"Everyone, come with me to defend against the enemy!" Seeing the densely packed transparent swords appearing, Amusang, who originally wanted to teach Lu Xiaotian a lesson, was directly under Lu Xiaotian's attack. The feeling was more intense than that of Yuan Min.
A little clearer.
This rain of swords, before it moved, was already so terrifying that even Amusang, who had been famous for many years, felt frightened. At this time, he could no longer care about his face and directly greeted several other golden elixir monks.
The strong black man and the other four monks from the Constellation Realm were not as good as Amusang. At this time, they were all enveloped by the terrifying sword rain. Without even using Amusang's instructions, they had already sacrificed the Danyuan Magical Artifact.
At this time, hundreds of foundation-building monks from Lingxiao Palace flew into the air, and other peaks climbed up the hillside. The Qi-refining period disciples at the top of the mountain looked eagerly at the battle that took place in front of the palace gate. Among the Golden Pill monks
Although it was rare for them to see a war between the two, it was the first time they had faced off against six Jindan enemy cultivators with their own strength.
Boo! A big drum was the first to hit Lu Xiaotian, and the lingering sound also made the foundation-building monks in Lingxiao Palace feel a surge of energy and blood after hearing the heavy drum sound.
Luo Qian frowned, and Yuan Min waved his hand to create a blue light curtain. With her strength, she was unable to carry the big drum head-on, but the opponent's main target of attack was towards Lu Xiaotian.
Go, there is some lingering sound, it is not difficult to block it.
The other two swords also struck Lu Xiaotian from left and right at strange angles. The starlight on the other person flashed, and the whole person disappeared on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, six people had attacked Lu Xiaotian at the same time.
"Fall!" Lu Xiaotian yelled lightly, and the rain of swords that had climbed to the top of his head poured down like a torrential rain from the heads of the six people in a blink of an eye.
"Arrow array, prepare!" Under the leader's shout, the hundreds of arrow cultivators behind the six Golden Core cultivators each drew their bows and set arrows. The moment the arrows were stringed, the entire arrow array transformed into a giant
Scorpion shape. Like a huge poisonous scorpion swinging in the air.
The monks on the Lingxiao Palace side were fascinated by what they saw. Even though there were six golden elixir monks and hundreds of foundation-building monks forming an arrow formation, Lu Xiaotian still chose to attack actively. As soon as he made a move, a mighty rain of swords flew across the sky.
We can guess what the final result will be, but this kind of heroic spirit is unmatched by other monks.
Whoosh! When the middle-aged man in purple, who had escaped under the starlight, reappeared, he was already several feet away from Lu Xiaotian, and a soft whip with spikes in his hand was pointed at Lu Xiaotian's throat.
This person's escaping skills are incredible, and he was able to get so close in the blink of an eye.
Lu Xiaotian's body swayed slightly in the air, and the middle-aged man in purple was slightly startled, and soon turned into a sneer. This silver-haired monk was a little too arrogant, and he dared to shake his Fire Thorn Star Whip! The middle-aged man in purple shook his wrist,
The Fire Thorn Star Whip flew toward Lu Xiaotian at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. Thousands of sharp fire thorns emerged from the long whip.
The reason why he used the escape technique to get to such a close distance was to give Lu Xiaotian such a blow. The dense rain of fire thorns was so dense that even the terrible rain of swords could not destroy them all.
With such a close distance, even his miraculous Star Escape Technique could not escape.
The middle-aged man in purple is confident that his combat prowess may not rank high among monks of the same level, but when it comes to the magic of escape, no one can compare with him. Otherwise, he would not be able to escape from this melee in the world of immortality that has lasted for two hundred years.
Stick with it until now.
However, what surprised the middle-aged man in purple was that the silver-haired monk in front of him did not dodge, and directly reached out to slap him, allowing thousands of poisonous fire thorns to be shot away. One palm moved at a faster speed
Slap over.
Almost at the same time that he activated the fire stinger attack, Lu Xiaotian sensed the movement of this person. He was several feet away. With Lu Xiaotian's speed, he really couldn't dodge this vicious attack, but he gathered his strength and attacked. This person in purple clothes
Nian had just settled down and appeared, and he slapped him with his palm. It was no different to this middle-aged man in purple. The escape technique of this middle-aged man in purple was indeed the only one he had seen in his life. The short-distance magic was not even the same as that of the woman in silver armor.
Under Ma Luhong.
However, the power of Lu Xiaotian's Yuan Shen has reached a level that is difficult for monks of the same level to match. He immediately senses the slightest fluctuation around him. Unless the opponent gives up the attack and escapes directly, there is nothing he can do. Unfortunately, the opponent still chooses to attack.
The monks in Lingxiao Palace couldn't help but sweat for Lu Xiaotian. Apparently, the middle-aged man in purple had fled to within a few feet of Lu Xiaotian in the blink of an eye, and was ready to attack. However, Lu Xiaotian's reaction was so fast that it was equally dizzying, almost like that.
As soon as the middle-aged man in purple appeared, Lu Xiaotian had already taken action at the right time. Instead of avoiding the situation, he faced the difficulties head-on.
Lu Xiaotian sneered, no matter how fast he went, could it be faster than the speed at which he could use the treasure? With a slight thought, a layer of cyan Taihao battle clothes floated on the outside of his body, wrapping his body tightly.
At the same time, the Ruyi Armor protected the vital parts of his body and rolled up his palms. Thousands of fire poisonous stings kept hitting Lu Xiaotian's body surface, but they were unable to break through Lu Xiaotian's defense.
"What?" The middle-aged man in purple clothes suddenly became frightened. When he tried to escape again, the strong wind had already hit him. It seemed that the life around him was cut off by the opponent's palm. The middle-aged man in purple clothes gritted his teeth and used the fire thorn star in his hand.
With a flick of the whip, he whipped Lu Xiaotian again.
Thousands of fire poisonous thorns hit Lu Xiaotian's Taihao battle suit. Although the green clothes were a little lighter, they were all blocked in the end. Lu Xiaotian was lucky enough to slap the fire thorn star whip with a slap,
Before the middle-aged man in purple clothes could recover, a palm force of overwhelming blood hit him directly on the head. The force was so fierce that it had simply exceeded the limit of a late-stage Jindan monk several times.
Boom! Although the middle-aged man in purple tried his best to resist, how could he withstand Lu Xiaotian's blow when his cultivation was only in the middle stage of Jindan? His head exploded like a watermelon, and the headless corpse fell from the air.
"Scorpion Arrow! Fire!" At this time, the arrow formation was finally ready. Hundreds of foundation-building monks each fired an arrow. The arrows gathered into a huge torrent in the air, forming a arrow that was more than ten feet long.
, a giant arrow about a foot thick shot towards Lu Xiaotian into the air.
The momentum of the giant arrow actually exceeded the full force blow of an ordinary late-stage Jindan monk. Luo Qian and Yuan Min both changed their expressions at this time. They did not expect that after these hundreds of foundation-building monks formed an formation, they would be like this
sharp.
Lu Xiaotian had a stern look on his face, standing alone between heaven and earth, with a flash of golden light in his hand. It was the psychic golden whip that he had refined with the Heaven-Destroying Breath Mysterious Technique. It was a psychic weapon, but it was not his own.
If raised, it can only exert a small part of its power.