Yan Ling fantasy world

Just as Yan Ling'er's figure flew across the sky at high speed, below, among the thousands of spirit demons, a sudden gaze like a mirror looked directly at him, shocking his silent soul.

At that moment, he seemed to feel that he was being seen through by her. It felt like he was naked in front of her, which was really weird.

However, what shocked him even more was the latter's speed in resisting demonic species.

After all, this was the first time he had seen someone who could restrain a demon species in such a short period of time. Come to think of it, even if he did it, he might not be better than her.

Through the mist of the mist realm, Yan Ling'er looked at Xiao Jiuwei, without saying a word, she subconsciously wrapped her divine energy around the sea of ​​consciousness and headed towards Hu Qixian at high speed.

In the void, there was only one sigh left.

"There are so many secrets!"

Ten miles away, they arrived in a blink of an eye. When Yan Ling'er saw Hu Qixian's figure clearly, the latter's body had just been wrapped by countless black silk-like tentacles.

Sensing the ancient aura in front of him, Hu Qixian's face was filled with confusion.

However, he did not dare to neglect such things with ancient aura. Half-step to the first level of the Supreme Realm, the fire power was released from the demon spirit. Not only that, the nine-tailed spirit fox had a huge body of tens of feet.

At this moment, the blood-red power of blood flows at an extremely fast speed.

The majestic fire power becomes even more intense with the blessing of the power of blood.

And this rich flame power gathered on the fox claws and solidified instantly. In one breath, the fox claws instantly formed a dark black sharp blade, shining like glass, in this dark black mist.

, extremely dazzling.

Looking at the solid blade, Hu Qixian's face was filled with a touch of chill. His strong body jumped up, and the sharp blade swept across his body. The dense black silk tentacles above his body broke instantly when the sharp blade touched, and dissipated.

invisible.

Seeing that the blow was successful, a look of surprise appeared on Hu Qixian's face, and soon, the surprise turned into disdain.

"Hmph...it turns out it's just an appearance!"

Looking at the terrifying and horrifying billions of black thread-like things, I thought they would be somewhat tough, but I didn't expect that these black threads could be cut off so easily by the sharp blade transformed by the fire power.

The same is true, Hu Qixian's posture is even more arrogant.

Looking at the dense black threads in front of me, I waved my sharp blade, and in a blink of an eye, the dense black threads in front of my eyes were cut off in rows, rows, hundreds or thousands.

However, its quantity is valuable, and when it wraps around his body, it is quite uncomfortable, causing his speed to drop sharply.

Looking into the void, at this time, the young dragon of the Qinglong Sky Demon Tribe has not chased him. If the latter chased him, the dark black things in the sky, combined with them, would make him feel a little uncomfortable, and even a little bit.

I was careless and did not cause any serious trauma to myself.

In this situation, there is no room for such a mistake at the moment.

Whoosh...

In the void, black threads pierced the void, and after being cut off, they were completely enveloped again, as if they were endless.

"Hmph, are you really endless?"

"Even so, I will uproot you today."

After saying that, Hu Qixian waved his hand and was no longer wary of the black silk things in front of him. He even attracted all the billions of black silks at a glance, and tied them in a entwining manner.

on his own arm.

"Come out!" With a fierce roar, Hu Qixian pulled suddenly.

The power of half a step to the first level of the Supreme Realm directly pulled all the densely packed black silk tentacles within a ten-mile radius.

Just like this, Xiao Wu, who was ten miles away, was actually uprooted and flew towards Hu Qixian.

However, at the same time, Xiao Wu's power has not diminished at all. On the contrary, a more powerful force than before suddenly raged, and the more intense ancient power was released from Xiao Wu's body.

.

The sky was broken and black tentacles disappeared, appearing out of thin air. Especially around Hu Qixian, it was like a sea of ​​black hair.

Wrapping him up, Hu Qixian looked like a rice dumpling from a distance.

And Yan Ling'er, who was rushing over very quickly, looked at the changes around Hu Qixian, and a smile spread across his face. Before that, Xiao Wu told him that when Hu Qixian was completely enveloped, that was the ten pieces Yan Ling'er needed.

Xi Jie Chen.

But now, such an excellent opportunity has finally appeared.

"Fifth level fire skill, nine layers of overlapping shadows!"

At this moment, in the dark mist, Yan Ling'er's fifth-grade fire skills and the power of the Nine Waves of Overlapping Shadows could finally be fully unleashed.

In an instant, there were overlapping shadows in the void, like Fox Qixian being tied into a rice dumpling. Around him, thirty-six figures appeared at the same time. They were all the power of the first level of the Half-Step Supreme. At this moment, they were also fully exerted.

In one breath, the pressure of thirty-six half-step first-level flame spirits shrouded down. How would Immortal Hu Qixian, who was deeply trapped in the center of the pressure, feel at this moment?

As you can imagine!

Hu Qixian, who was in the center of the dense black silk tentacles, just as he guessed, his expression changed drastically. At this time, his face looked as if he was dead but not stiff, which was extremely ugly.

"Thirty-six half-step masters in the first level of the Supreme Realm?"

"What exactly is going on? In Nuoda Lingqu Continent, if the three races combined, there won't be so many powerful people, right?"

At this time, Hu Qixian's heart was like an ice sculpture. However, due to the instinctive reaction of fighting, the sharp blade transformed by the fire power, like a conditioned reflex, cut towards the black silk tentacles in the sky. However, at this moment, what should have been

Black strands as fragile as hair.

At this time, he was surprisingly tenacious.

The number of black threads cut off with one stroke was only over a hundred, which was less than a layer of fur compared to the tens of thousands of densely packed threads in front of me.

"Damn it, I was fooled!"

Hu Qixian, who felt cold in his heart, finally realized at this moment that he had been fooled.

However, even so, he never gave up. The power of blood extending from all around the demon spirit suddenly exploded with light. Shockingly, monstrous fire power was released from the fox's claws. The sharp blade that was originally no more than ten feet was instantly transformed.

enlarge.

On the arm, the dense black silk tentacles were completely cut off in a few breaths.

In the next breath, looking at the black threads all over the sky in front of him, Hu Qixian jumped up, and the sharp blade in his hand transformed into the size of his body. He cut off the thick black threads in front of his eyes while swinging the sword, which was tens of feet long.

And at the moment when the black thread broke, the black thread tentacles all over the sky also turned into nothingness in an instant.

Between heaven and earth, the dark color disappeared in one breath. Even the dark mist in the mist realm completely disappeared at this moment.

On the periphery of the battle, countless nine-tailed foxes looked at the fox Qixian, who was tens of feet tall, holding a giant knife that was tens of feet tall. Looking from the void, in one breath, the stream in the canyon below was cut into two and one in an instant.

A huge chasm of hundreds of feet formed in front of us in an instant.

Only when it spread to the end, such a deep pit, did it stop.

However, compared to the countless nine-tailed foxes watching the battle on the periphery, what greeted Fox Qixian's eyes was a ten-color ancient palace whose main color was dark red.

"Buddha Spirit Art, fifth level, prophet!"

"Ten Colorful True Palaces, Four Palace Towns!"

"Buddha Spirit Art, fourth level, parasitism!"

Looking at Hu Qixian appearing in front of him, Yan Ling'er grinned, as if he had been waiting for a long time. In one breath, the three fire skills were released instantly. Under the prophet, Yan Ling'er could predict whatever Hu Qixian wanted to do.

And in such an environment, the true palace that was promoted to the Shicai True Palace finally lost the light it should have had on the Sacred Artifact List.

When the Four Palaces were unleashed, a coercion that was a hundred times stronger than before shrouded down, suppressing Hu Qixian. At this moment, Hu Qixian's complexion turned green.

Because, under such suppression, the flow of his blood was even more terrifying than the pressure of the Qinglong Heavenly Demon Clan.

What concept?

Now this fire skill has surpassed the power of blood?

If so, since he was under such suppression, fighting with him would mean that he was always being crushed. Thinking about it, Hu Qixian felt his scalp go numb. However, when he wanted to leave, he saw something in front of him.

Covered by the sky full of golden and red pothos.

"Fifth-grade fire skill, green radish entanglement!"

After ten breaths of preparation, Yan Ling'er could not let Hu Qixian escape. The same was true. When the four fire skills were released, Yan Ling'er's thirty-six figures disappeared at the same time, and they all bombarded towards Hu Qixian.

Faced with such momentum, Hu Qixian looked at the siege of thirty-six half-step supreme first level, and the ten-color true palace, surrounded by green flowers.

The little chance of surviving finally gave up completely. Looking at the fists in the sky, he had the urge to close his eyes. If it weren't for the conditioned reflex to fight, he would have chosen to give up resistance at this time.

Seeing this, Yan Linger knew in her heart that all her plans had finally been achieved.

The fear of the unknown will always be an indelible pain for everyone.

Likewise, thirty-six half-step threats to the first level of the Supreme were Yan Ling'er's last blow to defeat Hu Qixian.

"Buddha Spirit Art, first level, swallow!"

"Buddha Spirit Art, second level, pure release!"

The thirty-six figures were all fake after all, but the one true figure was unambiguous at the moment when he got close to Hu Qixian. Thousands of afterimages appeared from his heavy punch, and he hit Hu Qixian firmly in the abdomen.

chest, and even head.

The two mysterious attacks of the Buddha Spirit Art were executed when the heavy punch landed on Hu Qixian's body.

The three superimpositions caused the fire power and demonic energy in Dehu Qixian's body to decrease sharply. The same was true. Under thousands of heavy punches, his body was like a cannonball, pointing straight towards the rear.

The hills flew away.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, Hu Qixian's body of dozens of feet was completely submerged into the hill, and the dozens of feet of sharp blades on his fox claws also cut open the hill.

The next battle was like lightning. When countless nine-tailed foxes saw what was happening clearly, the body of Fox Qixian was already lying in the middle of the hill.

"It's too cruel!"

In the void, even Long Ting, who was always known for his cruelty, couldn't help but feel his scalp numb when he saw Yan Ling'er's stormy and thunderous attack. He also became frightened when he looked at Yan Ling'er's eyes.

Since we met, this may be the most cruel attack Yan Ling'er has ever done, right?

"Done!"

Looking at Hu Qixian in the center of the hill, his breath was weak at this time, his fire power and demonic energy were all confused, and he seemed to be seriously injured. At this time, Yan Ling'er also imitated Long Ting, clapped his hands, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

A smile.

Seeing this, Long Ting couldn't help but shrink his neck.

Even if someone as powerful as Long Ting is like this, what about the thousands of nine-tailed foxes below? You don't even have to look at them to know.

"Brother Ling, is this too fierce?"

In the canyon, the little nine-tailed fox Qingqing looked at Yan Linger, her eyes filled with admiration.

Since she was the first to wake up, she could see Yan Linger's battle clearly.

At this time, although the latter had taken off the Qianxiu golden hoop and his loose hair was fluttering in the wind, like a madman who had lost his soul, in the eyes of Xiao Jiuwei, he was still extremely handsome and handsome.

"Ahem..."

Suddenly, the sound of violent dry coughing came from the hills, and the aura of the dying Hu Qixian mysteriously began to increase.

Seeing this, Yan Linger frowned slightly.

"Hmph, why don't you accept your fate? If that's the case, then go die!"

"Buddha Spirit Art, fourth level, parasitism!"

"Ten colorful true palaces, seven rotten palaces!"