the waves were surging and spreading. The violent energy penetrated the mountains and rocks and shook the sky. Cheng Gang's front ground made a crackling sound, and the cobweb-like cracks expanded to four sides. However, the crack spread to the feet of Yemol and stopped. It seems that there is a mountain standing here and can't move forward.