The whistling arrows manifested into a pack of wolves and rushed forward, just as powerful as the previous wolf howling arrows. Lu Xiaotian also had nowhere to hide under this arrow. At this time, he wanted to use the Ice Demon Pot to mobilize the people here.
The power of restraint. Suddenly a burst of ice and golden evil energy came straight through the ice demon pot and along Lu Xiaotian's spiritual consciousness that controlled the ice demon pot. If Lu Xiaotian had not withdrawn in time, he would have almost completely lost the ice demon pot in such an instant.
control.
It's just that the other party obviously underestimated the power of Lu Xiaotian's spiritual consciousness, or the evil energy of ice and gold temporarily mobilized by the other party was relatively limited, and it was not possible to completely cut off the connection between Lu Xiaotian and the ray of spiritual consciousness of the Ice Demon Pot for a while.
Even so, the ice demon pot also shot away in the distance. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air. At the same time, he used his speed to the extreme before taking the ice demon pot back in again.
A cold snort came from the depths of the thick fog in the void, obviously extremely dissatisfied with the failure to take away the Ice Demon Pot with just one blow.
Lu Xiaotian held out his left palm, and the Demon Suppression Tower quickly grew in size at the speed of the naked eye, turning into a huge shadow of the tower that enveloped the airspace around Lu Xiaotian. The arrows shot were numerous, and each one was powerful. In such a dense atmosphere,
Under the attack, it is difficult to resist with ordinary means. Even in the outside world, even with Lu Xiaotian's speed, he cannot completely avoid it.
But if it is in the space covered by the Demon Suppression Tower, it will naturally be different.
Lu Xiaotian's current understanding of the power of space is not enough to display powerful spatial magical powers on himself or other than magic weapons. And with his strength, he has not yet reached the point where he can conquer ten societies with one force. Only
You can use some tricks.
The defense of the Demon Suppressing Tower is open, allowing the rain of arrows to come. No matter how dense the arrows are, any gap will be exploited by Lu Xiaotian. At this time, Lu Xiaotian's figure is shaped under the huge shadow of the tower.
Like a ghost.
The pack of wolves that the arrow turned into was quite impressive. After being defeated, the pack of wolves surrounded Lu Xiaotian from several directions. However, during the whole process, the attack on Lu Xiaotian was always just a hair away and failed to cause any real damage to Lu Xiaotian.
Sexual harm.
The windlass... In the thick fog in the distance, twenty wolf-headed monsters came riding on wolves and chariots. The driver, a wolf-headed monster, held three reins with his hairy hands. In front of him was a man with a wolf head.
Three pale yellow giant wolves, nearly three feet long, pulled the chariot. Twenty chariots, sixty giant wolves, their hooves were like thunder.
The wolf-headed monster on the chariot has cold and stern eyes. The ten riders in front are holding wolf swords, and the ten riders in the back are holding giant sticks with wolf teeth. There is a barrel of arrows on his back and a long bow hanging at his waist.
The wolf-headed weirdo at the head had a faint moon-shaped mark between his eyebrows. Seeing the rain of arrows still unable to hurt Lu Xiaotian under the shadow of the huge tower, the wolf-headed weirdo at the head couldn't help but frown slightly, the wolf-like
His eyes looked even more serious.
"Ouch---" The leader of the wolf-headed monster raised his long sword above his head and pointed it downwards.
Boom, boom... Twenty wolves on chariots rushed toward Lu Xiaotian's Demon Suppression Tower in a half-moon shape.
Whoosh, whoosh, alternating with long swords and maces, these twenty wolf riders moved together, like an indivisible whole. It seemed that a huge wolf-shaped shadow enveloped the wolf riders, giving these wolf riders a strange and mysterious blessing.
Ancient power.
The long sword and mace have not yet arrived, and the Demon Suppression Tower shrouded by Lu Xiaotian seems to be under great threat.
This wolf cavalry battle formation is really powerful. Who would have expected that the monsters in the Phantom Mist Swamp are not just stragglers. They have a strict internal organization and an ancient inheritance. Otherwise, even twenty or so immortals would not be able to do the same damage to Lu Xiaotian.
A huge threat.
And the power of the demon clan hidden behind these twenty wolf riders is like a sharp sword hanging in the air to Lu Xiaotian.
The huge wolf-shaped shadow hanging over the heads of the twenty wolf riders was like an ancient totem, silently looking down at everything below. In those desolate and emotionless eyes, it seemed that all living things were like ants.
Fairy Yunxia wanted to relieve some of the pressure on Lu Xiaotian at this time, but before she could take action, she was intimidated by the momentum of the opponent's wolf cavalry battle formation. The ancient and almost totem-like demonic energy caused the immortal energy flowing in Fairy Yunxia's body
They all showed a certain degree of stagnation, and their usual strength was already a bit timid before fighting.
"Mr. Dongfang..." Fairy Yunxia's eyes were filled with anxiety. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel helpless as she wanted to intervene but was unable to help.
"Just take care of yourself." Lu Xiaotian frowned and looked at the roaring wolf cavalry battle formation in front of him. The two sides were still dozens of miles apart, but the opponent's attack was already close at hand.
The ice demon pot is suspended in front of him, but obviously these wolf-headed monsters are not as familiar with the restrictions here as he is. They use the evil energy of ice and gold to suppress the power of the restrictions here, and draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron, preventing Lu Xiaotian from using the power of the restrictions.
The possibility of confrontation with the opponent.
With his previous experience, Lu Xiaotian would naturally not make such a move again. The combined attack of the wolf cavalry formation was no small matter, but for Lu Xiaotian, the most troublesome thing was the ancient wolf-shaped shadow that enveloped these wolf cavalry. This
With the blessing of an almost totem-like shadow, the wolf cavalry battle formation can exert 120% of its combat power. It is so integrated that even if Lu Xiaotian wants to crack it, he feels like he has nowhere to start.
However, after all, the wolf-shaped shadow is not something that these wolf riders have cultivated themselves. Even if Lu Xiaotian cannot easily defeat it, there is no need to defeat the wolf-shaped shadow. Under Lu Xiaotian's powerful soul, it is not impossible to see
Looking at it, although this wolf-shaped shadow is strong, it still feels somewhat strong on the outside but weak on the inside. As long as it is separated from the wolf cavalry battle formation, the matter will be half successful.
Facing this wolf-riding battle formation, Fairy Yunxia felt a sense of powerlessness that was difficult to face. In the final analysis, a normal late-stage fairy could not see the reality of this wolf-riding battle formation.
Lu Xiaotian's consciousness moved, and the Ice Demon Pot floated to the left. The arrows from the Demon Suppression Tower were still strangling back and forth like a pack of wolves. The opponent obviously did not hope that these arrows could kill Lu Xiaotian now. As long as Lu Xiaotian was held back, he would be able to kill him.
Okay. The next blow is the fatal one.
Lu Xiaotian made a move with his right hand, and Fang Tian's painted halberd appeared in the palm of his hand. With the halberd in his hand, he immediately felt like he was holding the world in his palm.
Through this Fangtian painted halberd, a boundless artistic conception extends. The thick fog, restrictions, and the wolf cavalry battle formation in front of him seem to be just a drop in the ocean. Even from the appearance, Lu Xiaotian's body is even smaller than that of La
The three wolf monsters dragging the wolf and riding the chariot all look much smaller, but with Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand, he has a sense of majesty like a towering mountain.
In Lu Xiaotian's hand, Fang Tian's painted halberd struck out in a slow motion. But even in the eyes of Fairy Yunxia and the wolf-headed monster, such a slow blow could not help but feel that the world was divided under the halberd's edge.