"impossible!
"What methods did you use? Spit it out!"
Deng Fengqi was stunned for a moment, then roared that his spiritual artifact could no longer be sensed; it was gone.
Even the people on the purple boat were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes revealed a look of greed.
"I never imagined that someone from the countryside could obtain such a treasure. No wonder they dared to provoke us. If Master had obtained this item, he would definitely be among the top in the sect's ancestral ranks."
Yuan Luozi's eldest disciple said, "As expected of the senior brother, his reaction speed is beyond that of ordinary people. He knows that this kind of thing cannot fall into his hands."
This drew a satisfied smile from Yuan Luozi, who stroked his beard and watched the battle below.
The other junior brothers and sisters deeply felt the pressure from their senior brother.
Deng Fengqi's body surged with azure light, and his wind-attribute spiritual power was extremely violent, all of which swirled and gathered towards his index and middle fingers.
Whirlwind Finger!
A beam of cyan light shot out, producing a loud whistling sound.
Gu Yan smiled faintly, his entire body's power residing at his fingertips.
Two beams of golden and azure light collided in the sky. Everyone took precautions, fearing they would be affected by Yu Bo's attack. However, the azure light lasted for less than a second before completely dissipating.
Deng Fengqi's eyes widened in surprise at how strong his opponent was. He retreated rapidly through the air, gathering whirlwinds in his hands once more, intending to try again.
"Old man, you're still too green to fight me."
Gu Yan controlled the Thunder Flame Finger and chased after the opponent. His figure flickered, and he drew the Flame Dragon Sword and flew away. He was multitasking and directly blocked the opponent's retreat.
Seeing the approaching beam of light and a menacing magical weapon beside him, Deng Fengqi immediately unleashed two whirlwind punches while roaring to the sky.
"Master, save me!"
At this moment, Yuan Luozi, who had been watching closely from the purple boat, had already disappeared and had summoned his signature spiritual weapon, the Yuan Luo Scissors.
boom!
A whirlwind fist was instantly pierced by the finger beam, and then passed through Deng Fengqi's chest again. He looked at the wound on his chest in disbelief, and with his last strength looked at the Flame Dragon Sword, which had finally turned its sharpness and collided with the Yuanluo Scissors.
He realized that the sword had never intended to target him from the beginning; it had been guarding against others making a move.
puff!
He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes dimmed, and he fell from the sky.
The group of old princes of the Great Jin Dynasty were overjoyed to see this. They killed the opponent almost immediately after a brief exchange. Jin Hun, a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm, also began to absorb the power of fortune.
"Feng Qi".
Yuan Luozi roared and manipulated his divine sense remotely to grab him back. His voice was filled with sorrow. His disciple, whom he had taught for three hundred years, was dead, and had died right before his eyes.
At this moment, Yuan Luojian returned to his side.
Gu Yan also gripped the Flame Dragon Sword that flew into his hand tightly, clearly feeling the sword trembling. It felt as if it was about to be cut in two after just one collision.
He stared at the blue Yuanluo scissors, feeling that there were at least a hundred engraved patterns on them.
In the end, they retrieved the Flame Dragon Sword; continuing the fight would only render it useless.
"Everyone, attack together! Don't give this thief any chance to escape!"
Upon hearing Yuan Luozi's command, the nine people on the purple boat flew down in unison, occupying all positions and unleashing their spiritual weapons.
The swords, knives, seals, and bows were all activated, but they were not used directly to blast them out. Instead, they were used to intimidate and protect the attackers, as they were afraid of being devoured by that kind of method.
In an instant, they all unleashed various spells, and light burst forth, all of which bombarded Gu Yan.
Gu Yan laughed loudly, and the power of lightning and fire flowed like liquid across his body, radiating golden light.
boom!
In an instant, a golden figure, ten feet tall, appeared. Gu Yan was as if he were sitting inside a mecha, his entire body protected from all 360 degrees.
All the attacks landed on the golden thunderfire mech, only causing some ripples. It did not break through as the nine people had imagined. Instead, it charged towards a woman despite the attacks from a group of people.
"So bizarre, what kind of supernatural power is this?"
A beautiful woman in a purple robe exclaimed in shock. She was the tenth disciple who had become a disciple the latest, and the weakest in cultivation, only at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm. As a result, she became the breakthrough point.
"I never imagined that this young man could comprehend two realms of artistic conception in such a desolate place, and that he has already cultivated them to a minor level."
I'll attack from close range, you attack from afar.
Yuan Luozi appeared before his youngest disciple with a very serious tone, shielding her behind him and unleashing a burst of wind-attribute spiritual power.
Centered on him, the surrounding spiritual energy gradually formed a huge storm, sucking in the golden figure that rushed towards him.
Bang!
Above the royal city, golden and cyan lights filled the air. Storms cut through the lightning flames, and the lightning flames burned away the storms. Large amounts of liquid lightning flames splashed in all directions. The old kings could only do their best to protect the formation and prevent the royal city from being shattered.
"Old man, die!"
With a loud roar, Gu Yan sent a golden hand of lightning and flames breaking through, and the power of the lightning and flames expanded again, transforming into two hands tens of meters long, about to tear the storm apart.
Yuan Luozi's face was extremely ugly. He, a dignified Core Formation cultivator, had almost had his attack broken by a late-stage Foundation Formation cultivator. He immediately disregarded everything, releasing a large number of wind blades while simultaneously manipulating the Yuan Luo Scissors to slash at the enemy.
At the same time, the spiritual energy of the other nine people also bombarded over.
Gu Yan's face hardened. He treated the attack like a hand grenade, compressing it into one spot and detonating it all.
"burst!"
The lightning and flame power gathered around his body was detonated and shot out in all directions.
The magical artifacts that were launched at him were all blasted back by the fire waves. Even Yuan Luozi, who had been confronting him, transformed the dissipating hurricane into a thunder and fire storm.
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