Chapter 415 (1/2)

Lian Ling held the sword in his hand, not for the giant stone soul in front of him, but for the group of crane people hundreds of steps away. After all, it's not under the two boundary cities. The wild mountains and mountains meet, and there are three purple monks on the other side. If they have a plot, they will be more troublesome than those wild demons who are always killing.

Her perfect magic elixir has not been refined successfully, and it is not convenient for her to use the golden elixir for the time being. It's still a bit tricky to deal with the joint efforts of three purple houses. With the sword in hand, she can get the first chance only by killing a purple mansion.

She did not expect the rest of the crane people to stop, but instead came a teenager who could not build a foundation of nine. This man is holding a magic weapon. His power is aimed at the stone spirit. It seems that these people have no malicious intention.

The Qin in He Yan's hand is called fire burning Jueyin, with five strings of gold fire on it. Under his skillful hand, for a moment, the golden light is shining everywhere. The sound waves coming out of the strings are like pieces of flying flame machetes, which fall on the huge leg of the huge stone man.

When the fire burned the Qin music front, it left not only a deep impression on the stone man, but also a fire burning fiercely among the marks.

The flame is very hot and bright. It melts the rock directly. A beach flows out of the scars, which is very similar to the blood and flesh.

Before the stone man stepped down, he was suddenly attacked in such a way that he was furious. He stopped the giant leg that was about to fall in the air, and then turned to the flying He Yan.

It took a step forward and stepped down, and immediately went several feet away. When he Yan was in front of him, a pair of giant fists, which were high enough to be lifted up, were smashed down.

Even Ling still did not have any action, neither to retreat, nor to help, just coldly watching all this.

He Yanzheng is playing the piano with both hands, plucking the strings like flying, and there are fires on the piano. However, before a climax is reached, the giant has already smashed down. He did not expect that the stone man was so heavy and flexible.

This accident greatly disappointed him, and he could not help frowning and lifting his hands. His harp flew up with his hands and turned it upside down.

Seeing that the giant's stone fist was about to hit the piano, there was a flash of golden light on the instrument, and a violent string sound was emitted. The five strings, like someone's violent plucking, suddenly bounced violently and swept out five sharp golden lights in the air.

At the place where the golden light swept, the stone man's fists were sliced into many thin slices. The fist broke with his wrist, and five boulders with smooth incisions like mirrors fell down. The stone man, like the living man, took back his remaining arms like lightning and roared at the sky with a shrill voice.

He Yan is proud of his success. He peeked at the woman standing by, and saw that her face was cold and expressionless, and she could not see any emotion in a pair of eyes like autumn water. He did not know whether she was still shocked by the fierce fighting method or immersed in the worship of his flying crane Jue Yin?

At this time, he did not have time to think about it. His eyes turned to the injured and retreating stone soul. His hands were playing the piano without stopping. The melodious sound was like the dancing of the ceiling. With this beautiful rhythm, the blade of flame flew like a group of startled waterfowls, but disorderly and orderly.

His attacks were no longer aimed at the stone man's limbs, but on its head. The rhythm flying out of the piano has changed from the rough atmosphere to the light rain.

Countless tiny flame blades were cut off against the huge head of the stone man like a potato. The surface of the rock also rolled up and scattered like wood. A few minutes later, the stone man's head was cut to a protruding bright stone core.

He Yan laughs, a crack like the end of the string, his hands have been hidden in the fire. With a wide sleeve dance of the white robe, he fell on the stone core of the giant's remnant as light as flying. He quickly took the stone core with blue light and took it to his palm.

If the stone core is taken away, the remaining stones will no longer be stone spirits. Once spiritually lost, the stone man was suddenly scattered and turned into a pile of broken stones and fell down into a hill.

He Yan fell to the ground, and the other four crane people also surrounded him. Lian Ling took up his sword instead. It is obvious that although these people are oppressed by divine sense, they are not invincible.

Moreover, the three monks of the purple mansion of the crane nationality, including one with two Qi, one with three Qi and one with four Qi, were not alert at all. Obviously, they did not pay attention to her as a ”foundation building friar”. They did not see through the concealment of her cultivation.