There really was an ambush. Nangong Dai looked at Yuwen Zhouyuan with some admiration. She didn't know why he could sense that there was an ambush.
"You have orders in the army, hurry back, what? Are you here to see Yuwen off, fellow Taoist?" Yuwen Zhouyuan stopped and said with a smile.
"Send it to you? Haha!" The tattooed monk laughed loudly, "Indeed, I'm sending it to you." After speaking, his eyes suddenly glared, and he shouted: "I'm sending you to hell!"
"Is it difficult for me to deal with the tattooed monk, but for you to deal with that late-stage Zhenqi?" Seeing that a battle was inevitable, Yuwen Zhouyuan quickly used his spiritual consciousness to transmit his voice and asked.
"I thought you wanted me to deal with the tattooed monk." Nangong Dai said happily.
"How is that possible? You just need to hold him down, and I will help you after I deal with the tattooed monk." Yuwen Zhouyuan said to Nangong Dai.
"Brother Yuwen, don't worry, I won't hold you back!" Nangong Dai said, touching the storage bag on her waist, the best spiritual weapon Ruoshui Sword was already in her hand.
"Young thief! You are robbing someone in broad daylight, so don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless!" Nangong Dai waved her Ruoshui sword to meet the late-stage Zhenqi cultivator.
The Dzogchen cultivator in the late stage of Zhenqi thought that he was sure of success against Nangong Dai, who was at the ninth level of Zhenqi. But when he saw Nangong Dai taking out the best spiritual weapon, he couldn't help but concentrate, patted the storage bag, and a
The fiery red sword, a top-grade spiritual weapon, appeared in front of him.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had already released his silver sword and was ready to fight the tattooed monk.
"Haha, uncle, I have been practicing for many years, but I don't have a magic weapon. Hehe, I will get it today. It seems that killing people and grabbing treasures is indeed faster than serious business!" The tattooed monk saw the magic weapon in Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand.
Qi Feijian smiled with greed in his eyes.
As soon as the tattooed monk stopped laughing, he waved his sleeves and released a fiery red Wu hook that "buzzed" and emitted a buzzing sound.
This flaming red Wu Gou is about three feet long, like a long sword, but different from the sword, the front end of the sword body of the flaming red Wu Gou has a slight hook shape.
The fiery red Wu hook couldn't help shaking and making a buzzing sound, as if it was alive, and it couldn't wait to rush out and kill people.
"Boy, you should try the power of Thousand Bees Fire Wu Gou!" The tattooed monk roared, and with a wave of his hand, Thousand Bees Fire Wu Gou flew out.
"It's just the best spiritual weapon. Look at my magical weapon, the Flying Sword!" Under the control of Yuwen Zhouyuan, the Silver Light Sword also flew out, blocking the Thousand Bees Fire Wu Hook like lightning.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was fighting with the tattooed monk, and here Nangong Dai was also fighting with the monk who was in the Qi stage of Qingyi.
In the view of the monk in green clothes, he should win this battle easily and beautifully. The other party has just entered the ninth level of Qi, which means that the other party's cultivation level is a whole level lower than his own. This level can be decided in a battle between masters.
About life and death.
Therefore, the monk in green felt that it would be easy for him to kill Nangong Dai. He did not waste any time. He raised his hand and took out a flying sword and killed her.
Nangong Dai knew that he despised her, so she immediately took advantage of the situation and threw an ice wall talisman, then turned around and ran away.
"Girl! Want to escape? Where to go!" The monk shouted and chased after him!
Seeing Nangong Dai's failure, Yuwen Zhouyuan became anxious. He originally wanted Nangong Dai to hold off the monk who was in the Zhenqi stage for a few rounds. After he killed the tattooed monk, he would help Nangong Dai kill the Zhenqi stage Dzogchen monk.
of monks.
But who knew that Nangong Dai couldn't even catch a move from others, which made Yuwen Zhouyuan worried. Logically speaking, Nangong Dai shouldn't be so helpless. Could it be that she was injured in the mine tunnel? She was afraid that she was worried and didn't tell her,
If that's true, that's bad!
Yuwen Zhouyuan was determined to help Nangong Dai, but the tattooed monk was not a fuel-efficient lamp.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's mind was shaken, and the tattooed monk immediately sensed it, hehe, I, Qian Bee Fire Wu Gou, also have a mysterious function! Junior, you are dead!
The tattooed monk's mind moved. He pointed his middle finger and index finger at Yuwen Zhouyuan and shouted: "Go!"
I saw the Thousand Bee Fire Wu Gou obediently dropped the silver sword, turned around and stabbed Yuwen Zhouyuan!
"Brother Yuwen, don't look at me! Be careful with yourself!" Nangong Dai used sound transmission to wake up Yuwen Zhouyuan. When he looked back, he saw Thousand Bees, Fire and Wu Gou already buzzing and swooping over.
"Humph, I don't think I have a defensive weapon!" Yuwen Zhouyuan patted the storage bag, and a delicate small drum appeared in his hand, preparing to use it to fight against Thousand Bees Fire Wu Gou.
Hahaha, junior, how can you stop it? The tattooed monk laughed wildly in his heart. When Thousand Bee Fire Wu Gou flew not far in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan, he suddenly shouted: "Disperse!"
I saw the Thousand Bee Fire Wu Hooks dispersed in an instant, turning into hundreds of finger-length fiery red swords, attacking Yuwen Zhouyuan from all directions!
Yuwen Zhouyuan calmed down, did not dare to be distracted, and dealt with it with all his strength.
Just as the two people were fighting fiercely, Nangong Dai also started fighting, but the battle on her side was not exciting at all.
Nangong Dai was running away in front, and the monk with the great perfection of energy was chasing after him. The monk was very happy. This girl came out of the Lingshiling cave. She must have a lot of good stuff. If I kill him first,
The tattooed monk shouldn't have any objections to seizing his storage bag. Even if the tattooed monk is no match for the green-robed monk, he can still escape with the storage bag.
In his eyes, Nangong Dai seemed to be just a piece of meat on his cutting board... except that the meat was not that delicious.
Nangong Dai felt that the time was right, and suddenly slapped the storage bag, and saw a bronze bell flying out.
After adjusting her breathing, Nangong Dai flicked her index finger, and the bronze bell immediately made a crisp sound, "Dang!"
This sound attack is hard to guard against, let alone a person who is unprepared and has little combat experience.
The monk who was in the Great Perfection Stage of Zhenqi was immediately shocked by the sound and his brain was blurred. In a duel between monks, even a brief absence of concentration would be life-threatening.
Nangong Dai sneered, raised her hand and shouted, "Go!"
The water sword shoots out like lightning!
With a "bang", the real power shield of the Dzogchen monk in the Zhenqi stage was blasted.
As soon as the real power shield was broken, the brain of the Dzogchen monk in the Zhen Qi stage also woke up, but it was too late for him to escape. If the water sword broke through the real power shield and did not slow down, it penetrated the monk's body in the blink of an eye, killing him.
A big hole opened in his chest.
"My life is at an end!" The monk felt that his vitality was being quickly withdrawn. In an instant, his body was smashed into the woods like a wooden stake.
"Hmph, be an honest person in the next life. It's not your job to kill people and steal goods!" Nangong Dai snorted coldly, raised her hand to grab the storage bag, and flew back.
When Nangong Dai came back, Yuwen Zhouyuan and the tattooed monk were both surprised. They thought, wasn't she being chased by that monk just now? How could she kill that monk in the blink of an eye?
When the tattooed monk saw that his helper was dead, he couldn't help but speed up.
"Quick!" He pointed again, and saw hundreds of small swords stabbing Yuwen Zhouyuan from all directions like crazy wasps.
Among the more powerful spiritual weapons in the world of immortality, sword-shaped spiritual weapons are definitely at the forefront. Now there are hundreds of small swords, and their power is indeed extraordinary. Yuwen Zhouyuan only has a small drum. If he wants to block so many flying weapons flying at the same time.
The sword, even if the magical weapon Soul-shaking Drum Yuwen Zhouyuan is fully refined, it may not be able to block it, not to mention that he has not yet fully refined it.
"Haha, die!" The tattooed monk laughed. He was about to have a flying sword, how could he not be happy?
Nangong Dai also discovered the crisis here, and Yu Feng rushed over and said at the same time, "Brother Yuwen, I'm here!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan originally wanted to kill the tattooed monk and help Nangong Dai, but unexpectedly he didn't want to help him, but instead helped him.
This made the competitive Yuwen Zhouyuan feel very unhappy. He replied, "Dai'er, don't interfere! Do you think this is all I have?"
I saw Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly point his finger at the silver light sword and spit out one word: "Broken"!
Daqing Yuwen Zhouyuan is not a fuel-efficient lamp. In fact, he could have killed most of Xiao Feijian with the silver light sword before, but he didn't. He used the soul-shaking drum to block the small sword, but let the soul-shaking drum block the small sword.
He quietly approached the tattooed monk.
Before Yuwen Zhouyuan's "breaking" sound could hit the ground, a "boom" sound was heard that shocked the mind.
The sound emitted by the drum head was as real as it could be, knocking down several small swords flying in front, and at the same time, the sound wave hit the tattooed monk head-on.
"No!" The tattooed monk roared, and his figure disappeared into the air.
And those hundreds of flying swords that no one controlled fell into the woods like a pile of loose sand.
Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hand, took back all the small swords, and then handed them to Nangong Dai. Then he turned back to Nangong Dai and smiled and said: "How was it? Isn't the action of the elder brother just now very handsome? This is a good gift.
You!"
Nangong Dai parroted the words, flipped her hair and said, "You are indeed handsome. Thank you, Brother Yuwen! By the way, Brother Yuwen, do you think this girl is very handsome like this?"
"Handsome, quite handsome." Yuwen Zhouyuan said hurriedly.
Their happiness did not last long. As they were talking, a dull and dull crashing sound suddenly came from the golden light under the soul-shaking drum, and the sound became louder and louder...
However, their happiness did not last long. The cultivation level of the tattooed monk was much higher than that of Yuwen Zhouyuan, and this soul-shaking drum could only kill monks whose cultivation level was lower than that of the user. A real person like the tattooed monk
The monks in the late Yuan Dynasty could only be temporarily trapped. At this moment, the tattooed monk was beating wildly in the space formed by the soul-shaking drum. Not to mention Yuwen Zhouyuan and Nangong Dai could see the hanging soul-shaking drum below.
The golden light stretched and vibrated, as if it was about to collapse at any time.
"What should I do?" Yuwen Zhouyuan was a little surprised by the strength of the tattooed monk.
"What is he doing inside?" Nangong Dai didn't go in and didn't know what was going on inside. However, as the owner, Yuwen Zhouyuan was very aware of the tattooed monk's actions inside.
"He used a mountain-like talisman inside and was smashing it on the ground like crazy." Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't expect that the tattooed monk had such a talisman.
The talisman is a kind of talisman made by monks in the True Master stage by extracting the power of the natal magic weapon. It can be said to be very powerful. Although the power of the talisman is only one or two-tenths of the natal magic weapon, it is a true master after all.
The magic weapons used by early monks, even if they are one or two tenths, are very powerful, and even the best magic weapons cannot compete with them.
After all, the power of magic weapons and magic weapons are not the same.
"What should we do?" Nangong Dai was a little nervous. If the tattooed monk broke out of the formation and used the talisman to deal with her and Yuwen Zhouyuan, then they would be in danger.
"It seems I have to go in and fight the tattooed monk." Yuwen Zhouyuan thought about it and said.