"He is mine"

Yingbo took out the long halberd, jumped into the sky with a grim smile, and the tip of the halberd flashing with lightning was scattered, and the name was loudly reported, "Yingbo, Dan League"

After seven moves, Qi Xiu fell to the ground and smashed a deep pit from the boss. As soon as the dust splattered, he was suppressed by a powerful spiritual cyclone. He lay flat in the pit and had completely given up resistance. He was covered with small scars on his body, his face was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were full of fear.

Ying Zhong's bronze halberd was like a supreme divine weapon. From the first attack, he took the absolute initiative from beginning to end. Qi Xiu threw out a temporary formation, and the third-level summoning object was also terminated by a halberd. The two weapons in the natal treasure mirror were directly blocked by the electric light shot out by the long halberd, and they had no effect at all.

"Hahaha"

Ying Zhong stood high above, his hair was bulging, like a god of war, with a long halberd in his hand pointed at Qixiu, "I still think you are a person, so vulnerable, ridiculous, where did you go before the rampant spirit? Humph, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't kill my brother, I'd kill you now."

"Are you convinced? Do you admit defeat?" He shouted loudly, shocking the formation tools, magic weapons fragments and other objects on the ground outside the pit. Naturally, people were very happy in the Dan League. After sweeping away the haze of the defeat in the first battle, they all laughed loudly, insulted unscrupulously, and ridiculed the leader of the Chu Qin League in the pit.

On the other hand, everyone's face was gray. From the ecstasy of Qin Changfeng's victory just now to the rapid defeat of the leader's ancestor, it was really hard to accept. Some low-level disciples who regarded Qi Xiu as gods felt that their whole life was about to collapse. Some people cried loudly, some people were lost, and high-level monks were unwilling to stop it. Mo Jianxin and others wanted to have a crack on the ground to let themselves get in.

Shame, since unifying the old land of the Luo family, this is the most shameful moment for the Chu Qin Sect.

"That Huo Bai back then was far inferior to this Ying Zhong..."

Nangong Yanran held Qin Changfeng's arm and whispered to bite her ear. She was the least sad person here. Isn't the failure of the leader just showing her husband's Yingwei Shenwu?

"How can early stage monks compare with late stage monks?"

Qin Changfeng defended his senior brother, but it was a little pale.

"I lost..."

Before Yingzhong could wait for a long time, Qi Xiu, who was covered in dust, accepted the loss in a bare manner. He slowly struggled to get up. Qin Changfeng flashed and took him back from the pit.

The laughter broke out again on the other side, and even Mr. Han Yan, who was dissatisfied with Ying Zhongduo, laughed and scolded: "I heard that Qi Xiu's face was thicker than the city wall. When I saw him today, it was true."

Zhongxingjun looked at Qi Xiu's back meaningfully and sneered: "It can bend and stretch."

"I just said that big fists are the hard truth. He will never think about stretching out his whole life when he sees me, he will have to bend him."

Ying Zhong returned from victory and was still so verbally speaking, but now no one blamed him. His strength gave him confidence and respect from the monks below. The welcome sounds like a tsunami, shaking the four fields.

In the next third battle, it was Dan League's turn to go out first. Old Han Yan sensed the eyes of the ups and downs, narrowed his eyes, looked at Xiong Shisi on the opposite side for a while, and finally made a decision. He first checked the enemy's object in the storage bag, and then took off with him casually, making the elegant demeanor that the leader of the sect should have, and bowed calmly, "Old Han Yan of Dan League, please give me advice."

When he saw that he was a late-stage Jindan cultivator, Chu Qin's morale declined again, and many people looked at Xiong Shisi and shared their worries and sympathy.

Xiong Shisi, who was under great pressure, frowned and said nothing. Obviously, he was in a fierce psychological struggle, which made Han Yan in the sky wait for a few breaths before he stood up. "When it comes to fighting, my Xiong family in Beilieshan never knows what it means to be afraid." He spoke out loudly. Just as he was about to fly into the sky, a spiritual power came from his shoulder, pressing him to the spot.

"You are a good person, but you don't have to do it this time."

The power comes from Qi Xiu, who was originally huddled in the seat and closed his eyes to heal his wounds. "I have my own arrangements," he said.

"What arrangement?" Xiong Shisi looked around. The only remaining golden elixir Gu Tiesheng was arranged by Qi Xiu at the rear mountain gate and was not at the scene at all. He was confused. However, he knew his own affairs and knew that he had a very low chance of winning against Mr. Han Yan. Since the leader had other arrangements, he would just go down and not risk his life to sell this ugly thing.

Xiong Shisi stood up and sat down, which immediately attracted greater ridicule from the other side. Han Yan always wanted to maintain his demeanor and smiled and continued to wait, "Is anyone who chose your family?"

"have"

A loud shout suddenly came from behind the Chu Qin formation. When everyone looked back, they saw that the shuttle from their own shrimps and camel beasts slowly started, and Sano stood majestic on the bow of the ship. The sound he had just shouted.

He was only seventy years old in this life, so he still looked young because of his appearance. As a mid-stage cultivator in the Foundation Establishment, he thought it would be impossible to defeat Han Yan Lao. Xiong Shisi and others looked at each other. He didn't know what the leader and Shanuo were selling in the gourd. Naturally, the Dan League was a usual ridicule, "The Golden Pill monk dared not fight, would he send a Foundation Establishment monk to make up his numbers?" and so on. Anyway, there was nothing good to say.

"Boy, are you going to play?" The first two games were normal. As soon as he appeared, the opponent was messing around. Old Han Yan was in a bad mood and looked at Shanuo coldly, thinking about whether he would take the initiative to kill himself, kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and establish his authority.

"no"

Shanuo was not nervous and answered with confidence, as if it was something worth showing off. He shook the token in his hand, and the doors of the various cabins of the shuttle opened. This time, what came out was not groups of shrimps and camels, but flying swords with different shapes, appearances, and levels, endlessly, lined up in line, gathered in front of the head of the shuttle, turning into a black cloud of swords. The clouds slowly adjusted their arrangement and turned into step-by-step stairs, ten and hundreds of steps, and the steps gradually expanded to the sky opposite Han Yan Lao, which was strange and inexplicable.

"Is this?" Old Han Yan smelled a dangerous smell. After a short while, a woman in black clothes floated out of the shuttle, like a ghost, and settled at the highest level of the flying sword stairs.

"She is her, she, she..." There was an old cultivator who recognized the fingering woman in the Dan League, and she was incoherent in fear.

"Chu Qin Qi's makeup."

The woman raised her head and met Mr. Han Yan's gaze. Her voice was so cold that it sounded cold behind her back.

"Sword Demon is a sword Demon, hasn't she left Chu Qin?" The old Xiu finally said that the disciples who had heard the legend of the sword Demon in the Dan Alliance were suddenly in an uproar. Many younger generations, who have read a few books about Bai Xiaosheng and know everything, also know that this is a master who has become famous in Baishan.

"I resisted the former leader of Lianshui Alliance, and three other golden elixirs, including Shui Ying, and dozens of foundation-building periods, and were undefeated for dozens of hours. The elite of the Long family, the middle-stage Jindan cultivator Long Yueyun, Qi Zhuang?"

Old Han Yan had heard of Qi Zhuang's name, but had never met him. Only then did he know that the woman in front of him who was still in the early stage of the Golden Pill, with an ordinary appearance and a stagnant look like a pool of water was the sword demon Qi Zhuang, Chu Qin's number one hand.

"Hmph, it's hard for your family to settle down. Send a monk in the early stage of the Golden Pill to be the surprise soldier of Laushizi..." He sneered: "It's a pity that I happened to meet. I can only be considered unlucky. Huh?"

When he said this, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, his eyes flew away from Qi Zhuang, and he turned his head and looked back at Yingbo and Zhongxingjun. The two were staring at Qi Zhuang and talking, without any eye contact with him. Finally, they realized something was wrong, their scalp was numb, and anger suddenly surged on the ground.

"This is definitely not a coincidence"

Thinking of this, Qi Zhuang was getting closer and closer along the steps, her silent steps were terrifyingly firm and steady. This woman didn't seem to be fighting for the late Jindan monks, but came to a date with death. The aura she exuded was like using her face to touch the coffin of a close relative, and the coldness that was mixed with the sadness and pain in her heart. Her pale skin was as clear as a corpse frozen in the ice for tens of millions of years, alive, but had been dead for a long time.

As the distance gets closer, Han Yan has already felt that the other party is capable of threatening his life. The decayed, decayed, broken, and good. Once all kinds of flying swords are activated, they may be the burial of their own sword tomb.

"Why is it more and more similar to the aura of her ghostly form under the soul-scattering coffin under the Youquan? "Just when Qi Xiu was venting such a doubt in his heart, Han Yan could no longer withstand the pressure of Qi Zhuang's approaching step by step. He knew that it was extremely embarrassing to be forced to this stage by the early stage monk before he had not yet taken action.

"No matter what conspiracy you have, I will go back and deal with it when I win this game."

He thought about it, but finally he still did the ugly thing of admitting defeat if he didn't appear. "With the attention of thousands of children, I am the head of the Dan League, so I can't be shameless."

He took out the spirit of a late-stage monk, first pinched out a talisman and trembled his hands to hit it. A huge puppet appeared out of thin air on the ground, the golden armor and golden drum, which was actually the third-level [Golden Armored Puppet] that had not appeared in Baishan for a long time.

"The leader uses this in the first move? The Lingmu League has been attacking the mountain for more than ten years, and only this one is left in the sect." The disciple of the Dan League who knows the inside story secretly thought in his heart. With the fall of the talisman alliance, the method of making the Golden Armored Le Puppet has been lost. This puppet that can serve as a meat shield and can also attack sound waves is extremely useful in both single-handed and confrontational battles. It can be said that one is less than one. The value on the market is becoming less expensive, not to mention that it is becoming more and more expensive.

That's not all, he opened his mouth and spit out his own natal magic weapon. The alchemy furnace surrounded by a fifth-level fire dragon was the treasure he relied on to become famous. The phantom of the natal alchemy furnace behind him appeared. Two identical alchemy furnaces were separated from each other, and a raging alchemy fire was ignited, wrapped in the two fire dragons and turned into a scissor shape, and they were twisted towards Qizhuang.

"Why do you do it first?"

Many disciples of the Dan League who could not see the situation clearly still felt a little dissatisfied. In the later stage, they could at least give it a move, right? Otherwise, they would have no face if they win.

Old Han Yan didn't know that they were thinking about this. The ground music puppet hit the golden hammer and the golden drum, and the sound waves rolled towards Qi Zhuang at the same time, working together to kill as soon as possible. However, the body fell rapidly and hid behind the huge body of the golden armor music puppet.

‘Crash, when the fire scissors hit, countless flying swords forming the steps spread out, each hundred and eight swords formed a bee cloud sword formation, and then one hundred and eight sword formations formed a super huge sword formation, sealing every angle from all directions tightly. Qi Zhun's figure had long disappeared in the heavy sword shadows, and the sky was like a flower of a sword formation blooming, and the huge formation covered the sky and the sun. The poor two dragon fire scissors were domineering, melting one broken flying sword after another, destroying one sword formation after another, but the flying swords in the flying shuttle were still replenishing endlessly. The fire scissors were like fish entering the sea, causing at most a little ripples.

The attack of the Golden Armor Le Puppet was even more powerless, and was blocked from the periphery of the sword formation, and could not touch Qi Zhuan's side at all.

Looking at the wonder of the sword formation in the air, the monks on both sides were almost surprised and couldn't stop talking. "It really does not disappoint the name of the sword demon." Zhong Xingjun sorted out his own temples, "It's a pity that he looks average."

Ying Zhongze beside him pursed his lips tightly, looking at the sword formation in the air, his eyes shining with excitement.

Realizing that the fire scissors were ineffective, but the quality of the flying sword that was consciously aligned with makeup was known to be virtual and real. Han Yan Lao decisively changed his call to recall it. The two dragons returned to the alchemy furnace "Flame Fire Burning the Sky". He swallowed a high-level pill and raised the fire to burn the sky with both hands. Endless flames ignited into the sky from the two alchemy furnaces, virtual and real, instantly filling his body with hundreds of feet in a radius. He went up all the way up and headed straight to the bottom of the sword formation, "burning those broken swords" he thought angrily.

Unfortunately, after the fire in the sword formation was cut off, Qi Zhuang was completely out of control. He looked at the boundless fire rising below as if nothing was visible, stretched out his white hand, and held the palm of his palm towards Han Yan, who was hiding behind Le Puppet.

Ten thousand swords in the box guard the secluded land, often sleeping in the solstice tomb. He stayed in the forest without spiritual energy and accompanied Qin Weiyu for many years. He spent all his time fighting and enduring this [Huanyuan Sword Tomb]. How many levels? Anyway, the contents of the book he gave were already full of practice.

The array of arrays in the array is just a cover. Until it was driven by the hunker's power in his palm, the flying swords in the sky seemed to have a real soul, buzzing, like black clouds, and all the flames and puppets suppressed them, like mounds on the tomb, which were used to isolate all the connections between the deceased and the creatures.

"So strong" Zhongxing stood up in a hurry and finally lost his composure and exclaimed.

Qi Zhuang was isolated in the air, and there were scattered flying swords flying out of the shuttle, gathering around her, circling irregularly. On the ground, there was a sword tomb mound. Han Yan Lao was buried below, as if he was still resisting. The place where the Le Puppet was facing was the highest point of the tomb mound, and the fiery flames burned the sword tomb red, and the heat was pouring out.

"Will this lose?"

The Jindan monks who were close to Mr. Han Yan accepted the reality, "Do we want to admit defeat and save the leader?"

"No eyesight"

Ying Bo glared at them, "I'm just at a disadvantage for the time being. Haven't you seen the woman all have any ragged flying swords? It's all turned into molten iron after burning it."

Before he finished speaking, ‘Puff, a muffled sound came from inside, and the sword's tomb mound collapsed nearly a hundred feet at once. The Le Puppet should be finished.

"Wait a little longer, wait, give the head confidence"

Yingbo once again stopped everyone from giving in.

"But if the head of the sect voluntarily admits defeat, no one can hear it." A young disciple retorted and was immediately slapped by Ying Ji, "Crow Mouth, do you want the head of the sect to lose?" The old and young man of the Ying brother cursed fiercely.

Chu Qin naturally started to laugh and laugh. Time was too slow for them, but too fast for Dan League. After Han Yan had been in for more than an hour, the signs of activity in the sword tomb became smaller and smaller, and the heat began to dissipate.

"The Master"

Thousands of children from the Dan League shouted shrillly, and many people were crying.

"We give in"

A Dan League Jindan finally realized that the atmosphere was wrong. He took advantage of the Ying brothers' unpreparedness and rushed out of the shuttle and admitted defeat.

After hearing this, Qi Zhuang gave Qi Xiu a look and then drifted back to the shuttle like a ghost. The flying sword behind him rolled back like a curtain. Only more than 3,000 handles on the outer layer of the sword tomb followed her back. Gradually, the inside of the sword tomb that appeared had completely burned into a large metal shell, which was as high as round hills. The Dan League members hurried forward and smashed it open, snatching out the iron mixed with iron, most of Han Yan, who was as charred as charcoal.

"There is still air, there is still air"

At this stage, Han Yan was not dead. They cried and laughed and surrounded him, and offered all kinds of elixirs to the head of the sect to heal his wounds. They intentionally or unintentionally blocked the Ying brothers from the periphery.

At night, Chu Qin flew up and an uninvited guest came.

"What about killing him? Now all the people in the Dan League are fucking guarding me."

Ying Bo, who was still humiliating Qi Xiu during the day, was now a VIP guest on the seat, nagging resentfully, only blamed Qi Zhuang for not killing Han Yan Lao.

"I promise to bring you to power. Han Yan will never die. It's not a big problem. Besides, it's meaningless to make this deadly enemy." Qi Xiu Gao sat in the main seat, and there was no trace of being beaten miserably during the day. He smiled leisurely.

"You really have a way to make me the leader of the Dan League?" Yingbo's voice showed unconcealed enthusiasm.

"The head of the common affairs." Qi Xiu corrected the other party's mistake, "The leader of the Dan League is still in the hands of Han Tianqing, and I have no choice."

"Justice leader, why do you say you have a solution? The bronze oil lamp is still in the hands of the monk surnamed Han. If Han Tianqing can go down the mountain, what's the use of me fighting for this position?" Ying Bo was worried and kept asking.

"That's my business, I will do it myself, you don't have to worry about it."

Qi Xiu glanced at him coldly, "I had a mountain war between Lingmu League and I, and Old Yan, shrunk and dared not attack from behind. Not long ago, He Huanzong went north to surround Lihuo City, and he sat down and watched Lingmu Lihuo mobilize a large number of monks outside the Danqing Mountain to return to the rescue. It is really annoying to have alliances with such people. In terms of geographical terms, Dan League is natural ally with He Huanzong and I, Chu Qin, but we don't need a leader like him who will only shrink back to Danqing Mountain when encountering setbacks, and will not even seize opportunities. This is the most fundamental reason for helping you get to power."
To be continued...