Chapter 647 Burial Array 7

The sword is full of a violent atmosphere, carrying the idea of killing and destruction from the ancient flood, which makes all life tremble sincerely.

Qin Yan dared not let the sword drink blood again. He held the sword in his left hand, smashed a ghost head that had just emerged from the soil, and asked, "Where is the next pillar?"

"Gunshan, eighty feet, two feet five inches, seventy-three feet two feet and one inch high!"

"Good! Let's talk about the rest together!"

While Qin Yan spoke, with his right hand halberd finger, the autumn dew on the leaves turned into a faint light and pierced a hundred feet of soil layer in the blink of an eye. He came to the pillar of the eight disasters and buried in front of the world array. He cut it with a sword, and the vegetation and rocks on the ground for ten miles turned into powder.

"Gunshan, ninety-nine feet, six feet and seven inches, ninety-three feet five feet and three inches high!"

"Qiantian, one hundred and thirteen feet per inch, one hundred and two feet six feet two inches high!"

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In just two breaths, the 21 pillars of the eight disasters were destroyed, and the dark runes in the secret road under the ground disappeared.

The heavy burden on people was finally removed, spit out turbid air one after another, and recovered.

Qin Yan also put down his heart and was about to take back the flying sword in his eyes. Suddenly, a cloud flashed in his heart, and his chest seemed to be stuffed with dirty and dirty things, which was stuffy and stuffy. This feeling flashed and quickly disappeared, but in an instant, he found that he had lost his sense of Ye Shangqiulu!

This surprised him so much that he could hardly control himself.

Who made the magic power to cut off his imperial skills and robbed Ye Shangqiulu?

Or after the demon sword devoured the core of the eight disasters and buried the world, the magic increased again and the owner defected?

If the latter is okay, if it belongs to the former, it means that a new strong enemy has appeared. That's really bad news!

"Brother, what's the matter?" Yu Hanyan looked at him and asked in a low voice.

"It's just an illusion." Qin Yan shook his head and didn't want to worry her. Even if a new enemy appears, it will be carried by itself. Anyway, the worst result is that two people die together.

Yu Hanyan stared at him, with clear eyes and a slight smile: "Do you think my family can't help, so you deliberately hide it? My family has no other wishes. He just wants to die clearly and don't be a fool..."

"No, I'm really going to die. I'll elaborate with you on Huangquan Road."

Yu Hanyan bit his lip and his eyes were bright: "You still won't say it?"

"I said." Qin Yan looked at her and soon lost the battle.

People took a break, regained some strength, and speculated whether the evil people had been shocked. Just now, Qin Yan's sword destruction array is really a fairy method, which is not far from the legendary sword fairy who takes thousands of miles of people's heads. If the evil faction's tricks don't work, they should have been completely dispersed.

Qin Yan never relaxed his vigilance for a moment. He couldn't feel the breath of Wan Liufeng and others, but he didn't dare to assert that they had left. I remember that there is something called "the pearl of all sentient beings" in the Taoist priest's hand, which can hide it from the ears of heaven and man.

There is not much time left to maintain the life formula, and gradually the spiritual power in the body will be burned out. However, since Qin Yan reached the realm of heaven and man, through communication with heaven and earth, he has a deeper understanding of power and Taoism, and has also mastered some mysteries of life-saving secrets. He now knows how to maintain the seemingly life-threatening fire in a balanced and vigorous stage, supplemented by the aura of heaven and earth, so that it will not stop in just a quarter of an hour.

But maintaining this state requires the cost of consuming physical potential, and it also has its own limits. If Wanliufeng doesn't show up for a long time, Qin Yan will eventually get out of this state.

Lu Xiaoxiang began to complain about the ghostly place and shouted to go out quickly. Liu Wanyun stabilized the injuries of Mu Chengxue and Lin Muyao with secret skills. The two women could barely walk with help, and people were in favor of leaving immediately.

"What about this guy?" Xinxian pointed to the unconscious short and thin dwarf on the ground and asked.

Cheng Gang smiled coldly: "Cut off your limbs, take them back to the door to force him to spit out cultivation secrets, and then slowly torture!" He was beaten weakly by such a dwarf, and his heart had long breathed a sigh of anger.

Ge Xinglie agreed: "Good idea."

He stepped in front of the dwarf and cut off his arm with Ziyan.

At this time, I suddenly saw a dazzling light in my eyes, and a thunderbolt swept over, accompanied by Bi Xuan's strange voice: "Guys down and do it slowly. This man can't be killed--"

Ge Xinglie narrowed his eyes, and the sword in his hand fell unabated, slashing fiercely on the dwarf's right shoulder. Hao Chenguang also took a step forward at this time, with a milky light shining in his palm, blocking the power of the thunder.

In the crackling sound of thunder, there was a sonorous sound.

The song bowed his head in terrification, but this sword returned in no success!

You should know that his sword strength is enough to chop the protective spirit of Master Tianyuan, and he can sell gold and jade, which is unmatched. But on the right shoulder of the dwarf, there is only a shallow black mark, which can't even be called skin trauma.

Isn't this guy a real King Kong?

The song did not believe in evil, and another sword stabbed out. He has exerted a lot of strength with this sword, and the blade points to the three-inch hidden place under the navel of the dwarf. Even if ordinary people practice external protection, it is very fragile here, and nine out of ten is where the door is located.

"Ding!" The fierce sword spirit flashed, and the cloth was broken, but there was still only a black mark on the dwarf's body, and even a layer of skin was not cut.

Many women present saw ugly things that they should not have seen, and their faces turned red. They quickly looked away.

The dwarf's body ** seemed to be about to wake up.

"No, retreat!" Haochen shouted.

Ge Xinglie's heart had a warning sign and erected the Ziyan sword, blocking the dwarf's knee kick from the bottom up. His body was shaken by the huge force and retreated two steps and gasped--

There is such a terrible power hidden in this ugly and short body!

Of course, his cultivation is not irresistible, but more accidental. However, several figures that appeared next made him feel unique. He couldn't help but take two steps back and stand side by side with Qin Yan and Hao Chengan to resist the intertwined domineering and murderous spirit of the other party.

Bi Xuan strode with his hands and looked around at everyone. His demonic face was cold and said awe-inspiringly:

"I have said, don't do anything to this person. He is dry and thick-skinned, and his temper is not very good. He goes crazy, but his six relatives don't recognize him. Why don't you juniors listen to advice?"

Wan Liufeng followed his side, looking at Qin Yan, whose blue light was still unscattered, and his face was puzzled: "Brother Qin, I heard that your life-sacrifice can only maintain a fragrance at most. It should have been dispersed long ago, but how can you..."

"There's too much nonsense! Death!" Qin Yan finally waited for these shrinking turtles to show up. How could he tolerate the flow of wind to continue? He took a step forward and picked up the Qingming sword on the ground. He was about to wave his sword to attack, but he caught a glimpse of the curved peach blossom branches in the middle-aged swordsman's hand, and ghostly recalled the road of the sword of Gu Xuefeng, the master of the underground palace. Suddenly, an unparalleled sword spirit appeared in his chest, which surged in his throat and did not spit out.

All thoughts turned into an idea. His right arm shook, and the Qingming sword pointed to the dome and shouted loudly, "Guys, borrow your sword!"

Before the people behind him understood what his word "borrowed the sword" was, they found that the weapon in his hand was pulled by an invisible force and wanted to fly away.

'What's going on? Doesn't he have a sword in his hand?'

People in the world regarded weapons as life, and instinctively did not want to let go before they understood the reason.