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However, what makes Qingguo strange is that there is no violent explosion. It is just that the fluctuation of the spiritual power in space has changed. The powerful spiritual ripples actually come like the tide, pushing the people who are hundreds of miles away.

Opening his eyes, Qingguo found that there were seven petals of different colors flying out of the lotus flower, which had trapped the sword.

The seven petals radiate different colors of light, falling on the long knife constantly.

However, the long Dao did not show weakness. It separated in an instant. Since it had become seven, it entangled itself with seven petals.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the long sword peacefully. There was no joy or sorrow on her face. Only the voice of the curse in her mouth became more and more urgent. There was a cold sweat on her forehead.

At this time, the long sword suddenly flashed, and a cloud of black fog rolled out of the sword, covering seven flower petals.

Zhang Xiaojian's face suddenly changed. Her hand was like a finger in the air. A thick thunder arc suddenly appeared. Then, it turned into a thunder arc all over the sky, enveloping the black fog.

The thunder arc fell on the black fog and made a hissing sound. However, to Zhang Xiaojian's dismay, the thunder arc did not work on the black fog at all.

Moreover, after a burst of buzzing sound, another long knife has already flown out. At the moment of striking with the thunder arc, a black thunder arc is ejected. The two impacts are even.

Next, a more bizarre scene appeared. The long Dao separated again, and one was cut directly like Zhang Xiaojian's head. Zhang Xiaojian could see clearly that a figure appeared in the long Dao, which was a rather strange smile. It is the head of the nine color sect.

Zhang Xiaojian quickly moved the white light. However, the long knife seemed to have nothing to do with the white light, and instantly penetrated the three-layer light shield.

Qingguo and Lanyu several people see clearly, scared to cry out, want to help in the past, it is too late.

At this time, the long knife has pierced the last layer of white light, and is close to Zhang Xiaojian's body.

But it was at this time that a sly smile appeared on Zhang Xiaojian's face.

The head of the nine color sect in the long Dao also found this smile and frowned. He felt something was wrong, but it was too late.

Countless golden lights suddenly appeared and trapped the long knife.

Then, the runes on the lotus petals flew out one by one. The golden light flashed, and the sword was trapped.

When Sanskrit sounds, it's Buddhist Scripture.

At that moment, the sword suddenly and violently trembled, and made bursts of howling sound.

At that moment, the black fog on the long Dao rose wildly, trying to break through the shackles of the golden light.

However, the Sanskrit is ethereal. With the expansion of the black fog, the golden light is also expanding.

The black fog is long, the golden light is three times bigger, the black fog is ten Zhang long, and the golden light is all over the sky.

Zhang Xiaojian took a cold look at the nine color sect leader in the long sword and said coldly, ”if you know how good or bad you are now, I can let you go. After all, I have practiced for so many years. I can't bear to see your body and spirit disappear.”

”Son of a bitch, you lie to me. When I go out, I will make you look good.” Among the long swords, the voice of the master of the nine color sect was vexed and helpless.