Guo Twelve sneered and said: "Do you think I will believe it? The last time it was normal, but the last two times were you an idiot or was I an idiot?"
Jin Longqing knew that the other party would no longer believe in him, and the murderous intention in his heart was strong. He said: "It's such a shame. I hope you can remember that the person who killed you is Jin Longqing of the Gujin family! If you have a next life, it's best not to die."
Mess with our Gujin family!"
Guo Twelve looked at him speechlessly and thought: "I not only have the next life, but also the next life." He smiled and said: "Oh? Are you so confident that you can kill me? Then you try it!" Then he used soul wave.
Said: "Handsome old man, I can't block his blow. If you don't take action, we will be finished together! Don't worry, I will definitely not resist, just kill him!"
The handsome old man cursed loudly: "You little bastard, how can a little scoundrel like you be such a bastard? Alas, if you don't play like this, I will have a hard life meeting such an unscrupulous guy."
Guo Twelve laughed loudly. He crossed his arms and looked like he was ready to kill you. He really didn't intend to take action, because he knew that even if he took action, it would be useless. The difference in strength was too big, and there would be a certain level of challenge.
It's limited, his ability is here, and the level of the treasure sacrifice is here, there is no way he can win, what a waste.
The handsome old man was busy preparing. He knew through his soul that Guo Twelve really gave up his job this time. Once the altar was broken, Guo Twelve might not die, but he would definitely die.
A golden gun floated out. The spirit-killing gun was the handsome old man's sacrificial treasure, a sixth-grade sacrificial treasure. When Guo Twelve quit, the handsome old man had to step in. This unscrupulous master, let him
There is no way.
Jin Longqing was a little overconfident, he said: "Don't rush, prepare slowly, hey, if you can take my blow, I won't kill you." He said in a tone like a cat playing with a mouse. You must know his sacrifice.
The treasure reaches the fourth level, and if it is practiced for a while, it can reach the fifth level.
Bullying the opponent with a sacrificial treasure that is close to the fifth level, Jin Longqing is fully confident that he can shatter the opponent's altar with one blow. The opponent only has the strength of a two-level altar, and can have at most a three-level sacrificial treasure. Generally speaking, those who own the altar
For professionals, it is difficult for their sacrificial treasures to advance with the advancement of the altar. Most of them are different by one level. Therefore, it is normal for Guo Twelve to take out a first- or second-grade sacrificial treasure. If he has a third-grade sacrificial treasure,
That's something abnormal.
Jin Daya knew that Guo Twelve's sacrificial treasure was of the third grade, but he refused to tell Jin Longqing, even though he hated Guo Twelve to death.
The spirit-killing gun floated above Guo Twelve's head, turning slowly like a pointer. In fact, this had nothing to do with Guo Twelve. It was all controlled secretly by the handsome old man, but outsiders could not detect it.
Jin Longqing sneered: "Are you ready?" He looked very magnanimous, but in fact, it was too much for a master with a four-story altar to deal with a person with a two-story altar.
Guo Twelve smiled shyly and said, "Wait a little longer."
Jin Longqing said: "I will give you a fair chance to fight, just tell me when you are ready!"
Even the disciples of the Gujin family felt blushing. Jin Longqing was so shameless that he actually said it was a fair fight. Many disciples were extremely excited. It was not an easy thing to see their ancestor kill an altar master.
Guo Twelve was looking forward to it in his heart. He wanted to see how powerful the opponent's wooden needle was, and how powerful it could be against a sixth-grade soul-killing gun. A handsome old man was a handsome old man, and any sacrificial treasure he took out would be a sixth-grade one.
In fact, at this time, Jin Longqing felt a little uneasy because Guo Twelve seemed too calm and had no consciousness of being killed. He seemed not to care about life or death at all.
Guo Twelve crossed his arms and was determined not to interfere. His soul fluctuated: "Handsome old man, it's almost time to take action."
The handsome old man cursed: "You little bastard!" He hid in the altar and cast a series of curses. The golden gun gradually extended, changing from a foot-long gun to a three-meter-long spear. It looked like nothing at all.
Inconspicuous.
Guo Twelve pretended, "Just wait a little longer."
Jin Longqing couldn't help laughing, he said: "Is it you, the sacrificial treasure? Okay, I'll wait for you a little longer, but hurry up, die early and finish things early."
Before he finished speaking, he heard Guo Twelve roar: "Hit!"
The handsome old man cast thousands of spells in an instant, and the golden spear whizzed out.
Jin Longqing couldn't see anything wrong with the spirit-killing gun, but as soon as the spirit-killing gun moved, he immediately noticed that an overwhelming soul pressure came over him like a mountain. A professional with a two-story altar
, how could it be possible to issue such soul pressure?
Jin Longqing was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He quickly cast a spell, and the giant wooden needles roared towards him. He hurriedly clicked on the wooden rings, and in an instant, the seven wooden rings formed seven defensive talismans, immediately covering the altar. Then, he
Saw an incredible scene.
Before the wooden needle had time to change, the spirit-killing gun was already facing each other tit for tat.
laugh
With a weird sound, the three-meter-long body of the spirit-killing gun sank into the wooden needle, and instantly came out from the tail. Numerous tiny cracks appeared on the giant wooden needle, and there was a clicking sound.
Jin Longqing was extremely heartbroken and waved his hands to take back the wooden needle. He had been refining this wooden needle for more than ninety years, and its quality had reached the fourth level. After refining it for a while, he could be promoted to the fifth level sacrificial treasure.
The opponent's golden spear penetrated with one blow. Just as the recall spell was played, a "bang" was heard.
The giant wooden needles turned into countless wooden thorns and fell down one after another. The soul-killing gun shattered the opponent's sacrificial treasure with one blow.
Jin Longqing shouted: "My sacrificial treasure"
Jin Daya gloated and muttered: "Hey, I'm calling you crazy! You're so good, but you're still damned."
Jin Longqing was furious and shouted angrily: "Go!" The golden pestle above his head met the spirit-killing gun.
The handsome old man sneered and said: "This fool actually used the life-sacrificial treasure to touch the old man's soul-killing gun. Hey, let me give you a taste of the power!" More than a dozen hands of spells were played: "Thousands of consecutive stabs from the sky!"
The spirit-killing spear turned into countless rays of golden light and met the golden pestle.
Ping! Ping! Ping
Storm-like piercing. Sky-strike piercing is the most basic attack method of the spirit-killing gun. This is also the helpless move of the handsome old man. After all, he is a sacrificer to spirits, not a real altar master. He can only control part of the power of the spirit-killing gun.
, to put it simply, you can command the spirit-killing gun to issue physical attacks, but you cannot use the spirit-killing gun to issue attribute attacks.
Guo Twelve folded his arms and looked at the attack of the spirit-killing gun with a smile. As for Nan Ming and Nan Zhichun, they were dumbfounded. Both of them could not believe their eyes. A professional with a two-story altar could fight
The masters of the fourth-level altar have no power to fight back. This is simply a joke.
Jin Longqing was stunned, his mind was in confusion, and he subconsciously directed the altar to retreat.
The golden pestle was his natal sacrificial treasure. Under the violent impact of the spirit-killing gun, cracks appeared. He suddenly realized that if he continued to hit it, the golden pestle would be destroyed. He let out a long howl and cast the spell with all his strength.
Jue tried to resist. But the sixth-grade spirit-killing spear was not that easy to deal with.
Jin Daya laughed at Jin Longqing at first. When he saw that Jin Longqing was beaten so hard that he was unable to fight back, he panicked and shouted: "Everyone back off! Why the hell are you backing off so hard! Back off!"
He didn't dare to rush forward anymore. His sacrificial treasures were almost broken and the altar was partially shattered. How could he dare to rush forward again?
Jin Longqing did not let him go, and shouted angrily: "Daya, come on!" He wanted to fight for a chance, but he was too careless just now. Not only did he lose the first move, but he was also unable to withstand the opponent's attack. Especially since the altar was locked by the opponent, there was no way.
Avoid.
The handsome old man's attacks are completely different from Guo Twelve's. This guy was a super master in his lifetime. He once owned a seven-story altar. When he hits, he always locks on the opponent first, so that the opponent cannot teleport. He stares at the opponent and forces the opponent to hit, continuously.
Ground attack, not allowing the opponent a chance to breathe.
It was an eye-opener for Guo Twelve. Only then did he realize that the gap between himself and the handsome old man was so different that they were incomparable. He couldn't help but his soul fluctuated and cheered: "The old man is awesome, the old man is mighty!"
Jin Daya was so angry that he jumped: What does "big office" mean? He retreated immediately. Only fools go up. We are all ancestors. Even if you are one level below you, it is not your turn to take command.
Jin Longqing was so anxious that he jumped to his feet and yelled: "Go to the big office!"
Jin Daya said coldly: "Go to your mother's head. I want to protect the disciples!" Then he said: "Tsk, tsk, the people on the two-story altar can actually jump to the challenge and beat someone to the point of screaming. That birdman
It’s actually a four-story altar, and you’re beaten to pieces and you’re crying for help, huh, humiliating!”
The golden pestle has been withdrawn, and Jin Longqing does not dare to continue fighting. If he blocks with the golden pestle, his life sacrifice treasure will be completely destroyed. He has never seen such a fierce golden spear. He almost vomited blood when hit, plus the golden
Daya was so sarcastic and repeated the words he scolded him that he was really going crazy.
Phew! Phew!
The two layers of wooden rings were shattered, and Jin Longqing was so frightened that he backed away desperately, but the altar could not be faster than the spirit-killing gun.
Puff puff!
Three more layers of wooden rings were shattered. There were seven layers of defensive wooden rings in total, and five of them were shattered in one go. There were still two layers left. If he hit the altar again, he would be able to attack the altar. His face was pale, and his face was covered with flesh.
Trembling, I felt extremely regretful: If I had known this guy was so powerful, why would I provoke him?
A cloud of cold flames suddenly spurted out, pulling out a long white tail smoke. Jin Longqing was about to cry without tears. Now he didn't even have the treasure to sacrifice, so he could only use the cold flames to resist. But the cold flames were not suitable.
It was used for defense. He only wanted Han Yan to block it so that he could activate the defense of the altar. Until now, he didn't even have time to activate the defense of the altar. One can imagine how clever the handsome old man's attack methods are.
As soon as the handsome old man's soul-killing gun came into contact with Han Yan, he was surprised to hear: "Hey, there is such a treasure. Oh my god, this idiot actually refined it into a sacrificial treasure. It's so stupid."
Guo Twelve asked in confusion: "What is this?" What surprised the handsome old man must not be an ordinary item. This old man has a high vision.