"Who are you? You're sneaky." Five disciples of Jibing Sect fell down in a row, their eyes cold, and Wen Tianbao felt scared.

"Who am I still need you to care about? You group of people from Jibing Sect are sneaking up and want to get a share of the pie." Wen Tianbao said calmly as if his face was iron. He didn't know what the purpose of the Jibing Sect disciples were, but he was pretending to behave completely to pretend to confuse the Jibing Sect disciples. Among these Jibing Sect disciples, only one of them has the middle stage of foundation building cultivation, and the other four are in the early stage of foundation building.

Although Wen Tianbao is only at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining, his real strength cannot be underestimated. With all his strength, if nothing unexpected happens, he can kill one or two ordinary mid-stage cultivators. However, Wen Tianbao has a deep understanding of the horror of the Ji Ice Sect. He is not comparable to a magic fish, and is almost better than a disciple of the Tianyi Sword Sect. Moreover, he has lost the "Xingkong Shuttle" and is rashly fighting. If he cannot defeat him, he will only face the fate of being killed with his cultivation speed.

"Oh? Since we know that we are from Jibing Sect, we dare to be so arrogant? I really think that there is anything to rely on to fight against five?" The young man with a slut face said coldly. When he saw Wen Tianbao's calm expression, he did not dare to act rashly. At this moment, Wen Tianbao's "hidden Qi array" had completely hidden his cultivation, and even this disciple, including this mid-stage foundation building, could not see through Wen Tianbao's cultivation.

Wen Tianbao did not answer, and when he saw everyone's faces were solemn, he felt even more happy. He thrust his waist and his whole body became more powerful.

While Wen Tianbao was stalemate with everyone, there was also a shocking explosion sound. Huanxu Sect, Tianyi Sword Sect, and the magic monks gathered together, and each of them used magic and auras. For a moment, the colorful colors filled the sky, and some waves shook, rocks collapsed, and plants and trees Cui Wei. The wonderfulness of such a battle was even no less than the confrontation between the elders of the Danding Sect and the monks surnamed Gong that day.

The sky was roaring there, and the few people looked solemn. Wen Tianbao was leisurely and free when he looked at each other. Seeing that the few people were not taking action for a long time, Wen Tianbao smiled and said, "If you don't do it, I don't want to waste time with you, so I'll just leave." Wen Tianbao moved his steps and walked around the few people slowly.

While walking, Wen Tianbao's heart was also beating wildly, for fear that these five disciples of the Jibing Sect could not help but use magic to attack him, and that his cultivation would be exposed. You know, he is now mysterious and even few people could not see through his cultivation and dare not move rashly.

After walking a hundred feet away, Wen Tianbao's back was sweating faintly. The disciple of the Jibing Sect, led by the mid-stage foundation building, suddenly shouted loudly: "Slow up!" Wen Tianbao did not stop or speed up his pace, and still walked slowly. At this time, a sudden wave of spiritual power was growing behind him. Wen Tianbao's eyes condensed. When he turned around, a thick extreme ice air squirted out, like snowflakes blowing randomly. The extremely cold breath penetrated every corner, and the grass and trees along the way were condensed into ice.

"It's coming just right!" Feeling this extremely cold force, Wen Tianbao raised his mouth and did not use spiritual power, but just resisted it with his body. These extremely cold energy are cold and harsh. If ordinary monks seep into it, they will probably be blocked from their spiritual power, and then spread throughout their bodies and completely frozen into ice.

This cold air was a little colder than the disciple of the Jibing Sect who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining that day. I think the disciple of the Jibing Sect that day absorbed the cold stone. The cold stone was formed naturally and contained bone-thick cold power, but it seems that it has no effect now.

Facing the extremely cold air that covered his entire body, Wen Tianbao's face remained unchanged, and his whole body was just shaking slightly. The whistling cold air seemed to face a high airtight wall, and even slipped away from Wen Tianbao's back. Wen Tianbao was bathed in extreme cold, and he could feel a stream of extremely cold air entering from his pores, swimming through his abdomen, and then drilling out from the pores on the other side. Although it was a little cold, it would not cause frostbite.

This was the third time he had faced extreme cold, so that Wen Tianbao's physical condition had completely resisted it. After repeated blowing, his skin became brighter and shone with a crystal light.

"What kind of physique do you have? You are not afraid of the invasion of this extreme cold power. Are you the extremely cold body in the legendary Jibing Sect?!" The young man with a numb face changed drastically when he saw this.

"I don't have to worry about what kind of physique I have. Today I will be rewarded with this attack next time!!" Wen Tianbao snorted coldly, his body moved, and he did not use spiritual power, but simply increased his speed to the limit and ran to the distance quickly. Several disciples of the Ji Bing Sect behind him were all as white as earth. The young man with a numb face in the leader had a deep face, with deep fear in his eyes. Looking at Wen Tianbao's extremely fast figure, he did not take the initiative to track it. He just said hatefully: "This person is really mysterious. Not only can he fight against my extreme cold power, but without any spiritual power, he is even more speedy, almost a few points faster than the peak warriors of the innate peak. This person has not used his spiritual power and shows his true cultivation. I am afraid that there is some kind of restraint. Otherwise, with these points, we are probably unable to resist."

Although Wen Tianbao resisted this person's extreme cold energy, it actually does not mean that he has strong cultivation and profound spiritual power. If these disciples of the Extreme Ice Sect do not use ordinary Extreme Cold magic, they fight Wen Tianbao with their spiritual power and magic weapons alone, and with some more mysterious Extreme Ice Sect's magical powers, I am afraid that Wen Tianbao will be unable to resist.

Besides, it is a turbulent time now, and the battle over there is still continuing. Wen Tianbao's cultivation level at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining is not wanted to tremble too much. If he is accidentally discovered by the other side and is involved in a melee, he will be even more doomed.

Wen Tianbao ran thousands of meters away and turned around from afar. Until the figures of the disciples of the Jibing Sect disappeared, there were still shocking waves echoing not far away, as if the distance was getting closer and closer. Wen Tianbao's heart skipped, and did not continue to run away physically, but chose to control the magic weapon.

He pinched his fingers and was about to drive the "Splitting Sword" and left. He did not have a pure flying magic weapon now, and could only control this aggressive magic weapon. However, this was a high-level magic weapon after all, which was better than nothing, far exceeding the speed of his physical running.

Not long after it rose, Wen Tianbao had not stabilized his body, but he felt a circle of waves spread out. The "Sword of the Sky" under Wen Tianbao's feet trembled, and then he heard a angrily voice behind him: "Escape quickly! That demon is crazy! Hurry up and contact other disciples to support him!" Then the figures of the disciples of the Jibing Sect appeared in a mess before, and they did not care about Wen Tianbao, but ran away quickly. With a loud shock, the trees in front of him collapsed and the mountains were cracked, and some big rocks hit Wen Tianbao's body directly. As the rocks were flying, Wen Tianbao's flying sword was flexibly controlled, not being touched by the rocks.

"Swoosh swosh swosh swosh!" The wind whistled by the wind, and several cultivators from the Tianyi Sword Sect rushed over with their magic weapons.

"Here you come so soon?!" Wen Tianbao's eyes flashed, and Zeng Cai came through the air with a strong corpse energy. At this moment, there was almost no fluctuation of wooden spiritual power on his body. Instead, waves of green corrupt aura surged out. A disciple of the Tianyi Sword Sect who had been running slowly was contaminated with this corrupt aura, and his spirit suddenly diminished. Then Zeng Cai caught up with him and grabbed his head with one hand.

He didn't know what he was muttering, but saw the disciple's head swaying, and a vague spiritual light rose out of it. Wen Tianbao looked closely and was startled. This spiritual light was not a spiritual light spot, but a spiritual power contained in the spiritual consciousness. The disciple's spiritual consciousness was quickly decomposed and then integrated into Zeng Cai's mind. The crazy Zeng Cai suddenly became energetic, and the blue and red light in his eyes also weakened a little.

"God... 1, Sword Sect!" Zeng Cai spoke slowly, speechless, but his methods were extremely cruel. The cultivator who was deprived of spiritual consciousness soon rushed out of the back of his head and penetrated into Zeng Cai's palm. This blood seemed to be power. Under the nourishment of the blood, he had almost covered the body of the corpse energy, and seemed to have a little vitality and vitality again.

Then, Zeng Cai pounced at another disciple of the Tianyi Sword Sect again, but behind him was several Huanxu Sect cultivators with high cultivation and several demon cultivators.

Wen Tianbao also fled quickly in the chaos, while fleeing while observing the situation behind him. As soon as one of the demon monks chased him out, he first looked at Zeng Cai, and then turned his attention to Wen Tianbao who was fleeing far away.

Wen Tianbao intersected his eyes and his face suddenly became dark, "It's him!"

A middle-aged monk with gray hair, a haggard face, a ghostly figure, and a full of evil spirits.

This middle-aged monk is really powerful. He seems to have already achieved the cultivation level of the Rongyuan stage. It is easy to use magic tricks in every move and has many changes. It is obviously different from the fixed magic routines of foundation-building monks, but has risen to another level.

"Slay!" The middle-aged monk slashed out with a knife in the air. An evil wave naturally arose, like a strange light and shadow passing by, and immediately slashed at Zeng Cai in front of him. At the same time, he lit up his hand and a ray of gray light shot out. It seemed to be just a silk thread, which was not worth talking about, but the speed was as fast as lightning. It flew to Wen Tianbao in an instant.

"What is this?" Wen Tianbao's eyes were solemn. He flew his sword in the air, and at the same time he directly condensed the flames with his right palm to intersect the light. But the light seemed not afraid of the burning of the flames. It completely penetrated his palm and pierced directly into Wen Tianbao's arm. Wen Tianbao only felt that the light was full of inducibility. The moment he entered his arm, he felt that the wooden spiritual power filled in the bones of his right arm trembled, as if he was about to break away from the bones and merge into the light.

Wen Tianbao was shocked. While controlling the flying sword, he ran away wildly, while using the "Bone Refining Method". He was suppressed by the "Bone Refining Method", and the spiritual light flashed on his bones, and the filled wood spiritual power that was ready to move was gradually suppressed. At the same time, Wen Tianbao controlled his muscles and contracted violently, and actually closed his entire arm into a shriveled shape.

Manipulating muscles and contracting tendons is something that any innate warrior can achieve, but Wen Tianbao did it more cleverly. His right arm was once traumatized. Unlike his left arm, the muscles of his right arm are now somewhat lacking in vitality. However, because of this, his right arm is easier to control. In addition, the use of the "Bone Refining Method" makes his right arm a little similar to a magic weapon. When his mind moves, his right arm will deform instantly.

At this time, the muscles of his right arm were tightly attached to the bones, and the pores of his skin were blocked. Wen Tianbao gritted his teeth and the spiritual power attached to his right arm, like a thick barrier to block. The evil light had no space, and it broke left and right. Every time it pierced the muscles, it felt a thick layer of spiritual power wrapped in it. Whenever the light had to pass through one, Wen Tianbao tried his best to block it. In the end, the light seemed to tremble spiritually, and then rushed directly into the bones of his right arm.

"Oh no!" Wen Tianbao's face changed. As the evil light penetrated into the bones and continued to destroy them, his magic weapon became unstable and he paused in the air and almost fell into it.

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