Chapter 72: Easy and freehand

In fact, the reason for this situation is that besides the strength of the Big Iron Bell, it is mainly because Xiaopang is not just being beaten and cannot fight back at all. If that were the case, he would definitely not be able to hold on. When the four monks were besieging Xiaopang, they were also very afraid of his Wu Earth Divine Thunder, and could only draw out 60% of their mana for attack, while the other 40% of their mana must be used for defense.

Although they can easily block a Wu Earth God Thunder, once the number of Wu Earth God Thunder reaches three, their protective Taoist magic or magic weapons will probably not be blocked. They will inevitably be injured. The Wu Earth God Thunder is still easy to block. After all, the thing is straightforward and open. What they hate the most is the Kui Water Yin Thunder. Although this thing is small, it is transparent and silent. If you accidentally sneak to the side and explode, you will not be injured. However, they are dizzy and weak all over. In this case, they naturally dare not be too presumptuous.

Among these four people, the most depressing one was the female monk in red. Because the magic weapons and weapons of the other three people won with their power, they were very powerful and were easily blocked by Xiaopang with a big iron bell. The boomerang of the monk in red was the only one among them who was known for their flexibility.

When facing a guy like Xiaopang with a super shield, she should have shined, using the extremely flexible mechanism boomerang to circumvent the big iron bell and dealt a severe injury to Xiaopang. But in fact, the situation is completely opposite. The female monk in red dared not put her mechanism boomerang around.

Because Xiaopang paid special attention to this kind of mechanism-like magic weapon that restrained him. When he saw the woman in red attacking him with this thing, he would not say anything, and he would definitely hit three or five Wu Earth divine thunders, not hitting people, but only hitting the mechanism-boomer.

You know, this mechanism is flexible and flexible, but it also loses its strength while being flexible. Of course, it is not very afraid of ordinary flying swords DC, but if it encounters Xiaopang's Wu Earth Divine Thunder, and three or five at a time, it will be unbearable.

The first attack of the female monk in red was suddenly blown up by Xiaopang with four Wu Earth divine thunders. This loss was too great. Because it was not easy to refine the Boomerangs of the Mechanism, and after it was successfully refined, it had to be nourished with the soul, slowly familiarize themselves with their performance, and finally integrate them, so that they can exert its strongest power. The losses of these three Boomerangs will be at least four or five years before the female monk in red can be replenished. Can she not feel sorry for her? Anyway, there are more than the people here, so in order to reduce the losses, she simply put away her Boomerang and attacked with a symbolic attack with an ordinary flying sword.

In this way, the only monk who was actually threatening Xiaopang did not work hard, and the attacks of the other three were all blocked by the extremely flexible iron clock. As a result, these four foundation-building monks had no way to deal with Xiaopang.

However, the four of them were not very anxious. Because they all thought of one thing, that is, although Xiaopang looked powerful at this time, it could not last long. Because Xiaopang had to maintain the flying sword flying and command such a heavy iron bell to block the attack, the spiritual energy consumed must be quite amazing. As for a cultivator at the fifth level of the innate realm, he was afraid that he would only last for half a quarter of an hour at most and would have to exhaust his magic power. At that time, wouldn’t he let the four of them slaughter it?

However, although the four foundation-building monks made a good plan, they were actually not the case at all. It soon passed half a quarter of an hour, and Xiaopang was still alive. Another half a minute passed, and Xiaopang was still so powerful. After three or four and a half minutes, Xiaopang was still like that, but the four foundation-building monks changed their faces.

At this time, Xiaopang, holding his head up and his chest, stepped on the Golden Eagle Sword, and controlled a golden sword light of more than ten feet long, flying over the air gorgeously. He was behind his left hand, holding three golden earth divine thunders, ready to shoot it at any time. His right hand stopped on his waist, and his fingers were bent and bounced from time to time. Every time he popped up, it would trigger a thunder. At the same time, accompanied by a violent explosion, it would explode a flying sword light, or storm the opponent's Taoist attack, or drive away the monks who dared to approach.

At the same time, the big iron bell covered in wounds and rolling black smoke was like a super agile gorilla, rolling around the fat man, using its huge and strong body to block a vicious attack.

Although the fat girl was ragged at this time, she was energetic and showed disdain. She didn't seem to be chasing and running for life, but she seemed to be wandering around in the garden.

In fact, Xiaopang was proud now. After all, he was just a low-level monk in the fifth level of the innate realm. Now he could rely on a body of Taoism, so he could not help the four foundation-building monks. If this was spread, no one would believe it if it was beaten to death.

He was thinking now that Dao Ye has the five elements essence water to replenish his magic power, so let's spend it! Half an hour has passed, and in another four quarters of an hour, I will almost return to Xuantian Temple. Haha, at that time, I will let you know why the flowers are so popular!

Faced with such a relaxed and freehand little fat, several foundation-building monks who chased him were so angry. The guy riding a leopard couldn't help but say in anger: "Boss, you can't fight this! This fat man's magic weapon is powerful, his divine thunder sharp, and his seemingly endless magic power. How could he be a cultivator in the innate realm? He is probably disguised as a foundation-building monk, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

"Yes, how can a congenital disciple have so much magic power? While flying with the sword, he also played such a big iron bell so sharply. He persisted for half an hour under the siege of the four foundation-building monks. Even if the foundation-building monk was besieged by us for so long, he shouldn't be able to stand it! But look at his relaxed appearance, is he just playing!" The female monk in red said in distress.

"Senior Brother, my mana has been consumed 60% or 70%. If this continues, I'm afraid that the fat man is fine, but we will be done first!" The monk who stepped on the Golden Eagle frowned and said, "Look, should you use that thing?"
Chapter completed!