"Qiang!"

The Chengying Sword shot out in all directions and struck Chen Daochu's natal spirit armor, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

"It's okay! Haha, it's okay!"

Seeing that the natal spirit armor resisted Chen Daoxuan's attack, Chen Daochu, who was originally nervous, suddenly laughed happily.

Seeing his appearance, Chen Daoxuan smiled and said: "Don't be too happy, the sword I just struck was only equivalent to the attack made by a third-level Qi Refining monk holding a first-level high-grade magic weapon.

You are wearing a first-level high-quality natal spiritual armor that is comparable to a second-level defensive weapon. It would be strange if you can't stop it."

Speaking of this, the expression on Chen Daoxuan's face became serious: "The next sword is the fifth level of Qi refining, be careful!"

Hear this.

Chen Daochu couldn't help but look serious.

On the field.

The other Taoist monks all had tight faces and stared at Chen Daoxuan and Chen Daochu.

"laugh!"

The Chengying Sword split the air and made an inaudible sound.

The flying sword's sword was nine feet long, like a stream of light, flying towards Chen Daochu.

Chen Daochu continuously injected the true energy of Dantian into the natal spirit armor.

next moment.

The Chengying Sword and his natal spirit armor collided again, and a more violent roar sounded on the field.

Immediately afterwards.

An invisible shock wave swept across, making everyone's clothes rustle.

The dust and smoke dispersed.

Everyone took a closer look and saw that Chen Daochu was standing in mid-air intact.

"blocked!"

The Taoist monks present were excited.

Chen Daoxuan couldn't help but feel a little hot in his heart, and asked: "How?"

Chen Daochu moved his arms, feeling the powerful spiritual light blooming from his natal spirit armor, and grinned: "It doesn't feel strong enough."

When I saw him, his attitude was totally different.

Chen Daoxuan knew that his boy was conquered by the powerful defensive power of his natal spirit armor.

Now he probably feels that he can withstand all attacks from monks in the Qi Refining Stage.

In other words.

It's just a little floating.

Chen Daoxuan didn't say anything and asked him to get ready again.

Another sword struck at Chen Daochu.

This time, it was equivalent to a full blow from the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Since Chen Daoxuan himself only had the eighth level of Qi Refining, his sword used a trace of the secret of Chasing the Wind Sword Technique.

As the pinnacle of the Qi Refining Stage monks, the ninth-level Qi Refining monks can use all their strength to control the power that a first-level high-grade flying sword can unleash. Even Chen Daoxuan today does not dare to underestimate it.

After all, Chen Daoxuan's offensive power far exceeds the upper limit of Qi Refining Stage monks, but his defensive ability is only a little stronger than that of a ninth-level Qi Refining Stage monk.

This is based on the defensive ability he only possesses after he has cultivated the "Rock Sword Technique" to a perfect state.

No matter how you say it, flying swords are weapons of attack.

Even the defensive sword art emphasizes attacking instead of defense. It is almost impossible to have a sword art that only defends.

Therefore, "Pan Stone Sword Art" is not so much a defensive sword art as it is a special offensive sword art.

What matters is using attacks to intercept attacks.

It is still fundamentally different from a purely defensive weapon such as the natal spirit armor.

"boom!!!"

The power of the attack from the ninth level of Qi Refining even made the Daoist monks who were watching faintly feel a little unsteady.

Seeing such a violent attack, everyone turned pale with fright.

After all, most of the Taoist monks present only have the second or third level of Qi refining, which is far less exaggerated than the fifth level of Qi refining of Chen Daochu and Chen Daolian.

Therefore, the air wave swept across, and except for Chen Daolian, everyone else on the field was a little unsteady.

Half a moment.

Centered below Chen Daochu, a deep pit several meters in diameter appeared in front of everyone.

As everyone knows, this is the tragic situation caused by the collision between Feijian and Chen Daochu's natal spirit armor.

But no one cares about this right now.

They all turned their attention to Chen Daochu.

"How about it?"

Chen Daoxuan asked loudly, "If you can't hold it, don't force it."

After hearing this, Chen Daochu, who was about to give up, lost his temper and said loudly: "I'm fine, it feels like being lightly punched."

Hear the words.

Chen Daoxuan was suddenly moved.

Chen Daochu only felt a slight impact from an attack of this magnitude, which meant that this attack was still a long way from breaking through the defense of his natal spirit armor.

Thinking of this, Chen Daoxuan's face became serious.

"How much energy do you have left?"

"Reporting to the Young Patriarch, there are more than 90% left."

It was a bit scary to resist the blows of a monk at the third, fifth and ninth levels of Qi refining one after another, but only consumed less than 10% of Chen Daochu's true energy.

"Dao Chu, for the next sword strike, I will use all my strength to use the Wind Chasing Sword Technique.

If you can resist it, from now on, this piece of natal spiritual armor will be enough for you to dominate the Qi Refining Stage monks!"

With Chen Daoxuan's cultivation at the eighth level of qi refining, he used all his strength to use the Wind Chasing Sword Technique. Even though it was not as good as his strongest weapon, the Wind Chasing Rain Sword, it still greatly exceeded the attack limit of a qi refining monk.

If a ninth-level Qi Refining monk can normally use a first-level high-grade flying sword to emit a power of 1, then Chen Daoxuan's use of the perfect level Chasing Wind Sword Technique can emit an attack power of at least 2 or more.

More than doubled.

Chen Daochu seemed to know that the next sword was not easy.

He immediately poured all his energy into his natal spirit armor, his little face tensed up, and he stared at the Yingying Sword hanging in front of Chen Daoxuan.

In an instant.

Chen Daochu felt his vision blur, and the Chengying Sword disappeared.

at the same time.

Chen Daochu felt a heartbreaking pain hitting his chest.

This time, he finally could no longer maintain his figure and was directly slashed away by Chen Daoxuan's sword.

"Cough cough cough!"

Hundreds of meters away.

Chen Daochu lowered his figure in embarrassment, and his natal spirit armor retracted into the sea of ​​energy in his Dantian.

Chen Daochu first squirted five mouthfuls of his blood, and then was pulled by Chen Daoxuan to do the natal spirit armor defense experiment.

His face was extremely pale at the moment.

Especially Chen Daoxuan's last sword, although it still did not reach the upper limit of defense of the natal spirit armor.

But after all, Chen Daochu's cultivation level was limited, and he was also unable to exert the full defensive capabilities of his natal spirit armor.

As a result, I suffered some minor injuries.

Seeing a trace of blood on the corner of Chen Daochu's mouth, Chen Daoxuan took two steps closer, took his hand without any explanation, and circulated his inner energy around his body.

"Young Patriarch, I'm fine."

Chen Daochu said coquettishly.

After checking, it was found that Chen Daochu only suffered a slight impact on his chest. This injury was not even considered a minor injury.

In fact, if Chen Daochu hadn't sprayed five mouthfuls of natal essence and blood before and was in poor condition, he wouldn't have suffered even this little injury.

This is a bit scary.
To be continued...