The young prince actually didn't care about the matter, but the rebellion in the South China Sea made him feel guilty. Especially when he heard that Qin Fanfan and a group of powerful people were sent to quell the rebellion, he felt a dull pain in his butt.
But he was only fifteen! In a dragon race that was tens of thousands of years old, he was still a baby dragon! Why should he be spanked?
He thought for a long time, threw out the dragon ball with an extremely guilty conscience, and hurriedly joined the battlefield.
The giant dragon's body easily blocked most of the attacks for the monks below who were unable to resist. It swung its tail and all the attacks were turned back with a "bang". He was also in a combined form. The dragon clan was blessed by nature, so he was naturally not afraid of the Seventh Elder.
Although the little prince blocked most of the attacks, some were inevitable. They subconsciously stretched out their hands to block in front of them. The oppression brought by those attacks made them feel desperate.
At this moment, the green area suddenly moved, and vines from all directions actually drew people in and sheltered them.
They were overjoyed to have escaped death.
I really want to kowtow to this field to show my respect.
This kind of field is good and wonderful.
The world of cultivation lacks such a humane field.
The Seventh Elder drew out his sword again in a flash, and did not care after failing. He rushed straight towards Ye Qinghan with murderous intent.
His main purpose was to take Ye Qinghan away.
He had prepared everything in advance.
All that’s missing is a son of luck.
It's just that Ye Qinghan was protected by the leader of the Sword-Wen Sect before, so it was not easy to succeed. After waiting for a long time for the other party to ascend, the Heavenly Dao was watching him covetously.
In order to avoid the sight of heaven, he had to endure hardships and make plans step by step to catch Ye Qinghan in one fell swoop.
Now he has given up completely. If he fails, he will die. No one can stop him today.
The Seventh Elder's crazy behavior caused Xie Chuxue to secretly cry out that it was not good. He still wanted to delay for a while and chat with the Seventh Elder, but it was obvious that the other party did not think so. Every move was aimed at Ye Qinghan. Xie Chuxue's eyebrows were cold, and his spiritual power was concentrated on the talisman. With a light flick of his finger, the talisman turned into a red light and flew towards Ye Qinghan.
The two were at the same realm, and in the art of talismans, his attainments were no less than the Seventh Elder's. The only thing he lacked was experience.
The Seventh Elder is an old man who has lived for thousands of years. Xie Chuxue is far from being able to compare to him.
People at the same level can only compare experience and means, and no one here can be his opponent.
Zhou Xingyun and Zhu You protected the two people behind them. The oppressive pressure pressed heavily on their shoulders. Xie Chuxue snapped her fingers lightly to defuse the attack.
The young man didn't look relaxed at all.
There are so many of them that the Seven Elders can't do anything to them in a short period of time.
But the Seventh Elder must have a trump card, otherwise he wouldn't dare to tear his face off so easily. Seeing that he was blocked one after another, the Seventh Elder glanced solemnly at the scene in the Ghost King Tower. It was an innate spiritual weapon with its own domain. He couldn't figure out the details, but he didn't know why he was very nervous.
The intuition of monks has always been accurate. The Seventh Elder did not dare to be careless and flipped the book in his hands.
He snorted coldly. Others didn't know that Changming Sect had a cultivator at the peak of the fusion stage, but he knew very well that the chessboard on Penglai Island could trap people into the formation, and those who entered would not be able to leave unless they died.
With a wave of his hand, the chessboard unfolded out of thin air, and countless people were trapped in the formation in an instant. He could move the chess pieces at will, and the life and death of countless people all depended on his fingertips.
The elders were not familiar with the formation. Some of them relied on their body movements to dodge, while others were concerned about the children behind them and were dragged into the game before they had time to dodge.
Xie Chuxue's face suddenly became terribly gloomy.
He knew about all kinds of rare treasures in the world of cultivation, but he still underestimated the other party.
The Seventh Elder curled his lips and said, "Want to save them? Hahaha, then you come and join the game."
If you want to save people, you have to join the game first. Once Xie Chuxue joins the game, it will be unknown whether he lives or dies.
Xie Chuxue naturally refused to compromise easily, and signaled Mu Chongxi and Zhou Xingyun to guard the two meditating people. He did not hesitate, and the blood in his heart was forced out. The light golden blood filled the Life-Destroying Pen. One after another spells rose from the ground, poured out from the pattern, and suddenly swooped down on the other side.
It seems that they are determined to fight to the death.
Using the blood from one's heart to nourish one's own spiritual weapon to enhance one's own abilities would result in enormous losses and the backlash would be immeasurable.
However, Xie Chuxue didn't care about anything else, he was the only one present who could compete with the Seventh Elder.
It is absolutely impossible for him to enter the game as he wishes.
Xie Chuxue refused to join the game and even adopted such a reckless fighting style. The Seventh Elder couldn't help but feel a little impatient, and he attacked viciously. He ran into the spell that was wrapped around him like an iron chain, and his hands and feet were restrained in an instant.
Xie Chuxue's face turned pale, and at the same time, the sharp sword pierced his heart, and all the talismans on his body were shattered. He adjusted his breathing, and blood soaked his clothes.
The talisman cultivator is of no use without the sword cultivator.
Fighting with a sword cultivator is crazy.
He wiped off the blood without caring and bit the pill into pieces. The light green fluorescence in the field was trying to repair his wounds, but in a battle between peak fusions, one move could be fatal, and Wan Wan Sheng could not save the person in a short time.
The Seventh Elder stretched out his hand, clenched his palm, and slapped Ye Qinghan, trying to catch him. Naturally, Xie Chuxue couldn't bear to watch him do that.
Several seals blocked his path, interrupting him again and again.
The Seventh Elder was completely furious: "Since you want to die, I will grant your wish!"
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand coldly!
Miaomiao shot an arrow immediately, trying to block the palm strike, and at the same time gave Xie Chuxue a lot of pills. However, when the palm strike came down, she realized the horror of the peak of the fusion state. She was shocked so much that she could hardly lift her hands, and it was almost useless to shoot an arrow. Xie Chuxue protected her behind him immediately, and gritted his teeth to receive most of the arrows with the Minsheng Pen.
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