Inquiry about immortality

Chapter 452 A Beam of Light
The distance was still far away, but the terrifying scene made everyone secretly palpitate, showing extremely nervous expressions.

Only a monk in the alchemy stage can cause such terrible destructive power.

Qin Sang raised his head and stared straight at him, his mind was racing with thoughts.

He looked at the battle formation from the corner of his eye, and luckily, their team was assigned to the rear half of the left wing, and they could withdraw as quickly as possible when the situation was not good.

There is Mu Yifeng to assist him, and the other fellow students are not far away, so they can lend a helping hand at any time, so they don't have to worry about dying inexplicably.

However, unless there is a big rout, no one dares to run away, otherwise they will be cut.

With Xiaohanyu's current strength, he will not be afraid of the Skywalking Alliance at all, and will not collapse at the first touch. This battle still has to be fought.

Qin Sang skillfully sacrificed the magic weapon, the cold golden sword swam around his body, and prepared the Yin-Yang compass and a magic weapon in the shape of an iron rope.

After countless battles, Qin Sang's magic weapons have been replaced several times, and the Yin-Yang Compass and Hanjin Sword are still in use, because these two magic weapons are the most convenient.

However, the appearance of the Cold Gold Sword has changed a lot compared to three years ago. Qin Sang started to refine the Cold Gold Sword every time he got suitable spiritual materials.

Mu Yifeng had never participated in this kind of big battle, he was a little uneasy, and came over via voice transmission: "Junior Brother Qin, you have rich experience, please give me some advice, what should I do later?"

Qin Sang reassured: "Brother Mu, with your cultivation, you don't need to worry too much. You must be calm at any time! Remember not to be greedy for merit and get out of the battle..."

Qin Sang taught the same to other members of the team.

This experience is the reason why he is still alive and kicking.

Mu Yifeng let out a breath slowly, and made up his mind, "I'll follow Junior Brother closely..."

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield is getting closer and closer.

Qin Sang and Mu Yifeng also had no intention of talking, and stared at the dark clouds in the distance, as if they were facing an enemy.

Among the dark clouds, the naked eye can't tell which side has the upper hand at all, and can only see figures like demon gods.

Every time the magic weapon collided, there was a flash of rainbow light, and the aftermath alone set off a huge wave in the water.

It was not the first time for Qin Sang to observe the battle between monks in the alchemy period, but every time he saw it, he was still shocked and yearning.

This battle was more intense than anything Qin Sang had seen before.

Because all the alchemy cultivators on both sides were mobilized, deputy island master Xiao hurriedly left a statement, and then sword transformed Changhong and joined the battlefield as quickly as possible.

There was commotion all around.

Whenever there is a calmness in major events, Qin Sang still maintains a calm expression on his face, looking back and forth around the dark clouds and thunder and lightning, but he didn't see the foundation cultivators of the Skywalking League. Could it be that they haven't arrived yet?
At this moment, Qin Sang's eyes suddenly focused, and there seemed to be something strange in the dark clouds.

Mu Yifeng next to him also noticed it, and Qin Sang sent him a voice transmission, and pointed it out to him, "Junior Brother Qin, look at that beam of light!"

What Mu Yifeng pointed to was the depths of the dark clouds.

Even the dark clouds in the sky couldn't block the beam of light. The beam of light was not bright enough to compare with the thunder and lightning galloping around. It was as soft as moonlight, but it was still clearly visible from such a distance.

This beam of light descended from the sky like a sword, piercing through the dark clouds.

It is connected to the Galaxy at the top and Mizusawa at the bottom.

The light in the beams has a rhythm, and there seems to be a strange power passing between the beams.

Qin Sang raised her head vigorously, but could only see the light beam disappearing into the depths of the stars, without knowing the end, so she had to look down at the vast water, looking for the source.

Beams fall in water.

The waters were affected by the war, and the wind was high and the waves were rough.

But at the position where it was in contact with the light beam, the small piece of water shone with a mercury-like luster, just like a mirror, calm and weird, no matter how big the water waves were, once they got close, they would be silently swallowed by the light beam.

"This is……"

Qin Sang noticed that the falling point of the light beam happened to be the center of the battlefield, and his heart moved, he stared at the water area, and murmured: "Is the Zhitian Peak in the mirror?"

Immediately, Qin Sang discovered that there were faint fluctuations of restraint in the luster of the mirror, but this kind of restraint was something Qin Sang had never seen before, just like the beam of light, Qin Sang could not see through it.

I can only guess based on experience that the mirror restriction may be able to arouse the power of the stars, which is definitely not easy.

More and more people discover the existence of beams and are amazed.

However, they soon lost their mood for discussion.

Due to the south, countless escaping lights formed an uncompromising glow, entering their field of vision, and indeed their opponents also arrived.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.

The two sides had a very tacit understanding, and they changed their direction at the same time, avoiding the battlefield of monks in the alchemy stage.

The distance between each other is getting closer and closer, and under the sky full of stars, you can already see the ferocious expression of the enemy on the opposite side.

"Get up!"

Qin Sang gave a loud shout.

In the battle formation, there are many formation eyes, all of which are famous masters like Qin Sang and Senior Brother Rong. Each of them 'controls' an area and gathers the strength of the surrounding comrades to fight against the enemy.

Although Qin Sang's cultivation level was inferior, Wuyingjian's reputation was strong enough, and he didn't miss a single battle. No one was more qualified than him.

The rest were silent, only these masters were communicating through sound transmission.

The time has come to issue orders together.

Following Qin Sang's order, all the monks around him shouted in unison, mobilizing their spiritual power together, sending them out from their bodies, and gathering around Qin Sang.

Qin Sang raised his hands high, and the spiritual power of everyone fused together in his palm, turning into a dazzling ball of light, which was not inferior to the bright moon in the sky in the eyes of those around him.

A steady stream of spiritual power swarmed in, and it was very difficult just to control it. Qin Sang's arms were bulging with veins, and his body was trembling slightly.

Everyone condensed into one, but unfortunately, although the battle formation is strong, its power cannot be superimposed without limit, otherwise Qin Sang will definitely explode and die.

Now, the limit has been reached.

Mu Yifeng and others guard Qin Sang to prevent accidents.

"Congeal!"

When the ball of light condensed to the extreme, Qin Sang gritted her teeth and quickly formed an extremely complicated seal formula. As the seal formula changed, the ball of light also changed rapidly, and gradually a rudimentary form of an air knife was born.

The air knife is only one foot long, the blade is slender, bright as jade, and the front end is pointed upwards, looking very small and delicate.

No one dares to underestimate the air knife with the power of so many foundation builders.

There was a cold light shining on the blade, and when looking at the air knife with the naked eye, there was an illusion of being torn apart.

Together with Qin Sang, Senior Brother Rong and others also made the same movement.

A pair of air knives with similar shapes formed above the battle formation, and then under the control of Qin Sang and others, they all flew towards the front of the battle formation.

An exhaust knife pointed at the battle formation of the Tianxing League.

At the same time, the enemies on the opposite side were not far behind, and they formed a wind formation.

The hurricane swept in, carrying countless frightening wind blades.

(End of this chapter)