Chatper 660 (1/2)

The Jasper Bone Soldier was shot and flew out by the huge light palm that was as black as ink.

And at this moment, the Qingyi Tianmu sword formation has been formed.

Seventy-seven forty-nine flying swords turned into a giant skywood cage. At the same time, under the collection of flying swords, a vicissitudes of life and long-lasting aura escaped. The immemorial Tianmu phantom was suppressed on the Tianmu cage.

Huan Mingfeng was trapped in it.

"Gu dong gu dong!"

Without any hesitation, Chu Yan stuffed a few healing pills into the mouth and filled two bottles of spiritual liquid. The vortex of extreme thoughts opened again, urging the Duan Cangjian to transform into the Demonic Sword Gang!

This time, it was a serious injury that Chu Yan had never received before. His chest collapsed. Although his flesh was not broken, several bones were broken, and his internal organs were severely injured. It can be said that if there is no immortal golden body, just now The palm of your hand could take Chu Yan's life.

In a short battle, the stele of the gods, the dragon feather boat, the trapped dragon rope, and the great treasure of Dao Xuansi were instantly destroyed. For the first time, Chu Yan felt the horror of cultivators in the Nascent Soul period!

However, at this time, Chu Yan did not think of escaping. Even if Chu Yan used True Spirit Nine Flashes and Sword Qi Wing, Chu Yan would never have the speed of the opponent. The Qingyi Tianmu Sword Array was estimated to be able to trap the opponent for a few breaths. This Time to run, is asking for a dead end.

How to do?

Chu Yan holds the Broken Cang Sword in his hand, which is the only treasure he can now compete with the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him. Unfortunately, he cannot turn into a Purple Devil at will, and it is difficult to mobilize the power of the Broken Cang Sword to the extreme.

Although the Broken Cang Sword is a mid-grade spiritual treasure, how could it be the opponent's opponent's spiritual treasure without the help of the artifact spirit!

At this moment, a long-lost voice sounded in Chu Yan's heart:

"Boy, not bad, you can be so calm in the face of Nascent Soul practitioners!"

"Old Bai! You finally woke up!"

Chu Yan's body shook violently, and an ecstasy floated in his heart.

After the Tianshan Jianchi trial, Lingding began to fall asleep. In the days without Lingding, Chu Yan had nothing to rely on and could only rely on himself. In such a predicament, the first thing Chu Yan thought of was Lingding. Ding, but didn't want him to really wake up.

"Okay, now is not the time to reminisce about the old days, we must kill the Nascent Soul practitioner in front of us!"

After several years of cultivation and nourishment from the improvement of Chu Yan's cultivation, Ling Ding was on the verge of awakening, but today he suddenly felt a terrifying aura and woke up.

"Boss, I want to kill too, but I also have that ability. The opponent is a cultivator of the Nascent Soul, not a Chinese cabbage. I only have a spiritual treasure, and I can't use it at will. How can I fight?"

Chu Yan said in annoyance while listening to the anxiety in his heart.

"Who said you only have one spiritual treasure?"

"boom!"

Just as Lingding's words fell, a huge vibration sound came from the Qingyi Tianmu sword formation.

In an instant, forty-nine flying swords, broken in half, shot out!

"puff!"

Chu Yan's blood spurted wildly, and the black gold flying sword was smashed by the opponent.

"Little devil, you must die today!"

Huan Mingfeng roared with a ferocious face. A cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage was actually trapped by a sword formation of a cultivator at the Jindan stage.

"Chu Yan, you have been pestering him for a while now, and I will help you achieve Lingyi Lingbao!"

Lingding's voice resounded in Chu Yan's heart.

Chu Yan was suddenly startled, making a Lingbao? When did you have another Lingbao?

However, Chu Yan didn't have time to think about it at this time. It was right that Lingding would not lie to himself. At this time, he had to hold back his opponent.

"Hmph, you are an old monster of the Nascent Soul period. Anyway, I am not your opponent. If I die, I will die, but you are about to lose a big chance!"

Chu Yan said coldly with a look of death.

"Chance? Boy, don't think that you want the deity to let you go with just a few words. Can you treat the deity as a three-year-old child?"

Huan Mingfeng was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

"Liar to you? Look!"

Chu Yan snorted coldly, and seventy-six strands of divine sense roared out, turning into thousands of tiny swords of divine sense.

"The method of divine sense differentiation, how could you..."

Huan Mingfeng was surprised and saw that Chu Yan's face changed color.