Chapter 115: Qifeng Protrudes
At this time, the opponent has already sacrificed two magic weapons, one is fighting with the demon-binding rope, and a cyan flying knife is hitting his golden flying sword. The two are fighting. The golden flying sword couldn't 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 emerged from his chest. Then the whole person was kicked out, and a lot of blood gushed out from the chest. Behind him was another monk wearing a seven-star suit, who turned out to be a monk from Yuanxing Palace.
"It's you, Duan Ying, you, you ignored the friendship of the same sect 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, shocked and He watched resentfully that the person who attacked him turned out to be his junior brother in Yuanxing Palace.
"You have been oppressing me in Yuanxing Palace. If you are still alive in the world, even if you get purple ginseng this time, the advantage is that you get the big head 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 the 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!"
"You are the one who is dreaming, wait until I get the magic weapon on you "It's easy to get purple ginseng with the disciples in the palace." Duan Ying smiled, and with an astonishing speed, he grabbed Qingqian who had lost control and fell to the ground.
Lu Xiaotian was just watching this sudden change with cold eyes, and 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 Star Lamp of the Broad-nosed monk is the key. He already has several offensive 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 sound. In the blink of an eye, there were dozens of fierce exchanges. The huge force caused both of them to fall back ten feet at the same time. On the ground, the surrounding trees were pitted and in a mess due to the impact of the surging mana.
Duan Ying yelled loudly and pulled out a glittering green spiral flying hook, spinning towards Lu Xiaotian's neck. Just over ten feet away from Lu Xiaotian, the flying hook suddenly separated and split into three. The speed is so fast that no one has time to react at such a close distance.
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 pulled out the black dragon shears. Relying on the super speed of the black dragon's scissors, he knocked away a flying hook and cut off one. The other flying hook had already 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 pointed his finger at the black dragon scissors. With concentrated magic power, 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. The broad-nosed monk suddenly revealed several magic weapons, so he thought that this time It was bound to be a disaster. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin appeared on the way, and a fellow disciple 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, who actually had two offensive magic weapons, and seemed to have a top-quality defensive spirit armor, an ordinary casual cultivator from Wangyue City. He has grown to this extent in more than seven years. Even if this guy named Duan Ying doesn't make a sneak attack, I'm afraid this battle will still be fought.
Duan Ying was also shocked. He 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 cause his senior brother Wu Tian's star lantern to suffer damage. After the attack, his defense was greatly reduced and showed signs of incomplete recovery, 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 magic weapons, he has never used this powerful black dragon scissors. 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 and Wu Tian fight to the death and then come out to take advantage. "I only know now, it's too late." Lu Xiaotian scolded, the opponent's flying hook was quite sharp, it made him vomit blood, how could he not avenge this!
Duan Ying panicked and controlled two undamaged flying hooks to resist, but was 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 to defend, but they were caught in the handle of the demon-binding rope and could not withdraw it at all.
Duan Ying sacrificed another spiritual weapon, a flying knife and a flywheel. They were all cut off one by one by the black dragon. Forced and helpless, Duan Ying held the Qingqian he snatched from Wu Tian to resist. It's just that Qingqian was Wu Tian's magical weapon before. He just got it and has not been refined, so he can't 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 ran away.
Another disciple of Yuan Xing Palace saw that the situation had taken a turn for the worse. When he was distracted, he was pierced through the chest by Fan Qing's sword. Fan Qing finally killed his opponent after a fierce battle. He rolled his eyes and felt that the situation was not good. It was so wonderful that he turned around and ran 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 iron thorns that had grown wildly. If the third-level iron thorns were in a wild state, their strength would be comparable to that of a Qi Refining Dzogchen monk. With the power of mana, Under forced stimulation, the actual His strength was much lower, but Fan Qing had managed to escape from the Kuobi monk to get here before. Killing the Yuanxing Palace monk just now consumed a lot of mana. At the end of the powerful crossbow, he was left with a few iron thorns. Tangled up.
Fan Qing screamed and struggled hard, but the iron thorns tightened tighter and tighter, and the spikes on them pierced Fan Qing's body completely.
Duan Ying glanced back hurriedly. Before he could see Fan Qing's tragic situation clearly, a black light was approaching from behind, and a cold murderous intention rushed towards him. Poof, the black dragon cut through the chest. Duan Ying lowered his head with difficulty, a big hole had opened in his chest, and blood was pouring out like a column.
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, no less than any previous battle. If the broad-nosed monk hadn't been attacked to death before, I'm afraid we might not be able to tell the winner 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 strange 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.
(End of this chapter)