Wen Rui looked at Nongzhu in confusion. It was incredible that a cultivator in the Yuanying Realm dared to be rude to a cultivator in the Middle Stage of Huashen Realm again and again. The strangest thing was that Nongzhu didn't seem to take it seriously. Especially when Yue Qianchou was facing Huo Zongming and the others, it seemed that he didn't care about a group of cultivators in the Huashen Realm at all. Yue Qianchou's background made Wen Rui deeply suspicious, and this was not the first time.
The eleven cultivators quickly took out their weapons and chased up into the sky. However, as soon as they reached midair, they spread out into a circle and surrounded him as they chased after him. Obviously, after seeing what happened to the three people in front of them, they were afraid of Yue Qianchou's thunderous sword rain, so they didn't dare to chase him directly. Instead, they scattered and surrounded him.
The wind blew the clouds. Yue Qianchou stopped in the sky and stared at the people who were chasing him. He said to himself, "Kind people will be bullied, and kind horses will be ridden. If I don't scare you today, I'm afraid that in the future, everyone will want to fight with me. Who can deal with them? It seems that my master's method of frightening the Demon Realm is worth learning. I should use thunderous methods to frighten ghosts and monsters. Kill! "
He grabbed two yellow talismans in his hands and threw them out. A series of explosions sounded in the sky, and thick smoke rolled and spread, covering Yue Qianchou. He used the Smoke Talisman.
The eleven people who were chasing him stopped and didn't dare to move forward rashly. After a while, the wind in the sky became stronger, and the spreading smoke gradually dispersed. Yue Qianchou's figure appeared again in the sky on his sword …
The eleven people looked at each other from afar. They didn't know what was going on, but they didn't dare to act recklessly. They didn't know what tricks Yue Qianchou was playing.
The thousands of people who were watching the battle looked at each other and didn't understand what Yue Qianchou meant. Nongzhu pinched her chin and frowned, "What tricks is he playing now?"
Yue Qianchou, who was in the air, stared blankly at the dispersing smoke for a while. Then, he muttered to himself with an awkward expression, "Damn, how could I forget that the wind is too strong at high altitudes."
Originally, he wanted to set up a smokescreen in the air and then use his advantage of being able to control a thousand swords to launch a sneak attack. Who knew that as soon as the smokescreen appeared, it would be blown away by the strong wind at high altitudes. Even he had fooled himself, let alone others. Unless it was a roundworm in his stomach, no one would be able to guess what he was playing at.
Yue Qianchou glanced at the eleven people who were biding their time. What are you guys so nervous about?
At this moment, a white cloud came along with the wind and covered his figure once again. When the white cloud floated past, Yue Qianchou revealed a look of realization. He patted his forehead and casually took out two Smoke Talismans. After a series of explosions, the smoke spread again in an instant and enveloped him.
Others could not see what was happening inside, but he opened his arms in the smoke, and thick white fog gushed out from his body. Everyone found that after the smoke was blown away by the wind again, a white cloud appeared in the sky. The white cloud surged and expanded continuously. Gradually, it spread nearly a kilometer in the air before stopping.
To everyone's surprise, all the surrounding white clouds were drifting with the wind, but this one was the only one that stayed in the air. Such a strange thing, everyone knew without guessing that it was Yue Qianchou's doing.
Even Nongzhu, who was below, looked up and was stunned. She said, "Is there anything that this guy can't do? He can actually make clouds? "
Last time, the miraculous method of making flowers and trees wither with the passage of time had already made him feel that it was incredible. Now that he had played with something new, it was an eye-opener for him. It was not difficult to evaporate water into mist, but the difficult part was to turn the mist into a cloud and not disperse.
Hibiscus opened her small mouth in surprise. This man was like the sea, hiding many unknown things that needed time to slowly uncover.
Yue Qianchou hid in the clouds and chuckled. Just now, using the smoke to create a diversion was really unnecessary. It was the white cloud that floated past him that reminded him. White clouds were formed by water. He could control the water art, and he could also create clouds and rain. It was not difficult to make a cloud. Hence, he created a pile of it.
There was another advantage to the clouds that he created, and that was because it was formed by his water art, it was not something that could be dispersed by the wind. It was completely under his control. Yue Qianchou opened his arms in the clouds and found a little of the feeling of being an immortal.
Every tiny drop of water that formed this cloud seemed to be a part of his body. He knew every movement in every place like the back of his hand. In this sea of clouds, he was the master. Nothing could escape his eyes. This feeling was too wonderful.
"Master was right. Indeed, the one who uses it well is invincible." Yue Qianchou clicked his tongue in admiration. He knew that because of this unintentional action, he would have another method to deal with his enemies in the future. In the future, whether it was to investigate the enemy's situation or when escaping, turning water into mist would be a very good method of concealment.
"Haha …" Yue Qianchou's savage laughter came from the clouds. "A bunch of trash, come at me!"
He was insulting them in public! The expressions of the eleven people changed. After waiting for a while, the leader scolded them for being cowards. Then, he shouted to the others, "Let's work together and disperse this cloud. Let's see where he can hide then."
The eleven people cautiously approached the edge of the cloud. They were probably still a little afraid that the lightning sword rain would suddenly emerge from the cloud. Yue Qianchou closed his eyes and felt the movement in this space.
After waiting for a while, they didn't discover any strange movements. The eleven people took out all kinds of weapons and madly stirred the cloud. However, no matter how many changes you stirred or how many thousands of strands you pulled out, it would slowly float back. It was impossible to disperse it.
Someone was so angry that he released his flying sword into the cloud and shot it randomly. With someone taking the lead, everyone else took out their own weapons and madly attacked the cloud. Yue Qianchou crossed his arms in front of his chest. With a smile on his face, he stepped on the sword and didn't even bother to open his eyes. He leisurely dodged the attacks.
This was his world. In this world, no matter how fast your flying sword was, where it came from, where it was going, and where it was moving, it would all appear clearly in his mind. As long as he dodged in advance, he would be able to evade it effortlessly.
The eleven people madly attacked for a long time, but they didn't hear any reaction from inside. However, they didn't dare to go deep into the cloud. No one wanted to face the scene of thousands of swords. The leader shouted angrily, "Yue Qianchou, if you have the guts, come out and fight openly."
"You're a pig brain! You have the nerve to say that you want to fight openly when eleven of you are fighting me alone. "Yue Qianchou's sneer came from inside.
Everyone listened to the sound and determined the location. They took out their mystic tools and attacked the place where the sound came from. As a result, their mystic tools collided with each other. A series of rumbling noises came from inside, shaking the cloud. After recalling their mystic tools, Yue Qianchou sneered again, "A bunch of cowardly rats."
The voice came from another location. The eleven of them attacked at the same time, but once again, they missed. So Yue Qianchou kept mocking him. The eleven people took turns to attack, but every time they missed, Yue Qianchou's voice would change to another place and continue to sneer.
After a while, someone suddenly shouted, "Everyone, release your divine sense and search. Let's see where he can run to."
Everyone cheered and did as they said. Yue Qianchou secretly sneered after hearing that. He finally reacted. I'm waiting!
With a flick of his sleeves, hundreds of black shadows drilled into the sea of clouds.
Once the eleven people's divine sense entered the sea of clouds, they couldn't help but think that it was a close shave!
There was a black flying sword hanging in the air every few days. No wonder this guy hid inside and refused to come out. As everyone expected, he wanted to lure everyone in for a sneak attack. But the strange thing was, when everyone released their mystic tools to attack, why didn't they touch these flying swords?
Everyone used their divine sense to check these black flying swords, but they didn't find anything special. Their divine sense continued to spread inside.
Yue Qianchou closed his eyes to feel the movements of the eleven divine senses in the clouds. When they were deep inside, his eyes suddenly opened. The hundreds of flying swords instantly released the power of the black fire and shot towards the eleven divine senses.
Actually, he understood the power of the black fire. Otherwise, it wouldn't have become the mystical fire that separated the Yin and Yang Realms. Ever since he got it, he had been suppressing its use and never abused it. Because he knew that the trump card was to be used as a trump card. He couldn't always take it out to show off. Otherwise, it wouldn't have the miraculous effect of killing. Unless it was a critical moment, he would never take it out and use it openly. Occasionally, he would use it for a while.
"Ah …" In an instant, the sky was filled with cries of grief. That kind of unforgettable, soul-burning pain was unbearable for anyone. The sound was so miserable that even the people below had goosebumps when they heard it.
The people who were watching the battle with their heads raised were shocked by the screams. They saw the cloud in the sky suddenly expand and engulfed the eleven people in an instant. Soon, the screams disappeared without a trace. Everyone looked at each other in dismay. They all knew that the eleven people were probably finished.
What puzzled everyone was that those people were still fine outside the cloud, so why did they suddenly curl up into a ball and let out such miserable wails? What the hell happened?
Yue Qianchou stood quietly in the cloud. The eleven twisted corpses had been turned into beehives by the flying swords. The flying swords stabbed the corpses in front of him and cut off the storage pouches hanging from the waist of the eleven corpses. He raised his palm and hundreds of flying swords drilled out of the corpses and returned to his sleeve.
Losing their support, the eleven corpses fell from the clouds with a whoosh. Yue Qianchou watched them leave. He put his palms together and chanted, "Amitabha! I really didn't want you to reveal my secret. So I killed you. Excellent, excellent! "
The people below saw the eleven figures fall quickly. "Pa pa …" They were embedded in the soft ground. There were already fourteen corpses on the ground. The group of people looked at each other silently …
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