This is almost Lou Qianxue's most powerful opponent so far!

The eight disciples of the pagoda used the array at the same time, which increased their strength to a terrible level. In addition, the blessing of eight people's common holy luck

I'm afraid that in the whole Xuantian continent, no one can resist them!

Lou Qianxue looks pale and has a wisp of sweat on her forehead.

The more blessed you are, the more powerful your power will increase.

There are a lot of Saint luck in Lou Qianxue, more than any of the eight disciples of the holy Tower!

But after the combination of the eight disciples of the holy tower, they are more than Lou Qianxue!

"It's a little tricky now!"

She did not expect that the disciples of the pagoda should have such a means.

Of course, she did not expect that such proud disciples of the holy tower would join hands to deal with her alone!

The red wings formed by Shengyun are lifted by the thousands of snow in the building and fly to the sky!

Whoosh!

The colorful holy luck mixed with the power that can destroy the heaven and the earth, shoots to the building thousands of snow!

Lou Qianxue's body moved and dodged, but the colorful Saint fell in the distance, but made a deafening, powerful burst sound!

It can be imagined that if the holy luck falls on Lou Qianxue, Lou Qianxue must be dead!

Soon!

Between Lou Qianxue and the eight disciples of the holy tower, you played dozens of rounds.

For a while, it was dark and dark.

Around the yuan force crazy surging, gardens, grasslands, streams, mountains, almost all were affected, destroyed.

The colorful rays of the sun and the heart shaking holy luck are scattered everywhere.

There is a lot of activity here, which makes almost everyone in the Holy Land feel a little uneasy.

"What a strong holy luck!"

The five men from Shengxuan land also felt it. However, they were still fighting at this time, so they didn't rush there immediately. Instead, they changed from fighting to watching.

At the same time.

A tall young man with a cold face walked out of the dark cave. Behind him, there was a golden holy luck, which was towering into the clouds. He could not see the end at a glance. It seemed that the holy luck was too much for the sky.

"Well?"

As soon as he got out of the cave, he noticed that a position was shaking. Then he looked at the place where Yuan Li fluctuated the most violently. His face changed slightly: "they are Haoran!"

Think of his brother before the news, the youth look more and more cold.

"Whoever dares to attack my second brother and the pagoda must pay a price!"

At the same time.

Fierce fighting, the rapid consumption of Lou Qianxue's body of yuan and her mental strength, slowly, her face showed a tired color.

The disciples of the pagoda are also very tired, but they are eight after all.

Lou Qianxue has only one person.

Fortunately, there is an increase in holy luck blessing, and holy luck is not a consumable. Lou Qianxue can support it for such a long time.

"No more delays!"

Lou Qianxue takes a deep breath and holds the broken cloud sword.

The broken cloud sword is a ten step spirit weapon. It was once used by dantaiyuan to split the boundary of fire. At this time, it should not be difficult to split the holy luck that entangled the eight disciples of the holy tower together.

Lou Qianxue has a plan in mind.

With a loud shout, the broken cloud sword, with its bright colored light, chopped down the holy luck of the eight disciples of the pagoda from top to bottom.

Click! Click!

Among the eight, the firm and unshakable invisible array seems to be finally touched and burst

This is the moment!

Brush, brush!

Countless vines burst out of the ground in an instant. Before the eight disciples of the holy tower could react, they bound their hands and feet, and even branches directly penetrated their bodies and shed bright red blood

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