Chapter 858 The golden whip breaks the formation
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This psychic golden whip is rarely used by Lu Xiaotian. After all, this thing is useless to the Nascent Soul cultivator. But ordinary Jindan monks can rarely threaten his existence. It was just that he was facing six Golden Core monks alone at this time. Even with his powerful magic power, he might not be able to capture them all in a hurry. The scorpion arrow formation composed of hundreds of foundation-building monks was also quite skillful, and it was actually faint. It gave him a sense of threat. Ordinary alchemy weapons might not be able to break this arrow formation with a full blow.
Lu Xiaotian was reluctant to have his alchemy weapon damaged, and this was the only one he could use.
Using the rain of swords to suppress the remaining five golden elixir monks in Amusanna, Lu Xiaotian held a golden whip in his hand and struck them with a whip in the air.
Chi la, the golden shadow flashed, as if the void was about to be cracked by the whip. The golden shadow struck the huge arrow, and the huge arrow trembled. After all, he was far from being a match for the psychic golden whip. The huge arrows shattered inch by inch in the air and turned into countless small arrows that only fell crookedly from the air. The golden shadow still had its remaining power and hit the hundreds of buildings. Brother Ji.
"Scorpion Formation, Royal!" When the leader of the foundation-building monk saw this, he suddenly turned pale with horror, shouted loudly, and raised the scorpion bow in his hand. The other foundation-building monks raised their bows one after another, and the black lights gathered together to form a flying scorpion with fangs and claws. The huge double claws waved up and clamped the falling golden shadow, and the two sides struggled for a while.
But these foundation-building monks saw that the golden shadow was blocked, and before they could be happy, another whip shadow swung down from the air.
Lu Xiaotian raised his hand and drew out a few whips. Even though this psychic weapon could only display a very small part of its power, it still had the power to split mountains and cut off water, not to mention facing hundreds of foundation-building monks.
Although the arrow array composed of hundreds of Changji monks is impressive, it has limited capabilities after all. When they tried their best to block the second golden whip, everyone's face was as green as charcoal, and they had been supported to the limit. Three golden whips have already penetrated into the arrow array and wreaked havoc like plowing a hole in a courtyard.
The screams were heard.
Lu Xiaotian flipped his wrist and put away the golden whip. This psychic golden whip, which was refined with the Heaven-Destroying Jiaxi Xuan Gong, will gradually decrease in power the more times it is used. After being reduced to a mortal thing, the breath in the psychic golden whip is not his own after all. When using it, it will always make Lu Xiaotian feel a little uncomfortable. If he can not use it, it is better not to use it as much as possible.
The golden whip smashed into the arrow formation, and in an instant, dozens of people were directly whipped by the golden whip to death.
The arrow array was instantly destroyed. Before these people could recover, the sky-wide rain of swords had already enveloped them.
The screams rang out one after another, and the rain of swords came so fast that the remaining foundation-building monks were unable to form a formation to resist again, and the small transparent swords were already coming one after another.
The transparent sword, like rain, is dense and elegant in the air. Sometimes it is still dozens of feet away, but in the blink of an eye, it is suddenly close at hand.
Perhaps in the face of other Jindan monks, with the resistance of Amusang and others, even if the formation is broken, these foundation-building monks will have enough time to form the formation again, but at this time, they can use the Phantom Rain Falling Sword For Lu Xiaotian, the rain of swords fell like a waterfall. With Lu Xiaotian's grasp of fighter planes, how could a group of foundation-building monks get a second chance under Lu Xiaotian's nose. Without the protection of the formation, these foundation-building monks were as fragile as newborn babies in the rain of swords. The screams came one after another. At this time, these people were all enveloped, and they did not even have the ability to escape.
“Asshole!” Amusang yelled, but he took out a mace and swung it left and right. He saw that the hundreds of foundation-building juniors he had brought were slaughtered. , but there is no counterattack at all. The repeated screams made him panic.
Previously, the strong man in black who was in the middle stage of the golden elixir saw people dying violently. At this time, he finally lost his mind. So many people were suppressed and beaten by the terrifying silver-haired monk.
Moreover, one of the six golden elixir monks had already died before, and the arrow array was almost broken. What's more, the silver-haired monk also had a frightening and almost irresistible golden whip in his hand. When the situation faced a one-sided situation, the strong man in black suddenly thought of retreating. He had just entered the middle stage of the golden elixir, and he still had a lot of life left. Wouldn't it be a pity if he died here? Moreover, the situation in front of him was not that he would not fight. Even the most powerful Amusang usually only had his eyes turned to the sky. Look, I'm not being beaten into a dog just yet.
Damn Taoist friends, don’t die, poor Taoist. When did this damn Lingxiao Palace come out with such a terrifying Golden Elixir monk! The strong man in black's eyes were wandering, and his body flew back several feet. He tried his best to resist the rain of swords, but he was about to escape from the battle circle. But they don't know that now that the five golden elixir monks are gathered together, they can still survive Lu Xiaotian's sword rain. Once someone retreats, this defensive circle will be broken immediately. Maybe the strong man in black knows this truth, but he doesn't want to be here. Dead consumption.
If he had not rushed back in time, I am afraid that the mountain gate of Lingxiao Palace would have been swept away this time. How could Lu Xiaotian allow the man in front of him to retreat in such a rage. But after all, he is still just a Golden Core cultivator. Although the Rainfall Sword Style is powerful, if it is spread among so many people at the same time, the attack power will be greatly reduced. It's just that he uses magic power to drive the Rainfall Sword Style, but it doesn't affect his use of other methods.
Just like using the psychic golden whip before.
Lu Xiaotian spread his palms, and a fire dragon bow and arrow flashed out. An arrow shot through the air. Coming straight from behind the strong man in black, he was as fast as a flying star. The strong man in black did not expect that the faster he ran away, the faster the opponent's blow would come. In shock, he quickly turned around and struck out with a hammer, but when the giant hammer touched the arrow, it was blown away by the irresistible force. Lu Xiaotian's current casual attack is already at the level of the late Golden Elixir. What's more, after taking the ninth-level monster essence, the power is doubled. How can a strong man in black in the middle Golden Elixir stage be able to block it.
An arrow pierced the chest, and the strong man in black screamed and fell from the air. The spiritual fire that emerged from the arrow burned the escaping spirit completely.
"This idiot!" Amusang and others yelled. It doesn't matter if the man in black is dead, but the silver-haired monk in front of him is too terrifying. It is not something that one or two people can stop. He was just five years old. The people united and could barely block the terrifying rain of swords. Now a gap was exposed, and the flowing sword energy swarmed in, and the defensive circle just now no longer existed.
I just saw that while the silver-haired monk was using the sword rain, he still had the energy to use the fire dragon bow and arrow. The attack was so powerful that it made people's scalp numb. The strong man in black couldn't even block a single blow. He was shot directly to death.
(End of this chapter)