At this time, the opponent had already sacrificed two magic weapons. One was fighting with the demon-binding rope, and a cyan flying knife was hitting his golden flying sword. Under the two-phase struggle, the golden flying sword could not have the effect of a surprise weapon. Lu
Xiaotian was about to take back the golden flying sword and replace it with black dragon scissors. The broad-nosed monk in front of him suddenly screamed, and a sharp knife came out of his chest. Then he was kicked out, and a lot of blood gushed out from his chest, and another figure was revealed behind him.
A man wearing a seven-star uniform turned out to be a monk from Yuanxing Palace.
"It's you, Duan Ying, you, you ignored the friendship of the same disciple and attacked me sneakily, why!" The broad-nosed monk vomited blood in his mouth, fell to the ground and struggled to hold up his upper body, looking at him with shock and resentment.
The person who did it turned out to be his junior brother in Yuanxing Palace.
"You have been oppressing me in Yuanxing Palace. If you are still alive, even if you get purple ginseng this time, the advantage is that you get the big share and I only get some leftovers. In this case, why don't I get rid of you.
"
Duan Ying's cheeks were slightly sunken, and blood was flowing onto the grass along a three-edged spike in his hand.
The broad-nosed monk said angrily, "Dream, there are a lot of monsters around the purple ginseng, and you can't get it without me!"
"It's you who's dreaming. When I get the magic weapon from you, I can take the disciples in the palace to get the purple ginseng, but it's just within easy reach." Duan Ying smiled, his figure flickered, and he moved closer at an alarming speed, losing control.
He grabbed the Qingqian that fell to the ground.
Lu Xiaotian was just watching this sudden change with cold eyes. Without any hesitation, he grabbed the cyan flying knife in his hand. The two of them each got another magic weapon, but for him, the defensive magic weapon of the broad-nosed monk was the star.
The lamp is the key, and he already has several attacking magic weapons.
Almost at the same time, the two of them rushed towards the broad-nosed monk who had fallen to the ground and was dying.
Bang! The demon-binding rope collided with Duan Ying's triangular spikes, making a deafening noise. In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of fierce exchanges. The huge force shook the two of them back ten feet at the same time. The ground and the surrounding trees
It was hit by the agitated mana and became a mess.
Duan Ying yelled loudly and pulled out a glittering green spiral flying hook, spinning towards Lu Xiaotian's neck. When he was only more than ten feet away from Lu Xiaotian, the flying hook suddenly separated and split into three parts. The speed was extremely fast.
, at such a close distance, people have no time to react.
Lu Xiao looked shocked, and hurriedly gave up control of the golden flying sword, letting it fall to the ground. He patted the storage bag and used the black dragon scissors. Relying on the super speed of the black dragon scissors, he knocked away a flying hook.
One was cut off, and the other flying hook had broken through his protective spirit shield and hit his right rib. Lu Xiaotian grinned in pain, screamed in pain, and spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, he cut with his fingers on the black dragon.
Pointing, with concentrated mana, the black dragon scissors turned into a black light and took Duan Ying's head directly.
"Two magic weapons." Fan Qing, who was injured in the battle with another disciple of Yuan Xing Palace, screamed in surprise. When the broad-nosed monk suddenly revealed several magic weapons, he thought that this time must be more serious than bad, but he didn't
Thinking of Cheng Yaojin coming out halfway, a fellow sect member from Yuanxing Palace unexpectedly attacked the broad-nosed monk to death.
The battle situation was complicated and confusing, but what made him even more unbelievable was that the one who hid the deepest was Lu Xiaotian. He actually had two offensive magic weapons, and seemed to have a top-quality defensive spirit armor. An ordinary casual cultivator in Wangyue City actually grew up in more than seven years.
At this point, even if Duan Ying didn't attack by surprise, I'm afraid this battle would still be fought.
Duan Ying was also shocked. He originally saw that Lu Xiaotian only took out a demon-binding rope and a golden flying sword spiritual weapon, and he used a sneak attack to make his senior brother Wu Tian's star lantern have a strong defense after being attacked.
The signs of incomplete recovery were reduced, which was the perfect opportunity for him to make a sneak attack.
Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaotian has been hiding his clumsiness. Although he already has two magical weapons, this powerful black dragon scissors has not been used. Moreover, his flying hook was blocked by Lu Xiaotian's spirit armor. Duan Ying regretted it. If he had known it, he would have
Let him fight with Wu Tian until both sides suffer, and then come out to take advantage.
"I only know now that it's too late." Lu Xiaotian scolded. The opponent's flying hook was quite sharp and made him vomit blood. How could he not avenge this!
Duan Ying panicked and controlled two undamaged flying hooks to resist, but they were cut off by the black dragon scissors one after another. At this time, his three-sided spikes were locked in an inextricable fight with the demon-binding rope in the air. Duan Ying wanted to recall the three-sided spikes.
He stabbed back to guard, but the demon-binding rope was wrapped around the handle, and he couldn't pull it back at all.
Duan Ying used another spiritual weapon, a flying knife, and a flywheel. They were all cut off by the black dragon. Forced and helpless, Duan Ying held the Qingqian that he snatched from Wu Tian to resist. But before the Qingqian
It was Wu Tian's magic weapon. He had just obtained it and had not gone through any sacrifices, so he could not unleash the power of Qingqian. After several collisions, Duan Ying's right hand went numb and he could hardly lift it. In shock, Duan Ying turned around and pulled out his leg.
Then he ran away.
Another disciple of Yuan Xing Palace saw that the situation had taken a turn for the worse. He was pierced through the chest by Fan Qing's sword while he was distracted. Fan Qing finally killed his opponent after a fierce battle. He rolled his eyes and felt that the situation was not good, so he turned around.
Flying in the completely opposite direction to Duan Ying. In Fan Qing's view, Lu Xiaotian's strength is no longer what it used to be. If he doesn't leave now, he will inevitably become a doll in Lu Xiaotian's hands and be manipulated by others. This is not what he wants.
"I want to leave!" Lu Xiaotian didn't have the slightest trust in Fan Qing, a duplicitous guy, and had already anticipated his move. When he just started, six or seven iron thorn seeds popped out.
Fan Qing was startled, and used all his strength to split open a few swollen iron thorns. If the third-level iron thorns were in a wild state, their strength would be comparable to that of a Qi Refining Dzogchen monk. Under the forcible stimulation of magic power, their strength would be as high as
It's a lot worse, but Fan Qing managed to escape from the Kuobi monk before and got here. He spent a lot of mana to kill the Yuanxing Palace monk just now. At the end of the powerful crossbow, he was entangled by the few remaining iron thorns.
A positive one.
Fan Qing screamed and struggled hard, but the iron thorns tightened tighter and tighter, and the sharp thorns on them pierced Fan Qing's body completely.
Duan Ying hurriedly glanced back. Before he could see Fan Qing's tragic situation clearly, a black light was approaching from behind, and a cold murderous intent rushed into his body. Poof, the black dragon cut through his chest. Duan Ying lowered his head with difficulty.
, a big hole has been opened in his chest, and blood is pouring out like a pillar.
Lu Xiaotian gasped for air, and the consumption of mana by controlling two magic weapons at the same time was really amazing. The fight just now seemed not long, but it was thrilling and the peaks suddenly turned. It was no worse than any previous battle. If it weren't for the broad-nosed monk before
Being attacked to death, I am afraid that the winner may not be known even now.
There was a mess all around. Lu Xiaotian put away the storage bags of several people and the magical weapons scattered on the ground. Several spiritual weapons were damaged, especially those weird flying hooks, which were also damaged. Lu Xiaotian felt
It's a pity.
"Lu, Fellow Daoist Lu, please let me go quickly." Not far away, Fan Qing was covered in blood and groaned in pain.