"Mr. Bao, take the sword." Long Hongfei's sharp shout suddenly came from the ground, and a red light flew towards Bao Yi. Without any hesitation, Bao Yi grabbed the red light in his hand and pointed at it.
He struck at Zhao Dayong in front of him.
"Chirp..."
Suddenly a bird song came from the sharp sword, and it transformed into a large bird several meters tall, and attacked Zhao Dayong.
These changes startled Zhao Dayong, and he quickly flew back, retreating several hundred meters. Then he looked at the sharp sword in Bao Yi's hand with a gloomy expression, and said in great shock: "High-level magic weapon?
"
While saying this, a look of greed flashed across Zhao Dayong's face.
"High-level magic weapon?" Bao Yi was shocked when he heard these four words. Magical weapons are very precious. In the Western Region, only a few big families have a few of them. He spent ten years trying to find them.
For several years, I haven't found one.
Most of the magic weapons in those big families are just elementary magic weapons. Only their family treasures are mid-level magic weapons. You can imagine how precious high-level magic weapons are.
But who would have thought that a little-known little family in the Long family could actually come up with a high-level magic weapon.
"Hahaha..." Bao Yi suddenly laughed, looked at Zhao Dayong, and said: "Zhao Family Master, you just took advantage of the weapons. Now we all have magic weapons in our hands, no one suffers, and we can just use it."
A fight."
Hearing this, the corner of Zhao Dayong's mouth twitched. The blazing sword in his hand was obtained by the previous head of the Zhao family, his father, when he went out. It was only a preliminary magical weapon.
The power gap between each level of the magical weapon is very large. Just like just now, although he was holding an elementary magical weapon, he was able to fight Bao Yi, a Martial Emperor who was one star higher than him.
To achieve a tie, this is taking advantage of the power of the magical weapon.
But at this time, Bao Yi, who was originally stronger than him, was holding a magic weapon that was two levels higher than the Scorching Fire Sword in his hand.
The emperor can suppress the opponent and beat him, and he actually says that no one suffers.
At this time, Bao Yike held the sword in his hand and slowly raised it, regardless of what Zhao Dayong was thinking.
"A spinning strike."
His body suddenly spun in mid-air, spinning faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, the fiery red sword emitted by the magic weapon in his hand formed a huge sword storm, and struck towards Zhao Dayong like lightning.
Along the way, the space was constantly groaning in pain under the sword-like storm. Space cracks appeared in mid-air like a monster's mouth, leaving a space hole composed of countless space cracks.
"Not good." Feeling the terrifying aura exuded by the sword storm, Zhao Dayong's face changed drastically, and his figure quickly retreated. Unfortunately, Bao Yi's spinning strike was different from other combat skills. The spinning strike was based on
He is generated as the center, and when he attacks the opponent, he will rush over with the Jian Mang Storm, and the Jian Mang Storm is also under his control and can change as the enemy moves.
At this time, his consciousness had already locked onto Zhao Dayong. As soon as Zhao Dayong retreated, he immediately chased after him and was in front of Zhao Dayong in the blink of an eye.
"Double kill with swords."
In desperation, Zhao Dayong roared, and the flaming sword in his hand suddenly turned into swords, slashing towards Jian Mang Storm from the left and right sides.
"Boom..." The sword struck fiercely on Jian Mang Storm. With a loud bang, Zhao Dayong was directly knocked out. However, under his terrifying blow, the intended Jian Mang Storm was only
It shrank in a circle, but instead of defeating him, it continued to attack him.
In the blink of an eye, the Jian Mang Storm came in front of him again. This time, Zhao Dayong had no time to resist. Just before the Jian Mang Storm bombarded him, a blue light suddenly burst out from his body.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The storm of Jian Mang fiercely bombarded the blue light. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Jian Mang were blasted out. At first, the blue light could still resist it, but after a moment, with the sound of Peng Mang,
, then disappear.
The next moment, the Jian Mang Storm, which was about to run out of energy, struck Zhao Dayong hard.
"Ah..." A shrill and tragic sound suddenly sounded. Zhao Dayong drew a parabola in mid-air and flew more than a thousand meters in an instant. At this time, the Jian Mang Storm controlled by Bao Yi also ran out of energy, revealing the slow movement inside.
Slowly declining meaning.
As soon as Bao Yi fell to the ground, Long Hongfei and others rushed up and asked with concern: "Mr. Bao, are you okay?"
"It's okay!" Bao Yi shook his head, looked at Zhao Dayong in the distance, and laughed loudly, "The Zhao family master is indeed powerful. This attack took me twenty years to create. I didn't expect that the Zhao family master blocked it easily.
, you are truly worthy of being the head of the four major families, let’s come again.”
With a wave of the sharp sword in his hand, Bao Yi made an impact. Seeing this, Zhao Dayong's face changed drastically. At this time, his chest was hit by Bao Yi's sword storm. Although he retreated quickly, he was still hit by
After several sword strokes, the blood flowed out like free river water, and his face turned pale because of the injuries. How could he dare to continue fighting with Bao Yi.
"Bao Yi, just wait for me. You are just using the power of the sword. We are not done with this matter." The voice was still echoing in the air, and Zhao Dayong had turned into a phantom and flew away into the distance.
At this time, he felt very depressed. As the head of his four major families, in the past, he always took advantage of the equipment when fighting with others. Often relying on the advantages of the equipment, he could challenge by one or two stars.
Therefore, at that time, he suspected that Bao Yi was in Long Mansion, and he also knew that Bao Yi was the Three-Star Martial Emperor, but he was not worried at all. After all, such top-quality weapons as magic weapons were not available to casual cultivators. As for those who have declined here
In the Western Region, it is impossible for casual cultivators to have magical weapons.
But when he met Bao Yi, not only had he become a four-star martial arts king, but even a little-known family like the Long family could actually produce high-level magic weapons that even he didn't have.
"Damn it, who is this Long family? How can it have high-level magical weapons?" Zhao Dayong was extremely depressed. "Then Bao Yi also said, how could a casual cultivator have such terrifying combat skills? They are simply better than me, Zhao."
My fighting skills are even more powerful."
Seeing Zhao Dayong disappear into the distance, Bao Yi suddenly turned pale and staggered, as if he had lost all his strength.
Long Hongfei, who was next to him, flew forward, supported Bao Yi, and said urgently: "Mr. Bao, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, it's just that the fighting energy in the body has been exhausted." Bao Yi shook his head. Although he has been improving the spinning strike these days, the more advanced the combat skill, the more difficult it is to change it. For so long, it has been
There is no progress, and once it is used, the fighting energy in Kong's body will be completely consumed.