Swords have always been broken by stones, but I have never heard that a sword can break stones.

Today, it wanted to see whether its stone was stronger or Long Qingquan's sword.

Between the lightning and flint, I saw Long Qingquan slashing down with his sword.

The sword struck the surface of the magma puppet with thunderous force, but only a very weak spark appeared.

Everyone was stunned.

What is this situation?

Is this magma puppet too strong, or is Long Qingquan unable to lift the sword?

Even Long Qingquan himself was stunned for a moment.

He imagined countless scenarios, but he never imagined this scenario.

His charged attack is like playing cotton?

Isn't this insulting?

Long Qingquan swung his sword and slashed again, but this sword still had no good effect.

Seeing this, the magma golem stopped taking the defensive position and began to take the initiative to attack.

Zhao Xun watched from a distance and felt heartbroken.

Is Third Senior Brother good? If he is really not good, then he can be replaced.

It's ridiculous to continue doing this.

"Third Senior Brother, or else."

"Junior brother, don't worry, it's up to me."

Long Qingquan wanted to regain some ground among his fellow sects, so he tried his best to transform a flower-burial sword in his hand into countless clones.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"

Zhao Xun, who knows the goods, commented immediately.

Good guy, look what you have pushed your third senior brother to.

In order to regain his position, the third senior brother even resorted to all kinds of special skills to press the bottom of the box.

If there is any swordsmanship in the world that is the most popular and cool, it must be that of Guizong of Ten Thousand Swords.

One sword transformed into countless swords, and finally they were gathered together in a very chic posture.

Just thinking about it makes me feel emotional.

"Come on, Third Senior Brother, kill him!"

All Zhao Xun can do now is cheer for his third senior brother Long Qingquan.

As if feeling Zhao Xun's encouragement, Long Qingquan deliberately smoothed his hair, and then used the skills of the Flower Burial Sword Technique and Ten Thousand Swords Returning Sect to the extreme.

"Destroy the enemy with one sword!"

Countless swords were constantly cutting into the magma puppet's body, causing many tiny cracks invisible to the naked eye.

From a distance these small cracks are not visible at all, but if you look closely you can still see them.

The magma puppet didn't feel anything at first. He only felt that Long Qingquan's sword was tickling him.

But as time passed, it gradually noticed something strange.

This strangeness comes from inside its body.

Cracks appeared inside the magma puppet's body, and then continued to expand and expand.

By the end it was full of flaws.

"boom!"

But a huge noise was heard, and then the magma puppet's body exploded.

Countless rocks flew, and in a moment, what was originally a terrifying summoned object turned into powder.

Good guy, this is so handsome.

Zhao Xun was going crazy with excitement.

I didn't expect that the third senior brother had such a unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box with one hand.

If he hadn't been forced into such a situation today, I'm afraid Third Senior Brother wouldn't have done it easily.

The faceless man in the distance has no expression. Of course, he has no facial features and cannot have an expression.

He quietly watched everything happening in front of him, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"You are so ignorant. You think you can defeat me and defeat the Demon Sect with just this little skill of a three-legged cat. You actually want to go deep into the Demon Sect's hinterland. It's simply nonsense and wishful thinking."

The faceless man flapped his sleeves, and then a demonic wind sprang up, causing sand and rocks to fly for a while.

Everyone, including Zhao Xun, tried their best to cover their mouths and noses.

There is no way, the sand and dust are really too big. If this continues, they will all have to eat dust before long.

After about a cup of tea, the evil wind gradually weakened.

In the end it was restored to its original state.

Zhao Xun was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.

There was no trace of the faceless man in the vast wasteland.

Has the faceless man disappeared in a short time?

So the question is, where did the Faceless Man go?

"Junior brother, how can we get out now?"

Next, the third senior brother Long Qingquan raised an even more desperate question.

Yeah, they seem to be trapped.

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhao Xun.

This is quite easy to understand.

Because this is Zhao Xun's dream, Zhao Xun naturally has the final say.

If Zhao Xun can end the dream, they can naturally return to the physical body immediately.

Otherwise, if it is delayed for a long time, the soul may not be able to return to the physical body.

This is very dangerous.

Of course Zhao Xun understood what the senior brothers and sisters meant.

But being stared at by so many eyes at once put him under a lot of pressure.

For a moment he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Well, brothers and sisters, please stop staring at me all the time. This will put a lot of pressure on me."

Zhao Xun swallowed a mouthful of spit and tried to appear calmer.

Seeing that the brothers and sisters were still doubtful, Zhao Xun could only clear his throat, pat his chest and promise: "Don't worry, everyone, this is my dream, and naturally I have the final say. I can't guarantee anything else, but I will definitely

It can ensure that everyone is brought out of the dream safely."

In the end, Zhao Xun found a way.

He successfully brought the brothers and sisters out of their dreams.

All the academy disciples looked at each other.

"Good guy, it was really dangerous just now. If my junior brother hadn't come up with a quick wit, we really don't know when we would be able to come out of the dream."

"Who says it's not the case? It's very likely that the High Priest of the Demon Sect has secretly changed the dreams of my junior brother. The effects of his invasion have already begun to appear."

"So what should we do now? That guy seems to be still very powerful in the dream. Even the summons he summoned are so powerful, it's not easy for us to deal with them."

Facing the senior brothers and sisters in the academy, Zhao Xun didn't know what to say.

It can only be said that this Demon Sect High Priest is really not a human being.

Zhao Xun would not say much if he came to attack anyone who was above board.

But this is a bit too underhanded.

"Maybe we can try this method."

Third senior brother Long Qingquan still gave some advice.

"Since this guy likes to invade other people's dreams, we might as well set up defenses in advance in the dream. Then when he enters, we can wait and fight with all our strength. This is very important, because he is completely unaware that we will

What's the trick? Since Junior Brother can successfully bring us back from the dream, we have nothing to fear."

Third senior brother Long Qingquan clenched his fists and said, "What do you guys think?"

He seemed to be expecting a positive response.

But no one supported his idea.

Even senior sister Xiao Ning, who was always the most talkative, shook her head and said: "Third junior brother, I'm afraid you're not good at it. If we really do this as you said, we would be too passive. Because we don't know about the Demon Sect's Grand Ceremony.

Learn to choose when to invade. We can't always stay in our junior brother's dream, it would be too passive."

"Yes, Third Junior Brother, we are not waiting for rabbits. What if this rabbit is clever enough to survive without hitting the wooden pile?"

Sixth senior brother Lu Guangdou also felt that Long Qingquan's plan was unreliable and shook his head helplessly.

Long Qingquan was unhappy now.

He spread his hands and said, "Then tell me what to do. This won't work, that won't work either. Come and come up with a better solution."
To be continued...