Chapter 61 The Power of Long Arrow

"Brother Qingyun, I heard that you were trapped in the battle with Buddhist practitioners and were about to be refined. Brother Zong and I came to save you. Is it possible that you don't have a trace of gratitude!" Duanmu Feng's body method was fast to the extreme and appeared in front of Mu Qingyun in an instant, happy.

Mu Qingyun's French clothes covered his body, his sword eyebrows were clear, and he was about 30 years old. He carried his hands on his back, like a peerless sword, and his eyes were full of indomitable colors. He glanced at Duan Mufeng, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Damn, take advantage of the fire!

Mu Qingyun, Duan Mufeng, Zong Ze, Mo Tong and Xiao Li are both the masters of the barren mountains. Although there is a struggle, their self-confidence is also good.

"Rebellious disciple!" Mu Qingyun endured the pain of digging his heart and did not look at the slaughtered Qingyunzong people. They were like fairy swords, full of momentum, and looked at Wan Guiyi.

Wanguiyi's hand was a simple and unpretentious stone sword, and the eagle's eye burst into a cold light. He said, "Mu Qingyun, it's useless for you to be trapped by the demon array. I named it all, and I belong to one. All the laws in the world are only used by me. What's surprising if there are Buddhist magical power!" At this time, Wan Guiyi does have the posture of a hero. , still light, as if standing in front of him is not the well-known Qingyun patriarch, but an ordinary immortal.

"Okay, very good, worthy of being a disciple of Mu Qingyunzi!" Mu Qingyun smiled angrily, sw, pinched the sword finger, waved gently, and the sword spirit shot violently, several feet long, covering down.

Wan Guiyi is like an eagle rushing to the sky, with a long roar, and his short sword in his hand is full of evil curse. He laughed and said, "Mu Qingyun, if you have this ability, you will die!" Although this man is thin-minded, he has real talent and learning, and he is an immortal talent.

Mu Qingyun was too lazy to talk. His sword spirit was like crazy, as vast as the sea, and he was overwhelmed by one.

"Unfortunate, there is still no breakthrough!" Duan Mufeng stood in front of Qin Hao and sighed. The later the immortals were, the more difficult it was to break through. It was the most common to stay in a realm for hundreds of years. Even Mu Qingyun took 100 years to get out of his body from the middle to the late stage of the body.

Although the realm of Duanmufeng and Zongze is lower than that of Mu Qingyun, if you really fight, Mu Qingyun is not an opponent. This is not a matter of realm, but different cultivation directions and different combat effectiveness.

Amifford, the donor has a fierce spirit. In the future, it will definitely be a scourge in the immortal world. It's better to put down the butcher's knife early and convert to my Buddha!

Qin Hao was stunned. This was the bald donkey. Looking back, it turned out to be fifteen Buddhist practitioners who fell into the magic array, and the other three were probably killed.

"Ami TOEFL, several people's faces are full of peach blossoms, * blooming, or quickly return to vulgarity, give birth to a noble son early, it's not easy for parents to give birth to you, think about holding grandchildren, hey, unfortunately, you unfilial sons, looking at you have lived for hundreds of years, your parents may have turned into loess, get out quickly, it's disgusting!"

Qin Hao turned around and read a sentence devoutly, which made several Buddhist practitioners very relieved, but in the following words, the angry people's golden faces turned red, like monkey buttocks.

Duan Mufeng snorted coldly, and these sanctimonous guys just need to be beaten.

"Lord, you have fallen into 18 layers of hell. Only by following my Buddha can you be free!" One of them is seven feet tall, with a bright body, such as gold plating, wearing a golden vest, half of his shoulders exposed, holding a string of simple rosary beads, upright eyebrows, big mouthful lion basin, and fierce eyes.

sou sou......

The jade rabbit cat rushed to Qin Hao and said, "The harvest is good. I dug the spiritual vein and robbed the treasure house!"

Qin Hao praised, "You did a good job. Go back and pass on your Leifa!" Before attacking, let the two little guys grab things, especially the spiritual vein under Qingyun Mountain, which must be dug away.

"Oh, the blood of the ancient fierce beast!" The eyes of the Buddhist practitioner holding the rosary shine, the look, the solemnity of the Buddhist practitioner, and the whole world is greedy for money.

Qin Hao sneered from the bottom of his heart. Today, he decided to suppress these guys, but he played first. All the monks above the Jindan period of Qingyunzong were destroyed, and the remaining small miscellaneous fish were left to the rest to clean up. Zong Ze and others surrounded them. The meaning was obvious. Don't leave when they came.

At this time, Mu Qingyun sacrificed a huge blue sword and cut it down angrily. This sword has the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, the green light grazing freely, and the momentum of blocking the blazing sun.

Once returned, he roared like a fierce eagle, and a faint golden light appeared on his body. He held his broken sword high, like an evil creature crawling out of the abyss, which made people sink and lost their own breath, turned into a stone sword and met him.

"It's incredible that the smell of evil curse is derived!" Qin Hao's pupils were locked and he became vigilant. If he wanted to say that he knew the power of the evil curse, the five people present could compare and master this power, which was enough to challenge.

Peng!

Two huge swords hit, and the strength swept the sky. The mountains split open, the lake rose, and the water was rough.

"The destructive power of monks is so amazing that if they are put in a world war, a city of millions of people will be buried!" Qin Hao's heart is touched. No wonder the monks are all high-ranking. With such combat power, it should be said that the destructive power is not high, but the level is too profound.

Wang Gui's face was pale, his mouth was bleeding, like a meteorite, and he hit the ground.

But Qin Hao didn't think that if he would be defeated, this guy still had a shocking bow in his hand.

Sure enough, Wan Guiyi's eyes are gloomy and cold, holding a bronze color, ancient bow, and a long arrow wrapped in bright red blood, emitting an invincible atmosphere.

"Mu Qingyun, go to hell!" Wan Guiyi roared and ran infinite divine power, shooting mysterious blood arrows.

It's not good!

Mu Qingyun was shocked. The arrow locked him and felt unable to move. His soul was throbbing, and death came. This was the first time he faced the breath of death so close.

"Ganghuang Qingyun, support me and kill demons!"

Mu Qingyun absorbed the clouds of the sky and supported his body. A set of cyan spiritual armor appeared on his body, such as a bronze warrior, holding a huge cyan sword in his hand and split it angrily.

The blood-dropping long arrow did not have a shocking prestige, nor did it cause a vision of heaven and earth. It was even a little slow and shot on the Qingyun sword.

In everyone's surprised eyes, the cyan sword shattered like porcelain, and the long arrow still shot at Mu Qingyun's chest.

No!

Mu Qingyun roared in horror, and a golden light flew out of his head, dripping blood and long arrows penetrated the body, and then shot into the endless void.

"Go there!" Qin Hao's back floated golden wings, like the ancient golden-winged roc, and caught up.

"Hurry up and grab it!" Fifteen Buddhist practitioners reacted and stepped on the magic weapon and rushed up.

The blood-dropping arrow seemed to be very slow, but it was like a streamer, as if shuttled through the deep space. Qin Hao tried his best to catch up. His hand was about to catch him, but the long arrow turned the arrow and shot at Qin Hao's chest.

Paralyzed, Wan Guiyi's grandson!

Although he is immortal, Qin Hao can't guarantee that he will survive by this arrow.

Cuppress!

Qin Hao sacrificed the stone tablet and blocked it in front of his chest. There was a dull and loud noise, like a copper bell, which made everyone's hearts shocked, and the blood arrows were blocked by the stone tablet and could not move forward.

In case, he wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, cursed, and controlled the long arrow and was about to leave.

But it was late. The stone tablet went down in the air and suppressed the blood-dropping sword below and could not move. Qin Hao even penetrated into the arrow with his spirit, intending to control it.

The long arrow was sacrificed by Wan Guiyi, and Qin Hao's spiritual power penetrated and resisted it. Qin Hao sneered disdain, and his spiritual power was like a huge wave, like breaking the thin film, smashing it, and entering it.

endless, hazy, silent and silent, like a dying space.

Qin Hao's spiritual power swept around like a frenzy. In the center, he found a four-inch-long diamond-shaped stone suspended in the air.

Needless to say, this is the core of the blood arrow. Qin Hao's reckless invasion will erase the mark left by Wan Guiyi.

"Lord, put down the butcher's knife and convert to my Buddha!" A King Kong roared, and the Buddhist practitioners who had opened their mouths before threw out of their hands. Eighteen rosary beads suddenly enlarged, all of which were like a plate of heaven and earth, blooming with endless golden light and covering Qin Hao's head.

"Relith!" Qin Hao Yilin, this is a rosary made from 18 relics.

"Since you're here, stay!" Qin Hao carried the sword, and his mental strength soared by three points, erasing the mark left by Wan Guiyi. When the rosary fell to the top of his head, the sword stabbed into the center and waved it gently.

The space trembled, the rosary broke, and even several of them were broken. Qin Hao waved his hand, and the wind swept the rosary into the storage bracelet.

"Evil!" The Buddhists roared, with the power of King Kong, and the momentum were endless, and they besieged Qin Hao.

Qin Hao's murderous attack broke out. He stood on the stone tablet, holding a sword in his right hand, pinched a long blood arrow in his left hand, looked around the crowd, and said disdainfully, "I won't be afraid if you besiege together!"

"Take down the demon of the tablet clan, put down the magic weapon in your hand and give it to my Kuzen Temple for safekeeping, which will spare your life!" The rosary was destroyed, and although his heart was dripping blood, he was aggressive and vowed to take down Qin Hao, and even seize everything Qin Hao had.

Who called them to be the Kuzen Temple? When it comes to the Kuzen Temple, the monk of Yiyue Bingzhou does not know it, and he is not afraid.

Duanmu Fengzongze of "Kuzhan Temple" frowned. Obviously, Kuzen Temple has a great reputation and strong strength, which makes them afraid.

"Haha, that's ridiculous!" Qin Hao raised the divine soldier and laughed, "In ancient times, my emperor conquered the world. The world of Hongmeng belongs to my clan. You, a small bitter temple, also dares to speak wildly and seek death!"

The stone tablet is placed, like a mountain peak, supporting heaven and earth, connecting the underworld and the fairyland. At this moment, only the stone tablet is the most dazzling, and only the stone tablet is eternal!

Qin Hao carried his hands, looked up at the void, and roared in the bottom of his heart. From today on, the emperors will conquer the heavens and worlds, whether you are gods or immortals!

Suppression!

The stone tablet exudes the power of vastness and imprisoning the world, and falls from the sky to the top of fifteen Buddhist practitioners with an unparalleled and domineering posture.

Looking up, the sky is dark, the sun is no longer, and the power of confinement is so full that it can't move. At this moment, it is the music of death and the sad song of the gods. Only the horn of the emperor's will never give in, roaring in the sky.