Chapter 649 Burial Array 9

The sword is like a rainstorm, and the sound of lightning is like thunder. The magic shadow trapped in the middle collided on all sides and dodged among the countless swords under the sky.

Qin Yan's imperial weapon is supplemented by sword gas. The condensed sword formula is different from the world's ten thousand arrows, but arranged into an exquisite sword array, which firmly locks the enemy in a narrow space, with twelve directions around the body, without any void. Any sword has the power of a master-level swordsman to shoot with all his strength.

The sword spirit accumulates more and more, and it is dense, sealing all the way out. Wanliufeng had nowhere to hide and suddenly made an unexpected move from Qin Yan--

He held his head and squatted down!

This helpless posture like a helpless girl when she was bullied made Qin Yan feel a great sense of absurdity, but he soon found that this move was not so simple.

After Wan Liufeng hugged his head and squatted down, his magic shadow armor around him also shrank into a ball, and his whole body turned into a short round ball, but the dark shadow covering it became deeper and deeper. Qingming Sword, Broken Sword and other divine soldiers cut up and splashed a large string of Mars, as if they had cut on the meteorite iron outside the sky.

In this case, if one sword and two swords are not enough, then more swords are useless. This seemingly awkward and ridiculous move made Qin Yan helpless for a moment.

"Brother Qin!" Ge Xinglie said in a low voice, "If one sword doesn't work, then there will be a thousand swords and ten thousand swords!"

Qin Yan didn't say anything and didn't bother to pay attention to him. Damn it! Do you think I'm as stupid as you?'

He flicked his finger, and fifteen swords slowly rose into the air. The sound of swords came one after another, resonating with a strange rhythm. Seeing that Wan Liufeng could not come out of the dense sword for a while, his heart suddenly moved.

It's better to take a cruel note than to cut ten thousand swords in vain!

He raised his head and shouted, "Jing!"

With a pinch of the sword formula with his backhand, fifteen swords made a crisp cry, which were stitched together and gathered into a giant ice crystal sword nearly ten meters long in midair. Sensen's murderous spirit came out from it, which was more than ten times stronger than before.

Qin Yan clenched his five fingers, as if an invisible giant held the exaggerated sword and fiercely split the black shadow in the sword array.

"Hey, go reincarnation!"

After a fierce shout, the wind blocked in the sword array seemed to feel death, and the dark light trembled slightly.

Qin Yan held his head high, his eyelids suddenly jumped, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

All the sounds disappeared, the dust and ice flowers no longer fluttered, and time seemed to solidify.

He seemed to fall into a still picture and couldn't move at all. Even the huge sword he cut down was still in the air. On the crystal sword surface, it seemed that there was a sudden burst of light.

It feels very bad, and he doesn't like it very much.

In the past, when fighting fiercely with people, the world was quiet, and only he could move. However, at this moment, he has also become * in other people's actions, and his strength to breastfeed can only turn half his head.

'What is this... It feels so hot...'

There seemed to be a burning sun above the head, and the light swept over from the end of the vision and swallowed everything.

is empty, and there is only one color left in the world in an instant.

'It turns out that anything that is pure to the extreme can be frightening, even the light...' Qin Yan's last thought flashed in his mind, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Little--" At this time, Hao Chen's reminder was only halfway through, and Qin Yan had no chance to hear it, "--heart!"

The long suffering Qin Yan experienced was only a short moment in the eyes of others.

The previous moment, he was going to give Wan Liufeng a final blow with his sword, but in less than a blink of an eye, the situation changed in a moment, and a beam of light suddenly fell from the sky. In the midst of people's dumbfounded, they devoured his body in an instant.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the light dissipated, and everyone regained their vision again.

Looking intently, Qin Yan's original foothold was only a bottomless pit. A monk in a big red monk's robe stood by the pit, took off the hat on his head and saluted with one hand with a smile.

There is a bright Buddha's name like a yellow bell in the air: "Nan Wu, the bright light shines on the Buddha!"

"Chengling dang..." The huge sword hanging in mid-air lost its spiritual control and dispersed into fifteen small swords.

The two demons have never come to mind. In an instant, the victory turned into a dead end, and the twists and turns made people fall into a dream.

"Yamole--" shouted harshly, and the jade smoke came out of the crowd, and his body was like a moon, more like a white lotus blooming, but there was a cold atmosphere of war killing, shooting at the red-robed monks like an arrow.

The broken sword that fell into the soil sounded, bounced up and fell into her hand. The sword was as gorgeous as the moon, and instantly stabbed in front of the old monk's face.

The dazzling light followed a line of cold, and the line of cold condensed a little bit, and the sharpness pointed to the middle of the eyebrows between Yemole's eyes.

Jemor turned the Buddha beads, handed out his left index finger, and met the sharpness lightly.

The "Near the World" displayed by that dark finger can dissipate the fighting spirit of all swordsmen in the world in an abyss-like gap. Without the realm of Prajna, you will never be able to cross this thunder pool.

One finger is enough to cut off the river and the sea.

However, the old monk suddenly frowned, and Baoxiang's solemn face showed a trace of surprise.

"Heavenly man?"

The sword spirit is coming, the chill is penece, and the monk's robe is blown by the sound of the storm held by the sword light.

A finger across the mountain and the sea, tens of thousands of waves disappeared in an instant, and the moonlight was swallowed up by the underworld. Only that dim sword light still stabbed the old monk's eyebrows unyieldingly after breaking through thousands of obstacles.

Yamole's eyelids jumped, turned sideways and let Yu Hanyan continue to move, and turned back. At this time, he found that there was no place to hide. The edge suddenly spread out, flying all over the sky, and suddenly filled every inch of space nearby. The time seemed to be a little stagnant in Haoran's sword spirit. The old monk floated in the light of the sword and then retreated, and the red monk's robe was cut to pieces by the sword spirit in a blink of an eye.

After jumping two feet away, when the monk saw that he could not escape the sword spirit, he threw out the Buddha beads in his hand, put his hands together, and recited the truth: "Nan Wushan Silent Moon Sound King Buddha!"

"Rumble——"

Buddha beads broke away from his palm and kept getting bigger in mid-air. In the blink of an eye, he had blocked the sky and the earth and cut off his vision. The sun shines like the sun, shining brightly on the earth, coating everyone's faces with a layer of gold. A string of Buddha beads turned into several round golden mountains and rolled down to the top of the jade cold cigarette head.

Yu Hanyan's face was expressionless, and the long sword was raised. The halo shadow of the sword like smoke and fog was rendered, blocking most of the golden light of the Buddha statue. Then, the sparkling sword spirit pierced into the golden Buddha's light.

"Scanium--" The violent breath on the sword flows crazily, and the moon splits the mountains. Thousands of huge waves engulfed a large area of Buddha's light in an instant.