The black tripod, which was still shaking, suddenly stopped moving.
The skinny old man floated down and said quickly: "Is he dead?"
The middle-aged man was about to speak when his face suddenly changed, revealing a bit of shock. The silent black cauldron suddenly shook. After a moment, the soil next to the black cauldron suddenly bulged, and a figure jumped out from inside.
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It was Wu Feng.
At this moment, his clothes were riddled with holes, as if they had been stabbed by countless swords and became tattered.
"Why aren't you dead?" The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he quickly recalled the black cauldron to take a look. He saw that the countless swords hidden in the black cauldron had broken off on their own, leaving only the half of the handle.
"Is it the protective inner armor?" The middle-aged man immediately looked at Wu Feng, but through the holes in the tattered clothes, he could directly see the skin inside.
He thought of something and his pupils shrank, showing a bit of shock.
At this moment, a cold light flashed in Wu Feng's eyes, and he controlled the flying sword to kill him head-on. The spiritual energy in his body was injected into the flying sword, and a restriction on the flying sword was immediately activated.
Buzz~
The blade of the sword screamed softly, and suddenly, wisps of thunder and lightning emerged from the blade, carrying infinite power and slashing towards the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's expression changed and he quickly used the black cauldron to resist.
Bang!
The flying sword struck the black cauldron, and the lightning from the sword was directed into the black cauldron. The middle-aged man's body was shaken, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly recalled the black cauldron.
The moment the flying sword came into contact with the black cauldron, he felt that his spiritual thoughts were involved in a thunder and lightning, and he felt as if he was being crushed. If this continued for a long time, his spiritual thoughts would definitely be damaged and his cultivation would regress.
Just then——
Whoosh!
A tiny flying needle jumped out from behind the middle-aged man like a poisonous snake and stabbed straight into the back of his neck.
The middle-aged man was dealing with the flying sword when his expression suddenly changed, and a silver-white wave of air suddenly swelled up from his body, covering his whole body.
The flying needle hit the silver air wave and immediately melted like molten iron.
Wu Feng sighed in his heart, this ordinary iron is still not good against the innate strong ones. Generally, the innate strong ones are shrouded in spiritual thoughts. As soon as the flying needle comes closer, they will immediately notice it and arouse the spiritual energy in the body to resist.
Even extremely hard metals such as tens of thousands of years of cold iron can be easily withstood, let alone ordinary iron.
"If there is a chance in the future, I will find some treasures and refine a set of magical flying needles." Such a thought flashed through Wu Feng's mind, and he immediately suppressed his thoughts and concentrated on dealing with the two people in front of him.
"Old Xue, this man's body is extremely powerful, almost as strong as a diamond. Only magic weapons can kill him. Let's work together!" The middle-aged man made room and immediately said to the skinny old man.
The skinny old man was shocked and said: "The body is as good as diamond? How is it possible? Is he a disciple of that old monster?"
The middle-aged man nodded solemnly, and he had guessed it without stabbing Wu Feng to death through the sword hidden in the black cauldron.
"I'm going to use that move, you're ready." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
The skinny old man's expression changed and he nodded immediately.
The middle-aged man immediately shouted loudly, took out the black cauldron, enveloped Wu Feng again, and locked him into the black cauldron.
Wu Feng frowned. Although the black cauldron could cover him, he could easily escape by using Earth Escape. It was not a powerful magic weapon.
However, it is very rare for an innately powerful person to have a magic weapon.
When the black cauldron landed, Wu Feng immediately used Earth Escape, preparing to escape from the black cauldron. At this moment, a large amount of black hair suddenly burst out from the soil under his feet, wrapped around his soles, and spread along his thighs and onto his body.
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The black hair completely blocked the bottom of the cauldron, preventing him from getting out at all.
Wu Feng did not hesitate and activated the silver flying sword to strike. The flying sword was extremely sharp and easily cut off the black hair. However, the black hair kept pouring in like a fountain, squeezing the black cauldron at once.
Full.
"You want to squeeze me to death?" Wu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.
At this moment, all the black hair suddenly curled up, became as hard as needles, and stabbed towards Wu Feng's body, easily piercing his skin.
Wu Feng's pupils suddenly shrank.
Outside the black cauldron.
The skinny old man held a whisk, and the black threads on the whisk jumped into the soil at his feet. Under the guidance of his spiritual thoughts, they jumped into the cauldron.
"Hehe, if you use this move, even the mid-level innate experts will not be spared." The skinny old man said with a trace of cruelty on his face.
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and said: "Of course, the status given to the two of us by the sect is much higher than that of ordinary elders."
"Even if this kid's body is like a diamond, he will still be pierced by my thousand-year-old black spider silk!" The skinny old man smiled sinisterly.
Then the next moment, his expression suddenly froze, and he saw the black thread jumping into the soil at his feet, suddenly burning up, and the purple flames followed the black thread and burned toward the whisk in his hand.
"Purple Yang Sky Fire!" The skinny old man screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and immediately threw away the whisk in his hand. In an instant, the whisk was wrapped in purple flames and burned to ashes.
At the same time, a figure jumped out of the soil in front of the black cauldron and galloped towards the skinny old man.
"Not good!" The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he hurriedly drove the black cauldron back to defend, trying to cover the skinny old man.
However, at this moment, Wu Feng turned around, his fingertips flashed with silver light, and his flying sword flew toward the middle-aged man like lightning.
This flying sword is small and delicate, and its speed is as fast as lightning. The flying sword has already passed by the heavy black cauldron before it was recalled!
The middle-aged man's pupils widened.
On his throat, a bright red blood stain appeared.
Wu Feng sneered, and continued to chase the skinny old man with his flying sword. When the skinny old man saw the middle-aged man dead, he was frightened to death. An innate strong man without a magic weapon could only suppress the acquired strong man, facing
A strong person of the same level who has a magic weapon is almost dead, with no room for fighting back!
He ran wildly.
But the magic weapon is faster!
With a flash of silver light, a huge head fell down.
Watching the two innate strong men being killed by him, Wu Feng was not happy at all. At the last moment when he was imprisoned by the black cauldron, if he hadn't burned the black silk with the help of the purple feather bird's flames, I'm afraid he would have been
Dead!
The magic weapon coordination between these two people is almost perfect. Even a strong person in the middle stage of Xiantian or even the late stage of Xiantian may die directly if he is caught off guard!
As for being able to kill a middle-aged man easily, it was mainly because his magic weapon was a flying sword!
The flying sword is much faster than the black tripod, so it can kill with one strike. This is why most people like to refine magic weapons into flying swords, because it is so light and fast!
However, these people's magic weapons were obviously not refined by themselves. As far as Wu Feng knew, no one among the six sects and demons could refine magic weapons.
It is said that more than three hundred years ago, there was a wizard who was able to refine some magic weapons, but after his death, no one learned how to do it.
Therefore, most of the magic weapons in the hands of these people are inherited or acquired by chance. Whether it is the type they like is another matter.