After searching all over his body, Lu Zhu found that in addition to the life-saving thing left to him by his master, only the Xuanbing Sword could match the magic weapon of the Dan Cultivator.
At that moment, she tried her best, and the ice sword she sacrificed was surrounded by ice fog, and the cold wind roared into a dragon. In terms of momentum, it was no less than the short-handled giant hammer and goose yellow brocade chariot.
When the powerful monks in the audience saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel heartbroken and sighed that Green Bamboo's magic power was pure and its martial arts were superb.
With his brows frowned, he was already a little regretful.
The purple-clothed female cultivator on the stage felt even deeper at this time. The sudden drop in temperature around and the surging spiritual energy all told the power of the Green Zhu's sword.
At this moment, she didn't have time to think too much, and turned her sword a little, and then sacrificed the Su Nu sword without any reservation.
The next moment, two flying swords, Yibing and Bai, met in the air. After making a violent and crisp sound, the Xuanbing sword was bounced out fiercely.
"What a powerful magic weapon, it can handle the Su Nu sword without destroying it!"
The male cultivator in the tiger-skin coat seemed to have forgotten his hatred with Lu Zhu at this moment, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
"Hehe, he's such a generous work. I don't know who fellow Taoist is, but he is willing to use this kind of spiritual material to refine a mere magic weapon!"
In the distance, a monk named Jiedan, covered in black robe, was sarcastic and sarcastic.
However, although the cultivators in the audience were talking and praised, they all thought that Lu Zhu's nonsense had ended here.
But only the female cultivator in purple knew that she had suffered a loss in this round of battle.
The cold mist dissipated, and the Su Nu sword that everyone thought would immediately be placed on Green Zhu's neck was sealed into thin ice.
The natal magic weapon was damaged, and the female cultivator in purple felt a stream of cold air entering her body, and the magic power in the meridians immediately became unable to operate. Whether it was casting spells or driving magic weapon, it would be slower than normal.
Although Lu Zhu also injured the soul in the battle, in comparison, this injury is not worth mentioning at all, but the soul hurts hard.
Seeing that the plan succeeded, Lu Zhu immediately suppressed her discomfort and rushed out the Ice Soul Silver Needle with her magic power!
This spell, which was derived from the ordinary ice needle technique, has almost become the natural magic power of Green Zhu with the addition of the perfect technique compiled by Luo Hong and his own body. It not only makes it easy to use, but also has great power, and can fully exert the power of the cold air of the ice soul.
I saw a few clear silver lights constantly condensed in front of the green bamboo. The first batch just flew out "swish" and the next batch was almost in shape.
At this time, the female cultivator in purple could only turn the goose yellow brocade handkerchief into a curtain and form a wall to resist.
So, a jaw-dropping scene appeared on the ring.
The dignified monk Jiedan was actually beaten by a foundation-building monk!
As the cold air overflowed after the ice needle burst, the inspiration of the cloth wall gradually dimmed, and the ice crystals slowly spread.
Now, everyone who thought that Green Zhu would humiliate herself could not help but hesitate. After all, as long as the cloth wall sacrificed by the purple-clothed cultivator collapsed, it would be the time for her to lose.
Could this woman be a genius disciple who went down the mountain to train... Everyone secretly guessed.
Although the situation is very good, Green Zhu knows that the outcome is far from certain. The power of the ice fog needs to be stacked several times before the early stage of the elixir can surrender.
Before this, if she exhausts her mana first, the outcome will be reversed immediately.
Only by taking no wrong steps can she be able to defeat the monk Jiedan as a foundation-building monk.
It's soon! It's soon! There are still the last three rounds, and my magic power can hold on!
However, just as Lu Zhu gritted her teeth and persevered, the aura of the purple-clothed female cultivator in the ice fog suddenly increased significantly, and her cultivation actually jumped from the early stage of the elixir to the middle stage of the elixir!
There is no doubt that this may be the normal cultivation level of the female cultivator in purple!
The next moment, the goose yellow brocade celebratory light surged, and it rolled wildly like a flying skirt, and in an instant it wrapped all the ice fog around it.
The female cultivator in purple took the opportunity to soar into the air and broke the killing formation of Green Bamboo. Anger flashed in her crystal eyes. With a wave of her arms, two purple air flew out, and halfway it condensed into two purple foxes.
Looking at the purple-clothed female cultivator in the air, Lu Zhu felt that the other party was particularly beautiful for some reason, and her cheeks became rosy and even her reaction became much slower.
Is it a charming technique? It's so amazing!
After the purple-clothed female cultivator exposed her mid-stage cultivation, Lu Zhu knew that she had lost, and the huge gap in her magic power was enough to smooth out all conspiracies.
After coming back from his strange state, the two purple foxes condensed with spells had approached their bodies. Lu Zhu could only take out a talisman with gold-bottomed and silver patterns while opening her mouth to admit defeat.
At this moment, a shocking sound suddenly came from behind everyone.
For a moment, whether it was the green bamboo and the purple cultivator on the ring, or the people watching the game under the ring, they couldn't help but look back to see what had happened.
So, they saw the stunning scenery of the mountains collapsing.
A mountain on Shuangqin Mountain collapsed!
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An hour ago, the second floor of the basement of the Shuanglong Pavilion of Sima's family.
After throwing the foundation-building monk who had broken his soul, Luo Hong did not search for the souls of the other two formation masters. They were just tool people who obeyed orders and only knew that they could activate the formation to refine weapons here, but they knew nothing about it.
After killing someone, Luo Hong's disgust was relieved a lot, but after pondering for a while, he felt that he had to take care of this matter.
If the Sima family was still the same as before, only occupying one mountain on Shuangqin Mountain, even if Luo Hong couldn't stand their magical behavior, at most, he would destroy the Sima family's rulers and shock them.
But now the Sima family has expanded its power to the hill where the entrance to Wentian Cave Palace is located, so he has to check this matter clearly and see who is making trouble behind the scenes.
After all, Luo Hong was not sure that he could successfully remove the Enlightenment Tea Tree. He could not say that he would come a few times, but he didn't want to be picked by someone halfway.
The immortal cultivation family that is dominated by the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator is not within the sphere of influence of the demonic path. It is certainly supported by great forces to dare to act like this.
Only after finding out clearly can he decide what to do.
Thinking of this, Luo Hong violently opened the door to the stone chamber, completely ignoring the triggered ban, and reached out to capture the tender young man with fine skin.
Without the host of the formation master, the weapon refining formation outside the stone room had already stopped. Although the young monk still closed his eyes, he had no pain.
After removing the spirit-suppressing talisman from the forehead of the young monk, Luo Hong first used a pure magic power to him, and then bounced out a pill to swallow it.
With such a two-pronged approach, just a few breaths, the young monk's face gradually became rosy.
"wake up."
At this time, Luo Hong yelled softly in a voice with spiritual consciousness, and the young monk's eyelids immediately trembled.
Chapter completed!