The Evil Heavenly Venerable dissolved and turned into a lot of magic weapons, those spells came so quickly, it is not an exaggeration to say 'chasing the wind and electricity', but it is useless, no matter how fast it is, it is useless, no matter how fast it is, you have to wait: wait for Qi Hongding to cast the spell.

Heaven and earth are 'stretched'. The demon cone that was upside down in mid-air, the ghost general who got up from the clouds, the thunder that bloomed from the devil's mouth, and so on, all the demonic attacks, flew towards Qi Hongding, but they couldn't fly! On the other hand, Qi Hongding, the four sentences of Jue sang loudly, and the heart and method turned calmly, until his Wushuang City Law Realm took shape and the red-clothed city lord appeared, and the spell of the Netherworld Heavenly Venerable really attacked-Baili Domain, Baili City, and the city lord accepted the enemy in it.

The sound of drums came from nowhere, one by one, with a bang, ringing in the ears but falling in the heart, one more exciting than the other.

There are drums in the city, and they are full of energy!

The evil demon killed and robbed the territory and hit Qi Hongding directly, but Qi Hongding closed his eyes and listened to the drums, and the young man's face was like jade, and he smiled humbly. Suddenly, he jumped up, bent his back and knees, raised his feet, raised his neck and hung his long hair, raised his arms and fists, and bent his arms Qi Hongding jumped up three feet.

Rise again, look up to the sky, look at the evil demon killing and robbing and look at the blue sky, blink your eyes, twist your waist and change your momentum, people are independent, on the ground, stepping on the ground with one foot, and then you should make a sound of the dark drum: Knock!

Stride and fly, rush ten feet, suddenly close the momentum, kneel on the ground, smash down with a fist, or respond to a drum: Boom!

got up and laughed, sank his waist upright, and stepped on the seven stars sharply. Seven steps in a row, step on a drum: knock knock!

Red sleeves, red robe hunting, who can not see, the young man in red should drums and dance! It is a dance, but there is no softness and no charm, a step seems to be about to break the earth, a head is raised as if to penetrate the sky, a body is like a dragon fighting the sea, together with the hand to pull out the mountain and shake the mountain, the young man dances masculine dance, sonorous and heroic.

The dance is drummed. Fa was born because of the accompanying dance.

The wind is up. The city of Qionghua falls, Qionghua drips, attracting countless bees and butterflies, Qi Hongding waved his sleeves between the butterflies, a flower blooms thirteen swords. A bee makes a sharp. A butterfly becomes a sword; The rain and steam filled the city, summoning a rainbow, and Qi Hongding raised his head. The long hair skyrocketed to the sky, the rain poured into the tide, into the rainbow into seven colors, one color of the sword; there was water on the ground, the grass was not willing to be lonely, drilled out of the tender green buds, Qi Hong Ding fell between the deep and delicate grass buds, the hand fell on the hand, the momentum was pulled, the skin drum swayed, and the thousands of grass and thousands of buds turned into a sharp sword to the sky!

Swordsmanship, Qi Hongding repairs the sword.

There is a sense of pride hidden in this: the sword is out of the mountain, and look at the unparalleled sword. The young man is often vigorous, when he was the lord of the city, he was already in the middle of the mountain, hiding the meaning of a competition, but he did not have the heart to roll, he just wanted: let the city be unparalleled in the world.

Today, I finally have the opportunity to dance the sword in front of the mountain and kill the demons.

The young man dances endlessly, the wind and clouds change endlessly, and the red dance is his elegance and uniqueness, and he is unparalleled in the world!

And Qi Hongding was already in tears, a dance in the city was like a world away, Wushuang City could only fall into a dream, there was nowhere to find it in heaven and earth, and there was only the sound of drums echoing in front of the mountain!

The drum is low, standing on the Xixian Pavilion, you can feel the mountains under your feet trembling slightly.

The inky horses in the mountains have been cleansed, and the west has fallen completely silent, as if they have all tried their best and are no longer able to resist.

One of the two major formations on the Xixian Pavilion, Yin Yin Drum is slowly launched, the situation is very good, the rest of the hard battle between the mountains and mountains Everyone is happy, but the sky is not beautiful, and the faint cry continues, mourning for the imminent destruction of the West.

Heaven cries and lets it cry, wanting to destroy the evil things of reincarnation and destroying shijie, the judge will not tolerate it.

The sound of the drum was slow, coming from the middle of the Xixian Pavilion Mountain, every seventeen breaths to make a blow, the previous ten rings were no other special places except for the low and dull abnormality, but from the eleventh ring, there was a bang, no longer shaking the mountain but shaking in the air. It can be seen with the naked eye that hundreds of zhang of the sky above the Xixian Pavilion, with the sound of that drum, there is a ripple in the air every ten zhang that trembles, and the ten ripples spread out in all directions, ten miles and hundreds of miles, until the end of the line of sight, the ripples are still rippling and dispersing.

The second drum, two hundred zhang on the Xixian Pavilion and ten ripples, three drums, three hundred zhang sky ten layers of air waves roll like this, the drum makes a hundred sounds, the sky is divided into thousands of layers, ripples push the air waves endlessly.

The drum vibrates a hundred times, and a thousand heavens are rowed.

After that, the drum beat suddenly changed, lost its slow and deep, turned into a rapid roar, and then looked at the thousands of ripples in the sky, all messy, and the situation at this moment was like a rainstorm splashing into the microwave of the lake.

The drums are rushing, the ripples are chaotic, the sky is chaotic, and the chaos is so chaotic that it will collapse when it is beyond measure!

Break through the sky, break the sky. In the broken air wave, a chick jumped out of the eyelids and couldn't open it, the fluff was still a little wet, and the little bird that had just hatched was not much bigger than the chicks.

The chick was clumsy, with a few sparse 'fetal hairs' on its head, but its mind was very lofty, and it actually flapped its wings with all its might, and flew staggeringly.

The drums returned to calmness, but the dullness had long since dissipated and became vibrant, like the sound of a heartbeat, the heartbeat of Shijie, powerful and warm. One drum, the fluff of the chick damp and receded; the second drum, the corner of the bird's beak faded yellow, and the third drum, a fine pile turned into the first feather of hair.

In this way, the drum sounded, the immature bird grew up a point, seven drums, the bird changed into the body shape of a carrier pigeon, flew steadily, and circled slowly around the Xixian Pavilion; fourteen drums, the bird is like an eagle falcon, the first golden crown, the tail is just formed, not long; the twenty-eight drums, the colorful feathers are colorful, the wingspan is more than ten zhang, and there is a beautiful peacock, and the longer the faster it is.

The drum sounded one hundred and twelve sounds, the peacock incarnated one hundred and seventy miles, no longer circling, quietly suspended in the air, the huge body covered the entire Xixian Pavilion steadily, the high feather crown, the bright body, the long feather tail hung down obliquely, look carefully, all other places are right, but where is its tail what kind of feathers: one by one'Long Feathers' swaying, long teeth dancing, clearly one after another fierce dragons!

The fairy bird is an unheard-of monster, so beautiful that it is indescribable, but it is so fierce that it is beyond words. But it's not over - the fourth change of the drum, soft and no longer vibrant, only full of anger and full of killing: the drum is like hate, hating heaven and earth!

A series of drums, seventy-seven forty-nine rings like a whip, one hundred and seventy miles of the shape of the sparrow trembling with the drum, the joy and arrogance in the eyes dispersed, the eyes gradually became as sad as a poisonous blade, the drum fell for a moment, the sparrow shattered - the finch is still there, the color of the mountain is still flying in all directions, the bright and enchanting scattered, the obscure sparrow, steaming and pervasive, and then a terrible cry, the thing full of anger flapped its wings away, and rushed to the western darkness.

The dark drum, the endless years in the Yin and Yang Division, judging the grievances of the wandering soul, entering the drum and giving birth to the ghost, condensed into this head that only hates to kill all the murderous things in his eyes;

When the resentful finch flew away, the sky reappeared, and it was not until this moment that Su Jing and the others found that in the sky above the farrow, a big red flag was flying fiercely, in a high place, behind the sparrow, also heading towards the west, how fierce can the flag be? Su Jing looked at the flag with his head raised and did not react at all, except for the Zhangyi Dragon Sword in the bag, which suddenly jumped out and exploded with a sonorous sword sound, like the sound of cheers!

Zhang Yi has been following Su Jing's side for hundreds of years, and he has encountered many wonderful spells and powerful enemies, and he has never heard it take the initiative to roar.

The sword nodded, which showed that the spell was good.

Yin and Yang Division, countless judges preside over reincarnation, and the endless righteousness accumulated by the iron mask is the red flag that flutters for ten miles.

When she went west, she was in the sky, her figure was cast on the ground, crushing the earth, and her shadow was ten thousand pounds heavy, and she flew west on the ground showing a magnanimous gully;

Qixi goes, it is higher, the naked eye can see it everywhere, the eternal green and secluded sky of the underworld is quickly crawling full of cracks, righteous and angry, the sky is crumbling.

One is the resentment of the people, the other is the righteousness of the officials, the two true forces are both diametrically opposed and complement each other, in addition to the Huanghuang immortal power to kill the enemy, this resentment and the positive two qi will also end another 'entanglement': the number of qi! Two formations are formed, destroying his qi.

The battle is far away, and at this moment, no matter who wins or loses, only the magic is complete, and the judge's Xixian Pavilion Great Array is completely completed, and the Xuanguang in the mountains of Xixian Pavilion rises again, and the judges who entered the formation reappear and return to the sight of Su Jing and others.

No one went to say hello, and everyone looked at the west with all their eyes intended

The two large arrays went straight to the western darkness, without imaginary entanglement and killing, when the attack came, the finches, the flags and the western darkness only touched, it was a loud bang.

In the midst of the rage, the finches are shattered, the flags are shattered, and the darkness is also shattered, and there is no longer any more joy: broken.

The heavy darkness that pressed on the western region and also pressed on the heart of the Grand Judge was completely shattered! Collapsed, scattered, gone! The little ghost and demon fog couldn't help it, aha, a daxiao, but as soon as his cheers rang out, the west, the darkness was gone, but there was still a black sky peak standing.

The next moment, the heavenly peak collapsed, and huge black rocks smashed down and rolled to the ground—one after another ink giant spirits, a giant mountain, and three hundred ink giant spirits!

The people of the 'Xixian Pavilion' only felt a 'buzz' in their heads!

In addition to horror and despair, I couldn't figure out why I had to retreat into the darkness even though there were three hundred ink giant spirits!

Everyone stood on the spot, but Su Jing, the sun fire, ink, natural opponent, the twelve souls, the black giant spirit, the enemy of the ages, saw the three hundred giant pawns rushing towards him, the flames around Su Jing's body soared, and he jumped away in a high-spirited roar.

In the west, there were three hundred giant spirits over the mountains, and in the east, young men surrounded by flames, one man, one sword, and one long sword.

People break through the air, gallop, the sword is raised high, the sword is long, the sword momentum has moved, and the only thing that can save the defeat is a sword in his hand, a sword in exchange for his life.

No one does not cherish their lives, but there are still two words in the hearts of the disciples of Lishan, above the 'life': to righteousness.

He Yu is like this, and so is Su Jing. (To be continued......)