Mortal Immortal Palace

Witch Su Fang looked at Wang Xiandao and the others, "Let's attack together and send him away first."

Wang Xiandao and Taiyu monk also looked serious. Even they seemed to be at a disadvantage against Zhou Qing.

Even the many Nascent Soul cultivators outside frowned.

They also felt the power of the thunder method, which was almost infinitely close to the minor supernatural power.

As the Taoist master of the Samsara Sect, their eyesight was naturally not bad.

They had already seen how powerful Zhou Qing was.

Wang Xiandao shouted, "Let's attack together and send him away first."

The next moment, his body seemed to burst with fairy light.

A purple long sword fell from his hand.

A terrifying lightning light rose from his head and turned into a purple thunder spear.

The spear flashed and merged into the long sword in his hand.

Wang Xiandao's eyes were cold, like an unparalleled fairy god.

Raising his hand and waving it, a purple thunder light turned into a light that looked like a spear and a sword.

With infinite destructive power, it swept towards Zhou Qing.

Wherever it passed, infinite thunder roared and countless spiritual energy was attracted.

The first magical power of the True Immortal Dao - Purple Thunder Spear.

It almost exerted the destructive power of thunder to the extreme, and it was purely destructive to any spells and materials.

This magical power was also cultivated by him to the third-level spell level, coupled with the top-grade spiritual weapon Purple Thunder Sword in his hand.

It also increased the power of this spell by more than 30%.

Monk Taiyu on the side was filled with endless golden light. At this time, he seemed to have turned into a golden Buddha, as tall as three feet.

A golden relic on his head was flashing, causing the Buddha light around him to surge by 30%.

He raised his hand and a golden giant palm was slapped out, sweeping towards Zhou Qing.

This golden giant palm continued to expand as it approached Zhou Qing, as if it was covering the sky and the sun and was about to suppress him with one blow.

The witch Su Fang's eyes were vague, and she danced a strange dance, and her whole body was filled with a dreamlike brilliance.

The sound of Ding Ding Ding surrounded her.

An invisible mysterious force had swept towards Zhou Qing.

The power was directed at the spirit, and once it was contaminated, it would fall into mental confusion.

The other five sect disciples also launched attacks again without hesitation.

For a moment, the spells and spiritual weapon brilliance like a landslide and tsunami came towards Zhou Qing.

Facing the siege from all sides, Zhou Qing was like a small boat at this time.

The small thunder escape technique broke out instantly, avoiding it like a stream of light.

All the attacks seemed to lock on him and followed his escape technique.

But Zhou Qing just pulled away, he was never afraid of this siege.

He came to the top of the Qiankun world silently, and looked at the eight monks who were besieging him below.

Eight terrifying brilliances came towards him, as if they would drown him in the next moment.

Zhou Qing moved his mind, and eight spiritual swords rushed out almost instantly.

Hunyuan Sword Formation.

The next moment, he made a sword gesture.

The Soul Returning Technique silently operated, and the power of the minor supernatural power level gave him unlimited spiritual power, which could exert the power of this sword formation to the limit of his consciousness in an instant.

In an instant, three million sword energies appeared out of thin air.

The gray sword light was like a river, lake, or sea. Under his control, it turned into a huge dragon and rushed towards the eight rays of light rising below.

The first thing to be covered by this sword light dragon was the purple thunder sword light.

Incorporating the power of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder Spear, this attack almost reached the full force of a fake Dan cultivator.

But facing the terrifying dragon, the entire purple thunder sword light exploded directly at the moment of contact.

Not even a wave could rise, and it was directly destroyed.

The next one was the golden Buddha palm that broke out from Monk Taiyu.

It turned directly into powder under the dragon.

As for the attacks of the other few people, they also shattered like ice melting and disintegrating.

Everyone took a breath, but before they could come to their senses, the infinite sword energy had already submerged them like a torrent.

Boom boom boom.

Their protective light exploded one by one, and the three million sword energies were simply not something they could resist.

Even if they were divided into eight parts, they could not stop it.

A weak force of space rules enveloped them and sent them all out directly.

When the three million sword energies disappeared, Zhou Qing was the only one standing among the eight spiritual swords in the entire Qiankun world.

The aura covered the sky, and the whole scene was invincible.

The invincible aura shocked everyone.

The Taoist Ziyun of the True Immortal Dao also showed a trace of shock in his eyes.

"Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, and ice, eight kinds of sword formations."

"This seems to be the Hunyuan Sword Formation that has been lost for thousands of years."

For a moment, all the Yuanying cultivators of the sects were shocked.

Some of them had heard of the Hunyuan Sword Formation, and some had not.

But the power displayed by this flying sword at this time made them feel deeply shocked.

The attack just now could definitely reach the power of the weakest Jindan cultivator.

This has already broken the bottleneck of the realm. This is a true peerless genius.

Even the Taoist Refining Spirit had his eyes wide open, and couldn't believe that the attack Zhou Qing just launched was so terrible.

Taoist Ziyun took a deep breath, "This sword fight ends here."

"The first in the sword fight, Wang Yunlong of the Wanfa Sect."

As the voice fell, the whole audience was silent.

None of the foundation-building cultivators objected. They saw the sword just now.

It was really overwhelming and there was no resistance.

The cultivators of the Tianjian Sect and the Wanjian lineage looked at the power of the sword formation, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

"Too powerful, really too powerful."

"I'm afraid that my Tianjian Sect's Ten Thousand Swords Return to One is only this good."

The defeated Taoist Wang Xian, Monk Taiyu and Witch Su Fang all looked gloomy.

Their dignified Samsara Sect's Taoist master was actually defeated by a younger cultivator, and he lost even when surrounded by many people.

The worst thing was that he was defeated without any chance to resist.

This was simply unimaginable for them, but they had to admit it.

Even the three of them felt a little fear in their hearts.

"Is there such a person in this era?" Taoist Wang Xian was incredible.

This was already a challenge to his cognition.

Even in his era, such a level of genius seemed to have never appeared.

Witch Su Fang was also shocked.

Practicing the method of the Heavenly Demon made her feel more clearly how powerful Zhou Yi's spirit was.

"That is the spiritual essence that has surpassed the foundation-building level. His spiritual strength can even be comparable to that of a Jindan cultivator."

"How did this monster practice?"

The world of heaven and earth opened silently, and Zhou Qing landed on the top of the mountain.

Taoist Ziyun's voice sounded, "First in sword fighting."

"One top-notch magic flying sword - the invisible sword, one top-grade soul-nourishing pill, and three pure yang energies."

As the voice fell, a flying sword and pill shrouded in light came towards Zhou Qing and flashed in front of him.

Zhou Qing looked at the transparent flying sword in front of him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.