Lu Qing looked carefully and glanced at the corner of his mouth with contempt. He thought that more than 30 cultivators in the first level of the Yuanqi Realm were formed by three real one dragon sword formations. Each magic array was nothing more than a dust-level power. A mere attack was just like an innate spiritual weapon. How could he trap his own magic weapon of wisdom? It was ridiculous!

"Yuqing, watch the formation behind." Lu Qing said. The cold flame lightning in his palm was too lazy to release the Linghui human form. He bounced his fingers lightly, and with a "brave--" sound, a blood-red sword light shot out, hitting the three sword lights.

"Bang--" The first sword light was shattered by the cold flame lightning strike, and the nine disciples who formed the formation were resurged by spiritual power. They fell backwards as if they were hit hard. They vomited blood, and five of them fainted and looked very injured.

The remaining two sword lights were connected into a cross shape, slashing in the wind, rolling up the wind and snow, which was extremely powerful.

"Those who block me will die!" Lu Qing roared, his body flew up, and the cold flames in his palm slashed head-on. The spiritual power was stirred, and the air was crushed and exploded by the powerful force. A string of light balls flashed, making a bang.

Then with a loud "boom", the sword light hit the huge crossed sword light, and a dazzling white light burst out. The cross sword light shattered in response to the sound, breaking into countless sharp sword lights. Lu Qing's palm was stirred with a backhand, and the vortex was hovering, and thousands of sword lights were flew up, shooting towards the disciples of the Zhenyi Sect like a sword rain.

The monks who set up the formation suddenly became disorganized, and each used magical tools to resist and went into a mess. More than a dozen monks could not handle it, and they were suddenly killed by the reflected sword light that penetrated their chests.

Three "Zhen Yilong Sword Formations" of the monstrous level were broken by an attack, and nearly twenty Zhenyi disciples had died in an instant. Lu Qing landed on the ground, pointed his long sword, his eyes were fierce, and he said coldly, "Doway!" The remaining dozen injured monks were so scared that they hurriedly retreated to both sides.

Lu Qing used three moves in a row and easily passed through three magic circles. The tall and thin Taoist priest finally turned his head and looked surprised. With his arms swinged, three magic circles and a total of twenty-seven cultivators rushed over. The cultivation of these twenty-seven people was in the bathing period of the second and third levels of the Yuanqi realm, and the Qi Hunting Period, the magic circle formed was close to the level of spiritual wisdom, and a primary spiritual wisdom was vaguely born.

There are also three "True One Dragon Sword Formations".

The "Zhenyi Dragon Sword Formation" is the Zhenyi Sect's secret formation. All disciples in the sect usually practice and practice. Moreover, as long as there are more than three disciples, they can form this sword formation. It is smart and efficient, but powerful.

Lu Qing didn't say anything, and the wind and cold flames flowed in his palm swung straight to the nine cultivators on the head. The magic weapon's sword body was gushing, and the red sword tip was jumping constantly. A red light shone out, but it was like a spiritual snake around the eight disciples in front and attacked the ninth cultivator. The man was at the eye of the formation. After killing him, the "Zhenyilong Sword Formation" was destroyed without attacking.

This red sword light like a spirit snake was transformed by the essence of the seven-foot-five-inch famous sword "female sword". As soon as he made a move, the red light shone out in bloody light and shadow, like a deadly demon girl. With a light "puff", it swept away the great head of the formation-eyed monk.

The head rolled into the air, and blood splashed everywhere. His eyes were filled with incredible expressions, reflecting the constantly rotating glacier valley bottom scenery, which was bizarre.

Lu Qing rushed forward with the strong wind generated by the "Nine Steps of Xun Palace", and the cold flames slashed around him, and a ray of light spiraled out, covering dozens of feet in a circle. Wherever the sharp edge went, the monks of the True Sect fell to the ground, and the red blood splattered like festival fireworks, decorating the white and monotonous glacier.

The monks of Zhenyi Sect who formed the formation fell one after another, and the three magic arrays that were close to the power of the Linghui Formation collapsed and collapsed before they could be formed. In less than a cup of tea, half of the disciples of Zhenyi Sect on the slope were damaged, either dead or injured.

Lu Qing's long sword was crossed in front of his chest and slowly pushed forward, his clothes were majestic. He moved forward again, and the monks in the Zhenyi Sect in front of him no longer dared to block his sharpness and involuntarily retreated.

Taoist Miaoxuan severely rebuked the disciples of Zhenyi Sect stopped retreating. With their steps staggered, three magic arrays condensed into shape and blocked Lu Qing. The formation disciples of these three formations had a higher cultivation level, and the power of the formation had reached the forty-five levels of prohibition and spiritual wisdom array. Each spiritual wisdom array formed the attack power of the condensation is like a spiritual wisdom weapon.

Taoist Miaoxuan finally spoke, "It's fellow Taoist Lu Qing from Xilishan Talisman Sect."

"Ask a question knowingly." Lu Qing said with a sneer, raising the cold flame lightning in his palm, "Take the leader of Bingyu and take your people away from here, otherwise don't blame Lu Qing for his ruthless magic weapon."

Lu Qing had already seen that the cultivation level of Taoist Miaoxuan was at the second level of the Spiritual Light Stage of the Yuanshen Realm, and it was far from the time when he formed the Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill. He thought that with the power of the wisdom light magic weapon in his palm, he could completely cut him under the knife. However, in the fierce battle, he was afraid that both sides would be injured, so he might as well force him to hand over the ice jade and leave on his own so that he could free up his hands to deal with the man in gray who kidnapped Yan'er. As for the hatred between the Jade Dragon Sword Sect and Taoist Miaoxuan, he had to let him go for the future.

Yuqing was in anger and pointed at Taoist Miaoxuan and said, "Miaoxuan thief, kill my fellow disciple and rob the master. Even if Mr. Lu promised to let you go today, I will tear you to pieces in the next day. Now you can quickly hand over the master."

Taoist Miaoxuan waved his hands and laughed, "Where did the little Taoist say this? Your master Yuanxue and I are old friends, so it was her invited me here. Your master Bingyu voluntarily led the way, and after entering the ancestor Bing Tomb, he went back by himself. You asked me to hand over the person, but I still want to find her. Haha..."

He denied it and tried every means to make excuses, which was really shameless.

"Nonsense!" Yuqing's pretty face turned red with anger, "The Master's true master flew into a throne half a year ago. She has a noble character. How could she have a despicable and shameless friend like you? As you said, you once met Master, but you killed hundreds of disciples of my sect. Is this your way of friend?"

Taoist Miaoxuan laughed strangely, "I told them that I was a guest invited by Yuan Xue Zhenren. They didn't listen and tried to hurt me. I just made a few tricks and they died completely. How could I blame me for being too poor? Besides, your master Yuan Xue Zhenren is dead. Isn't there a new leader, Ice Jade Fairy? I am still willing to be a friend of her forgotten years, haha..."

"You... are so shameless!" His shameless words were so angry that Yuqing couldn't speak.

Taoist Miaoxuan said again, "I think you are so beautiful and beautiful. Why not quit the Daxue Mountain Sword Sect and instead join me as an introductory disciple."

"Take the leader of Bingyu, get out!" Lu Qing didn't have the patience to talk nonsense to him and said decisively.

Taoist Miaoxuan turned cold, "Don't think I'm afraid of you. Do you have the courage to wait for me to deal with the monster in the pond and deal with you? If you take advantage of the chaos at this time, we will be in trouble and we will not be able to escape the monster's mouth. Would you like this?"

"What monster?" Lu Qing asked, but turned his head to look at Yuqing. Yuqing shook his head in a daze.

Taoist Miaoxuan said, "Thousand-year Ice Python." His eyes subconsciously looked at the calm pond water.

The water surface of the huge Wannian Han Pond was dark and originally very flat. At this time, a few black waves suddenly popped up. The water surface gurgled, bubbles burst out, and clusters of black gas surged out. Several disciples of the Zhenyi Sect standing by the pond said, "Master, it's coming!"

Dozens of disciples of the Zhenyi Sect looked nervous, and were afraid that Lu Qing would suddenly attack him, so they slowly retreated upwards, and kept looking at the water with the corners of their eyes.

"No retreat!" Taoist Miaoxuan glared and shouted, and the disciples who were about to move immediately stopped.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the pool water swept and raised a water column several feet high. The waves rolled and the mist splashed everywhere. It seemed like a sudden rain by the pool. The dozen monks who were close to ran back in fear and shouted, "Here, come."

Then the water in the pond was boiling, and huge waves were slapped out, the cold wind was howling, and frost was everywhere. Black smoke came out, and a huge silver shadow flew out of the water. With a "pop" slap on the ice shore, smashing the broken ice. More than a dozen disciples of the real school stood closer and were immediately swept into the water by the wind and waves.
Chapter completed!