With every collision, there will be roars over the martial arts field.

Many monks have already managed portraits to jump over the dragon gate and successfully advanced.

The portrait returned to the same place and continued to be manipulated. In less than a moment, more than 500 people had entered the next level.

The monks who advanced, they retreated to the side and watched the battle quietly.

"This Liu Wuxie is not simple. He can fight with ease in the face of so many people attacking."

Many people looked at Liu Wuxie with awe.

If it were them, they would have been trapped to death by the portrait.

"Swish!"

A magic painting controlled by Liu Wuxie came from a hissing sound, and a crack was torn apart by the portrait of Fish Roe.

The portrait is cracked, which means the portrait is damaged and the combat effectiveness is greatly weakened.

"Are you so impatient? Just use the power of the Ghost Master!"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth.

With the power of Caviar Le, the portrait of Liu Wuxie could not be damaged at all, and it was obviously using external forces.

After destroying a portrait, Fish Le did not fall in love with the battle and rushed towards the dragon gate with Jiang Yulang's portrait.

As long as they cross the Dragon Gate, they will successfully advance, and Liu Wuxie will not be able to kill them.

"The head of the family, a mysterious force just entered the painting, and this force is very strange."

Yuan Fengshan sat next to Yuan Fengnan and whispered.

"I felt it too!"

Yuan Fengnan frowned. They had someone investigated the origin of Caviar Le, but there was no clue.

It seemed to emerge out of thin air.

With the tacit understanding between him and Jiang Yulang, Yuan Fengnan has a bad feeling.

It would be difficult for Liu Wuxie to stop Jiang Yulang and Yu Zile, unless he would draw back several portraits of the battle against Linglongtian.

The consequences of doing this will be very serious. Linglongtian and the six people will definitely form a thunder attack and find a way to kill him.

"Kill Ling Qiongmo first!"

Liu Wuxie made a decision soon.

In contrast, Ling Qiongmo's danger is far greater than that of Yuzile and Jiang Yulang.

The two of them, at best, framed themselves without knowing their true identity.

But Ling Qiongmo is different. Once you wake up your memory and know the things in the mortal world, the consequences can be imagined.

The two powers are the least likely to be injured.

After making up their minds, Jiang Yulang and Yu Zile escaped, and eight portraits rushed towards Ling Qiongmo and the six people at the same time.

Although one of the painting immortals was damaged, it still did not hinder the attack.

Eight vs. Six, Liu Wuxie gained the upper hand.

In addition to Ling Qiongmo, the others have higher talent in painting skills, and their control portrait combat power is also extremely average.

Liu Wuxie's soul power suddenly formed a spiral, and the eight portraits changed their trajectory, like a spear, rushing towards them.

"not good!"

Ling Qiongmo shouted loudly, but he still underestimated Liu Wuxie's combat power.

The people on the stage were fascinated by the sight, and they had never seen such a wonderful way of fighting.

There is no immortal art, no immortal skills, no immortal energy fluctuations.

Only the portraits shuttle through the air.

Each portrait is different, and their combat power is also divided into three or six or nine levels.

How to concentrate these forces is difficult.

After Ling Qiongmo finished speaking, he controlled a portrait again and attacked Liu Wuxie.

He is worthy of being a descendant of Ling Qiongtian. Ling Qiongmo's soul power is extremely powerful, and he has lived for countless years, which is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"Hmph, a trick!"

Liu Wuxie let out a contemptuous laugh.

Let Ling Qiongmo attack from behind him, and the eight portraits hit faster and faster.

"Hide!"

The disciples on Ling Qiongmo's left realized that something was wrong and asked them to disperse soon.

He could feel that Liu Wuxie was definitely not just doing this method.

It seems that eight portraits form a spear, and there must be mystery hidden inside.

"It's too late to hide now."

Eight-door golden locks!

Raid from all directions!

How could Liu Wuxie give them time to avoid it?

The portraits were actually curled together, like scrolls.

After the merger, it turns into a sharp spear.

"What a tricky attack method!"

The elder of Cangyun Sword Sect suddenly stood up and was deeply attracted by Liu Wuxie's technique.

The locked disciple Linglongtian's expression was so angry that he could not avoid the locking of the spear.

At this moment, the second portrait controlled by Ling Qiongmo rushed towards Liu Wuxie's back.
Chapter completed!