Chapter 192 (2/2)

The unexpected blow left him with a lingering fear and a burning pain from the tip of his nose. He covered his nose and looked at a fat woman with a white dress in front of him. But the woman did not speak much. She killed her with a polished sword.

Behind him is the ink lake, the left and right sides are cliffs, all around are the weird closed real Qi out of the body array, in front of is the sword woman. Qian Yan has no choice but to fight for his old life.

Fortunately, although the opponent's swordsmanship is exquisite, the foundation is far inferior to him. Although his sword skills are not invincible, he uses Qi in his body to use his lightness skill to dodge and wait for an opportunity to fight back. He is not defeated immediately. Moreover, the formation of these four weeks, which can not be maintained for a long time, is gradually weakening.

Murong Qing is also anxious. Although the swordsmanship of the old man is not so good, he is extremely skilled in fighting the enemy. Whether it's dodging or luring the enemy, it's a trick. She almost fell into the trap several times. Once Huang Lu's array fails completely and the opponent uses the power of magic weapon and spirit sword, she will have no chance at all.

At this time, a burst of cracking sound suddenly came, followed by a loud noise, the earth shaking, resounding through the world!

The fantasy iron cage array is like a balloon that is inflated by a spirit machine. As long as a breach can be made, the whole array will not be able to hold on and can only explode with a bang.

Fortunately, Dazhen is located in the bones of the dragon, surrounded by mountains. The violent shock wave is absorbed by the mountain wall and will not destroy the building of Cuiyu palace. It's just that it's necessary to have some shaking.

Song Ruhai and wood are almost exhausted. At this time, they were relieved and both fell unconscious.

At this time, Murong Qingzheng and Qian Yan fight to the most critical moment.

”This move must hurt him!” Murong Qing clenched his teeth in secret. With a sword, he would swing Qian Yan's iron thorn sword open, and then stab the opponent's ribs.

I didn't expect that this time the two swords intersected, but she didn't hear the crisp sound of the sword. But as if patted on the soft straw rope, how also can't make the strength. Her heart is tight, hastily draw sword, but can't pull out. The Dharma sword in the hand has been firmly entangled by the iron thread thorn.

She understood that the magic iron cage array was broken, which led to changes in the formation of heaven and earth, and the array under Huang Lubu was invalid!

”You can go and die.” Qian Yan laughs. The iron thread spines growing from the sword body in his hand are like a black hand, and they roll directly to murongqing's neck.

”It's you who are going to die.” A woman's voice came from behind him.

Qian Yan turned back, in the direction of the mouth of the valley, standing a tall woman's beautiful shadow, long hair like a waterfall, clothing like the wind. I don't know when and where she will come from, and I don't know how to cultivate. She stood there quietly, without using any real Qi or any aura wave.

Qian Yan naturally regarded her as one of the disciples. She knew that there were three women in the courtyard, and he had seen two of them. So this one must be the third one.

Without the formation, he had no pressure to deal with these nuns who had built three foundations.

”What a big voice!” With a disdainful glance, the iron thorn sword in his hand was already activated. A line of iron spines, as powerful as a snake, attacked the woman. But the next moment, he regretted it.

The woman suddenly had a long whip with a glittering and shining light in her hand. Her real Qi was moving. It was like the wind and clouds surging, and the mountains and rivers changed color. Qian Yan felt like a strong wind and could not breathe at all.

”Who are you?” He was shocked. With his decades of experience in Cuiyu palace, this kind of prestige has never been seen before. The iron thread spine in his hand has already withered, as if the beasts saw the king of beasts crawling on the ground shaking.

He did not see the other side's movement, the green whip like a pair of gentle women's hands, gently wrapped around his neck, let him feel particularly comfortable, but terrible.

”Kowloon thorn?” Qian Yan's brain flashed this idea, but how can't say a word, even the words of begging for mercy were hanged by the living.

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