Unlike most monks, sword cultivators only cultivate one sword in their lives. What they are best at is their indomitable momentum of breaking through all kinds of magic. They are also a group of monks with the strongest offensive power in the entire cultivation world.
The combat effectiveness of swordsmen at the same level is definitely at the peak. If you have a good sword in hand, fighting across levels is just a common occurrence.
Therefore, when the monk surnamed Geng showed his true strength, Zhao Shoushou finally understood and believed that he was really from the famous Dongyue Sword Sect. As for the cooperation between the two, it was natural.
If Zhao Shoushou had not shown strong enough fighting power in the previous battle, the monk surnamed Geng would rather explode at the last moment than choose to be a drag.
"Sure enough, this hateful guy has never shown his true strength. Let's fight quickly and remove Mo Yelian as soon as possible to prevent long nights and dreams." After feeling the sharp sword energy, Zhu Zhongsu was still shocked in his heart.
Originally, Zhao Shoushou, who could fight alone against the warbler, had already caused them a lot of headaches, but now the sudden outbreak of the monk surnamed Geng caught them off guard, and they had to pay a heavier price if they wanted to achieve their goal.
The three of them would not attack the sect disciples easily unless they had no choice. Unfortunately, they searched everywhere but could not find any trace of the Orioles Crying Beast and Black Leaf Lotus.
A shrill scream of "chirp" interrupted Zhao Shoushou's thoughts. Although the female warbler escaped from its vital points, it was still unable to escape completely due to the entanglement of the first-order middle-grade transparent silk thread.
The feathers, which were originally hard and had repeatedly blocked Zhao Shoushou's attacks, seemed to have no effect in front of the first-level middle-grade gentleman's sword, and it penetrated deeply into it easily.
"Three consecutive hits of the Dragon Ring Broadsword," he would never let go of the opportunity to beat the drowned dog. With the support of sufficient mana, the first-order mid-grade Dragon Ring Broadsword showed its cold light again, and performed the three-hit combo trick.
The first-level mid-level flying needle weapon took advantage of the situation when the warbler couldn't take care of both sides, and shot out again. Two needles were taken from its eyes, two were taken from the joints of its wings, and one was taken from its neck. As long as
If you can hit the target at one point, it will cause another damage.
"Silk turns into thread, trapped" finally got a chance to perform. How could the sharp weapon in his hand be wasted? The silk thread turned from virtual to solid and used unprecedented power to intercept the warbler.
On the other side, the three monks headed by Zhu Zhongsu fought hard, and with the strange blood all over their bodies retreating, their situation was equally precarious.
After Zhu Zhongsu was pecked with an inexplicable wound on his buttocks, he regarded the male warbler as an enemy and always spared no effort to attack whenever he got an opportunity. Nine times out of ten, the injuries on the monster's body were caused by his own handiwork.
The first-level middle-grade male Orioles Crying Beast was blocked several times by monks surnamed Lu and monks surnamed Shi. When there was no result, a pair of already bulging eyes widened, as if they were trying to expel the countless anger in their hearts.
Turn into blazing fire, burning the enemy in front of you into ashes.
It's a pity that the best way to describe it is that it has more ambition than strength. After the strange blood-red explosion, the male Warbler's combat effectiveness has dropped significantly. After several failed breakthroughs, its ending has basically been determined.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp", only a shrill scream from the male warbler was heard, as if he was saying goodbye to his close lover.
Before the three cultivators Zhu Zhongsu could counterattack, bursts of blurred wind gradually arose in the originally clear sky, and gradually condensed into huge wind blades about ten feet long and about a foot wide, shimmering with layers of cold light.
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I don't know if it was because of the serious injury, but when the giant wind blade was taking shape, there was an inexplicable shaking. The male Warbler Beast used essence and blood as support in time to allow the wind blade to take shape, only to miss the point.
After absorbing enough blood essence, three huge blood-colored wind blades attacked the three casual cultivators headed by Zhu Zhongsu.
The male warbler screamed, with a look of determination flashing in his eyes. He flapped his wings and followed behind a wind blade in the middle. Regardless of condensing the little strength left in his body, he launched a decisive blow at Fatty Zhu, whom he regarded as the most disgusting person.
hit.
"Well come, stone stick, come out, guillotine, split." Zhu Zhongsu did not retreat but advanced. Once he made a move, he left no room for it and made an indomitable killing move.
The crazy stone sticks carried out indiscriminate attacks, and the first-order mid-level guillotine, which had never appeared in battle, went straight to the monster's vital position.
In addition to the magic weapon in his hand, the monk surnamed Lu continuously offered three golden, wood, and water offensive talismans. The monk surnamed Shi commanded a tower-shaped defense, attacking dual-purpose magic weapon, and attacked and entangled the beast from behind.
This battle, which has been going on until now and has exhausted both sides, has basically reached a critical stage of decisive victory. The other battle between Zhao Shoushou and the monk surnamed Geng is equally impressive.
Especially after the monk surnamed Geng showed the sharp and powerful attacks that a sword cultivator should have, and with the assistance of Zhao Shoushou, he had continuously left three deep wounds on the body of the female Warbler.
In addition to the main wounds, the more than ten large and small wounds arranged in different locations on the body of the female Warbler are his masterpiece. The originally smooth and flat feathers became even more damaged under the attack of a large number of fire-attribute talismans.
Pitch black.
Especially the two wounds located at the connection between its wings and back. Although it does not have much impact on the life safety of the female Warbler, it can greatly reduce its reaction speed in combat.
It is a pity that the female Warbler has been wary of the attack of the first-level mid-level flying needle weapon, so her last round of critical attacks did not achieve much results, otherwise the battle would have been over.
"Fellow Daoist Zhao, it is better to use all your strength to deal with the crying beast as soon as possible. The Gentleman's Sword is released, the situation changes, the Dongyue Sword Sect is powerful in the world." The monk surnamed Geng had just finished speaking. The middle-grade Gentleman's Sword was like an alien sword.
This flying sword changed from two to four during the attack. The combination of virtual and real finally resulted in five flying swords that were difficult to distinguish between real and fake. They launched the most powerful attack from different positions and directions, targeting the warbler.
"Fellow Taoists are all fighting for their lives. How can one fall behind others? Today, I invite the Orioles and Beasts to taste the Geng Gold Thunder Bead." Zhao Shoushou chuckled and took out a first-level mid-grade thunder bead from his storage bag.
Use magic to urge it.
Taking advantage of his illness to kill him, among the five elements of thunder, Geng Jin is naturally the leader in terms of attack power. At this time, the Orioles Crying Beast was seriously injured, and Zhao Shoushou did not believe that it could survive the explosion of Geng Jin Thunder Beads.
life.
After a cup of tea, the battle came to an end smoothly. Two first-level mid-level Orioles and Crying Beasts all fell here. The process was tortuous, but the result was beautiful.
The only misfortune was that Zhu Zhongsu was injured again under the fierce attack of the male Warbler. As the battle ended, the relationship between the two groups of monks became subtle.
They stood facing each other at the original fighting place. Of course, the monks from both sides also took the opportunity to treat their injuries and recover some mana.