Chapter 505 (1/2)

”Whoosh!” The silver spear was as good as practice, and the spear awn exploded in front of him, which made the Xuanyin sect disciples around him unable to open their eyes.

Friar Huiyang, who was the first to bear the brunt, drifted back in confusion and looked at the sword and magic weapon in his hand. Even the treasure was dim.

Penglai sword Pavilion, Lin sun gun!

The actual combat power of military training has always been better than that of Taoist training, and it is more obvious at lower levels. With the higher the level is, the smaller the gap will be. However, if the same level of fighting is hard, it is obvious that the explosive power of military training is in the upper hand, and the power of magic weapons can not withstand the power of this gun.

Li Qingjun's one shot was effective, and his heart was even better.

The spear tongue huff and puff, the sharp vigorous wind swept, twisted in the fierce wind Jue.

The wind mantra of Huiyang level, whistling for thousands of miles, is as powerful as the powder, but it can't break the power of a silver gun.

A beam of silver light directly in the middle of the gale, the wind rolled back, the mountains and rivers changed color.

”Bang!” Another friar Huiyang fell back in fright, and his disciples planted a rolling gourd on Monday.

All Xuanyin disciples were shocked to see Li Qingjun standing with a gun.

This is really not arrogant, people have this strength!

Li Qingjun's spear tip drooped and said slowly, ”Xuanyin sect, but so.”

Without the immortal Xuanhao who suddenly crossed the Qianyuan Dynasty, other Xuanyin sect people would have been just like this. Otherwise, they would not have been stirred up by Qin Yimeng Qingying, who was still Tengyun, and ran out

However, it is tolerable, which can not be tolerated!

You really want to pick our Xuanyin sect alone!

The first friar Huiyang drank: ”build a big array of yin and yang to overthrow chaos!”

All the friars below Tengyun all retreated. Two friars Huiyang led several Tengyun to form an array that once made Qin Yi miserable.

Several magic weapons light up, and even the monk Qin Xin who retreats in the distance has sacrificed the treasure and tries to attack from a long distance.

Li Qingjun quietly watched Wandao Guanghua attack, eyes no sad no joy.

I'm so used to this kind of scene.

It's like jumping horses on the battlefield, facing countless swords and spears.

But so it is!

Li Qingjun's sharp eyes flashed.

The eye of breaking delusion can accurately see the opponent's disordered formation. The real eye of array is where the most defective part of himself has been made up. Taoism will be magic, martial arts can be broken!

The huge shadow of gun light cuts through the sky, crushing countless brilliance, like a meteor running to the moon, not into the heart of the array.

Penglai sword skill, falling moon sword!

The biggest difference between Li Qingjun and Qin Yi is that they can fly swords.

”Boom

The battle array of yin and Yang was blown out of shape after being hit. Some weak monks of Tengyun poured blood and fell out. Even the plume floats in the mixed tracks exuded blood. They looked at Li Qingjun, who was proud of holding a gun in the distance.

He didn't leave his hand just now. He was a faithful disciple of Xuanyin. But in the big array, they were still beaten to pieces.

However, the two Huiyang elders did not get hurt. Under the blessing of the array, they actually had the upper hand. When Li Qingjun's new strength was not born, two Taiji appeared around her.

Taoism has its own mysterious and wonderful methods. It doesn't depend on bombardment and hard hitting.

Li Qingjun's body was stagnant, and then his spiritual consciousness was slightly confused, as if there were irresistible persuasions that were killing her will and weakening her spirit.

Xuanyinzong's method of confusing the furnace tripod.

Huiyang elder, the leader, said with a smile, ”if you want to cultivate your life but not your nature, it's just the furnace tripod that you sent me. Give me a good one Why

Li Qingjun suddenly opened his eyes, as if there were two sword shadows in his eyes.

Then it seemed that there was a sound of silk fracture. Two sword shadows flashed by, and the loud elder Huiyang groaned painfully according to his head: ”this, what is this?”

This is a sword given by ghost cultivation!

Li Qingjun picked the silver gun and broke into the array, blood splashed. The Huiyang elder staggered and retreated, and there was a faint exudation of blood under the ribs and even the seven orifices.