But before the treasure talisman Mingcun could build its power, Lou Xiaoyi's second flying sword had already roared towards him!
That is the decisive city!
Still ignoring the attack distance of two hundred feet, still ignoring the corrosion of acid rain, it was coming in an instant. Fortunately, the immortal golden bird had been released. The bird's head pecked at the tip of the sword, and the city-defying flying sword swung out, and the bird's body
There was also a period of uncertainty in light and darkness!
Mingcun was shocked. He had realized that he was on the verge of life and death, and he could no longer hold back. There was only one talisman, given by his teacher, so where could he find another one?
Between the lightning and flint, I could vaguely see that the sword cultivator was approaching within a hundred and fifty feet, which was already within the attack range of his magic weapon. I knew that blindly defending would be a recipe for death, so I could only fight back hard and involve the opponent's energy.
Give yourself a break,
His Dantian bulged again, and he spit out a cloud-patterned orb from his mouth. It seemed light, but it had the power to hold up a mountain. He went straight to the sword cultivator and smashed it. This was his natal magical weapon. For a cultivator, especially someone like him.
The disciples of the great sect are not short of magic weapons, and he also has seven or eight of them. But magic weapons are not won by quantity. Every magic weapon needs the support of the magic soul to be used. You throw it out
If there are too many, the power allocated to each magical weapon will be less, and the gain outweighs the loss!
It would be better to use his most useful offensive and defensive small ax and his natal cloud pattern beads now to achieve maximum efficiency!
At this time, he still did not remove the acid mist, because he firmly believed that as long as it lasted longer, the effects of the acid mist would become more and more obvious!
...They were fighting lively above, while the Gaoshan tribesmen below were dumbfounded!
As soon as the flying sword came out of the box, the spells bloomed like fireworks, and the monks watching below were very excited. It felt like this foreign monk knew how to recite incantations. During this fight, the collision of power between the two systems was really vividly displayed!
But after just a few breaths, even the dullest people could see that there was something wrong with this. This was no longer a magic show. The matter was obvious. The fluctuations in intelligence caused by the impact of the flying sword and magic weapon next to Fa Xiu were like snow peaks.
The avalanche on the ground revealed a fierce murderous intention in the chaos!
The Dharma Cultivators were there, shielding themselves from the left and the right, with spells, talismans, and magical weapons emerging one after another, which made these mountain bumpkins jealous. The quality of each piece was incomparable to the ordinary items in their hands!
But these are dwarfed by the murderous intent of the two flying swords! It's like the two sickles of the god of death, covering the surroundings of the cultivator, flying up and down, fierce and fierce!
They couldn't imagine how, with the soul control of the Foundation Establishment monk, they could use the two flying swords so superbly? As if they had their own souls?
The performance turned into a life-and-death fight! Such a change caught people off guard. Although from an ornamental point of view, it was better-looking and closer to reality than the demonstration, but how did all this happen?
Do they need to go up and stop it? Who has the ability to stop such a battle in which the fighting strength is obviously far superior to theirs?
Unless it surges up!
It was not only the Gaoshan monks who were in trouble, but also another businessman! He found himself in a dilemma now. Indeed, Mingcun was his friend, but this cigarette butt was from Xuanyuan, the overlord of the Western Regions, who was so easy to offend.
?Especially for a casual businessman like him, he will no longer do business?
The key is that the fighting ability and the treasures these two people carried were beyond his imagination. The sword cultivator was okay, the sword madman has always been like this, no matter what; but the ability of his old friend Mingcun was too weird.
Right? It’s not what a casual cultivator who does business and earns resources to make progress should have!
At this moment, a sharp-eyed mountain monk shouted in surprise, "Look at that practice, it's different from before!"
Everyone looked at him, focusing especially on his face. Sure enough, he had transformed from a standard casual cultivator with a weathered face and a rough spirit to a handsome young Taoist with a face as beautiful as a crown jewel.
Seeing this, everyone understood that in these short few breaths, due to the heavy pressure of the sword cultivator, a large number of spells, talismans, treasures, magical weapons, and magical power were exhausted, and some changes in appearance could no longer be maintained.
The secret technique, so the true colors are revealed!
The most important thing is that the monks of the Gaoshan tribe all know this person. It is the so-called casual cultivator businessman who has often come to the tribe for more than ten years to persuade them to go out, and later began to mix sand among the Taoists!
It is also the Blind Bear side that they have been trying to provoke a fight between the two parties!
It's just that the time, manner and place of the tiger's mouth are beyond their control!
...If Lou Xiaoyi does not get close to within 200 feet, or even further distances the two sides, he can still control the flying swords as usual, because his two flying swords have sword spirits! It makes Mingcun unable to counterattack him, so he can
Maximize and unscrupulously exert his greatest attack power, but he also has other purposes!
He also wanted to give birth to the sword spirit, so the final blow should be completed by Anxiang. Anxiang did not have a sword spirit and the attack range was not enough, so he had to get within a hundred and fifty feet!
He succeeded in attracting Mingcun's counterattack, but before the cloud beads flew, he launched his long-planned final attack combination...
The distance between the two parties is close to 150 feet. Not only can he use the secret fragrance, he can also use the soul fighting technique!
Mingcun, who was going all out, suddenly felt like a cone piercing his brain. He knew that this was the opponent's mental attack method. While he was surprised by the swordsman's strong spirit and many methods, he had no choice but to activate his body protection.
Fati!
His spirit is not as good as his opponent, but because he has at least fifty more years of practice, the gap is not huge; he still activates the precious method because he knows that when dealing with flying sword attacks, there is no room for any confusion, even if
It’s a moment!
He is cautious, knowing that when his cloud pattern bead hits, the opponent's attack strength will inevitably weaken, and that is the time for the battle's offense and defense to change!
He has been building a foundation for seven to eighty years and has traveled in the wild all year round. He has extremely rich fighting experience. Now he has felt that the gap between his opponent and him in cultivation does exist. So, as long as he can withstand the initial storm,
The further back in time he becomes, the safer and more confident he becomes. The acid mist never stops, and he doesn't believe that the sword cultivator's flying sword was really unscathed in it!
Taoist Mingcun never thought about leaving! This is the self-confidence of an excellent practitioner. If something goes wrong, he will turn around and run away, and his fighting level will never improve!
He didn't think that the opponent would have a third flying sword. He knew very well about the Xuanyuan External Sword. He knew very well that a person with this level of magic power would never spend more than two or thirty years building a foundation. And two or thirty years
It is very rare for a foreign swordsman to be able to master two flying swords, especially two such fierce swords, which means that he has spent a lot of time and energy on flying swords!
Fighting is a weighing and judging of the sum of various complex factors. It is also a kind of gamble!
If you don’t dare to gamble, you are not a good monk!
