With the long roar, the few colorful villains flew down, each containing the holy energy of the Qilin, like a divine weapon from the sky, unstoppable!

"Isn't this the Taoist sect's 'spanning beans into soldiers'? Well... it's a bit similar, but not exactly the same."

Liang Yan's thoughts were lit up and he reached out and patted him gently on the Taixu gourd.

In an instant, nine blue clouds flew out of the gourd, rapidly evolving in the air, and eventually turning into nine vague figures.

It is his nine sword spirits!

After devouring the holy treasure of the entire pot, the Taixu Gour directly condensed five sword spirits. In the next three hundred years, Liang Yan plundered many cave magic weapons and finally collected enough nine sword spirits.

At this moment, in the air, the nine sword spirits each stood in one direction, connected with each other's breath, forming a mysterious sword formation!

This array is called "Confucian style and Taoist heart"!

However, it was the sword formation created by Liang Yan who had been in seclusion for many years and integrated the perceptions of Lu and Liu!

The sword formation had just unfolded, and the thousands of colorful villains had already pounced down and fought with the nine sword spirits.

In an instant, the holy energy surged!

All of the colorful villains were like copper heads and iron arms, rushing around the sword formation, trying to destroy the sword formation.

Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind turned, and the nine sword spirits used their magical powers one after another, which was actually the six-style method of the wisdom sword!

Not only that, the sword spirits cooperated with each other, and there was another change of yin and yang. The breaths were connected and cycled, just like a huge yin and yang millstone, which wanted to crush all opponents into the array into powder!

"Confucianism is the appearance, Tao is the inner! Confucianism is the acquired, Tao is the innate! Innate nature leads the acquired nature, and endless changes are born..."

Liang Yan silently recited the mind method and pinched his fingers.

Above the head, the sword formation is constantly changing, the nine sword spirits are moving towards the sky, and the six styles of the wisdom sword are used freely!

At the same time, the yin and yang energy surged from the formation, gradually drawing the innate Tai Chi diagram.

In this Tai Chi diagram, those colorful villains were cut off by the sword energy every step. The Confucian Sect’s Hui Sword cut off their bodies and the Daozong Xuan Sword destroyed their souls!

In just a moment, thousands of villains were wiped out and were all killed in the sword formation!

"How dare you destroy my magical powers!"

In the clouds and mist, the Qilin Saint frowned.

You should know that this "Thousand-Ping Transformation Soldier Art" was made by him after thousands of years of practice. Each feather must be tempered by a secret method, which requires a lot of resources.

Unexpectedly, these feathers were broken into the hands of a cultivator in the realm of Transformation of Tribulation!

"Zhu Ning, do you still want to let go of water? He has been escaping from us again and again. How do you explain to the Confucian League General Assembly?" Qilin Saint shouted.

A sigh sounded in the clouds and mist.

I heard Jiuxiao Yuanjun's voice slowly say: "My friend Liang, can you explain why I know the art of wisdom sword in Confucianism?"

Liang Yan smiled and said, "What's the difficulty? I have had a discussion with the descendants of the Six Styles of Huijian, so I know it well."

After hearing this, Jiuxiao Yuanjun shook his head: "My friend's words are a bit impure and untrue. The six styles of the Huijian Sword are profound and profound. How can you master them in just a few trials?"

After saying that, he sighed again: "It seems that I must capture you today, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to the headquarters."

Before he finished speaking, a huge palm print composed of white clouds fell from the sky and slapped hard over the canyon.

Rumble!

There was only a loud noise that shook the earth, and the canyon that stretched for thousands of miles was divided into pieces!

Countless gravels rose into the sky, all wrapped in the holy energy of Jiuxiao Yuanjun, and crashed into Liang Yan like a meteor!

Seeing that this person was trying his best, Liang Yan's eyes also showed a serious look.

He quickly pinched the magic tricks in his hand, and the chaotic sword energy surrounded him, shattering all the nearby rocks.

At the same time, five sword lights of green, silver, purple, white and black rose into the air and condensed into a colorful sword silk above his head.

A solemn aura filled the air, and the world changed color!

It is Liang Yan’s own sword-like killer move: Dust-cutting silk!

Puff!

A light sound came from mid-air, and then the world became quiet.

I saw the white cloud's palm pierced by the sword thread, swaying in place, and then collapsed and turned into clouds and mist dissipated in the air...

In the distance, Jiuxiao Yuanjun was shocked by this scene, and was stunned for a moment, and actually forgot to take action.

The Holy Lord Qilin was extremely angry and thought to himself: "This son must not be kept!"

This thought flashed by, and immediately activated the magic power, and the vast holy aura turned into flying feathers all over the sky, carrying the Qilin Heavenly Fire and descending from the sky!

Liang Yan used the magical power of "Slaying Dust Silk". Although he temporarily forced Jiuxiao Yuanjun to retreat, his magic power was consumed hugely and it was difficult to resist the attack of the Qilin Saint Lord in a short period of time.

"Old thief Guo Yuan, do you still have shame when you take advantage of others' danger?" Liang Yan shouted.

After hearing this, the Qilin Saint Lord was slightly red, but hesitated without hesitation.

"Don't be noisy! You will be captured today!"

While speaking, feathers fell from the sky, and the majestic holy aura was like a storm of waves, heading towards Liang Yan!

Liang Yan could not resist it, so he hurriedly turned his body out of the canyon and galloped into the distance.

"You can't escape!"

The Qilin Saint is like a shadow, and his magic power locks it.
Chapter completed!