"Hey! Be careful. He is a seventh-level monk after all. Be careful of this guy jumping over the wall in a hurry!"
"Don't worry! He's trapped in our demon-binding fire net and he can't get out, so why should he jump over the wall in a hurry? Kill him now. The heart of the fire spirit is on his magic weapon, tsk tsk tsk... Yes, not only
After getting the Fire Spirit Heart, I also got a third-grade magic weapon for free! Hahaha..."
Listening to the conversation between the two, Jiang Fan was already very angry. Yes, he had no magic weapon to use now, he was injured, and he was trapped here. But... this did not mean that he had no resistance.
ability……
Jiang Fan, who was trapped in the fire net, threw a small lamp in his hand. This was the second-grade spirit-gathering lamp that Yi Yun had given to him. Jiang Fan grabbed it and the spiritual energy in the spirit-gathering lamp surged crazily.
Enter Jiang Fan’s body!~
Now, all we have to do is fight against the odds and fight...
"What does he want to do? Want to escape from this demon-binding fire net? Hahaha... funny! This demon-binding fire net is even more difficult to break than a third-grade magic weapon that traps people! Who does he think he is?"
The two Jihuoguan disciples laughed, but they did not notice that something was gathering little by little in the sky above them, when they felt the powerful spiritual pressure.
One of the Jihuoguan disciples looked up, and then shouted: "No..."
"Three Immeasurable Talents, Five Tigers Sever Souls, Seven Gangs and Nine Evils, Invincible in Ten Directions! Ten Directions Sword Formation..." Jiang Fan used all his spiritual power to weave pieces of sword energy into a network of sword energy.
Soon, two Jihuo Guan disciples were trapped in it.
"No..." One of them roared with bloodshot eyes, while the other one used a magic weapon and a protective spiritual light all over his body...
Clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng sheng... ceng sheng sheng sheng shen... was like the sound of a sword cutting metal. It was very harsh. It was actually the sound of sword energy breaking through the protective aura...
Boom boom boom boom... There was an explosion on the ground, and then it became cratered. When the smoke and dust dispersed, two Jihuo Temple disciples stood there, motionless. After a few seconds, a large amount of blood began to ooze from their bodies.
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One of the Jihuo Temple disciples said with difficulty: "Sword...sword energy takes shape? Poof..."
Blood mist exploded around them, and the two people fell to the ground...
Several things from Qiankun's sleeves exploded, and the demon-binding fire net that trapped Jiang Fan disappeared automatically.
Jiang Fan took a long breath, then grabbed the spirit gathering lamp and began to slowly absorb the spiritual power. He was surrounded by fire-attribute spiritual power, which had a certain suppressive effect on the recovery of spiritual power in Jiang Fan's body.
Jiang Fan glanced at his Phantom Sword, which was lying on the ground in a fiery red color. It was a kind of strange fiery red...
Jiang Fan frowned and didn't know what to do: "What should I do? Now I can't control my own Phantom Sword with my spiritual thoughts!~"
While he was in trouble, Jiang Fan suddenly saw that his Phantom Sword flew up on its own without any control, flying straight towards the magma lake. Jiang Fan exclaimed: "No...
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Plop... The Phantom Sword suddenly plunged into the fiery red magma lake. Jiang Fan clenched his fists. It was his best magic weapon! Although it was only a third-grade weapon, he could use it very easily. Now that it was gone, what could he do?