Although Ming Qingyang had already made a move, the other three monks did not dare to stay out of the matter, after all, Murong Xianxian was 'famous' outside, and killing Senior Brother Li with one blow just now was a surprise, but his own strength was also the key.

An old-faced monk opened his mouth suddenly, and a ray of light erupted, turning into a bowl-shaped magic weapon in the air, and a beam of glow from the mouth of the bowl shrouded the magic image that Murong Xianxian had cast, as if to collect her into the bowl.

In the middle, a monk with a thin body and a woman-like body raised his hand, and a magic weapon flew out of the sleeve of his robe, turning into a two-headed giant wolf...... The two-headed giant wolf spewed out a scorching red beam of light from one mouth, while the other mouth spewed out a cold blue beam, and the two beams of light with completely different attributes shot towards Murong Xianxian like lightning.

The last majestic monk stooped down and slammed his fist into the ground, a stream of yellow light pouring down his fist into the ground, and with a faint fluctuation on the ground, thorns stabbed out of the ground one by one.

Click......

The giant-like archaic archaic suddenly took two steps forward, and the huge soles of his feet stomped heavily on the spikes that kept burrowing out of the ground, crushing them one by one.

Bang!

The sword qi was shattered by both palms, but the palms continued to slap towards the monk without changing at all, completely ignoring the treasure light that erupted from the red silk sword and treasure bowl that was about to reach the body.

Sneer...... At the moment when the red silk sword shot into the Faxiang, the Faxiang's giant palm collided with the giant sword of the monk below.

"Don't~"

The monk's mournful cry was like that of an innocent girl meeting a pervert who was about to rip off her dress...... In this cry of despair, the greatsword slammed into two halves, and then a giant palm slammed down, smashing his entire body into minced flesh.

Countless red silk swords pierced hundreds of holes in the law phase in an instant, and the law phase then dissipated. But Murong Xian's slender figure was sucked by the glow in the treasure bowl at the moment when the law phase collapsed, and it was thrown into the huge bowl that had skyrocketed.

"She's dead this time!" The old-faced monk was overjoyed, and recited the mantra to refine Murong Xian with a treasure bowl.

Bang!

At the moment when Murong Xianxian was about to enter the treasure bowl, she slammed out her right fist...... All I heard was a loud bang. The bowl was broken into hundreds.

How can it be?

Everyone is suffocated, that's a magic weapon. How is it possible to be wrecked in the flesh?

Just when everyone was stunned, Murong Xian's slender figure suddenly disappeared from the air, and the next moment it had already appeared behind the old monk, slamming into his vest with a punch.

"Senior Brother Fei!"

When Ming Qingyang and the others saw this scene, they were so frightened that they all screamed.

That Senior Brother Fei was smashed out like a disemboweled cannonball for dozens of meters before it fell to the ground, "Fairy Qingluan is nothing more than that." Hahahaha...... Uh~"

There was a dense popping sound in his body, and a terrible crack appeared in the corner of his eye, and blood was dripping out. Immediately after, his body began to crack like a piece of glass. In an instant, it was a piece of the ground.

A primordial spirit flew out of his purple mansion, and Ming Qingyang casually flew out of a magic weapon, turning into a light to protect him. But in the next moment, several monks had a look of horror in their eyes...... That primordial god was also like Senior Brother Fei's body, and cracks appeared one after another. Immediately, the entire primordial spirit collapsed and disappeared.

This is...... Everyone looked at Murong Xianxian with a frightened look in their eyes.

What a terrible punch!

Even Ming Qingyang subconsciously took a step back and looked at Murong Xianxian vigilantly.

Murong Xianxian was also hard to believe...... This supernatural power is a secret supernatural spell passed down by Cihang Dao people, and she only practiced it not long ago, but she didn't expect that it would have such a strong power, not only to hurt the physical body. It can even cause extremely terrible damage to the soul.

"Thousand Split Lotus Formula! This is the secret magic power of Zizhu'an!"

Ming Qingyang's face suddenly showed a look of sudden realization: "No wonder you have a Buddhist magic weapon in your body, and you have the magic power of Buddhism, it turns out that you are really a disciple of Zizhuan!"

Purple Bamboo Ann disciple?

The faces of the other two monks showed a little jealousy, although the disciples of Zizhu'an did not often walk outside, but after all, they were one of the top sects in Black Horn, even the people of Red Cloud Valley did not want to offend, but now that the two sides were already in flames, they were already unstoppable.

"There will be no news from the dead!" Ming Qingyang's gloomy face was raised, and the red silk sword shot towards Murong Xianxian again, almost blocking her in front of her and in both directions to the left and right, and the other two also attacked behind her at the same time...... All of a sudden, a rumbling sound erupted in the middle of the nebula, and sword light, red, blue, and yellow treasures were intertwined, and a violent roar broke out non-stop.

One after another beams of light burst open, and hurricanes rushed into the sky, causing the nearby voids to twist and shake for a while, and the amazing waves of qi swept madly in all directions, Murong Xianxian did not use the Beidou Sword Technique, but surrounded the remaining three people with a nebula, unable to advance or retreat, at the same time, the Great Compassion Mirror flew out and sprinkled a six-colored light rain, forming a six-colored light building, enveloping Murong Xianxian's figure.

Bang! Bang!

Countless attacks continued to hit the light tower, and the surface of the six-colored light tower flashed rapidly, and all the attacks fell on it, and it didn't shake it at all.

Murong Xianxian remained motionless in the six-colored light building, allowing the outside to attack the light curtain non-stop, but he had no intention of counterattacking at all.

When Ming Qingyang and the others saw this scene, they were naturally shocked in their hearts, and their faces became extremely ugly...... Now that they were besieged by Murong Xianxian with a sword formation, there seemed to be no hope of defeating her, and they wanted to run but couldn't, and they fell into a dilemma for a while.

At this moment, Murong Xianxian made another move, she shot a trick to the Great Pestic Mirror, and then pointed to Ming Qingyang and the three of them again and again.

"What do you want to do?" The thin monk suddenly noticed a purple arc of electricity on the surface of the Great Pessimistic Mirror, his face couldn't help but change greatly, and with a low snort, the two-headed wolf roared twice, and red and blue balls of light shot out of his mouth towards Murong Xian Xian.

At the moment when Murong Xianxian played the magic trick to the Great Compassion Mirror, Ming Qingyang's heart sank, and he didn't hesitate to play a sword trick, only to see that the red silk sword in the sky suddenly converged into a huge red sword, and slashed towards the Great Compassion Mirror. Another monk shot a spell on the ground, and a pair of huge stone claws stretched out from the ground, grabbing towards Murong Xianxian.

These people are worthy of being the disciples of the Red Cloud Ancestor, and they are really not comparable to ordinary monks, although the attack methods seem to be monotonous, but the attack power is extremely powerful, and it is difficult for ordinary God Refining Stage cultivators to resist this kind of fierce attack.

Prosperous~~~

Three purple snakes came out of the mirror and pounced towards Ming Qingyang and the others with shining electric light.

Boom! Boom!

The giant sword, ball of light, and stone claw hit the light building, and the light flew into a whirlpool, although the light tower shook violently, but from the Great Compassion Mirror flew out of the runes one by one, and in the blink of an eye, the light building became more tenacious.

"Innate God Thunder!"

When the purple snake pounced, Ming Qingyang and the others had already felt the ruined aura they carried, their faces changed suddenly, and their bodies retreated, each summoning back the magic weapon.

Boom! Boom!

The three purple snakes were as fast as lightning, and suddenly turned into three power grids, enveloping the figures of the three people.

Click......

One by one magic weapons were shattered in the thunder, although the power of the divine thunder turned by this kind of thunder was greatly weakened, but it was not something that ordinary magic weapons could resist, in a hurry, although the three people tried their best to resist the bombardment of the divine thunder, but the image was already very wolf, without waiting for them to fight back, Murong Xianxian had already played a sword trick, only to see the nebula in front of him, the sword sound was shocking, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them had no regard for each other.

Call~

A red cloud suddenly flew to Ming Qingyang's head, and he could unfold the flying sword, and a red cloud covered him.

"Senior Brother Lu!

Ming Qingyang's heart froze, and he flew towards the direction of the two junior disciples in his memory, although he shouted repeatedly, but he didn't respond at all. In the blink of an eye, he had flown more than a thousand meters, but the surroundings were still filled with red mist, exuding a blazing aura.

"Qingluan Fairy, you'd better figure it out, my master, Hongyun Ancestor, is not the kind of person who wastes his reputation like Qingyun Sanren, if you offend Hongyun Valley, there will be no peace in the future!" Ming Qingyang shouted inwardly.

"That's all right. ”

Outside the red mist, there was a chuckle from Murong Xianxian, and then those red mist seemed to be suddenly ignited, and the 'boom' turned into boundless flames, surrounding Ming Qingyang.

Ming Qingyang sacrificed the red silk sword, turned it into a sword building, protected the body, the sword qi vibrate, and forced back those flames, "Qingluan Fairy, when Ming breaks this treasure, he will take your life!"

Murong Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover in the Nebula Sword Qi, this Pure Yang Great Cultivator was really extraordinary, and he had actually persevered in the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover for such a long time. However, she really didn't have time to wait any longer, and at this time, there were several warning signals coming from the eyes, and Murong Xian Xian played two magic tricks with both hands at the same time, and then pointed a finger at the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover from afar.

"Roar!"

......

Inside the Divine Fire Cover, there was a deafening roar, and nine fire dragons flew in.

"No~"

Ming Qingyang was distraught, roared, and all the power of the flying sword was triggered, and at the same time he sacrificed a white jade bracelet, turning into a piece of clear light to cover his figure...... 'boom', Ming Qingyang's figure and treasure light were submerged in the sea of fire in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, the two monks who came with Ming Qingyang were also annihilated by the immeasurable nebula, only to see that the nebula was agitated, and there was a loud rumbling sound from time to time, and in a moment, the nebula dissipated, and the sword array had been put away by Murong Xianxian, and there were two corpses on the ground that were cut very messy by the sword qi, and where Ming Qingyang was before, a puff of fly ash and some burnt fragments of magic weapons were left, and a storage ring was lying quietly in the ashes. RU