The Portal of Wonderland

“Boom!”

The roar of the heavens and the earth sounded, and the stars suddenly burst into bright light, and the golden giant soldier roared backwards and backwards, falling into the hands of Simon Snow.

With the golden rays of light falling apart, the green dragon shadow dissipated invisible.

Simon Snow saw this, his eyes flashed a bright glint, his mouth whispered a few words of silence, his fingers pressed together over his sword body.

The golden soldier blade stood up.

At this moment, the broken blue dragon suddenly sounded countless voices, turning into countless near-transparent green sword shadows, coming out of the dense and numb whistle, like a storm shooting towards Siemens snow.

These swordshadows almost seal off all the retreats of Siemens Snow!

Ximen Xue, however, was not slow to summon the law, and the golden soldier blade in his hand suddenly shook.

“Hurrah” a golden light screen of several lengths extends from it.

A shower of rain and banana sounds, the blue sword shadows fell on the golden light screen, a ripple, the golden light screen violently trembled, the spiritual light flashed, also beating Simon Snow backwards in a row.

Even so, the golden light screen has not been broken.

However, several battleships behind the woman were unable to escape, and the sound of "clicking” ruptured, the hull became scarred and shattered. In an instant, there were several tortoises on the spot, screaming company.

The blue dragon shadow appears to be just a green light sword shadow, but it is actually a hidden Xuan machine. Each scale scattered over its circumference is a sword shadow, all accumulating momentum, waiting for a moment of collision to excite, powerful enough to instantly annihilate a common planet.

After Simon Snow stabilized his figure, he went to Muqian in despair, and his eyes also gained a little more concentrated color.

His big step forward, his delicate body turned, his footsteps staggered, his blades waved constantly in his hand.

As it gets faster and faster, its figure suddenly becomes blurred.

He saw his body flash suddenly, and it actually split into two parts, turning into two lines.

Immediately afterwards, it flashed and split into four parts, turning into four courses.

Soon, in the absolute face of Muqian, sixteen siemens have appeared.

It looks exactly the same, and even at this point the movement is neat and uniform.

Mu Qian's facial color remained the same, with one hand squeezing the sword and the other laying the blue sword in front of him.

At this point, the sixteen Simon snow bodies suddenly moved simultaneously, spreading in all directions, waving a blade from different directions and sweeping towards Mu Qian.

These sixteen lines of shadow are not random, they are scattered among themselves and they correspond in seclusion, blocking almost all of Mu's retreats in between.

Though Mu Qian's eyes are different colors, his complexion remains unchanged.

He snorted coldly in his mouth, raised his long blue sword and shook his fingers into the sky. A brilliant green light immediately swept out of the sword, wrapping all the hundreds of feet outside him inside.

“Psst.”

More than a dozen sharp collision sounds echoed, and Simon Snow's figure was all blocked outside by this layer of blue light, and no one could break it into it.

“This is the… domain! ”

Lu Yang left and many others from the dust sect shouted.

“How is it possible that he was practiced in the early days of the Divine Realm? How is it possible to condense the realm?” Kanhui's subjective water is an unprovoked cover for shouting.

Siemens Snow's sixteen shadows were all blocked back by this layer of blue light. Although there was a little surprise between the eyebrows, the reaction was not as great as that of the surrounding people.

“Senior Mu took it seriously and was able to enter the path with a sword and condense this comparable field of sword domain. However, it seems that this sword domain has a unique capability and can only be used for protection purposes, right?” Sixteen siemens spoke together, repeating.

“Whether it's just protective or not, you can try it.” Mu Qian was gloomy, he said.

His voice had just fallen, the green light above the long blue sword in his hand suddenly lit up, covering the area of the green sword outside his body, a glimmer of light shook, actually flowed.

Simon Snow gazed and looked over the green light, only to see the light flowing over it, looking very soft, it actually looked like a green lake.

But no one will really think of that green light as a gentle lake, everyone knows that it is as convergent as the blue light of a water wave, and it must contain extremely dangerous swordlight.

But for a moment, the blue lake began to emit an echo, from which a fine silver-white light wave lit up, looking like a tailfish, racing for fear and crowded together, from time to time coming out of the green lake.

Mu Qian glanced at those silver-white light waves for a moment, and the long sword in his hand turned suddenly, pointing straight in front of him.

The green lake boiled like a boil, before the slight noise, suddenly became the “clattering” sound of the knife soldiers crossing, countless white light waves jumped out of the blue light screen, a hundred feet wide white light net in the star sky, covered by the sky toward the side of Siemens snow.

Simon Snow saw that the light above the sixteen shadows was shining at the same time, and they flew back, all standing on their backs, holding the blade of the soldiers in their hands, and joined to each other to form a circular array, which looked like a gold flower with sixteen petals from above.

As soon as the formation was arranged, the white light waves over there had been covered from above, submerging the golden flowers made up of Siemens snow.

“Psst.”

A continuous wave of metal collisions echoed.

A brilliant golden column of light suddenly lit up in the flooded regional centre, spinning wildly like a golden storm, strangling the white light into pieces and scattering it from the centre of the storm.

The Dust Sect Army was close to the storm and soon received a wave.

“Get out of the way!” Lu Yang's eyes changed and hurried to warn the dust disciples on the battleship.

Every white light is a sword light!

A lot of people didn't have time to react and were rubbed past by these white light fragments, and suddenly they had a broken bone.

During the golden storm, swords continued to sound, countless white swordlights were constantly shredded, but more swordlights impacted.

Those white swordlights, seemingly inexhaustible, were constantly replenished and rushed into a golden storm.

A stream of light between gold and white swept away in all directions!

Both seem to be deadlocked, but if you look closely, you can see every white sword light, which seems to diminish the power of the golden storm.

……

Fengyicheng.

It's just in the middle of the night and the city is quiet.

At this moment, a shadow flew out of the inn towards the inner city.

That's Shi Mu.

Now is not the grand festival of the day, the defense of the inner city is much more relaxed, and the stone pasture did not take much effort to lurk deep into the inner city.

Zhong Xiu's residence, he knew where it was and soon came to the neighborhood, trying to sneak in.

“Brother Shi.” A voice came from behind.

Shi Lian turned away in shock and saw only a golden robe girl who looked great, not knowing when to stand behind him.

This woman is not someone else, she is Zhao Xuanyi.

She stood on her shoulder with that copper-headed parrot, staring at the stone herd at this moment, quite rarely without noise.

“Miss Zhao.” Ishima's face changed, but she calmed down immediately.

“Is Brother Shi going to see Sister Xiu?” Zhao Xuanxiao turned slightly, then asked.

“Well, there's something I'd like to ask her.” Shi Mu's eyes flashed without denying it.

“Sister Xiu knew you would come, she asked me to tell you that she would not see you at this moment.” Zhao Xuelian moved up a few steps slightly, sighed faintly in his mouth and said.

“What happened?” The look of Ishima changed and asked.

“Nothing happened. Sister Xiu just didn't want to see you. Her pain, believing that Brother Shi can also experience one or two. She asked me to tell you that Heaven is the first thing, so you can focus on Heaven first.” Zhao Xuanxue stopped and said that a pair of beauties looked at Shi Lian.

Ishima frowned, Zhong Xiu's mind, how he did not understand.

Zhong Xiu did not want Shi Mu and Tianfeng clashes again. After all, there can be as many as seven or eight Tianfeng gods. He is far from an opponent now.

“Since this is what Soo means, I get it. Goodbye!” Shi Mu dawned on Zhao Xuanwei and then shook his figure, turning into a dark shadow, heading outside.

Zhao Xuanxue looked at Shi Lian and went away until his figure disappeared into sight, which made him disappear from his place like a ghost.

……

Outside the stars of the sword, Ximen Xue's confrontation with Muqian continued.

At this point, however, after a period of stalemate, the rotational speed of the golden storm finally slowed down, from which the remnants of Siemens Snow could be seen in a tacit manner.

At the same time, the seemingly endless white swordlight finally reveals a moment of scarcity.

Only Mu Qian's sword trick changed. The white sword, which was about to dive down, suddenly turned to one place, passing through the golden storm and surrounding the past behind it.

Soon, the white sword light receded and turned into a blue light screen again, where the sword shadow was heavy.

The sword reattached, and this time, Simon Snow was wrapped inside.

The Golden Storm slowed down and eventually stopped.

The sixteen shadows inside are slightly pale at this moment, obviously consuming a great deal.

Only these shadows are lit up and flashing, one after the other overlapping, eventually all in one.

“With the strength of the peak of the Holy Order, you can be proud to last so long in my cloud-by-cloud sword sea.” Mu Qian said that the tone was very serious and without any sense of ridicule.

“Many thanks the senior praise, but the purpose of the disciple is to defeat the senior, obviously not enough at this time.” Simon Snow said softly.