Chapter 648 Burial Array 8

Seeing Qin Yan swinging his right arm again, the halberd pointed forward and roared, "Sword up--"

People suddenly feel that the power of competing with themselves for weapons has become extremely huge, causing their whole arms to tremble. Those with weak cultivation such as Xiaozhu and Bailang were dragged forward.

Qin Yan borrowed his sword but did not respond, and he couldn't help but be furious. If it hadn't been for holding a mouthful of Zhenyuan, I almost couldn't help cursing. He never takes weapons seriously. Of course, he doesn't understand these people's persistence with swords. What's more, no one knows what he is going to do. Twenty swords against the enemy? No one will do this except a madman!

The dwarf not far away woke up from his muddle and recognized the great enemy who knocked him unconscious. His eyes immediately turned red and strangely rushed at him.

Qin Yan snorted coldly and gently poked out his left hand to stop the claws waved by the dwarf. At this time, his spiritual power was all over the void, and he felt the surrounding air machines clearly. He grabbed the dwarf's arm, sent it lightly, and sent the other party's impulse back.

The dwarf had a strange power. When he was pulled by his left hand, he felt that his body was disobedient. His feet involuntarily left the ground and fell to Wanliufeng, Bi Xuan and others like clouds.

At this time, Yu Hanyan had already reacted. The first one to let go of his hand and let the broken sword in his palm be absorbed by Qin Yan. At the same time, he shouted for him, "Let go!"

In addition to singing, people let go one after another.

Broken sword, Tianlong sword, dusk sword, Qingming sword, white frost sword, smoke cloud sword, bamboo wood sword, green dagger... More than ten divine soldiers are arranged above Qin Yan's head, and the air is bright, all of which are crystal bright swords, emitting a beautiful and dangerous halo in the depths of this dark underground.

People who let go couldn't help but be a little stunned when they saw their weapons merged into the brilliant sword spirit.

"What does he want to do? It seems that you haven't heard of anyone who can use more than a dozen swords to fight against the enemy at the same time, right?

"Is it necessary to throw so many swords at the opposite side?"

Yu Hanyan looked at the sword spirit and figure in front of him, and his eyes were shining, muttering, "Master, you should really come to see him..."

At this time, Wan Liufeng had just catch the dwarf who hit him with cleverness. As soon as he looked up and saw such a victory that did not belong to the mortal world, he was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and his face changed greatly: "Not good... retreat quickly!"

However, it was too late, and the sword array hanging in mid-air flew down, as fast as electricity. Bi Xuan held up the thunder shield, and the middle-aged swordsman crossed the peach blossom branch. The short dwarf had just stood firm. Only the Taoist priest who could not cast the spell looked up desperately. In his dying and desperate pupils, the scene of sword gas was solidified into the final image.

The cold front burst, and the shadow flew down the sword spirit, and the five evil people were buried in the earth-shaking ice light and sword shadow.

Wan Liufeng took a step forward, and the shadow of the demon soul behind him also took a big step. The two merged into one, as if they were wearing a black armor full of thorns, and did not avoid facing the falling sword rain.

It's like a demon god, a meteorite rain before the end of the world.

His body seemed to become extremely large in an instant. He stood upright, and the shadow under his feet also grew rapidly, making the ground fall into darkness, which was separated from the ice light from the sky.

This is his method of swallowing heaven and earth and looking at everything like an ant. The road is one foot high, and the devil is one foot high!

"The secret of swallowing the sky at the end of the world!" Someone exclaimed.

The first three swords of Broken Shang, Tianlong and Dusk crashed into the deep darkness, and were immediately absorbed by the darkness and lost its sharpness. Then the three swords followed, and the dark mud could not contain so much sharpness, like the haze night was cut open by the thunder, and the dark spots were broken like pieces of cloth. Two swords came one after another, and the Wanliu wind spell was broken. He could only block it in front of him with his arms and gritted his teeth to support the wave of attacks.

He blocked the eight swords alone, which can be called proud of the heroes. But seven other unknown swords passed over his head and swept the four people behind him with the swaying taillight.

Bi Xuan's thunder shield resisted a sword. The middle-aged swordsman picked two handles with a peach blossom branch, and the dwarf was knocked to the ground by a bamboo sword. The remaining three handles attacked the Taoist priest who pinched the seal.

The Taoist priest recited and cast spells silently, replacing the real body with a straw puppet. He rolled on the ground and wanted to retreat into the darkness. However, Qin Yan has been staring at him for a long time. At the moment when his figure suddenly moved, Qin Yan, who was pulled by his air, found this flaw. Three long swords fell down and pierced from the back, tearing a scene of blood rain.

The Taoist priest is still not dead, leaving only half of his body, still howling and climbing to the rear desperately. The sharp light flashed in Qin Yan's pupil, and three long swords cut down from three different directions: front, top and right, cutting the remaining body of the Taoist priest into six pieces, rolled down, and finally stopped moving.

"I heard that your evil people are good at fucking corpse control puppets. I don't know if they can still be put together and used after they are cut into seven parts?" Qin Yan's sneer spread faintly in the dead space.

Wan Liufeng, who seemed to have consumed most of his physical strength, pushed away two swords, raised his head and hummed, "You will know right away!" The figure flashed and crashed straight into Qin Yan's body.

Qin Yan's eyes suddenly tightened. With a hook, fifteen swords bounced from the ground and reflected back like arrows, chasing the figure of the wind like the moon. But the speed of Wanliufeng's sprint was so fast that his figure couldn't help expanding in Qin Yan's eyes and came to him in an instant. The swords behind can't catch up anyway.

"Bum!"

Qin Yan raised his arms, staggered in front of his chest, and was hit by a heavy hammer by Wan Liufeng. His body rose from the ground with this force, floated and then retreated.

The wind caught up, and one move was as fast as one move, forcing him to concentrate on the fight. This distraction, the manipulation of the fifteen swords was much weaker, and he only let them shoot this way.

After this round of fierce rush/collision, there is little time left to maintain the life-sacrifuge. If Qin Yan wants to produce the greatest results with imperial weapons, he has to temporarily avoid the edge of the wind and use soft moves to deal with him.

Fifteen swords finally arrived. Qin Yan leaned down and jumped into the cold sword light. The imperial art was played to the extreme again. The fifteen swords made a clear sound at the same time. Under the resonance of the sword spirit, the cold light was even more vigorous, and the nearby air had begun to condense frost flowers.

Wan Liufeng knew that the momentum was not good, so he buried his head and ran away. Suddenly, his eyes flashed, but Haochen suddenly came and hit his heavenly court with a dignified palm. The power of the Dongxuanjing should not be underestimated. The wind hurriedly blocked it, and the whole body froze in place for a moment. Haochen's success retreated, and when Wanliufeng looked back, there was already a frost and cold sword rain pouring down in front of him.