"You're looking too highly of me. Jing Yao smiled, indescribably indifferent, her voice was clear, like a spring hitting a stone, pleasant to the ear, and explained calmly: "They don't use the sword array, and I can't control their true yuan." ”

What he said was not particularly clear, and Huang Xiufeng also knew nothing about it.

Surrounded by strong enemies, it is inconvenient to ask in detail,

In fact, Jing Yao has already made it very clear, because Huang Xiufeng is not a sword cultivator, so it is difficult to understand, and if he changes to Lin Tianxing, he will be able to wake up immediately.

Jing Yao observed in the formation for a long time, and found out the operation of everyone's true yuan, especially the six monks who acted as the sword blade, she was the spiritual root of the five elements, and she was the innate sword bone, she had insight into the direction of the true yuan, and simulated the true yuan that the other party was familiar with, and with a slight change, the overall rhythm was broken.

It looks complicated, but in fact it is very simple, it is to disrupt the original rhythm and let the six Golden Linggen monks keep up with Jing Yao's beat in a daze.

Jing Yao can also explain clearly, but it is only in the language of the times that it can be explained, for example, a person who sings pop songs meets a person who sings rock songs, and he is also a musician, but he appears on the same stage, and the sense of rhythm must be deviated, and he will even involuntarily keep up with the rhythm of rock songs.

Jing Yao took a step back, not retreating, but advancing, and taking another step back was already in line with the six Golden Linggen monks, and a cold and fierce sword stream shot out from his fingers, pointing at the shoulder of a Golden Linggen monk.

The six Earth Spirit Root monks in the air still wanted to defend against the earth, but the raised stone tablet was obviously one step late, and the Golden Spirit Root monks flew out upside down.

He lost half of his shoulder, and the intense pain made his breathing stagnant and he suffocated.

The raised stele was picked up by Jing Yao, his hands were closed, and suddenly the golden light was magnificent, the stele was broken into thousands of stones, Jing Yao pushed it with both hands, and countless broken stones glowed with yellow brilliance, and the golden light was very dazzling.

The onlookers were stunned in fright, shouted and fled in a hurry, dense stone rain fell one after another, and the monks who were a little slower were instantly shot through the sieve, shouting and screaming, and mourning all over the field.

A monk who escaped said angrily: "Those beasts in Tianji Tower made a mess of cultivating immortals, making Lao Tzu make a wrong judgment, this person is not the Yuanying Realm at all, who has ever seen the Yuanying Realm can torture and kill the distracted monks? Compared to her, Huang Xiufeng can ignore it." ”

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Jing Yao smiled weirdly.

The Southern Dou Sword Formation did not dissipate, and the true essence of the thirty-six monks was almost all under its control, and that blow was not only her strength, but also the strength of the thirty-five monks.

Jing Yao looked at the overall situation, and she couldn't control everyone in everything, the bulging stone tablet was a special case, but she took advantage of the situation to defeat the stone tablet and turned into a dark weapon in the sky, and the broken stone of the true yuan of the thirty-six monks, those scattered cultivators were not shot dead on the spot, and it was already fateful.

One of the six Jin Linggen monks died, and those five people were even more as white as paper, and suddenly heard an angry roar, and the leader of the Zhao clan made a move with hatred.

As soon as his right arm was horizontal, he threw out the gear magic weapon wrapped in a hurricane on one side, one into two, two into three, and three into everything, and the fierce air flow set off a huge wind and waves, and the cracked mountain pump cloud attacked.

Jing Yao raised his hand drum, and the thirty-five monks sadly found that the Southern Dou Sword Formation they formed had become the opponent's murder weapon, and smashed it against the incoming hurricane gear.

With a snort, ten people died on the spot, the leader of the Zhao clan had black eyes, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was furious, dipped in blood and quickly drew a talisman seal on the palm of his right hand, and without looking at the ten monks who were killed by him, he printed it with one palm.

Jing Yao lamented: "After so many people died, don't you feel guilty? The lives of the Zhao clan are too worthless, right? Hey, the few who are alive, your leaders don't treat you as human beings." ”

The leader was furious and hated: "You don't pretend to be careful, their death has nothing to do with you." ”

Looking at the more than twenty monks who were still under Jing Yao's control, that palm couldn't be slapped out with peace of mind no matter what.

The leader gritted his teeth and said, "There is a kind of letting people go, and we are fighting alone. ”

Jing Yao said with a smile: "It's you who is fighting, and it's you who fights alone, this can't be done, the face of the Zhao family is not so big." ”

Saying that, the monks who sacrificed more than 20 ghosts crying wolves smashed over one by one, and more than ten people died, and the Southern Dou Sword Formation should have collapsed, but after Jing Yao's proper adjustment, it was another human-shaped sword qi that was majestic and majestic.

The leader was distraught, like the sound of flies buzzing and challenging his patience, and the manipulated monk cried and begged for mercy, allowing his men to appreciate it, and it was he who really wanted to die mercilessly.

A yellow wind stuck the leader's irritable node, and blew violently.

Huang Xiufeng made a move.

The leader was even more annoyed, and the gear hurricane smashed hard at the yellow wind, but the wind retreated very unruly, and the leader's heart was a little calm.

I didn't want the wind to blow over again, and after coming and going, the leader was even more violent, throwing his arm and pounced on Huang Xiufeng, and the gears danced up and down like a convulsion when he swung it.

Suddenly, his vest hurt, and the leader turned around with a roar, only to see the clan disciple who was shouting for mercy just now cowering and holding a purple sandalwood magic weapon, piercing it into his back, and hurriedly shouting in his mouth: "I didn't mean to. ”

The leader roared with one hand, and the electric current in the palm of his right hand rattled, shattering the monk's skull with a bang, splashing a white and yellow filth, white for brains, red for blood.

The leader looked angry, and there was a wave of anger in his chest, of course he knew that the monk did not do it intentionally, but involuntarily, with an electric current in his right palm and a sacrificial wheel in his left hand, abandoning Huang Xiufeng, and attacking Jing Yao like crazy.

Jing Yao stretched out his hand and swiped lightly in the air, and Jiu Yan didn't know where to slash at the leader.

The leader hurriedly turned around, and suddenly felt that the true yuan was running slowly, and immediately realized that the magic sword that pierced into his body contained Jing Yao true yuan, which caused him trouble at a critical moment, and the gear also lost contact with him in an instant.

Jing Yao and Huang Xiufeng seized the opportunity at the same time and grabbed it.

Huang Xiufeng let out a long roar, hugged the gears and laughed and pressed over, Jing Yao swung his sword and stabbed obliquely, laying a sword net with a sword aura around the leader.

The leader roared wildly, slapped his shoulder hard, and saw that the light of the detachment was splashing, and the people had broken away, Huang Xiufeng was also in a hurry, he and Jing Yao attacked on both sides, and the leader escaped, if they didn't accept the recruitment, they would kill each other;

Jing Yao withdrew the sword net, Huang Xiufeng turned his body, and with a flick of his strength, the gear hurricane turned towards more than twenty monks of the Qin clan.

Huang Xiufeng took his feet as the axis, and the top generally fell down against the gears.

When Jing Yao was fully dealing with the leader, his control reached a weak point, and more than twenty monks were waiting for such an opportunity to regain control of the rhythm of the operation of the true yuan, which could be regarded as out of Jing Yao's control.