Pagoda Immortality

Three!

Two!

One!

The cold and ruthless voice echoed in the sky.

Lu Li and Ye Xuanqiu were more than ten miles apart, looking at each other coldly, but neither of them was in a hurry to attack.

Ye Xuanqiu pointed the long sword in his hand diagonally and shouted indifferently: "Lu Li, in today's battle, either you die or I die! Do you have anything else to say!"

The sword is three feet long, dark green, the sword tip is azure white, and the cold light flashes, which is Qingyun.

Lu Li's expression is solemn, but his tone is very calm: "The person who died will not be me. If you have any last words, just say it."

"Arrogant!"

Ye Xuanqiu's face sank, his wrist shook lightly, and the Qingyun sword trembled, and a long chant came out: "Come and fight!"

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Xuanqiu raised the sword and pointed it, dancing lightly in the air. In an instant, infinite sword light broke through the air, forming a huge torrent of sword energy, rushing towards Lu Li.

Lu Li narrowed his eyes slightly, dodged and retreated, and a brick broke through the air as he flipped his hand. During the flip, the spiritual light flashed, magnified countless times, and smashed into the sword energy torrent like a small mountain!

Bang bang bang bang......!

As soon as the sword energy torrent and the brick collided, there was a deafening roar. As the sword light exploded, the surging aftermath surged towards the void like a flood.

The brick was unstoppable and instantly swallowed up the long river of sword energy for four or five miles, causing Ye Xuanqiu to frown slightly, but as he exerted force again, the long river of sword energy suddenly surged in power, forcing the brick back two or three miles.

In this case, neither of them dared to use this move easily.

Because no matter which side let go first, it is possible to be strongly crushed by the other side, so for a while, they fell into a stalemate.

The huge bricks shone with spiritual light, and the surging river of sword energy continuously hit the bricks, making a rumbling sound, and the terrifying residual power swept around in waves.

The whole sky was buzzing and shaking, and the scene was very spectacular.

But at this moment.

Lu Li stomped his feet suddenly, and countless green vines swept out from under his feet. In the blink of an eye, they lurked under the long river of sword energy and approached Ye Xuanqiu's body.

"One mind, two purposes!"

Ye Xuanqiu was suddenly shocked when he saw this. He didn't expect Lu Li to use two magical powers at the same time. But his reaction was also not slow. With a thought, a golden bead flew out of the storage ring.

The bead sank to the bottom of his feet, and burst open with a snap, turning into a golden sword cloud several miles in size, blocking the Xuan vines that were attacking from below.

At the same time, his face darkened, and he threw the Qingyun Sword in his hand directly. With a turn of the magic formula in his hand, the Qingyun Sword suddenly surged hundreds of feet, and followed the long river of sword energy that had not yet dissipated, and hit the brick with a fierce blow.

Snap! ! !

Suddenly, the huge brick broke into two halves.

The extremely large Qingyun Sword flashed and appeared in front of Lu Li in the next moment.

"Illusion!"

Lu Li narrowed his eyes, and decisively used the Illusion Formula, splitting himself into nine parts and flying in all directions.

The Illusion Formula is one of the moves of the God Hidden Art. This technique was good in the past, but at the level of fusion, it is basically useless and can only temporarily paralyze the opponent.

As long as the opponent senses it, he can easily know which one is the real body.

Sure enough, after the hundred-foot giant sword missed, it just paused slightly, and then changed its body to normal size, and then turned extremely lightly and chased after Lu Li's body.

"Where are you running to!"

Ye Xuanqiu sneered, and with a pinch of magic, the wind and clouds surged again in front of him, preparing to attack Lu Li from the front and back.

But!

Before Ye Xuanqiu could use his own methods, Lu Li, who was being chased by the Qingyun Sword, took the lead. Lu Li suddenly pinched a magic formula, and a muffled sound of "boom!" came from the sky.

At the same time, the sky and the earth darkened, and a huge purple-gold hammer appeared above Ye Xuanqiu's head.

Ye Xuanqiu's face changed, and he decisively gave up attacking Lu Li. His figure blurred for a while, and he flew out of the purple-gold hammer, but because of the suppression from above, his speed was much slower than normal.

The Qingyun Sword is spiritual, and it can attack actively without Ye Xuanqiu's control.

Lu Li was being chased by the Qingyun Sword, and it was difficult for him to perform the "One Hammer to Separate the Worlds" normally. In anger, he opened his mouth and spit out the Huanyue Sword directly, pointing at the Qingyun Sword and saying: "Destroy it!"

The Huanyue Sword received the order, and suddenly a flash of light flashed, and flew towards the Qingyun Sword like a peregrine falcon. When it was close, the sword turned, and then slashed fiercely, and with a bang, it directly chopped the Qingyun Sword away.

But surprisingly, the Huanyue Sword, a seventh-level life spirit weapon, only left a shallow mark on the Qingyun Sword with this attack, and failed to cut it off.

On the other hand, although Lu Li's "One Hammer to Separate the Worlds" failed to hurt Ye Xuanqiu, it successfully interrupted Ye Xuanqiu's casting, allowing Lu Li to free up his hands to sacrifice the Huanyue Sword.

Now that the Huanyue Sword was restraining the Qingyun Sword.

He could finally let go and fight.

Ye Xuanqiu had just left the range of the giant hammer, and suddenly heard a cold voice in his ear, "Ye Lin! ', and as soon as the voice fell, the entire sky turned black.

This kind of darkness is extraordinary, not the darkness of nightfall.

It is the feeling of being in a black quagmire, making it hard to breathe.

Ye Xuanqiu's heart was pounding. He found that his sensing range was only ten feet in front of him. Neither his soul nor his eyesight could penetrate this distance.

Under the rising crisis, Ye Xuanqiu could not help but shout in a deep voice: "Sword Man Formation!"

At the same time, he made a dozen spells like lightning. In a flash, the golden light on his body increased, and three golden figures appeared beside him.

A closer look revealed that the three figures were exactly the same as Ye Xuanqiu, and they were full of golden light and sword energy, which looked quite extraordinary.

Three swordmen who looked exactly like Ye Xuanqiu protected Ye Xuanqiu in the center like a horn, and under Ye Xuanqiu's control, they carefully spread out to the surroundings.

As the three swordmen gradually dispersed, Ye Xuanqiu's vision also became wider.

"What kind of trick is this?"

Seeing this, Lu Li, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but secretly praise the magic of this move. But then he smiled coldly, and when the spell was turned, the space also made a buzzing sound.

The blank area that was originally opened by the sword formation instantly returned to darkness.

"How is it possible!"

Ye Xuanqiu's pupils shrank. He found that he had lost contact with the three swordsmen, and even the sensing range of his own body was less than one foot. This distance was quite fatal.

Ye Xuanqiu's heart was beating wildly, and he was about to condense Yuan Gang.

"Hmph!"

However, before Ye Xuanqiu's Yuan Gang rose, Lu Li took the lead. He saw a flash of black light on his hand, and the space suddenly shook violently. The night suddenly shrank and directly imprisoned Ye Xuanqiu in place.

Ye Xuanqiu's mind was greatly shocked, but it was difficult to make any reaction.

Then, a sword sound broke through the air.

The magic moon flashed, and with a puff, it fiercely pierced through Ye Xuanqiu's chest, leaving a long blood line.

The next moment, the night retreated.

"Is it defeated?"

Ye Xuanqiu's face was pale, looking at the blood hole as big as a bowl on his chest, his eyes were full of unwillingness, he slowly raised his head and looked at Lu Li, his lips moving, as if he wanted to say something.

However, before he could speak, the Magic Moon Sword that had already flown out suddenly turned back and cut off his head with a horizontal cut.

Ye Xuanqiu's body fell down uncontrollably.

Lu Li grabbed the Magic Moon Sword in the air, and heard the emotionless voice again: "Number 33 wins!"