When Jiang Tian killed a powerful enemy in the fairy world in his previous life, he also encountered the military weapons of the powerful enemy's magic weapon.
The magic weapon and weapon are equivalent to instantly forcing the materials to be created into their own, and all of them are forcibly converted into power and cultivation, which is even better than the power of a cultivator's self-destruction.
The most important thing is that the reason why Jiang Tian never left was to search for the magic mark of the broken sword through secret techniques to learn more about the ancient battlefield.
Therefore, no matter what, the Broken Sword Soldier cannot be solved.
But the movement of the weapon spirit was so fast that Jiang Tian couldn't stop it.
As I looked up, there was a sudden dark cloud between the sky and the earth, and the forest demonic energy of a thousand miles of radius seemed to have been summoned by some kind of summoning and gathered above the spirit of the weapon.
For a moment, the demonic wind raged and the black thunder dragon rolled.
The ancient battlefield is like the end of the world!
"Ancestor, what's going on?" Xin Taiyan looked at the strange phenomenon of heaven and earth nervously, swallowed, and couldn't help but lean against the Ancestor Liehuo.
"Old Ancestor Liehuo, isn't this weapon spirit going to self-destruct, right?"
Mo Xianlin was also very knowledgeable and soon saw the clues.
"If I guessed well, it should be the military solution!"
As the robe flies, the Fire Ancestor briefly talks about what a military break is. He said indifferently: "The magic weapon of the immortals is like a cultivator's self-destruction, which will destroy both body and spirit, but the power of the explosion is enough to destroy the world! What a pity
This is the magical material!”
"Old ancestor, it's already this time. Are you still worried about the immortal materials and magical materials? Why don't you think about how to save your life!" Xin Taiyan said nervously.
"The Fire Ancestor is calm in the face of danger, and I believe there is a way to avoid it!"
Having said that, Mo Xianlin still condensed several defensive formations around his body. But that was the case, he was not at ease and sacrificed several defensive magic weapons.
“That’s natural…”
The ancestor of the Fire sneered.
Before he finished speaking, he heard the spirit of the instrument suddenly tremble and make a sharp and harsh roar.
I saw that the black body of the weapon spirit emitted starlight, and the broken sword inserted on the head was also energized and emitted starlight.
The starlight drifted out and quickly floated into the sky, fusing with the rolling dark clouds.
In the black clouds, thunder and violent aura instantly filled the entire space.
The book says it briefly, but in fact everything happens in an instant.
There was almost no time for everyone to react, and they saw broken swords mixed with supreme sword intent breaking through the black clouds and roaring towards everyone.
"Heavenly ancestor!" Xin Taiyan shouted loudly.
Mo Xianlin also hurriedly moved closer to the Liehuo Ancestor.
The ancestor of Liehuo smiled confidently, raised his hand and sacrificed the flame golden bowl, covering the three of them.
Mo Xianlin breathed a sigh of relief and was about to let Jiang Tian come in, but it was too late.
"Dongdongdongdong..."
Countless black broken swords condensed by sword intent and black clouds hit the flame golden bowl like raindrops.
The golden bowl trembled violently, like a huge bell hit.
Inside the golden bowl, it was like an earthquake. Everyone felt unstable under their feet. The loud noise almost teared the soul apart. In the Xutian, there was even a burst of rolling, and there was a faint crack.
Even the ancestor of Liehuo gritted his teeth and stared at the black broken sword that was hitting the golden bowl. It seemed that it was unexpected that the broken sword soldier had such power.
After a few breaths, the impact gradually stopped and the three of them finally took a breath.
"Huh...is this the end?"
Mo Xianlin looked up nervously and saw that the ancient battlefield had returned to its previous gray appearance, and the weapon spirit had long disappeared.
"It should be over." The ancestor of Liehuo said in a deep voice.
After hearing this, Xin Taiyan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where is Elder Taichu!"
At this moment, Mo Xianlin suddenly wanted to look around, but Jiang Tian disappeared.
"It must be dead!"
Xin Taiyan said in a deep voice: "Even if I was in the golden bowl just now, I felt like I was going to tear Xu Tian apart, let alone a monk in the God Transformation Stage!"
"This...ah! I wouldn't have brought him here if I had known!"
Mo Xianlin regretted it all the time.
Jiang Tian is talented and can fight alone with the four demon kings without losing a disadvantage. He can lift his hand to destroy the return of the void, but this is the military solution of the immortal magic weapon.
How could he resist it?
If that person has been in this matter, he might punish himself!
"Old ancestor, this golden bowl..." Xin Taiyan looked at the Fiery Golden Bowl in surprise and found that there was a faint crack on it.
You know, the strongness of this flame golden bowl is even able to resist the Nine Nether Demon Fire. Unexpectedly, the black broken sword's military breakage actually caused the flame golden bowl to crack!
"It's okay!"
The ancestor Liehuo waved his hand, seemingly not caring, but in fact he was bleeding in his heart.
This flaming golden bowl was also one of his magic weapons at the bottom of his box, but he didn't expect that it would be cracked by the black sword rain.
Seeing Mo Xianlin sighing, the ancestor Liehuo said coldly: "The road to cultivation is already bumpy. If you take a wrong step, you will be destroyed by both body and spirit. Why should Master Mo sigh!"
Mo Xianlin was in a bad mood. When he heard the sarcasm of the Fire Ancestor again, he was immediately angry. He was about to refute a few words, but suddenly felt an extremely dangerous aura.
Looking up, I saw a broken sword piercing rapidly above the Nine Heavens.
The broken sword has no aura and is no different from being thrown on the ground.
But at this moment, the rapid broken sword made him feel a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart. Every cell in his body was crazily warning of danger, and even his soul trembled.
"Is this... not over yet!"
At this time, Xin Taiyan also felt the dangerous aura keenly, and was shocked when he saw the broken sword attacking.
Just now, the broken sword was like rain, and it had already struck out the cracks of the flame golden bowl. At this time, it came again, with such a dangerous aura, how could the flame golden bowl bear it?
"Old Ancestor Liehuo, think of a solution!"
While speaking, Mo Xianlin, who was in the golden bowl, condensed the formation again and sacrificed the defensive magic weapon.
He also did not think that the golden bowl could withstand the unrivaled blow of the broken sword!
"What a panic! You are still the leader of the sect! Why are you so unhelpful? With me here, I will ensure you are safe and sound!"
The Fire Ancestor frantically mobilized the power of the fairy spirit to repair the cracks on the Flame Golden Bowl.
"Yes! The ancestor taught me a lesson!"
Xin Taiyan turned his head and looked at the broken sword that was coming quickly, and then looked at the flame golden bowl that was constantly repairing, and felt a little relieved.
"Don't believe in this old thing!"
Mo Xianlin has always been steady and did not believe in the Fire Ancestor, but secretly condensed several defensive formations around him.
Looking at his body as solid as a whole, he just took a breath when he heard a "crack" sound. He looked up and saw a crack appearing on the flame golden bowl!
"No! What's going on with this broken sword!"
At this moment, Xin Taiyan suddenly screamed.
Everyone looked up and saw that the broken sword, which had no breath fluctuations, emitted dazzling light. Under the reflection of the light, the flame golden bowl collapsed inch by inch.
"This...this...this is the power of military resolving the immortal magic weapon!"
Under the reflection of the light, Mo Xianlin's defensive formations and magic weapons were as fragile as spider webs.
"hateful!"
The golden bowl of Fire collapsed, but the ancestor of Fire didn't have time to feel distressed. He sacrificed several magic weapons in succession, but he was not the enemy of the broken sword.
Seeing the broken sword attacking, everyone could only close their eyes and wait for death.
"Boom!"
A loud noise came, but the three of them did not feel the severe pain and the tears of Xutian.
Looking up, I saw a figure raising his hand holding the broken sword.