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Chapter 748 Chaos

Following Taoist Feijian's words, two figures quickly ran to one side.

The two were old acquaintances, so there was no need to test anything. As soon as they stood still, the old man in white and Taoist Feijian sacrificed their respective magic weapons and fought together.

As soon as Taoist Feijian opened his mouth, seven flying swords flew out from his mouth, spread out in the air, and turned into seven huge flying swords. After a pause in front of him, the seven flying swords flashed quickly and faintly.

It has the state of seven stars.

The natal magic weapon used by this Taoist can actually be used to form a sword array.

If magic weapons, especially natal magic weapons, appear in sets, the difficulty, whether it is refining or refining in the body, is extremely difficult. A monk needs to put in many times more effort than others.

Of course, if the magic weapon is successfully refined, its power will be much greater than that of a single magic weapon. The power of the seven flying swords at this time is more than doubled when forming a sword array.

Just when Feijian Taoist sacrificed his life magic weapon and formed a sword formation, the old man in white did not hesitate at all. When he opened his mouth, something wrapped in gold and blue light flew out of his mouth.

In a flash, it turned into a huge chessboard. Runes shone uncertainly on the chessboard. Thirty-six chess pieces shone with gold and blue light, flew out from the chessboard, and flashed rapidly in the air.

Then, he actually regained his position.

I saw that where the chess piece was, there seemed to be a magic circle hidden in it.

No wonder Feijian Daoist was even more jealous of this old man in white clothes with his seven flying swords. It turned out that the old man in white clothes was also a complete set of treasures for his natal magic weapon.

The two of them didn't answer, they activated their magic weapons and rushed towards the other side.

Just as Taoist Feijian and the old man in white were setting off, the monk surnamed Lin and the black-faced old man surnamed Tang were also entangled by a Mangmashan monk respectively. The other Juehun Temple monks were not idle either, with their bodies flashing.

They also fought with a monk from Mount Mangmasan.

Suddenly, within a radius of several miles, eight pairs of Chengdan monks were seen fighting together, refusing to give in. Giant treasures were everywhere flashing with dazzling light and flying rapidly, and deafening huge banging sounds came one after another.

Shocked everywhere.

At this time, there were two monks from Mount Mangma who stood still and stared at the people fighting.

With the ability of the Chengdan monks, they would not do anything to defeat the few with more. At this time, they just wanted to see which of their fellow disciples was slightly outmatched, so they would help each other.

Sixteen Chengdan monks were fighting at the scene, but none of them used secret techniques. Instead, they only used their own magic weapons to deal with each other. Although the scene seemed extremely fierce, no one's life was in danger.

Thinking about these monks, they are all human beings who have been alive for hundreds of years. Although the two sides belong to two hostile camps, at the level of Chengdan cultivation, it is extremely unrealistic to kill them instantly. Unless one side

The treasures used are much stronger than the opponent's.

But this kind of situation is rare, because everyone's natal magic weapon has been refined in their own bodies for two to three hundred years. Even if they are slightly defeated, the winner cannot be determined in a short time.

The most dangerous thing at this time is the fight between the old man in white and Taoist Feijian, two cultivators at the peak of Chengdan.

Taoist Feijian was originally a demonic monk. With his magic power fully activated, his seven natal magic weapons carried a black mist. The seven natal magic weapons flickered in the thick black mist, and the huge pressure was even greater.

It's gushing out.

Although the Tianyan Mountains are full of fire-attributed energy, they are filled with an extremely cold aura. If it were a foundation-building monk, he would collapse to the ground just by being exposed to this astonishing pressure. The desire to fight is gone.

Although faced with such a sharp magic weapon from Taoist Feijian, the old man in white had a calm expression on his face.

The huge chessboard he drove seemed extremely mysterious. The thirty-six chess pieces on the chessboard seemed to have come to life, and the attacks displayed by each chess piece were ever-changing.

The soldiers transformed into spears and halberds, stabbing rapidly; the four magic weapons with the character "cannon" roared continuously, tongues of fire spit out, and the elephants and horses ran rapidly, as if there were ten thousand horses galloping. In such a scene, if Qin Fengming stayed You will definitely be stunned at the scene.

The fights among the monks in the later stages of becoming an elixir are all mysterious.

As time slowly passed, the mentality of the monks on both sides of the battle changed drastically. On the side of Mangma Mountain, there was an advantage because of the numerical superiority, so there was no need to worry at all. But Taoist Feijian and the others were increasingly worried. Become anxious.

Although the power of the magic weapons driven by the old man in white and Taoist Feijian were both astonishing, as time passed, the old man in white became more and more steady. As for Taoist Feijian, it became more and more difficult to move his magic weapon.

Under the constant attacks of dozens of opponent's chess pieces, the Seven Flying Swords were slowly and completely at a disadvantage. At this time, the Feijian Taoist was able to defend, but the attack was already weak.

In several other battles at this time, except for the monk surnamed Lin and the three peak monks in the late stage of becoming an elixir, on the Juehun Palace side, the other three were at a disadvantage.

While the monk surnamed Lin used his ice soul sword to attack the monk surnamed Mangmashan opposite him, he always paid attention to the black-faced old man surnamed Tang. Although the monk surnamed Mangmashan opposite had a very sharp magic weapon, the old man surnamed Lin did not have much to worry about. Compared with other people, he seems to be much more at ease.

But at this time, the younger brother of the old man named Lin, the black-faced monk named Tang, was at a disadvantage. Although his life would not be in danger in the short term, over time, danger would inevitably arise.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Lin pondered for a while and whispered: "Junior brother Tang, it is very difficult for us to win. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Junior brother, you should find the right time and leave here immediately. "After receiving the message from Senior Brother, the black-faced old man was also very happy. He had already thought about leaving. At this time, Na Na was still hesitant and immediately sent the message: "Okay, just follow what Senior Brother said."

After the black-faced old man finished speaking, he raised his hands without hesitation. Suddenly, a huge ice cone that covered the sky suddenly appeared, and in a flash, it shot towards the Mangma Mountain monk who was fighting with it.

There were so many of these ice cones, hundreds of them, that they covered the sky and the sun, and their sound was astonishing. In a flash, they passed a distance of thirty or forty feet and headed towards the Mangma who was driving the magic weapon eighty feet away. The mountain monks flocked away.

Seeing this suddenly, Monk Mangmasan was also shocked. Facing hundreds of astonishingly powerful ice cones, Monk Mangmashan would not take any risks. With a wave of his hand, he sacrificed a round shield magic weapon. In a flash, it transformed into a huge shield nearly ten feet long and guarded him in front of him.

Just as the Mangmasan monks were preparing their defenses, the black-faced old man surnamed Tang suddenly turned around, and with a move of his hand, he took his life magic weapon and rushed towards the distance.

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