The "boom" burst suddenly, and the white light net and the cyan glow collided fiercely, and the white light net was torn open at once, but the cyan glow also dimmed a little.
The thunder of the Qinglong sword continued, and the second white light net flew out, enveloping the cyan glow in the blink of an eye, the light net contracted, and there was another thunderstorm, and the cyan glow was suddenly annihilated in the white light net.
The white light net annihilated the cyan glow, shrunk into a ball, and turned into a dazzling light cluster the size of a thumb, only to see this light cluster suspended in mid-air, getting smaller and smaller, and the surface of the lone light scurried around.
Xia Chenxi's eyes flashed with cold light, and a crisp cry suddenly came from the cyan Xiaoding, and another ball of blue light shot out, and after hovering over the Xiaoding, it suddenly turned into a small finch, the little finch was cyan all over, only a little bright red on the top of the head, the black eyes were smart, and the wings were not more than the size of a palm.
As soon as the little finch came out, its wings were one, and it disappeared from the spot in an instant, and as soon as it appeared, just above the light cluster incarnated by the white light net, another sharp cry suddenly fell, and the sharp beak only pecked at the dazzling white light.
Qinglong Sword smiled coldly, and the white light cluster that shone with arc light greeted the little bird, and the light group that Qinglong Sword conjured up was a light cluster with a thunder arc, and the little bird crashed into it, and it was the end of the ashes.
But the next moment, his sneer froze on his face, and the cyan finch suddenly opened its mouth, and a cyan streamer flew straight towards the white light cluster, and the moment it crashed into the light cluster, it actually wrapped the light cluster like flowing water.
The light group wrapped in the blue light suddenly arced light, but the arc light was all wrapped in the blue light, and the left and right collided, but it was completely impossible to get rid of the blue light, and then, the cyan finch opened its mouth and sucked, and the white light cluster surrounded by the blue light was actually sucked into the mouth of the little finch, and the moment it entered the mouth, the connection between the Qinglong sword and the white light group was interrupted at once.
The cyan finch swallowed the white light cluster, as if it had been replenished, and its body faintly expanded, and it circled in mid-air excitedly, swayed slightly, turned into a blue light, and drilled back into the cyan small ding.
The cyan fluorescence on the surface of the cyan Xiaoding flowed around, and the color was a little darker, Xia Chenxi laughed: "Thank you Sect Master Qing, for making up for me." ” Qinglong Sword's complexion changed slightly, his lips moved slightly, and a string of strange notes spit out from his mouth, and the Qinglong Sword hanging in front of him burst out with a dazzling blue mang, the blue mang was violent, and it contracted suddenly, and Qinglong Sword raised his right hand and held the hilt of the flying sword.
At this moment, the flying sword and the Qinglong sword seemed to be incarnated as one, and the body of the Qinglong sword also flashed with dazzling blue light, and the flying sword was raised high, slashing towards Xia Chenxi from a distance.
A cyan light curtain emanated from the green wood ding, and pieces of cyan light suddenly appeared on the light curtain, and soft green vines climbed out from the light curtain, and in the blink of an eye, the cyan light curtain was covered by green vines.
As soon as the blue light of the Qinglong Sword touched the green vine, the Qinglong Sword felt a shock to his arm, and the cyan light curtain flashed in front of him, and the blue light was gently rolled up by a green vine.
Qing Teng's movements were slow and not fast, but he actually rolled down a piece of blue light, and the blue light could not penetrate the cyan light curtain at all, and he saw that countless green vines suddenly flew out of Aoki Ding's light mask, and each green vine rolled down a piece of blue light, as if the blue light on the flying sword was the tonic of Qing Teng.
Qing Long Jian was horrified in his heart, and he wanted to take back the Qing Long Sword, but more green vines poured out from Aoki Ding's light mask, and the green vines grew rapidly, grabbing the blue light of the flying sword with teeth and claws, and through the blue light of the flying sword, he kept absorbing the aura on his body.
At this time, Xia Chenxi's figure flickered, and the person suddenly deceived himself to the place in front of the Qinglong Sword, and a palm reached out like lightning, silently pressing towards the Qinglong Sword.
Qing Long Sword's body was quickly covered with a body protection spirit shield, and at the same time, his left hand was raised, and he shot back against Xia Chenxi's hand.
As soon as the two spiritual powers of different attributes came into contact, Qinglong Jian only felt that his arm sank, and the expected fluctuations caused by the spiritual power attack did not appear.
In front of him, it was Xia Chenxi's mocking and murderous smile, and the aura in his body suddenly poured out like a tide along his left hand, and in a moment, there was a feeling of emptiness in his body, as if all the aura had been emptied.
Suddenly, the evacuated aura suddenly poured back, forcibly pouring from his left hand into his meridians, not only his water aura, but also a large amount of wood aura, Qing Long Jian was horrified in his heart, only to feel a sharp pain in the meridians, so the spiritual power that did not belong to him forcibly poured in, and in an instant, it surged straight to the dantian.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, Qinglong Jian's body shook, and the aura in the dantian rushed, forcibly forcing the aura that poured into the body to retreat, and the body shook and withdrew to dozens of meters away, at this time, Aoki Ding hummed, and dozens of green vines were entwined out, and Shengsheng took the flying sword from Qinglong Sword's hand.
Qing Long Jian barely stood firm in mid-air, looking at Xia Chenxi with a shocked face, within the scope of his vision, seeing that the Qing Long Sword he relied on to become famous was swept into the Qing Mu Ding by dozens of green vines, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, at this moment, the connection between the mind and the Qing Long Sword was completely broken.
Xia Chenxi didn't wait for the Qinglong Sword to breathe, the green light flashed, and a green vine suddenly flew out from the Qingmu Ding, silently pressing towards the Qinglong Sword, the Qinglong Sword was poured by Xia Chenxi's aura, and the meridians had been damaged, and the natal magic weapon was forcibly collected by the Qingmu Ding, and it was seriously injured, so he didn't dodge the green vine that flew quickly.
There was a sharp pain in the dantian, Qing Long Jian slowly lowered his head in a daze, and in his sight, a snow-white Yuan Infant was pulled out of his body with a panicked face.
His consciousness was blurred, and at this moment, he suddenly realized the mood of Hua Wuxian and Li Shaoyuan, he would rather die with Xia Chenxi than die alone in his hands.
But it was late, the snow-white Yuan Ying's face showed the same panic and disbelief as his body, one end of the green vine ran through the Yuan Ying's body, and inadvertently flew back into the Aoki Ding, the Aoki Ding was dripping and spinning in mid-air, it was still so small, but the cyan on it was clearly a little heavier.
Xia Chenxi opened his mouth silently, Aoki Ding slowly flew into his mouth, in mid-air, Xia Chenxi stretched out his hand, held the Qinglong Sword with his backhand, took off the storage ring on the Qinglong Sword's hand, stretched out his fingers, and a fireball fell on the Qinglong Sword's body.
The disciples of the Qinghua Sect were stunned, their sect master was killed by Xia Chenxi in less than a quarter of an hour, and even Yuan Ying did not escape.
Xia Chenxi turned his head and looked coldly at the disciples of the Qinghuamen through the light shield of the large array in the station, as if he was waiting for the disciples of the Qinghuamen to leave, and every time he left, he would mercilessly kill the killer. , monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation.
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