Not only the young man wearing a machete, the strong man carrying the sword, the female cultivator in pink, but also the warriors of the flying riding tribe, none of them would be mediocre. Even a medium-sized fairy sect may not be able to pull out several such weapons.
When the foundation building team arrived, the silver-haired young man in front of them actually despised them so much. Everyone was immediately furious. Instead of killing the golden elixir female cultivator, even if they wanted to wash away the shame brought by the silver-haired young man, they would have to fight hard, otherwise
What reputation will they have in the future?
"Broken Knife, Snake Girl, use whatever skills you have to let the silver-haired young man in front of you know the price of arrogance, kill him!" The young man in the scimitar-dressed uniform roared angrily, and the powerful scimitar was raised again, with flames surging above it and a steady momentum.
Rising steadily.
Lu Xiaotian smiled indifferently, and without breaking his hand, he turned forward in the air, and at the same time, he held Dongfang Yi and retreated.
"Kill!" The stout old man shouted with a murderous look on his face. Has the Feiqi tribe ever been looked down upon like this by the enemy?
The stout old man stuffed an elixir into his mouth, activated the remaining mana in his body, picked up the recalled elixir of fire and thunder, and placed it on the bowstring. Facing such a terrifying enemy, he could only use the strongest weapon.
Attack, ordinary offensive has no effect.
"Uncle, be careful!" A young monk among the flying warriors suddenly saw a gray-white light ball flying toward the spiritual eagle under the stout old man's seat. The speed was astonishingly fast, and it came from behind. When he found it, he was far away.
It's already quite close.
The stout old man turned around in shock, obviously having seen this scene. The stout old man snorted coldly. To deal with such an attack, there was no need for his Alchemy Fire and Thunder Heavy Arrows. He stretched out his hand and threw out three small black short arrows from his sleeves.
arrow.
It's just that these three short arrows passed through the gray-white light ball, but they didn't have much impact on it. The sturdy old man was shocked. At this time, he drove the eagle under the spirit eagle to fly away, but what made him feel a little at ease was that
The spiritual eagle under the seat is also a sixth-level spiritual bird. In terms of strength, it is not much worse than him. Ordinary attacks cannot defeat it. The fighting power of the flying warriors does not lie entirely in these monks.
The spirit eagle under the seat roared angrily, spread its wings, stretched out its claws to grab the gray-white ball of light, and a solid claw caught on the gray-white ball of light.
"No!" The stout old man saw that although the gray-white ball of light broke through a small hole, it still hit the body of the spirit eagle under the seat. The body of the spirit eagle who was usually connected to him suddenly froze at this time, and the stout
The old man couldn't even feel the fluctuations of Spirit Eagle's consciousness, and Spirit Eagle's huge body seemed to have lost its support and fell to the ground.
"Jinghong!" The stout old man yelled with a sad look on his face. This spiritual eagle had already existed when he was born and has been accompanying him until now. For the flying warriors, the eagle rider is not only their fighting partner, but also their companion.
Their family members have a very deep feeling. In the eyes of ordinary monks, they are just spiritual pets at most, but the monks of the Flying Cavalry Tribe have an extraordinarily deep relationship with their mounts.
The sorrowful expression of the stout old man surprised everyone. The burning emotion in the heart of the flying warrior, but the coldness in Lu Xiaotian's eyes did not waver at all. Human beings are not grass and trees, and no one is ruthless. But the two sides are in different camps, and everyone has their own merits.
Fighting to protect things, they can only be blamed as enemies. For what he protects, Lu Xiaotian also does not hesitate to fight. On the battlefield, there is no compassion, no pity, only life and death!
With such a clear understanding in his heart, Lu Xiaotian suddenly felt that his spiritual consciousness was suddenly a bit more active and stronger than before. Although his magic power has not increased, his use of magic power has become more flexible. This is just a feeling in his heart.
It's mysterious, but he knows that his strength has improved a little. This improvement makes him feel a little strange. In the past, he only improved his strength through hard training and elixirs, but this time it seemed to be a kind of realization. More
It's the improvement of your mood.
Perhaps cultivation is not just about taking elixirs to increase one's magic power, but also comes from an understanding of life, battles, and daily life.
"Bingso Xuanyin!" "Earth-shattering knife!"
Several oncoming warriors from the Flying Cavalry Tribe were affected by the Ice Soul Xuanyin, and they all became temporarily distracted.
"Wu Lianhan, be careful!"
The stout old man and another flying knight warrior in the late stage of foundation building shouted loudly. However, although the divine consciousness attack of Ice Soul Xuanyin is far less influential than the gray-white light ball emitted by the flying silver corpse Emperor Kun, it is not just
You can wake people up by making a sound. The difference in realm requires these people to pay attention to how long they have to be distracted for several breaths. For Lu Xiaotian, it only takes one breath to kill these people.
Even in the Flying Cavalry tribe, it is impossible for everyone to be a late-stage foundation-building monk. Among the more than twenty people, in addition to the stout old man, another late-stage monk was seriously injured by Dongfang Yi before, and another one was killed. Only one stout
The old man still has strong fighting ability. But at this time, the strong old man no longer needs to worry about him.
A silver-gray figure flashed in the sky. A tiger-headed leopard-body, a bunch of colorful feathers on the forehead, and flying silver corpse Emperor Kun with three tails fluttered towards him. His crystal-red eyes looked at the stout old man without any trace of trace.
Emotion. That silver-gray figure and crystal-red eyes undoubtedly exuded a sense of arrogance and rebelliousness. It was as if he was the king of this heaven as soon as he appeared.
"Roar!" The flying silver corpse rushed directly towards the stout old man.
The stout old man lost the spirit eagle under his seat at this time. In terms of speed, he was undoubtedly several levels behind Di Kun. Even Lu Xiaotian, relying on Qingfeng Sail, was slower than the Flying Silver Corpse without any burden. At the beginning
If the place where he fought with the Flying Silver Corpse was not in a relatively small place like a tomb, with the speed of the Flying Silver Corpse, Lu Xiaotian might not be able to severely injure it and subdue it.
The stout old man was horrified when he saw Di Kun rushing towards him very quickly. He pointed at Di Kun with the Danyuan Fire and Thunder Arrow in his hand. He had confidence in his arrow. No matter how fast the opponent was, he couldn't beat him.
The arrow that leaves the string.
Whoosh!
Heavy arrows of fire and thunder pierced the sky, carrying the sound of fire and thunder.
Di Kun belongs to the flying Yin Zombie clan, and the thunder-type magic weapon is slightly more damaging to it. Seeing this extraordinary arrow, Di Kun roared in anger, opened his mouth and spat out, and several green fireballs were shot out.
It hit the heavy arrow of Danyuan Fire and Thunder. It was exactly the kind that Lu Xiaotian asked Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang to refine the Yin Sha Fire Essence to heal Di Kun. Di Kun used the excess Yin Sha Fire Essence to refine it.
Although the corpse fire is far inferior to the power of the ice blue flame, and cannot even block the Danyuan Fire and Thunder Heavy Arrow, it is enough to weaken part of the power of this astonishing arrow.
Facing the weakened Danyuan Fire and Thunder Arrow, Di Kun was so arrogant that he hit you with your head all the way.
"What?" Seeing that Di Kun knocked his heavy arrow away with his head, the stout old man was so horrified that there was no trace of blood on his face.