"The name of this array is ...... Ahem!I'll tell you everything after the fight!" Yan Wushuang pursed his lips and smiled deeply; "It can make the opponent depressed and suspicious, and the combat power will inevitably be greatly reduced, which is not an advantage for me." So, don't underestimate the weight of this little secret. ＂

"Cut! So make a fool, don't think that Ben Feng'er is a character who can be fooled at will. Qingfeng snorted disdainfully: "Look at the posture you put out, there are no eight under your feet, and it looks like it is as immobile as a mountain and as solid as a rock." In fact, it's not like that, but the momentum that exudes from you completely betrays you...... ＂

"Oh, how can you see that?" Yan Wushuang asked with a slight surprise.

Yan Wushuang's momentum at this time was as strong and heavy as a mountain boulder, as if it was integrated with the ground under his feet, and there was an inseparable sense of majesty and heaviness, as solid and upright as a mountain, giving people a sense of immobility and solidity.

However, in Qingfeng's eyes, he saw more than that, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said with a hint of solemnity: "Ben Feng'er saw a towering peak, and there was a three-colored light surrounding it, with a unique sharp edge. This posture of yours can be described as both virtual and real, both offensive and defensive, quiet as a virgin, and moving like a rabbit. It's a very dangerous signal for people to sniff. Is Ben Feng'er wrong?"

"Hehe, aren't you afraid that Ben Feng'er will continue to say more, and reveal the mystery hidden in it, which will make your confident heart plummet?" Qingfeng laughed playfully.

"Even if you see through the mystery, you may not be able to break through this formation. Yan Wushuang pursed his lips, his heart was so tenacious, how could it be easily shaken by just a few words, and said disapprerovingly.

"Cut! Isn't it just a defensive counterattack formation composed of three attributes, how can it hide from Ben Feng'er's eyes. This formation contains three kinds of potentials, there are three kinds of solid soil, such as the solidity of the mountain, there is the sharpness of the wood like the sea of guns, forests, and swords, and the torrent of water is hidden. The three attribute potentials are integrated into one. It seems to have condensed into a solid but endlessly sharp sword mountain. Although it is still not surprising in the eyes of Ben Feng'er, she really didn't think of any way to crack it for a while. Qingfeng said bluntly, with a bit of playfulness, aiming to deliberately disturb the other party's tenacious state of mind.

Qingfeng's words were right, and he couldn't help but be slightly moved in Yan Wushuang's ears, the formation he put on did contain three postures, some were as strong as a mountain, some were as flexible as water, and there were endless edges that shocked the sky. When he raised his eyes to look at each other again, he suddenly found that the momentum of this little girl had also changed at this time, and the whole figure became a little floating and illusory, and suddenly there seemed to be a phantom of a green phoenix, spreading its wings and hovering overhead. In the blink of an eye, this feeling is like a glimpse, suspicious of hallucinations.

But this suspicious hallucination is terrifying, and there is a strong sense of crisis in the bottom of my heart, my expression is solemn, revealing a dignified face, the pupils in my eyes are constricted and gathered into a line, and the momentum that is as thick as a mountain is gradually rising, and the eyes are becoming more and more aggressive, condensed like a sword, revealing the blue light of the silky heart.

Twenty meters away from each other, far away from each other, the eyes of both sides burst out as if they were substantial, and in the air, a beam of blue light collided head-on with a beam of green light condensed by the wind, and a brilliant brilliance burst out, so gorgeous that it made people shudder and suffocate. The exchange of sights between the two sides was almost indistinguishable, but it opened a scene of indestructible attacks and immovable defenses.

The Flame Flying Phoenix Spear in Qing Feng's hand was trembling violently, wisps of blood-colored streamers surrounded, and the spiral flames on the end of the spear were spitting out and becoming more and more intense. Suddenly took a step, instantly crossed the space of twenty meters, and a blood-colored streamer was like a fire snake rushing, and it was fleeting.

Qingfeng's shot was as fast as a meteor and lightning, but it was resisted by the domineering momentum of the opponent's thick and sharp coexistence, as if a sword was slashed on top of gold and iron, and it was difficult to shake it in the slightest.

This was expected, but then an unexpected scene happened, the spiral flame spewed out from the end of the gun suddenly exploded, and the fireballs splashed in all directions, as if they ignited thousands of trees between the peaks and mountains.

The fire is really the best way to crack it, but what the other party can think of, how could Yan Wushuang not think of it, so he naturally prepared a way to deal with it. In the middle of the thoughts, those hidden blue streamers can be seen by the naked eye spurting out from the peaks and mountains, as if the heavenly river has burst its embankment.

The water is on fire, and the flames that soar into the sky are only in the breath, and the fire is extinguished without suspense. What's even more surprising is that the other party is not a simple defense, and the rushing water instantly converges into a blue dragon, and swept straight towards Qingfeng's domineering sky.

A simple shot was shot, but it suddenly set off a thunderous roar, like a lightning from the sky, instantly tearing the swept blue dragon to pieces, and the water droplets in the air flickered and jumped.

Qingfeng had to admit that this Yan Wushuang's defense was indeed top-notch, and the strength of her counterattack was even sharper, which meant that every time she attacked, she might encounter the strongest counterattack.

Yan Wushuang's feeling was also extremely shocking, he was shocked into a cold sweat by the other party's seemingly random shot, if it wasn't for the backhand that he had already left to deal with, this shot would have almost killed him, and he was shocked when he thought about it. I didn't dare to be careless anymore, the momentum on my body couldn't help but climb again, the breath of my body was more intense and condensed, and the immovable momentum of the mountain gradually condensed, and the whole person stood like a mountain through the ages.

Qingfeng moved again, took the same step forward, and stabbed out the same shot, but this shot was not as domineering and wild as before, and the flames erupted. A shot was handed out, very vague, as light as the wind, as leisurely as a cloud, it looked fluttering and weak, but it was enough to make people's hearts beat faster, and subconsciously sensed a dangerous signal. Although there is absolute confidence in his own defense. But looking at the vain and trembling spear, I felt a chill in my heart and a little creepy.

If the opponent's peak situation at this moment is like a sphere full of qi, if you use brute force to stab wildly, you will inevitably encounter a rebound from a powerful qi. However, Qingfeng's gun at this time was like a very sharp needle...... Slowly, tremblingly, it plunged into the thick mountain-like defensive cover. A silent offensive and defensive battle unfolded in an instant, and the thrilling blocking and attacking were more thrilling than the fighting of swords and swords in the sky.

Qingfeng's body did not unfold any powerful momentum, and the hand holding the gun was very stable, slowly advancing forward. The face is beautiful and lovely, and the clouds are light and breezy, where it seems to be a thrilling fight between life and death.

Unexpectedly, the entire peak suddenly trembled violently, causing Qingfeng's spear blade to constantly shake and shift, making it difficult to continue in the same part, and even rebounded back by the power of this shock, and beams of blue streamers burst out from between the peaks, and the sharp edge was endless. People have to give up the attack, and immediately draw the gun back to defense.

However, no matter how strong the defense is, in the end, it will be lost if it is defended for a long time. I didn't see that Yan Wushuang's face at this time began to be covered with beads of sweat, and the green tendons protruded, if the breath did not return, I saw that Qingfeng's narrow spear blade once again resisted the concussive peak.

Under the rage, Yan Wushuang condensed the Yuan Force of his whole body on a big sword that shone with blue rays in his hand, and the sword body of the big sword seemed to resist the other party like a blue shield, and continued to pierce inward into the narrow edge.

Time passed in this confrontation between advancing and retreating, and Yan Wushuang gradually felt a stream of fiery latent energy, which continued to pour into his arm along the sword body of the blue big sword, making people feel a burning feeling, and felt very uncomfortable. Shocked, his mind froze, the muscles of his arms suddenly swelled, and the powerful concussive force suddenly surged violently towards Qingfeng's spear edge.

This moment of silent counterattack caused Qingfeng's figure to leave the ground at once, and the person drew an arc in mid-air;

If Qingfeng's first shot is like a heavenly fire burning mountains and forests, and the second shot is like a lightning bolt penetrating the peaks, then the third shot is like a meteorite meteorite falling to the earth, that kind of majestic and domineering momentum, which wants to shatter the void and shatter the mountains and rivers.

Even though Yan Wushuang already possessed the cultivation of the half-step Spirit God Realm, in the face of this earth-swallowing blow, he couldn't help but feel the hairs on his whole body stand upside down.

Boom, the moment the guns and swords collided, there was a loud explosion. The flames of the spear burst out, the blue light of the sword blade bloomed, and the ripples spread out in waves, not only weakening the power of Qingfeng's meteor-like terrible blow, but also unbelievably forming a sharp counterattack.

Qingfeng's body flew out again, and the powerful concussion aftermath also made Yan Wushuang take a few steps back at the same time, his hands couldn't help but tremble a little, his body was churning with qi and blood, his eyes were bloodshot, and his long hair was flying. The eyes are firmly locked on the other person's figure, and they will react quickly at the slightest movement.

"I really underestimate your combat power, but you won't have this opportunity again. If you want to defeat me, you will pay a terrible price. Yan Wushuang calmed down the surging qi and blood in his body, emptied the bad emotions in his heart as soon as possible, and his spirit and spirit were condensed again. He knew that the next battle might be the hard battle of his life.

A half-step spirit realm, being forced to such a point, Yan Wushuang was depressed and angry to the extreme, and Leng Jun's face became iron-blue.