: Destroy the enemy

"Even if this person hides his cultivation, his strength is at most in the foundation-building realm. Otherwise, he would have killed me and the other two long ago. Since that's the case..." A fierce light flashed in Xuan Zhen's eyes. He was still doing something today. If he could not kill the little witch, the agreement with that person would not be completed and he would not be able to obtain his protection. At that time, if the Ten Thousand Demon Sect chased him, he would have no way to die!

"As a monk of the righteous path, he is entangled with this little witch of the demon. Since you are willing to fall, I will deal with you together." Xuan Zhen's face was ferocious, and a powerful aura burst out from his body instantly.

"Zi Yang, you and I join forces to kill this person at a speed!" With a loud shout, Xuan Zhen slapped his backhand, and the ring was sacrificed by him again, but he was quite afraid of Xiao Chen, so this time he did not hesitate at all, and the spiritual power in his body rushed into it wildly. As the spiritual power injected, the ring emitted a buzzing sound, smooth and skyrocketed, and its volume even increased to several feet.

"disease!"

With a straight hand, the ring mixed with powerful power and swept down.

The middle-aged man in the early stage of foundation building was not willing to be outdone. At the same time, he used spiritual weapons and fell to Xiao Chen.

When Wang Ziyang heard this, he looked a little excited, and he was unwilling to fall behind. He muttered something and controlled a golden axe to slash it at Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen's face was serious. The spiritual power pressure bursting out from Xuan Zhen made him secretly frightened. The cultivation of a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building was so terrifying. If he hadn't had his strong spiritual sense, he would have lost nearly half of his combat power just under this pressure. At this moment, facing the attack of the two spiritual weapons, Xiao Chen's eyes were calm. When he slapped his forehead, he sang a dark small sword.

This spiritual weapon is obtained from the Black Wind Old Ghost. Although it is only a top-grade, it has extremely powerful power. Compared with the average top-grade spiritual weapon, it is no less than that.

"disease!"

Nearly three points of spiritual power in the body were completely injected into it, and the small sword was shining with black light, and its volume increased rapidly. A sharp aura swept out.

"go."

The dark sword was two feet long and several feet wide after it surged, piercing through the air and causing a harsh sound of breaking through the air.

boom!

The ring and the giant sword collided, and Xiao Chen's eyes turned black and a buzzing sound in his ears. Although his spiritual energy in his body is comparable to that of the early stage of foundation building cultivators, and his spiritual consciousness has reached the late stage, there is still a big gap in the Xuanzhen competition of magic power in the late stage of foundation building.

But at this moment he didn't care about this, because the spiritual weapon of the monk in the early stage of foundation building had already fallen.

"Swallow the sky with one finger!"

Xiao Chen groaned, and the spiritual power he had consumed three points of his spiritual power before sacrificing his spiritual weapon. At this moment, he used the Tian-Swallowing Finger and then took another four points of the spiritual power in his body.

A crystal clear finger condensed from spiritual power appeared, and the external spiritual power suddenly injected into it crazily. As the spiritual power continued to inject, the size of the finger also increased rapidly, and the pressure of the spiritual power emitted in it became more and more amazing.

"What a strange magical power, I can't continue to absorb it, otherwise I will definitely end up seriously injured." Wang Ziyang was shocked and was very afraid of the magical power produced by Xiao Chen. In just a moment, the pressure emitted by the finger was increased by more than twice.

"go!"

Prince Yang's mind moved, and the spiritual weapon suddenly shone brightly, and his speed increased sharply and collided with the Tiantian's finger.

boom!

Xiao Chen groaned, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. His previous fight with Xuan Zhen Spiritual Artifact still caused his internal organs to be injured. In a hurry, he used a finger to swallow the sky to resist Wang Ziyang. He was traumatized again and his face turned pale.

"Boy died!" Wang Ziyang was overjoyed when he saw this, and he held the spiritual weapon in his hand and slashed it in front of him.

"It's this moment!" A bloody color flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes, and the stinging cone instantly emitted.

Prince Yang's face changed, and a little crisis suddenly arose in his heart. Without waiting for him to make any moves, the thorn cone fell on him.

"ah!"

The sea of ​​consciousness was impacted, and the prince raised his mouth and nose and spurted blood, screamed, his body shook, and fell directly to the ground.

"Zi Yang Nephew!" Xuan Zhen exclaimed, and his body flew over to respond, otherwise he would definitely die if he fell from these dozens of meters above the sky!

He sacrificed his spiritual weapon, used the Tian-Swallowing finger, and issued the stinging god cone. Three moves in a row were all the strongest means that Xiao Chen could master at this moment. The purpose was to kill Wang Ziyang in one fell swoop. Otherwise, if two cultivators from the foundation-building realm joined forces, he would definitely have no chance of winning.

So this Prince Yang must die!

"Hmph!" Most of the spiritual power in his body was consumed, and less than half of his spiritual consciousness remained. Xiao Chen's face was extremely pale. However, at this moment, he ignored the injuries in his body and took out a high-level hot art talisman without hesitation. After injecting spiritual power into it, he smashed it down at the prince Yang without hesitation.

"No!" Not far away, Xuan Zhen screamed with a sad cry. This Wang Ziyang was the few true disciples left by his Qingling Sect, and his cultivation level had reached the foundation-building stage. The loss was enough to make him heartbroken.

After the fire talisman was used, it was comparable to the attack of a monk in the early stage of foundation building. At this moment, although Prince Yang was awake, his spiritual consciousness was chaotic, and he could not fully mobilize the spiritual power in his body. The spiritual power shield he barely laid was easily torn apart, and then fell on him in the former's fearful eyes.

Silently, the prince Yang was swallowed by the flames, and a storage bag and a spiritual weapon fell down immediately.

Xiao Chen didn't even look at it. The escape light flashed and turned around and fell into the carriage to hold Li Xiaoyi in his arms. Then he set up the escape light and fled to the distance wildly.

"Today I will definitely draw your soul and refine your soul, and I will never be reborn." Xuan Zhen's face was distorted, and his rosy and gentle face was also ferocious at this moment, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"You pack up the relics of Master Ziyang and go back to the base to wait for me. After I kill these two people, I will go to find you." Xuan Zhen said a word, and the light of escape flashed wildly on his body. As he breathed, his figure appeared dozens of feet away.

In the escape light, Xiao Chen took out several pills and took them with his back hand. As the medicine was refining, his face looked a little better. However, the consumption of spiritual consciousness could not be recovered overnight. At this moment, he was in a headache and a golden light flashed in front of him.

With a sharp bite of his tongue, Xiao Chen suddenly woke up, feeling the powerful aura that was getting closer and closer, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"If this continues, you will be caught up sooner or later. No, it seems that you have to land and hide by relying on the terrain of the barren mountain here." Xiao Chen's eyes swept across the ground, and the escape light converged and landed directly.

This is a low mountain stream, only seven or eight meters high, covered with green vines and green fruits the size of children's fists. A trickle of spring water flows by, and a small pool is formed not far away, which is clear and can be seen from the bottom. A few unknown grass carp are leisurely and contented.
Chapter completed!