A disciple of the Qinghu Gang screamed, but before he could finish shouting, an elemental spirit beast opened its bloody mouth and swallowed him alive. Its saw-like fangs crushed his body easily.
It became crumbs.
At this time, a pattern appeared on the waterlogged ground. It was ancient and obscure, perfectly controlling the ten spiritual beasts.
In the blink of an eye, three Hunyuan Realm cultivators were killed, and the remaining Qinghu Gang disciples and casual cultivators became panicked.
Suddenly, a short figure rushed into the crowd, his shoulders sank, and his body, which was not strong but seemed to contain infinite power, slammed into the waist and ribs of a Qinghu Gang disciple.
"The gods!"
With a muffled sound, the Qinghu Gang disciple felt a powerful force break through his body, severely shattering his waist, and his whole body flew up like a kite with its string broken.
For the first time, Xiaodouzi used the magic form in actual combat, but he didn't feel nervous at all. He seemed to have infinite confidence in his own form, changing back and forth, either attacking or defending, and running around in the slippery rainy ground.
With.
The rain was getting heavier, and Yuan Futu walked slowly over. He looked at the enemies who were fighting fiercely with the spirit beasts and Xiaodouzi. His eyes were as cold as ice. His hands were constantly changing on his chest to maintain the demonic array of beasts.
With his current strength, it is already the limit to be able to evolve ten spiritual beasts, and these spiritual beasts are all composed of illusory lines, which are far from the formations he saw in the underground palace at that time, let alone the eighth-level monsters.
The formation may not even reach the fourth level of power, but even so, it still has an unexpected effect.
Peng!
At this moment, a large area of rainwater surged up in front of his eyes, and he saw an extremely heavy sword slashing out of the air and hitting the blue stone bricks.
The stone bricks cracked, and the powerful destructive force was quickly released, causing the ground to collapse for several feet in radius. The two spiritual beasts nearby were drawn into it and disappeared immediately.
Yuan Futu raised his eyebrows and looked at the casual cultivator who was also in the realm of Dharma God. His long fiery red hair was fluttering in the wind, not soaked by the rain at all. His hot breath was flowing around his body, and traces of fire were dancing on his body.
With.
"Fire element?" Yuan Futu saw the other party's details at a glance.
The red-haired cultivator stood proudly in the center of the formation, using himself as the axis, and vigorously swung the giant sword weighing hundreds of kilograms. At this time, Yuan Futu noticed the grooves carved on the blade, which were about the thickness of a finger.
, in a spiral shape from bottom to top, and
The flame spread rapidly along the groove, and finally reached the tip of the sword. The accumulated power was suddenly unleashed, looking like a dragon spitting flames. The scorching heat swept over the scene, and the cold rain suddenly turned into steaming white.
fog.
Bang bang bang bang!
His sword was like a fire fan, wrapping all the surrounding spiritual beasts in it and refining them instantly.
The seven-color brilliance in Yuan Futu's hand suddenly dimmed, and the formation failed. However, he did not hesitate because of this. On the contrary, he seemed to have been prepared. The Zhuhuang Sword in his hand had quietly disappeared into the white mist, and the true water element contained in it
Under the special attribute of the splitting attack, Yuan split into two, then split into four, and finally turned into eight translucent blue sword shadows.
"drink!"
Sensing that the crisis was coming, the red-haired Sanxiu raised the broad sword, almost blocking his entire body. All eight blue sword shadows fell on the thick blade, making a muffled sound and a powerful sound.
The impact caused his body to continuously retreat, and his feet dragged two deep marks on the ground.
Yuan Futu looked at the eight concave spots on the sword blade, his eyes narrowed, and he said: "It is actually a god-level spiritual treasure."
For a practitioner in the realm of Dharma God, it is already quite a luxury to be able to use a god-level spiritual treasure, but his god-level spiritual treasure is a bit strange. All the advantages are concentrated in the material, so that it is too bulky. , but its defensive power is extremely strong. Overall, it is considered a very elementary god-level spiritual treasure. The Shen Gathering Treasure is estimated to be worth only 10 million spiritual stones.
At this time, Xiaodouzi was still fighting with other practitioners. With his strong physical body and the flexible pace of "****Phase", he seemed to be fighting with a small amount, although he could not go head-to-head with these strong men. Fighting, but enough to survive for a while.
The red-haired man moved his broad sword half an inch away, revealing half of his pale cheeks and staring at Yuan Futu. He said in a deep voice: "The sect master has an order. Anyone who dares to come near this place will die."
"Sect leader?" Yuan Futu sneered, "Shen Wuyu is so anxious to become the leader of a sect, I think he is not too far away from entering the gate of hell."
The red-haired cultivator raised one arm, and the giant sword was lifted straight up without moving at all. The flames flowed in the grooves, like winding and agile red snakes.
The strong high temperature came towards him, and Yuan Futu felt that his hair was curling. He knew that time was running out and he had to fight quickly, otherwise when reinforcements arrived, he would really become a turtle in a urn, a bird in a cage, and he would be unable to escape even if he wanted to. There is no escape.
Therefore, you must win with one strike!
"Fifteen times the mysterious heavy sword!"
Yuan Futu did not swing the same sword when facing Ziye Canglong, but at this moment, he no longer had any scruples. It was mixed with the sword intention of a brave sword. He regarded death as if he were home, and was fearless in heaven and earth!
"Pure Yang Fiery Sword!"
The red-haired cultivator suddenly took a step forward, breaking the stone bricks, and the giant sword was already slashing at him. Flames burst out, like a fire dragon soaring into the sky, with overwhelming momentum, and he directly faced the seemingly unspectacular figure. yellow sword shadow.
The Zhuhuang Sword, covered with thick yellow air currents, suddenly let out a sword roar when it touched the giant sword.
boom!
The front section of the giant sword actually exploded, exposing the unknown metal that had been tempered over thousands of times.
"Impossible!" The red-haired cultivator was shocked. His sword was famous for its defense. How could it be damaged so easily? This must be a lie.
But the next thought completely shattered his suspicions. It was a completely desperate thought.
The violent and heavy power penetrated the giant sword, causing a crackling sound inside its blade, and finally extended to his arm. The swollen blood vessels burst immediately, blood spattered everywhere, and then became ferocious again. Then it went up, so that the entire shoulder exploded into minced meat, and finally hit the head directly.
Peng!
It was like a huge wooden stick hitting the watermelon. It exploded happily, and warm blood and brains sprayed into the rain.