Chapter 857 Sword Rain
"Everyone, follow me to defend against the enemy!" Seeing the densely packed transparent swords appearing, Amusang, who originally wanted to teach Lu Xiaotian a lesson, directly faced Lu Xiaotian's attack. The feeling is a bit clearer than that of Yuan Min.
This rain of swords, before it moved, was already so terrifying that even Amusang, who had been famous for many years, felt frightened. At this time, he could no longer care about his face and directly greeted several other Jindan monks. .
The strong black man and the other four monks from the Constellation Realm were not as good as Amusang. At this time, they were all enveloped by the terrifying sword rain. Wherever Amusang gave orders, Alchemy Magical Artifact had already been sacrificed.
At this time, hundreds of foundation-building monks from Lingxiao Palace flew into the air, and various peaks climbed to the hillside. The Qi Refining Stage disciples at the top of the mountain watched eagerly what happened in front of the palace gate. Great war. Although battles between Golden Core cultivators were rare for them, this was the first time they had faced off against six Golden Core enemy cultivators with their own strength.
Boo! A big drum was the first to hit Lu Xiaotian, and the lingering sound also made the foundation-building monks in Lingxiao Palace feel a surge of blood after hearing the heavy drum sound.
Luo Qian frowned, and Yuan Min waved his hand to create a blue light curtain. With her strength, she was unable to carry the big drum head-on, but it was the main target of the opponent's attack. It was heading towards Lu Xiaotian. There was some lingering sound, but it was not difficult to block it.
The other two swords also struck Lu Xiaotian from left to right at strange angles. The starlight on the other person flashed, and the whole person disappeared on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, six people had attacked Lu Xiaotian at the same time.
"Fall!" Lu Xiaotian yelled, and the rain of swords that had climbed to the top of his head poured down like a torrential rain from the heads of the six people in an instant.
"Arrow array, prepare!" Under the leader's shout, the hundreds of arrow cultivators behind the six Golden Core cultivators each drew their bows and set arrows. The moment the arrows were stringed, the entire arrow array transformed into a giant scorpion shape. Like a huge poisonous scorpion swinging in the air.
The monks on the Lingxiao Palace side were fascinated by what they saw. Even though there were six golden elixir monks and hundreds of foundation-building monks forming an arrow formation, Lu Xiaotian still chose to take the initiative to attack. As soon as he took action, there was a mighty rain of swords. Although Hengkong could not yet guess what the final result would be, his heroic spirit was already unmatched by other monks.
Whoosh! The middle-aged man in purple who escaped through the starlight before reappeared, already a few feet away from Lu Xiaotian, and pointed a soft whip with spikes at Lu Xiaotian's throat.
This man's escape skills are far more incredible, and he was able to get so close in the blink of an eye.
Lu Xiaotian's body swayed slightly in the air. The middle-aged man in purple was slightly startled, and soon turned into a sneer. This silver-haired monk was a little too arrogant, and he dared to force his Fire Thorn Star Whip! The middle-aged man in purple flicked his wrist, and the Fire Thorn Star Whip flew towards Lu Xiaotian at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Thousands of sharp fire thorns emerged from the long whip.
The reason why he used his escape technique to get to such a close distance was to give Lu Xiaotian such a blow. The fire thorns, which were as dense as rain, were so dense that even the terrible rain of swords could not destroy them all. With such a close distance, even his miraculous Star Escape Technique could not escape.
The middle-aged man in purple is confident that his combat prowess may not be ranked high among monks of the same level, but when it comes to the magic of escape, no one can compare with him. Otherwise, he would not have been able to survive this two-hundred-year-old melee in the world of immortality. However, what surprised the middle-aged man in purple was that the silver-haired monk in front of him did not dodge, but directly reached out to strike at him, allowing thousands of poisonous fire thorns to be shot away. A palm slapped over at a faster speed.
Almost at the same time that he activated the fire sting attack, Lu Xiaotian sensed the movement of this person. He was several feet away, and at Lu Xiaotian’s speed, he really couldn’t avoid this vicious attack. , but he gathered his strength and captured , the middle-aged man in purple had just arrived, and he slapped him with his palm. What was wrong with the middle-aged man in purple? The escape technique of this middle-aged man in purple was indeed the only one he had ever seen in his life. The short-distance magic was not even on the woman in silver armor. Under the thunder-stepping Pegasus Lu Hong.
But the power of Lu Xiaotian's Yuanshen has reached a level that is difficult for monks of the same level to match. He immediately senses the slightest fluctuation around him. Unless the opponent gives up the attack and escapes directly, there is nothing he can do. Unfortunately, the opponent Still chose to attack.
The monks in Lingxiao Palace couldn't help but sweat for Lu Xiaotian. Apparently, the middle-aged man in purple had fled within a few feet of Lu Xiaotian in the blink of an eye, and was ready to attack. However, Lu Xiaotian's reaction was so fast that it was equally dizzying. Almost that As soon as the middle-aged man in purple appeared, Lu Xiaotian had already taken action at the right time. Instead of giving in, he faced the difficulties head-on.
Lu Xiaotian sneered, no matter how fast he goes, can he be faster than he can use the treasure? With a slight thought, a layer of cyan Taihao battle clothes floated on the outside, wrapping his body tightly.
At the same time, the Ruyi Armor protected the vital parts of the body and wrapped its palms. The thousands of fire poisonous stings kept hitting Lu Xiaotian's body surface, but they were unable to break Lu Xiaotian's defense.
"What?" The middle-aged man in Ziyi was shocked. He tried to escape again, but the strong wind had already hit him. It seemed that the life around him was cut off by the opponent's palm. The middle-aged man in Ziyi gritted his teeth. , the fire-thorn star whip in his hand shook, and whipped towards Lu Xiaotian again.
Thousands of fire thorns hit Lu Xiaotian's Taihao suit. Although the green clothes were a little lighter, they were all blocked in the end. Lu Xiaotian was lucky enough to hit the fire thorns with one palm. The star whip roared, and before the middle-aged man in Ziyi could recover, a palm force of overwhelming blood hit him directly on the head. The force was so fierce that it had simply exceeded the limit of a late-stage Jindan monk several times.
boom! Although the middle-aged man in purple tried his best to resist, how could he withstand Lu Xiaotian's blow when his cultivation was only in the middle stage of Jindan? His head exploded like a watermelon, and the headless corpse fell from the air.
"Scorpion Arrow! Release" At this time, the arrow array was finally ready. Hundreds of foundation-building monks each fired an arrow. The arrows gathered into a huge torrent in the air, forming a The giant arrow, which was only more than ten feet long and about a foot thick, shot towards Lu Xiaotian into the air.
The momentum of that giant arrow actually exceeded the full force blow of an ordinary late-stage Jindan monk. Luo Qian and Yuan Min both changed their expressions at this time. I didn't expect that these hundreds of foundation-building monks would be so powerful after forming an formation.
Lu Xiaotian looked stern and stood alone between heaven and earth. A golden light flashed in his hand. It was his psychic golden whip that he had refined with the Heaven-Destroying Breath Mysterious Technique. A psychic magical weapon is not cultivated by itself, and can only exert a small part of its power.
(End of this chapter)