Chapter 125 The Great Seal of Taikoo

"Hum~~"

Zhuge Buliang's palm was crystal clear. He reached out and grabbed the golden edge. The sword buzzed, and the golden sword light actually collapsed in Zhuge Buliang's hand.

"Hmm, it's a little tricky!" The black-faced young man sneered, raised his hand and pointed repeatedly, and the golden swords came out one after another, as if he were shocked.

Zhuge Buliang sneered, stepped on his feet against the air, and his walking method was extremely mysterious. Zhuge Buliang's body was uncertain, with one hand behind him. Even if he was avoiding the opponent's attack, he looked downplayed and casual.

Have you gone out for dinner? Is that what you have?" Zhuge Buliang sneered.

"It's crazy!" The black-faced young man quickly knotted the seal with one hand, the golden light surged, and a mysterious sword map appeared on the head of the black-faced young man. In the sword map, the sword is buzzing, and the sharpness of the road is clear.

"Go!" The black-faced young man waved his hand, and the golden sword light in the sword map flew out, forming a sword net.

Zhuge unbright grabbed the void, and a large white print poked out and grabbed the golden sword net.

"Cangling!"

The white fingerprints touched the golden sword net, and there was a sound of metal, and the sparks were everywhere.

Zhuge Buli's eyes flashed with Li Mang, and he slapped his two palms again. The two big hand prints pressed down, and the space became extremely distorted, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Bum!"

Three big seals were pressed down at the same time, and the golden sword net collapsed in an instant. At the same time, the mysterious sword map above the black-faced young man's head also turned into a little golden light and dissipated.

"This..." The black-faced young man's face changed, and he hit several golden swords again, but was broken by Zhuge Fuliang's understatement.

"Level 8 Tower!" The black-faced young man shouted, and a small black tower flew out quickly. The small tower became bigger in the wind, more than ten feet high, like a small mountain. The black tower has eight floors in total.

"Your magic weapon is the same as your people... black!" Zhuge Buliang smiled and said that the method in his hand changed, and a blood seal floated in the air and turned to the eighth-level tower.

"Boom!"

The eighth-level tower swayed, swinging a breathtaking black light, sweeping at the blood seal.

"Well, you can't speak for a while!" The black-faced young man shouted shyly and angrily.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The blood seal does not collide with the eighth-level tower, and the ferocious faces on the blood mark are surrounded by ferocious faces, and the blood vapor is steaming. The eighth-level tower was a little faint. It was continuously bombarded dozens of times by blood marks, and there were some cracks.

"How can it be like this? I'm a high-level magic weapon." The black-faced young man looked surprised.

"Huh, break it for me!" Zhuge Fuliang waved his hand, and the blood seal shook the eight-level tower out with a "bang". The eighth-level tower once again turned into a small tower the size of a palm and flew back to the black-faced young man.

"What kind of strange trick is this!" The black-faced young man was extremely shocked.

Zhuge Butang is also secretly glad that the eight-level tower is indeed a good magic weapon. If he insisted on a round just now, I'm afraid it would be himself who lost. But now the ending must be that Zhuge Buliang stepped on the air and instantly approached the black-faced young man.

The palm of his hand pressed against the black-faced young man's face, and his arm shook. The black-faced young man had flown backwards out, but only pushed him out, so as not to really hurt the other party. He just came to Yanzhou and didn't want to form a relationship with the Pan family.

The black-faced young man flew out more than ten meters and hit a rock, and the rock suddenly flew into debris. The black-faced young man kept coughing up blood. He struggled to stand up, but his chest was stuffy, and a large mouthful of blood spewed out, and he suddenly collapsed.

"This..." Several children of the Pan family, including Chu Yunchang, all showed fear.

"Okay, okay, okay!" At this time, a tattooed young man in white came out, with a thin figure, a sick posture, and a pale face, as if he were malnourished.

"It's not easy. How about you when I come?" The other party just asked, but as soon as he finished speaking, the embroidered young man had already started his hand. He was so conceited that he rushed directly to Zhuge Fuliang. His palm poked out, and the young man's arm was covered with a thick layer of rock.

"Bum!"

Zhuge Buliang greeted him with his fist. He only felt a dull force coming, and he couldn't help stepping back a few steps. And the tattooed young man also withdrew a few steps, and his face seemed to be whiter.

"It's an opponent..." Zhuge Butang was surprised, and the other party's cultivation will never exceed the Jindan period.

"Well, little bastard, accept your fate. Pan Longxiu's cousin is a family wizard. At the age of 16, he is already a master of the dazzling period. You are dead!" Chu Yun said with long hatred.

Zhuge Buteng took a deep breath, and the seemingly weak young man in front of him actually broke through the dazzling period at the age of 16. Unexpectedly, the Pan family still has this kind of genius. This kind of character will be robbed even if it is seen by the top ten factions in Kyushu.

This weak young man seems to be about 20 years old. With his cultivation speed, he believes that he is now a cultivation person in the seven or eight layers of the dazzling period.

"What a genius!" Zhuge was shocked.

"Cousin Long Xiu, kill this boy!" Chu Yunchang urged.

Pan Longxiu's thin figure looked weak and said indifferently, "I don't have a life-and-death hatred with him. Why did I kill him, but he is a good opponent and it's worth fighting!"

After saying that, Pan Longxiu's earthy brown real yuan fluctuated outside his body, and the real yuan force condensed into a pair of armor covering his body, shining with a faint yellow light. Pan Longxiu's slender fingers were like a girl, constantly making marks. At this time, a huge mountain suspended above Pan Longxiu's head, and the mountain was shaped like a big seal.

Pan Longxiu held Dayue with one arm, and his thin figure was not directly proportional to the big print on his head.

Behind him, all the children of the Pan family retreated, with fear on their faces.

Zhuge Butang was also shocked, and his pupils tightened. He felt a sense of atmosphere. The mountain seemed to come from ancient times through space, and the magnificent momentum was suffocating.

"This is..." Zhuge Fuliang looked at the big Yue Fangyin in Pan Longxiu's hand in shock.

"This is the skill I practiced, the ancient seal decision!" Pan Longxiu's face turned paler.