Vol 2 Chapter 1441: Halberd thunder

Summoner: War Ghost, Lu Wenhou!
Seeing this scene, the purple-clothed old man suddenly shrank his eyes, and said coldly, "Who are you? Why did you appear out of thin air?!"
The old man in purple is the elder of the inner sect of the Canghai Sect, named Qiu Ye!
Not only that, but his own cultivation base is also extremely strong, he is the eighth peak of the true spiritual realm, half-footed into the ninth, it can be said to be the quasi-peak state.
It can be seen that at the moment of Lu Wenhou, Qiu Ye's heart started to throb, and a wave of anxiety surged into his heart!
Qiu Ye believes that the cold man with the dragon silver armor in front of him should be the mark of the pinnacle of true power. On the mainland, it is common for masters to put one-on-one martial arts, exercises, and phantoms into the mark, which helps to protect his disciples. , Or relatives and friends.
But the imprint has a special feature that what appears is not the body, but the phantom, the phantom condensed from the true essence.
The purple Nepenthes that he had condensed before was also really gasified, not solid.
But Qiu Ye clearly saw that Fang Tian's painted halberd, the fierce blade, was an entity, suspended in front of him with the Dahuanglin magic spear!
"White clothes!"
Qiu Ye's sharp gaze swept away: "Who is he? Where did he come from?!"
Xu Liusu obviously didn't want to talk nonsense with him, and said to Lu Wenhou: "Master Hou, kill!"
"Yes!"
Wen Hou got up, he was tall, about two meters tall, and his arrogant face was slashed, revealing a trace of violence.
"Call!"
With a squeak, Fang Tian's painted halberd immediately fell into Wenhou's hands. It has to be said that compared to Hanhou and Weihou, Wushuang Gods and Ghosts are truly fierce and mighty, and they can give to the enemy without making a move. Bring a heavy sense of oppression!
As if to suffocate!
That's right, Qiu Ye felt this way now, his pupils shrank, and the phantom couldn't help taking a step back, moving away from Wenhou!
A gleam of light flashed across Lu Bu's eyes, and with a finger far away, Fang Tian's painting of the halberd instantly split, splitting the void into a ripple, and the light of the halberd blade fell, unremarkable!
But this unremarkable halberd suddenly split the ridiculous picture, almost scattered, the halberd blade was like a gorgeous meniscus shape, sweeping away half of the barrier in front of it, and slashed directly on Qiu Ye's left shoulder!
"Hahahahaha!"
Qiu Ye immediately sneered and said, "I thought I had summoned the energy mark of a master. What is this trick? Frighten me?!"
The halberd fell on his left shoulder, it was not painful or itchy, and there was no feeling at all!
Lu Bu didn't answer, Hanwei's eyes narrowed slightly, his right palm firmly grasped, and he immediately grasped a dark golden longbow from the void!
"Hehe, still a master archery?"
Qiu Ye sneered, and continued to sneer and sarcastically said: "When you are young, you will learn from others to block the real seal. What do you think you are? The old man has been in five directions for many years, and has never seen you! Well, since you are questioning death, then If your true seal is broken, your body will suffer severe damage!"
Qiu Ye waved his hand abruptly, but his eyes narrowed and he stiffened suddenly!
"This, it's impossible, my left hand, my left hand!"
Qiu Ye was horrified to discover that in the light and shadow he condensed, the left shoulder was long gone, and a hole that had torn the Zhenqi light group stretched from the left shoulder to the armpit!
"Yes, is that the halberd just now?!"
Qiu Ye screamed in shock: "You cut off the left shoulder of my true seal with a halberd?!"
The power condensed by the true seal is substantial, but if you want to smash the power, let alone the cultivation base that requires the peak of true strength.
And Lu Bu did not answer, and recalled Fang Tian's halberd painting, and immediately used the halberd as an arrow to set it on the dark golden bow.
"Thunder with a halberd bow!"
Shoo!
After an indifferent word, the overbearing Fang Tianji on the bowstring suddenly disappeared, and the trembling bowstring quickly bounced off, turning into a sharp streamer, which instantly broke through layers of desert air masses, without letting out, directly in Qiu Ye’s true seal phantom. Blast, the chest is directly blown to pieces!
The phantom fell apart, as if disintegrated!
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