Chapter 406 Don't be afraid of death

In an instant, the two sides play several rounds, which can be said to be equal. However, in fact, it is Xia Houtian who is slightly better. After all, the Ping brothers are two-on-one and proficient in joint attack.

"Brother, this son's ability to adapt to changes can be called a strong enemy in the past!" Pinghai muttered in his heart.

"Ye, you and I must be careful. After all, there are thieves peeping on the side. Don't be careless!" Pingshan judged calmly.

The two brothers are not only proficient in the art of joint attack, but also have the same intention for a long time. Therefore, they can tell each other without words. They can get up and listen to each other!

In the eyes of the Ping brothers, although the cultivation of Li Fang and others around them are also good, the gap in the realm has never been paid attention to. In their eyes is only Xia Houtian, and their fighting spirit is getting higher and higher.

At the same time, Xia Houtian no longer attacked. Just now, under the confrontation, he has found out a little details of the other party. The two are worthy of twin brothers. They are impeccable in cooperation and almost perfect, so that Xia Houtian has no opportunity to take advantage of it.

In the confrontation between the two sides, no one dares to take a step. They are looking for each other's flaws. Maybe it is more appropriate to wait, as if the aftermath of the rest of the battles can't hinder the minds of both sides at all. They stared at each other closely and wait for the fleeting opportunity.

Several eyes are also focused here. One comes from Lu Xian, who supports the Daluo Tianmu, and the other comes from Gu Hong, who is entangled by arrogance.

Gu Hong's distraction didn't seem to give the slightest chance for arrogance. The ice blue was bright, and the gorgeous ice flow like the Milky Way poured down. The hurricane recedes. Even if the black wind flag waved quickly, it was difficult to resist. The originally cold hurricane collapsed thousands of miles down the ice flow, pointing straight to the place of pride.

"Ao Xue Tian Feng!"

Arrogant and did not dare to be careless. The black wind flag turned around, and black airflows circled out one after another, turning into a fierce wind and electricity, sweeping the unprecedented ice flow.

There was no tension on Gu Hong's face. However, the fact is that under the arrogant secret art, the ice flow was blocked and the wind, and the debris separated from the ice flow rolled up to the nine heavens and dissipated in the void.

On Qingyun Mountain, in the Qingyun School, fierce battles broke out everywhere, breaking down the already devastated Qingyun Mountains.

Once a fairyland, where the mountain gate of Qingyun School is located, I'm afraid that after this battle, it will turn into a ruin. Under the sky curtain of Daluo, a group of people in the Yuanying period of the Fairy League no longer take care of it. The great power method is as ordinary as drinking water and eating. One by one, it has accelerated the decline of Qingyun Mountain!

Furious aura, bright red blood, bright brilliance, and the collision of Fajue, like colorful and brilliant fireworks, rising one after another, a roar and shouting, like a beautiful melody, combined with everything, adding a real tragedy.

Boom!

A violent roar came from Xiahou Tian's ear, and the voice was mixed with a trace of determination. A bloody mushroom cloud roared, and the violent aura suddenly swept around. The self-explosion of the late lord of Jiedan, whether in terms of power or scope, it was not inferior to the full blow of the middle of Yuanying.

It is faintly visible that in the center of the bloody mushroom, an unreachable yellow aperture swayed, as if it would be on the verge of breaking under the self-explosion of the mushroom at any time.

Unfortunately, the self-explosion of the immortal practitioner is tightly used as a last resort. The gap in cultivation, coupled with the serious injury of the self-exploser, makes the other party struggle, but also survive.

When Lu Xian saw this, he shook his head slightly. At the beginning of the Qingyun faction, someone chose to self-explode, which is really unimaginable. You know, once the immortals self-explode, his life's efforts will turn into a bubble, even in the afterlife and become impossible. Because at the moment of Jindan's self-explosion, he only exists in the depths consciousness. The mark of life will also be broken, the mark of life will be lost, and reincarnation will also become a luxury.

Perhaps, the self-exploded immortals in the late Jiedan period were closely one of the many elders awakened by the Qingyun School, but his actions infected all the disciples of the Qingyun School. Next, the tragic but tragic epic was magnificently staged. Almost every moment, there were disciples of the Qingyun School for the sake of the sect. He chose to blow himself up and die with the other party.

Although the people in the Fairy League have also experienced a hundred battles, whether it is a Dharma decision or a magic weapon, they are as sharp as this, the frequent self-explosions of the disciples of the Qingyun School also make them a little tired of their lives. After all, the immortals self-exploited, and there is no warning. Maybe the previous moment is still in your fight, and the next moment will turn into a bloody mushroom cloud, bombard However, it can't be prevented.

Gradually, there began to be casualties on the side of the Xianmeng. More than a dozen Jiedan period venerable men of the Qingyun Sect who were beaten by a middle-aged man in Yuanying had no power to fight back. A long black knife was like a chain of death. They wanted to pull more than a dozen elders of the Qingyun Sect into reincarnation. The powerful pulling force made them have to do their best. Against each other, dozens of dazzling magic weapons came out of the front and turned into a barrier to fight against the black long knife.

The middle-aged man seemed to be interested, and there was a little fanaticism on his face. The magic long knife waved several times, and the brilliance of dozens of magic weapons was dim and almost collapsed. The cracks on them were clearly visible. Some elders even kept spewing red blood in their mouths, which could persist.

"The light of rice grains also dares to compete for glory in the bright moon! Humph! If you don't measure yourself, let me show you the tricks of my knife king!" The middle-aged man seemed to be enraged. In his opinion, he was forced to take it by the other party. Proudly, he immediately decided to cut the other party with a knife.

Song Hua, the king of knives - Song Hua, Zeng Jing's elder of the Crazy Knife Gate, suddenly disappeared a hundred years ago. Unexpectedly, he also joined the Fairy League. A hundred years of refinement has gradually stepped into the realm of heavenly knives. The art of combining human knives is more sharp, and there is a momentum of breaking the sky.

At the top of Song Hua's head, a dazzling beam of light rushed straight to the sky, as if it were connected to heaven and earth. The aura around him seemed to be forcibly deprived and gathered quickly. In front of Song Hua, a simple and unpretentious light knife slowly condensed, and a faint murderous atmosphere permeated.

More than a dozen Qingyun sent Zhang to communicate slightly. Their eyes were full of shock, and the aura around them seemed to be out of control.

The change of Song Hua does not seem to have stopped. With it as the center, the four directions suddenly appeared five light knives of different colors, suspended in mid-air, as if they had surrounded more than a dozen Qingyun school elders.

Then, a little fierceness flashed in Songhua's eyes, and the murder was fleeting, replaced by a meaningful smile.

"Hahaha, you are lucky enough to die in my knife field, which is also a comfort for my life. I have always thought that no one in the immortal world can make me use the knife field, which is a pity in my life. Unexpectedly, I got what I wanted in Qingyunpai. Come on, fast, fast!" Song Hua shouted arrogantly.

"Damn it, thief, Ann dares to be so arrogant. Is it possible to bully me that my cultivation is not enough!" One of the elders of the Qingyun Sect shouted angrily, as if he was in a hurry, and the magic weapon offered made a trill.

"What about it? A group of juniors in the Jiedan period also dare to try to compete with me, Song Hua. Do you really think that the name of the king of knives is a false failure? Today, I will wait for you to be bright red and tell everyone that Songhua, the king of knives, has never changed!"

"Come on!"

With a loud shout from Song Hua, the five-handled light knives emitted a strong light, gradually covering the surroundings. In an instant, the light passed away, and a handle seemed to be a pocket version of the light knife appeared one after another, surrounding more than a dozen Qingyun elders, and the knife spirit was overflowing, just like in the 18 layers of hell, with death without life.

"Knives Kyushu!"

A pocket-sized version of the light knife, under the control of Song Hua, slowly gathered in a place and submerged in front of it. The brilliance of the light knife became more and more dazzling, like bright stars, hanging in the air.

Song Hua suddenly stretched out his hands and held the light knife tightly. His breath kept rising all over his body. Zhenyuan bulged and overflowed, and a gust of wind rolled up flatly.

After finishing everything, Song Hua seemed to be very difficult. His originally flabby face also tightened in an instant. A drop of sweat flowed down his cheeks and fell on the light knife, making a crisp sound.

"Dead!"

Strong murderous intent, with an unprecedented light knife, as if Song Hua suddenly disappeared in an instant, and there was only a simple light knife left in everyone's eyes, as if it was gently waved and fell to the top of everyone's head.

They wanted to avoid it, but they didn't know when their legs were out of control. They seemed to be imprisoned and couldn't move. They could only watch the light knife add to their bodies and wait for death to approach.

"Damn, thief, don't think about it!" More than a dozen Qingyun sent Zhang Laizhong, a middle-aged man with a shirtless upper body and a patterned shorts around his waist, shouted angrily.

Then, a sense of determination continued to rise, causing the elders around to keep shouting, "No, no!"

The middle-aged man not only flashed his life in his mind. When he was a child, he was led by a master and stepped into the Qingyun school. After a hundred years of hard work, he finally achieved the golden elixir. Unfortunately, he still had insufficient luck and could not break the elixir to become a baby. He felt that he had little life expectancy. He had no choice but to sit down and wait for the opportunity.

The efforts to cultivate immortals, the joy of success, the teacher's teaching, and the ownership of the Qingyun School seemed to go straight into his heart for a moment, and his face slowly exuded a trace of calmness and relief.

"One day of green clouds, lifetime of green clouds, master, I'm coming to you!"

The middle-aged man, with his own sacrifice, brought everyone a chance to breathe. Everyone seized the opportunity and instantly got rid of Songhua's imprisonment. However, they felt a sense of powerlessness, the powerlessness between the venerable person of the Jiedan period and the superior in the Yuanying period.

"Guys, Mr. Fang has gone first! Hahaha! Thief, Fang is coming!"

Then, under Song Hua's doubtful eyes, an ant of the Qingyun faction exploded. Although he felt a trace of discomfort, he couldn't hide his inner shock. For a moment, he forgot to attack.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to have found the only way to win. One after another, the elders died generously, just to smooth the road to victory with their self-exploding bodies.

When the seven elders blew themselves up, Song Hua suddenly felt a trace of danger of death. Just as he wanted to reorganize the knife field and kill the other party, several dazzling light balls suddenly rose in his eyes.

"It's not good!" Song Hua shouted, but it was too late, so he had to lift up his whole body, as if it were his body. It's a pity...

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At the last moment, the remaining elders made a desperate turn of the golden elixir, turned into the golden elixir, and instantly approached Song Hua, and instantly detonated it with the momentum of encirclement.

Before self-exploding, they shouted with one voice, "One day of Qingyun, lifelong Qingyun, hahaha!"

After the laughter, a bloody mushroom suddenly rose. Song Hua, in the deep center, was crushed by the violent aura, and didn't even leave the last word.

The lingering power dispersed, leaving only a broken black blade in place, as if talking about something.

With such a loud noise, it naturally fell into everyone's eyes. There were finally casualties on the side of the fairy alliance, which may continue.

More than a dozen elders died with Song Hua, as if the rest of the Qingyun School disciples were inspired. They did not care about the defense and attacked with all their strength. Once the other party took advantage of the attack, they would explode the golden elixir and die with them.

Although the upper person in the Yuanying period has a deep cultivation, he can't stand the frequent self-explosion of immortals in the Jiedan period, and gradually began to be careful.

The Ping brothers, looking at Li Fang and others wandering around, are also worried about the re-eplay of Song Hua. They also look forward and backward. Many times, even Xia Houtian showed flaws and did not dare to advance.

Seeing this, Li Fang and others no longer responded from the sidelines and quickly joined the battle group. With the advantage of the number of people and the way of fighting for life, they gradually made the Ping brothers tired of coping, and secretly cried bitterly in their hearts.