Chapter 327: Hehuan’s broken arm, five-colored divine light suppresses the grassland!
Elder Qian died?
When Sect Master Fang saw the familiar figure, he couldn't help but frown and angrily shouted "waste" in his heart.
Turning his gaze back, he was more curious about why Li Xunhuan had so many high-level magic weapons.
I think there must be amazing adventures and countless spiritual resources behind it.
He suddenly felt greedy and glanced at the other ten queens.
The others thought the same thing. They exchanged a knowing look, nodded, and took the initiative to attack Li Xunhuan.
At the same time, he also gave orders to the Nascent Soul cultivators who had lost their will to fight back.
"cover."
Hearing this, the frightened Nascent Soul cultivators came back to their senses and silently gathered their strength.
But compared to before, his momentum has dropped drastically, and it seems that he is ready to run for his life if he disagrees with something.
The Queen of the Eleventh Realm was not looking at them. This battle had little to do with them. It all depended on the outcome of their battle.
Dozens of miles were reached in the blink of an eye. Sect Leader Fang held a large flag in his hand, on which a huge spiritual shadow flashed, forming a thirty-foot-long spear, which he chopped down.
Die, little thief!
Li Xunhuan raised his slender eyebrows. Inheriting an ancient treasure?
Suddenly, the figure retreated three feet.
Before he could find his foothold, a strong wind blew from behind him and his figure disappeared in an instant.
At that moment, a bloody mouth clenched its jaws tightly, and it turned out to be a crocodile-like spiritual monster.
The next moment, a streak of five-colored divine light passed through the body, and the monster shattered into pieces from its mouth, turning into points of spiritual light and dissipating.
At the same time, Li Xunhuan's figure appeared hundreds of feet in the air.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Before he could finish his words, three thousand threads of floating dust came down from above, covering the sky and the earth. Suddenly, it was difficult to move within a mile, as if the space was thick.
However, he had no expression on his face, as if he had not heard anything. He just suddenly bent back 90 degrees, just avoiding a flash of black light.
In the black light, a long sword was covered with black flowing on the blade, and the mysterious patterns were fascinating.
On the left and right sides of him, there was a peacock and a mouse several dozen feet long attacking him, with bright eyes that seemed to come alive.
But it's a pincer attack.
The twelve-story pagoda in Li Xunhuan's sea of consciousness was spinning, his eyes were clear, and he treated the long sword as nothing.
Then, the body spun for no reason and suddenly raised one foot, with the toes just touching the nose of the mouse monster as if it were nothing.
After a dull collision sound, the tip of the mouse monster's nose collapsed and its body rolled uncontrollably eighteen times.
Above his head, he lightly held the folding fan and pointed it three feet away from the peacock's body, and two streams of spiritual power, one blue and one red, collided.
After a thought, the body of the peacock monster flew backwards, and after ten feet away, the monster body suddenly exploded and turned into four round beads.
Li Xunhuan's eyes moved slightly and he stood up calmly.
At that moment, the tip of a spear passed through the body, as if it were nothing, and shattered it into mist.
Hundreds of feet away, the space flickered and his figure appeared.
It was just a phantom before.
There was no gap in the fight between the Nascent Souls. The eleven people reacted quickly, and a hundred-foot seal fell from the sky.
Long spears and long swords came from all directions, and monsters transformed.
There is a dust black hole below, waiting for him to drill into.
A cloud pattern flashed across his brow and he glanced sideways at the empty sky. He spread out his folding fan, hung it upside down, and pushed it out in the opposite direction.
Three iron nails appeared an inch away, spinning rapidly, but were blocked outside the fan and could not move forward an inch.
Then, his body turned into a sky-blue rainbow and he took the initiative to face the long sword.
Take a breath.
A quarter of an hour.
The twelve figures were moving at a speed so fast that they collided continuously in the sky, making ping-pong sounds.
As time passed, there was a pause between the eleven stunning rainbows.
Only the sky-blue figure did not slow down, but took the initiative to find the other Jinghongs. For a moment, it was unclear who was surrounding whom.
. . .
On the battlefield, the army of Mulan and Tiannan monks looked up with expressions of disbelief on their faces, crossed their arms across their chests, huddled up into a ball, and exclaimed in surprise.
Some monks held their heads in their hands, their eyes were dull, and they were muttering something.
Besides this place, the audience outside the Star Palace Ladder Arena across the continent were also stunned.
In a certain restaurant, the waiter was stunned, his mouth was so wide open that he could fit a fist in it, and he didn't even react in time when the wine utensils fell to the ground.
The descendants of the sects and aristocratic families in Dajin, who had always been high and mighty, swallowed their saliva, pursed their eyes, and looked again, still couldn't believe it.
In Tiannan, someone was waving his arms and shouting excitedly, and the people around him smiled, feeling the same pride.
Dajin, Wulonghai, Tiansha Continent, Zhuxian Continent,
All living things!
Back to the battlefield, there was a natural formation on the ground just below the center, with spiritual light flowing on it, concealing everything inside.
At this time, Linghu was talking quietly with three other Nascent Soul cultivators. His small eyes could not hide his great surprise, and he chuckled when he glanced at them inadvertently.
The other three were very angry when they saw his arrogant look, but there was nothing they could do.
If it were them, having such an heir in the sect would be even more exaggerated than Linghu.
Not far from the four people, a vigorous old man with a square face, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties, glared at the four people beside him and loudly refuted them,
"Nonsense, everyone knows that Senior Brother Xun Huan and I have a very close relationship!"
The other four people smiled at each other. The old man in a robe glanced at them and said disdainfully,
"Old Li, stop bragging. You spend every day forging iron in the Shiwan Mountains. How long has it been since you went back to the Yellow Maple Valley?"
After a pause, he rolled his eyes and joked maliciously,
"Ahem, Brother Huayuan, when will my iron essence come out, huh?"
Li Huayuan blushed and waved his hand.
"What time is it? Why are you still so stubborn? To have a good relationship with me is to have a good relationship with Senior Brother Xun Huan. Do you understand the importance of relationships?"
"No, you want to default on your debt?"
"I, I don't want to bother with you."
His eyes flickered, and then he looked up into the sky, but his gaze suddenly shrank and he cried out in surprise.
"I, Old Ghost Fuyun, look at the sky,"
"You still want to deceive me? You have to give me this iron essence whether you want or not."
Then, he glanced up at the sky inadvertently, and his pupils also trembled violently, and his eyeballs were about to pop out.
"He, Hehuan!"
. . .
A colorful peacock a hundred feet long, with a five-colored tail and eyes without a trace of emotion, flew across the sky, and when it opened its beak, it actually swallowed a ten-foot-long mouse into its mouth.
"Ahhh!"
After three consecutive screams, the three Jinghongs stopped and couldn't help spitting out blood.
impossible!
The Tuwu people's eyes were wide open, they just couldn't believe that this person could instantly cast high-level pure five-element spells and crush their innate magic weapons in an instant.
On the other side, a look of satisfaction flashed in Li Xunhuan's eyes.
Did you get the magic weapon?
The needle does not poke.
As usual, he stepped aside, and then suddenly turned the fan upside down, and the fan surface was cut open, with a flash of light on it, forming a ten-foot-long blade that continued to grow.
At that moment, a shocking black and red rainbow 'just happened to pass by'.
The old demon He Huan's eyebrows were throbbing wildly, and his pupils were shining brightly. He immediately dodged and then,
Then blood spread all over the sky and an arm rose into the sky.
More than a thousand feet away, his figure stopped, covering his broken arm, and remained silent.
When Wei Wuya and Master Zhiyang stood in front of him, he took pills to stop the bleeding, but his arm would not grow back.
At this point, the picture freezes.
No one spoke up.
(End of this chapter)
