Rune Master

Zhang Feng's eyes were fixed, and the Qi Contemplating Technique fell on Qing Li.

Compared with the observation of the gas volume of dead objects, this method is slightly blurred when applied to humans, and only a general outline can be seen.

I saw small rays of light all over the enchantment, pulling the power of the spiritual rune away from the cultivator, but the one connected to Qing Li was just the opposite, sending the power back into his body.

Comparing one increase and one decrease, Qingli naturally became more frustrated and courageous.

There was a soreness in his eyes, and the brilliance of the enchantment made Zhang Feng close his eyes subconsciously, but it was too late, and tears flowed out of his eyes continuously.

"Senior brother." The bystanders asked anxiously, "Your eyes?"

Zhang Feng had no choice but to withdraw the Qi Contemplation Technique, only to feel the sourness subside, "Don't bother with me, you all fight for it with all your strength."

Having said that, the following situation is not always in their favor.

The enchantment has been formed, and all invaders who invade Yancheng can feel the loss of power in their bodies no matter where they hide.

But those who were captured by Jingchen, affected by the restricted contract, only felt that the power in their bodies was inexhaustible, as if they had the help of a god.

"Brother, we can't hold on like this, let's retreat."

Seeing that Qingli has almost turned from one-sided suppression to now, and can't attack for a long time, many people have the idea of ​​retreating.

Zhang Feng accelerated the circulation of the power of the talisman, tried his best to suppress the sequelae of the qi observation technique, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, "No, since we have come, there is no reason to go back empty-handed." Paper appears between two fingers.

"This is?" The person next to him was startled, "Thunderbolt Talisman?!"

Zhang Feng said with a sneer, "Perfect Xuan-level appearance, I don't believe I can't take him down."

A black-level thunderstorm talisman with perfect appearance means that it can deliver a blow comparable to a heaven-level monk!

"This, this, this!" With such a big game, others reminded uncertainly, "Qing Li is from the Demon Sea Doumen." The first-rank sect and the others can't afford to provoke them at present.

"People died for money, and we all signed life and death certificates to come in." Zhang Feng's tone did not fluctuate, "What can we do if we die without a corpse?" He said meaningfully, "Everyone here is an accomplice."

Due to the existence of the Demon Sea Purgatory, the field of vision was not clear. Although the others expected that Zhang Feng had another move, they didn't know that what he took out was the Thunderbolt Talisman.

The people of the same sect stepped back one after another, allowing enough buffer time for the explosion of the talisman paper to avoid accidental injury.

Amidst the churning black clouds, the thunderstorm talisman was activated, and several small thunderbolts flashed and wrapped around it, and they could deliver a shocking blow only after flying out.

Qing Li paused when he performed the spell, and a strong sense of crisis came to his heart, the feeling of being locked in by someone was really bad.

"Whoosh." At this moment, the sound of piercing through the air passed by the ear, with such force that it drove away the tumbling black clouds and opened a passage.

He only had time to see that it was a sword, the blade was slender and pierced three inches into the ground without any tremor.

The whistling air came from a very far away, just following the tail end of the sword body, it seemed that it couldn't keep up with the speed of the flying sword, so it could only follow behind.

The black cloud was forced to disperse to both sides, Qing Li trembled uncontrollably, and looked at where the long sword came from.

Standing on the half-person-high platform below the sculpture is a man with black hair and black eyes, graceful and graceful, with invisible sword energy surrounding his body, which makes people feel irresistible.

Silent everywhere.

Such a strong sword energy!Qing Li recognized this person at a glance.

Looking at the other party's whole body, the aura and the long sword come from the same vein, one can imagine that the fierce attack was made by him.

"Who is it!" Zhang Feng put his hands behind his back, the wound on the tiger's mouth was deeply bone-deep, and there were still a few strands of sword intent remaining, making it impossible to heal the wound with magic power.

On the ground three steps away behind him, the long sword pierced through the center of the Thunderbolt Talisman, and was firmly nailed to the ground.

"Senior Brother!" The pointed-jawed young man took a deep breath, but he could see clearly the process just now.

The speed and precision of the long sword were unavoidable. If it aimed at the heart of any person present, it might not be the talisman but the corpse that was nailed at this moment.

What's even more frightening is that the Thunderbolt Talisman was clearly destroyed after it was activated. It should have exploded due to unstable energy fluctuations, but at this moment the power of the explosion was completely absorbed by the long sword!

What grade should the long sword on the ground be if the talisman paper that can destroy the perfect appearance of Xuan grade?

For a moment, everyone's eyes were attracted by the man, and they stopped in horror.

Ling Yi walked down slowly, and nodded slightly when passing the sluggish Qingli, "It's hard work."

Qing Li, "..." Because Mao felt inexplicably moved, was he cured in minutes?

Ahhh!Obviously he was forced to help defend the city, but he felt honored to be told... Could it be that he has some hidden tendency to be masochistic? !

"Who are you?" As Ling Yi moved forward, someone subconsciously stepped back.

"Stabbed." The sword was drawn out again, and the tip of the Acacia sword drew a long deep mark on the ground, which happened to be even with the place where the long sword was nailed to the ground, almost including most of the people present.

"Those who cross this line." Ling Yi raised his eyes, "Death."

The audience was silent.

……

The colorful phantom mist filled the air, and as Huang Fei urged the spiritual seal to become more viscous, the original gas seemed to be turning into a liquid, and people in it seemed to be wrapped in mud, and their movements were sluggish.

Ming Lie didn't believe in evil, he opened his mouth and inhaled fiercely, his head was like a big ball bulging, "Bah bah." As much air goes in, he spits it out, "It's so unpalatable."

Jing Chen rolled his eyes, "How hungry are you?"

The snake's head drooped, and its two horns were dull, "Don't you want to experience the feeling of going berserk, I knew it would be so boring, I might as well go with the little baby."

The little baby naturally refers to Asura, everyone has their own things to do, and he is also busy seeing his friends, and disappears after a while.

"As far as I know." Jing Chen said with a half-smile, "Asura doesn't treat you very well."

Ming Lie choked, and said sadly, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if he is so ignorant of snakes, he will suffer a lot in the future."

The corner of Jingchen's mouth twitched, and he said without sincerity, "Thank you for your reminder."

"You're welcome." Minglie was walking, and the snake's head rose up with the strength of its abdomen, and it was at eye level with Jingchen. "What are you going to do now? The fog is getting thicker."

"Wait." Jing Chen shrugged, "He likes to shrink back, we always have to cooperate with the trick..."

"No!" Huang Fei yelled, but it still came from various places, and he couldn't tell where he was. "You inherit the ancient blood, why is it not affected?"

The surrounding mist has been deliberately refined to an extremely high concentration. According to Jing Chen's cultivation base, even if he only inhales it, he should be able to reveal his true colors.

Jingchen smiled slightly, turned his fingertips, and played a chess piece silently, submerged in the mist, "You are stupid, who told you that they call me uncle, so they must have inherited the ancient blood?"

Thinking that he just came to the Blue Leaf Small World before he even finished the ceremony, where did he find the time to inherit it?

Hands formed seals, and six stars lit up all around, flickering and extinguishing in the mist. When the power of the talisman flowed to each other, the seven-color mist seemed to be suppressed by some force and dispersed like a tide, revealing a vacuum circle with Jing Chen as the center.

Ming Lie flicked his tail lazily, his vertical pupils looked over slowly, and suddenly the tail was thrown out like a long whip, hit somewhere with a "snap" and quickly retracted.

The fog dissipated, Huang Fei revealed his true body, backed away quickly in astonishment, and disappeared into the fog again.

"Look, the riots over there have been suppressed." Jing Chen turned his head and looked at a certain place in the city through the fog that had just dispersed. It used to be where Shang Xiaoba and Hu Bu were. Now that the two monsters are gone, the movement and movement are naturally It's small, "It's better for us to make a quick decision."

The latter sentence is by no means an inquiry, because Jingchen started to do it as soon as the voice fell.

Each of the six chess pieces spread tiny rays of light and connected together to form a hexagon enclosing the block where the few of them were.

"Impossible!" Huang Fei blurted out, he has confidence in his spirit seal ability, the monster after the runaway is absolutely impossible to be subdued easily, especially with Zhang Song over there, although he doesn't like that senior brother, the other party's ability But there is no doubt.

"Mother-in-law and mother-in-law are troublesome." Jing Chen curled his lips, as if he had nothing to do with you, "The facts are all in front of us."

Hey, the other people probably solved the problem almost the same, so I should finish my work early to see my wife.

With a flip of the palm, the six-pointed awns prospered.

"Go." The nine master chess piece refined by Sea God's Heart flew out and hung above Huang Fei, taking advantage of the vibration of the opponent's mind, to pull him into the fantasy world.

The out-of-control seven-color mist instantly dissipated, revealing Dark Seventeen not far away, and Wu Shengda's corpse at his feet.

Sensing a line of sight, the brim of Dark Seventeen's hat moved slightly, his hands were clasped, and the muscles of his whole body tightened slightly.

Jing Chen looked away regretfully, looking at this figure, he must be another handsome man, and the people of the Dark Sect are all wrapped up like zongzi.

Ming Lie moved a little to the side, poked the back of Jing Chen's hand with the tail of the snake, and said carefully, "Hey, if you dare to mess with flowers, I won't help you if you get domestic violence later."

Jing Chen, "..." domestic violence against your sister.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Huang Fei, who entered the fantasy world, was full of fear and trembling like a sieve. His body was standing in the same place, but his body was gradually disappearing.

It's not about disappearing, but it's like a certain part of the body bitten off by a giant beast, leaving incomplete body stumps.

Strangely, even though the wound appeared to be tearing, it did not leave a drop of blood.

"Ding Dong." The storage ring fell to the ground, and Huang Fei disappeared in an instant, as if being swallowed by a monster from another world, erasing all traces of this world.

Minglie felt that his back was touched, and he felt cold for a while, "Where are the others?"

Jing Chen also frowned.

This is the first time he has used the ancient god crystal to re-smelt Nine-Bang-A-Back, so he is not very clear about many things.

It seems even weirder than when it was used in Shizhou last time?

"If you want to know, I'll take you in and have a look?" Jing Chen said with a smile.

With a jolt, Ming Lie quickly shrank the disc and put it on Jing Chen's wrist, pretending to be dead.

"You are willing to use the ancient god crystal to help him make weapons." Feng Chuan's tone was more frivolous than Feng Ji's, and it was easy to distinguish, "Boy, why didn't I see you play with it a few days ago."

Are you always forgetful?On the way back from the place of divine breath, I touched the chess pieces countless times!Jingchen touched his chin, probably because the fantasy world was not activated at that time, so it was difficult to see anything strange.

So blame me?

"Senior, what exactly is the ancient god crystal?" Since Feng Chuan opened his mouth, Jing Chen took advantage of the situation and asked. There was no way, who made Feng Ji talk too tight, so far he has not been able to find out anything.

"Naturally it's a good thing." Feng Chuan didn't answer directly, but teased, "It seems that Ji'er didn't tell you, why. Do you want to follow my words?"

Sacrifice, sacrifice?Jing Chen shook his body and rubbed his arms, goosebumps fell all over the ground, "How can this be, isn't this junior curious, if I can master the materials for making utensils, my control of backgammon will be improved to another level." Appellation Whatever, just be happy.

Of course, these words are pure nonsense. After all, Nine Men's Chess is made by incorporating painstaking efforts during the refining process. Jingchen had complete control over it when it was self-contained. How can it be improved.

"Heh." Feng Chuan didn't bother with him, and a chuckle made people feel guilty for no reason, "I think your chess piece is not complete, and there must be a few sets of other attributes. When you refine more than half of them, maybe I'm not in the right mood." Okay, I can tell you a thing or two."

After all, there was no movement in the Duobao Pagoda, and Feng Ji and Feng Ling didn't even bother to grow up.

Well, saying it is the same as not saying it.

At this moment, Jing Chen misses the days when Jian Lao and Feng Ling bickered, but it's a pity that with Feng Chuan in charge, the old man hid back to Ling Yi and refused to come anyway.