The Bagua Magical Artifact blocked the flying black jade, and a creaking sound was heard, which made anyone feel uncomfortable. Although the Bagua Magical Artifact is considered to be a top-grade magic weapon, it cannot be compared with Feng Danggui's natal magic weapon.
The light dimmed in an instant, with some signs of damage. However, the two monks had reached their goal. They had successfully blocked Mo Yu's attack. With a wave of their fingers, the Bagua Magical Artifact immediately split into two halves and transformed back into
He picked up the leaves and was taken back by the two of them. The target of Mo Yu's attack just now had changed to another direction.
The other two monks among the eight monks had already flown behind Feng Danggui. A colorful beaded cloak came over. They could feel the rippling air even though they were still far away. The sound was extremely powerful. The other monk
A green flying sword weapon was used. Like a spiritual snake, the green flying sword snaked around Feng Danggui's body and attacked from the bottom up.
A monk beside him made a hand gesture, and more than a dozen fire bombs flew in the air, sealing the door to Feng Danggui's left. A monk on his right also used water bombs to block the way. This
The other party has already practiced the formation thoroughly, and the cooperation is flawless. There are characters responsible for defense and characters responsible for offense.
Feng Danggui only had offense in mind, and he didn't even care about the beads and flying swords flying towards him. This was a habit he had developed from walking in Xantianyuan for many years. Naturally, there were companions behind him to help keep an eye on him, even if he risked his life,
Companions will also protect their rear. This trust comes from the heart, is won through life and death struggles, and cannot be taken away at any time.
The black dagger shot towards the monk who released the Bagua Leaf with a sound of wind. The speed of the dagger became even faster, whistling and killing him. This overbearing momentum alone was frightening.
Jiang Xueqin is Feng Danggui's companion. Although she has never carried out the mission of Xantianyuan, her natural intuition allowed her to understand Feng Danggui's combat intention. A small golden shield blocked the flying beads and flying swords, "Danglang"
"There was a crisp sound, like the sound of a jade hammer hitting a jade chime. The beads and flying swords were bounced back, but the light on the golden shield flickered. It was obvious that the attack was very powerful. Jiang Xueqin felt the spiritual energy in his body quickly
was absorbed by the golden shield, replenishing the energy just consumed.
A good defensive magic weapon cannot resist the worst attacking magic weapon indefinitely. The spiritual energy consumed to control the magic weapon's attack is far less than the spiritual energy consumed for defense once. This is an obvious truth, just like overthrowing a magic weapon.
The difficulty of establishing a dynasty is definitely less than maintaining a dying dynasty. This is the saying that it is easy to conquer a country but difficult to defend it.
Although the golden shield is of excellent quality, the flying sword and beads are far inferior to the shield. But Jiang Xueqin's spiritual energy is limited. With her current cultivation level, she can withstand five such attacks at most.
Without the supply of spiritual energy from monks, the defensive power of defensive magic weapons is very fragile.
Seeing that Feng Danggui's black dagger was about to pierce the monk's throat, suddenly a cloud of smoke emerged from the slanted dagger, covering the monk and the black jade. A look of disgust and spiritual thoughts flashed across Feng Danggui's face.
With slight movements and continuous movements on his hands, Mo Yu quickly spun, and the hurricane that enveloped him blew the cloud into ashes. However, the opponent he had just attacked disappeared from under his eyes again, and actually appeared in another direction, as if
Like coming out of the sky.
Both attacks were inexplicably dodged, which made Feng Danggui very upset. Facing this kind of battle formation that dispersed and gathered again, he had a headache. But he couldn't come up with a good response for a while.
, could only force Mo Yu to attack the nearby monks. However, the opponent was like an unstable chess piece, rapidly changing its position in the sky, cleverly avoiding Feng Danggui's offensive.
The so-called golden elixir monk has an overwhelming advantage if he fights against a foundation-building monk alone. If a golden elixir monk faces five foundation-building monks, he still has a high winning rate. If a golden elixir monk meets ten
For well-trained and skilled foundation-building monks, the outcome is unknown. But if ten foundation-building monks want to kill the golden elixir monk, it will be even more difficult. Feng Danggui is in this dilemma. If he wants to
If he wants to leave, no one here can stop him. But if he wants to kill the other party, it is not that easy. However, the other party seems to have grasped his mentality and is not worried at all that he will escape.
Jiang Xueqin's Baihong Sword turned into a green sword rain again. She knew that the best defense was to attack. The green raindrops flew towards the monk closest to him. This offensive intention was obvious and couldn't be more obvious. The monk despised
He glanced at her, as if a cook suddenly struggled desperately when he saw the fish on the chopping board.
He changed several positions and cleverly avoided the green sword rain. Jiang Xueqin's pretty face was covered with a layer of frost, and she whispered to Feng Danggui: "I don't think the fight can continue like this. Their battle formations have changed ingeniously."
, we are like two stakes in the formation, and others can hit them as they want. Why don't we move and compete with them in speed."
It's not that Feng Danggui has never considered this method, but the experience of many missions told him that if the numbers are not dominant, try to gather together, form horns, and defend each other's companions' portals, so that they can wait for work. He
It's not that he is worried about his own safety. He is a Golden Core cultivator. Even if he is attacked by eight people at the same time, he still has a chance to escape. But Jiang Xueqin is only in the middle stage of foundation building, and her cultivation level is similar to that of the opponents in front of her. Even though she has great magical powers, she was attacked.
It's hard to get away with being surrounded by three or five people, and you may even risk your life if you don't.
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Xueqin understood his thoughts and said bitterly: "If we don't kill these people, how can you and I have the face to return to Tianqiong Sect? It's better to die here." After hearing the woman's sonorous and powerful words,
Feng Danggui made a decision. The black dagger turned into a ball of black light and flew into Feng Danggui's heavenly spirit. His body was like a big bird, flying towards the three monks opposite.
Jiang Xueqin's Yimu body does not require the use of wood-type spells. The natural wood escape is pure and unrivaled. A gust of wind blew by, and her body flew lightly towards the three monks behind her. The Baihong Sword once again became a whole, shining brightly.
The blade of the sword reflected the blood-red sunset.
This adjustment made the eight monks a little surprised, and soon there was a kind of disdain on their lips. If you want to play, grandpas will accompany you to have fun. The eight monks in the sky quickly changed their positions, and when Feng Angelica caught up with them,
When they retreated, they hit Feng Danggui behind with force. When Feng Danggui turned to defend, the monk he had just chased turned to attack again. The sky was flashing with lightning, fire, and the magic weapon produced by the collision.
spark.
Compared with Feng Danggui, Jiang Xueqin is a little worse. After all, she has never formed a battle formation with others. The difference between fighting alone and attacking in a group is too big. Facing eight cunning and cruel characters
, she was a little powerless, the brilliance on the Baihong Sword was much dimmer than at first, and thin beads of sweat covered her forehead as white as jade.
The battle situation began to tilt towards the eight people of Sitian Pavilion. Although Feng Danggui was in the early stage of Jin Dan, he sprayed two mouthfuls of essence in succession and fought for so long. More than half of the spiritual energy around him had been used up.
As long as his cultivation level remains unchanged, less than 30% of his spiritual energy can be used. If he forcibly activates the last 10% of his spiritual energy, it will cause great damage to his cultivation level. He never dreamed that the war situation would be so decadent, and it is no wonder that he
, the monks who want to come to Xantianyuan all perform their tasks in small teams, and the smallest team consists of three people. If one more person is added, no matter what the person's cultivation level is, I believe the situation of today's battle will be different.
There was a bit of sadness in his eyes. He was probably going to die here. Such a useless way of death would be unimaginable even if he broke his head. The glory and dreams that belonged to him all became dim at this moment.
Jiang Xueqin did not give up. This woman supported her body with amazing perseverance. She continued to use her hands to perform magic tricks. The Baihong Sword turned into thousands of filaments, and the sword power turned into silk. It was the product of practicing swordsmanship to the extreme.
If she hadn't been able to do this five years ago. The slender green hair was as soft as hair, like the girl's thoughts, soft and fine, and also revealed a touch of sadness. The sword turned into silk slashed at the monk opposite.
The foundation-building monk was being chased miserably by Jiang Xueqin. The characteristic of this woman's attack was that she would not give up on her target. As her target, the foundation-building monk's spiritual energy was also consumed.
She looked at Jiang Xueqin with a bitter look on her face, but she didn't expect that the other party had a killer move in store.
The speed of the hair-like sword energy seemed not very fast, but when he tried to escape, it was already too late. A large part of the reason was because his spiritual energy was about to be exhausted. The two monks next to him saw the danger, so naturally they came to help early.
One released an electric snake as thick as his wrist, and the other released seven or eight water bombs, roaring towards Jiang Xueqin's face.
No matter whether the woman dodges or uses a magical weapon to block the spells that attack her, the result will be that the embarrassed monk can escape the lingering blow of Qingsi. However, Jiang Xueqin did not do this. She has already given up her life. If this can kill the opponent
, at least she didn’t lose.
It's a dead end, and both sides suffer.
Feng Danggui also gave up on his opponent and shot toward Jiang Xueqin like lightning. The black dagger shot at the monk who released the electric light, and a black chain shot at the monk who released the water bomb. If they didn't
If they dodge, the result can be imagined. If they dodge, Jiang Xueqin's death situation will be solved.
Naturally, the remaining four monks would not let Feng Danggui go. They each used their magical powers to attack Feng Danggui's back. It was also a dead end.
Suddenly the ground began to tremble violently, alarming all the monks who were fighting to the death in the sky. A ball of golden light burst out of the ground at an extremely fast speed. Behind him were five monks, each of them pounced on Feng Danggui behind him like a ferocious look.
With four monks, the situation on the battlefield was reversed at this moment.