Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Ever since the two of them fought, Qin Fengming has been paying attention to the huge forbidden array in the valley. After the fight, he even deliberately forced the old man who knew the spirit away from the sky above the valley.

What made him feel slightly different was that the huge restriction did not reveal how powerful the attack was.

It seems that it is just restraining itself from attacking the monks inside and consuming its own mana.

Because of the thick protective wall, it was difficult for Qin Fengming to see what was going on in the formation even if his consciousness was strong. Therefore, he had no idea what the condition of the trapped monk inside was.

At this time, seeing the giant array making such a terrifying sound, and the huge fluorescent light shining on the restricted wall, Qin Fengming naturally knew that the people trapped by the magic weapon at this time already knew that the power of the magic array was greatly reduced, and began to attack with all their strength. The magic circle rises.

The huge wall was expanding and surging, as if it would burst and collapse at any time. Qin Fengming frowned slightly. He understood that the huge restriction seemed overwhelming, but it was definitely not something that could be broken in a short time.

Without any hesitation, Xuanwei Qingyan Sword was waved out.

At this moment, Qin Fengming has almost fully activated the maximum sword radiance attack of the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword. The magic power in his body is like the bursting of a river, spurting out from the huge sword blade in his hand, turning into thick sword radiance, and shooting towards the huge shield in the distance. wall.

The huge wall was shaking so much that the old man Tongshen was shocked.

He understands the drawback of this magic weapon, that is, this giant array is not one body, but three giant arrays united together. When operating at full power, three monks are required to drive three magic circles at the same time.

Originally, with two people gone, he alone could suppress the restrained female cultivator, but in the face of Qin Fengming's sudden attack, the old man had already lost control of the magic circle.

Even if he tried his best at this time, it would be difficult to intercept Qin Fengming's sudden sword attack.

Although the old man could not stop Qin Fengming from taking action, he did not give up. Under the protection of the shield magic weapon, the body suddenly flashed out and shot towards the sky above the valley.

His original intention was to quickly submerge into the magic circle, and then use all his strength to control the magic circle to deal with the formation-breaking attacks of the female cultivators in the magic circle and the slashing sword blades of the young monks.

As long as he personally controls the magic circle, he will be confident enough to withstand the joint attack of the two.

He thought very well, but since Qin Fengming had already taken action, there was no way he could let him go back to the magic circle. The fingers quickly kneaded the secret, and the divine thoughts spurred out.

A sound of wind and thunder suddenly resounded on the spot.

Thick clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, the surrounding sky and earth suddenly became dark, and an extremely frightening and terrifying sound of wind howling resounded throughout the world. Flying sand and rocks, green sword blades suddenly appeared around the old man. The thunder resounded, a roar that went straight into the mind, making the old man's mind dizzy.

Thick electric arcs rapidly interspersed among the clouds in the sky, turning into terrifying lightning flashes. Along with the deafening sound waves, the sword blade suddenly enveloped the old man's body from top to bottom.

Amidst the rolling thick clouds, huge sword blades shot out, and suddenly appeared on the scene with an extremely cold aura.

Almost instantly, the Four Elephant Sword Formation formed around the old man.

After a moment of fighting, Qin Fengming also understood that the old man in front of him at the early stage of spiritual enlightenment was as powerful as a monk in the middle stage of spiritual enlightenment. Just relying on conventional techniques can only compete with it, but it is absolutely impossible to completely kill it.

If you want to severely damage it, you can only use some trump cards.

Under the cover of the ghost-eating mist, he directly sacrificed his natal magic weapon, the Four Symbols Qingyan Sword.

Based on Qin Fengming's attainments and knowledge of the formation, he can naturally judge that although the monks in the formation cannot break the formation instantly, as long as he helps with all his strength, the giant formation may be destroyed by him and him in just a moment. The monks in the circle worked together to break it.

No matter whether the person inside was Fairy Lingrui or not, as long as she showed up, he thought it would be much easier to deal with this spiritual cultivator than him.

There is the obstruction of the Four Elephant Sword Formation,

The old man's figure, which was flying rapidly, was finally blocked and trapped in the sword formation.

"Boom!~~" As Qin Fengming controlled the Qing Yan Sword with all his strength, a huge roar suddenly resounded from the huge wall.

The majestic energy spread out, and the huge wall suddenly shattered as the roar resounded.

As the majestic energy dissipated, a beautiful female cultivator in her forties was already suspended in the sky above the valley.

This female cultivator has a slightly plump figure and a very beautiful appearance. Although she is old, she has an elegant temperament that is difficult for most female cultivators to possess.

His expression was calm, and he did not show any signs of losing his composure because he was surrounded by restrictions.

"Thank you for your help, little friend. I will definitely be grateful to you when I handle this matter. Now please release Xu Zheng and let me capture and kill him."

The female cultivator did not hesitate at all. As soon as she appeared, she spoke politely to Qin Fengming.

Although this female cultivator saw the peripheral situation without being in the magic circle, she was also a wise person. In an instant, she already understood that Qin Fengming was here to help her.

"If the seniors take action, the juniors will naturally get what they want."

Qin Fengming didn't say much. He bowed and saluted, and quickly waved out the magic formula in his hand.

A whooshing sound resounded, and the Four Elephant Sword Formation was immediately withdrawn by him. The old man, who had lost an arm and was holding two giant umbrellas to resist the attack of the sword formation, reappeared on the scene.

"Ah, you escaped from the trap." As soon as he appeared, the old man suddenly exclaimed, and his face turned pale.

Xu Zheng and Fairy Lingrui had already fought against each other. Back then, he and Zhu Zhicheng had only been able to resist them by joining forces. Now he was alone and missing an arm, so he was no match for the female cultivator.

"Huh, you've come to the end of your life today."

The female cultivator didn't say much, she snorted softly, and five groups of pink glow naturally shot out from the sleeves of her robe. During the flash, they suddenly expanded and turned into five pink plum blossoms about a foot in size.

The plum blossoms are gorgeous, and the whole body is wrapped in a ball of pink fluorescence. As the plum blossoms unfold, a rich fragrance, hidden in a cold and biting breath, suddenly spreads out from the plum blossoms.

As soon as the icy plum fragrance appeared, Qin Fengming's heart suddenly trembled. Without any hesitation, the mana in his body surged, and the soul-devouring ghost fire immediately covered all his meridians.

The five plum blossoms only showed a little, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace.

When it emerged again, it had already appeared around the old man. A pink mist containing an icy aura instantly enveloped the old man along with the huge umbrella cover.

The plum blossoms flashed, and the extremely weak voice of Weng Ming resounded through the pink mist.

There was no sound of fierce fighting, and after only a dozen breaths, five plum blossoms appeared in a flash, and in a flash they were collected into the sleeves of the robe by the female cultivator.

The pink mist dissipated, leaving no trace of items on the spot. The old man in the early stages of his spiritual journey had also disappeared.

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