The curved blade of the euphorbia cut through two long blue curved lights.
The wind attribute is a relatively rare spiritual attribute. Human spiritual warriors who have cultivated wind-attributed spirits, as well as people from the spirit race, possess speeds that other spiritual attributes cannot match, and extremely sharp offensive attacks.
The wind-attributed linggang is so sharp that it is naturally not comparable to other spiritual-attributed lingangs.
Neither Feng Tong nor Dazhu used powerful spiritual techniques, because for a challenge like theirs, only by facing each other directly, competing in cultivation, and competing in strength can they achieve the greatest momentum.
The Ling Gang slashed down, like two sharp scimitars, but was swallowed up by the strong green blood fire that surged from the war hammer on the big pillar. The war hammer blasted fiercely and immediately turned it into pieces of green light.
But Feng Tong's real blow finally came at this time.
The sharp blade of the euphorbia was like an extremely agile poisonous snake. The light and shadow trembled, covering the big pillar as its head, and it was coming straight at it. The big pillar had no way to avoid it, so it had to be fierce.
This blow fell in Xuanhe's eyes, and it already had some firepower of the flicking method in the gun path. After all, the two weapons, the halberd and the gun, have something in common, but they are just
The spear is more capable of stabbing, stabbing, and shaking the enemy with great force, while the halberd is more capable of chopping.
And Dazhu never thought of giving way.
The long handle of the warhammer was as long as his body. The heavy warhammer, in the hands of the big pillar, seemed to be as light and nimble as it was heavy. It was suddenly lifted upwards, like a light long sword, meeting the big halberd's head beautifully.
Sharp center.
Choking! There was a violent symphony, and Feng Tong came down with his halberd. He had a huge advantage, but he still couldn't withstand the inhuman strength of the big pillar. It flew backwards violently, and the light and shadow of the halberd was also distorted by the bombardment.
Rewind.
The big pillar tiger roared, continued to rise up, and swung its war hammer relentlessly to pursue it.
Feng Tong flew backwards, but a wonderful light bloomed in his eyes.
A green light suddenly shot out from the blue pupil standing between his brows, and with a roar, a foot-long blue bird flew out, opened its sharp beak, and fiercely grabbed and killed with a pair of three-toed claws!
Dazhuli was suddenly attacked, but he did not panic at all. Instead, he grinned and sneered: "True God Blue Bird, if it had been used by Feng Shenzi, who was famous in the Gale Tribe back then, your grandpa Dazhuli would definitely turn around and run away, but you..."
He thought in his heart, but without any hesitation in his movements, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a ball of rich green light, which seemed to be a ball of thick green blood, about the size of a fist. It exploded and turned into a piece of blue light, which immediately
The True God Blue Bird is wrapped in it.
The big pillar swung the war hammer, swiped the hammer, and the green light exploded, and the True God Blue Bird was naturally blasted to pieces.
Seeing that the attack was a failure, Feng Tong simply ran away. The big halberd swept over him and he retreated violently.
Dazhu laughed loudly: "Haha, what about the third spiritual servant? You can't leave!"
This guy was so fierce, he even spread his left hand, spread his five fingers, and five green flames rushed out, immediately forming a big hand, which seemed to be an extension of his arm, and grabbed the euphorbia that rarely came over!
With a roar and a roar, winds flew up from the big halberd, violently strangling the big green fire hand that was grabbed. No matter how powerful the big pillar was, it could not withstand it, and the big green fire hand was quickly dissipated by the wind.
Feng Tong would naturally not be willing to let go of his inherited spiritual weapon, nor would he allow such a thing to happen, so he stopped his retreating figure for a moment. However, just this moment of delay was enough!
The war hammer swung up in a vague arc, fell from the sky, and hit the big halberd held by Qing Huo's big hand violently!
The big green fire hand was finally twisted away, and Feng Tong, who had the same mind and spirit as the euphorbia, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
On top of the big halberd, there seemed to be a faint cyan light and shadow in the shape of a big halberd. It was the weapon spirit among the inherited spiritual weapons. It withstood the heavy blow of the big pillar like a mountain, and was immediately shaken.
, almost dissipated.
The moment the spurge weapon spirit dissipated, Feng Tong suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood on the spurge. It suddenly condensed and turned into a giant spirit like a big man hiding high, rising from the spurge, opening its mouth.
Roaring, he hugged the big halberd suddenly, and even escaped Feng Tong's control for a moment, and swung the big halberd horizontally!
The big pillar's eyes suddenly changed, but he hit the war hammer with another blow, three times in a row, and chased after him!
The giant spirit hugged the big halberd and used the big halberd to withstand two blows in succession. The curved blades on both sides of the big halberd were deflected by the war hammers of the big pillars, but the last blow was directly hit.
On the giant spirit.
The giant spirit roared, and finally dissipated, turning into dots of light and shadow, and then threw them towards the big halberd.
But the big pillar opened his hands and grabbed it again, just like he did during the Great Falls battle, wanting to collect a weapon spirit so that he could recast a legacy spirit weapon in the future.
This is the biggest helplessness of a race like the Spirit Tribe, which claims to be the descendants of gods. They have powerful spiritual weapons passed down by their blood descendants, but they cannot create spiritual weapons. This limits the powerful spirits among the Spirit Tribe.
number of persons.
Even if people from the Spirit Race are born with the ability to practice spiritual arts and their bodies are strong enough, spiritual weapons are always a powerful extension of powerful strength. Without spiritual weapons, it means losing the opportunity.
Blood almost burst out from Feng Tong's eyes in an instant. He roared fiercely and pounced, grabbing the big halberd desperately and trying to escape.
Either let him escape, or deal with Feng Tong's almost desperate blow.
Dazhu decisively chose the former.
Feng Tong took back the big halberd, laughed miserably, and the green armor all over his body exploded, turning into a piece of green light to block in front of him, but he got the opportunity and immediately retreated.
"Green Fire Pillar, you win!"
With a roar, the big pillar fell to the ground. The green blood flames all over his body were gone. He leaned his warhammer on the ground and said proudly: "Fengtong, you just go to Huoyunchuan and report to the patriarch. Just say that it was me, the big pillar, who knocked you down."
Got it!"
A fierce challenge came to an end. Sure enough, Dazhu, the strong man, defeated the third spiritual servant of the Gale tribe of the Gale tribe. No hair put away the flame curtain, and Xuanhe and others surrounded him.
"Haha, Brother Zhuzhu, if I had known that this guy was so bad, I would have just let me challenge him." The Green Fire Qiu Lion said with a strange smile.
Dashan slapped him on the back of the head: "You're the one who wants to win? Brother Zhuzhu got angry after losing the challenge and asked you to dig rocks!"
"Digging out rocks" seemed to be a very scary thing. The green fire lion shrank its head and smiled, revealing its uneven gums.
Feng Tong also fell down. In addition to the livid color on his face, there was also a trace of flushing. He forced himself to suppress it, and it turned into a pale color after injury.
"Green Fire Pillar, your challenge has been won. According to the rules of our spirit clan, you can make a request." Feng Tong gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice.
But Dazhu waved his hand and said, "My request can only be discussed after we return to Huoyunchuan."
"Okay!" Feng Tong's eyebrows lit up, and the euphorbia was retracted, "We'll see you in Huo Yunchuan!"
Feng Tong suddenly jumped back and flew onto the green spirit boat. He pointed his hand and said: "Boat, go to Huoyun River!"
The green spirit boat shook violently, crashed through the dense forest, suddenly rose into the sky, and then sped towards the northwest.
The Green Fire Lion jumped violently and shouted: "Feng! Keep that woman! That is Junior Brother Dandan's woman!"
Xuanhe's face turned dark and he quickly denied: "That woman has nothing to do with me!"
The green fire lion, Dashan, Ershan and other beast-skin men all laughed. It seems that there is a kind of "wretched" feeling in the world that lingers in the hearts of all male creatures. It is the same and cannot be changed.
Dandan held his arm and fanned the flames: "According to the rules of our spiritual tribe, she is your prisoner, and of course she is yours, hehe, hehe."
I don't know when she had already taken out another big peach and started to nibble on it. Xuanhe really wanted to ask her when she would finish the peach hidden in the storage bag.
However, the green spirit boat turned into a ray of blue light and disappeared into the sky in an instant. After all, it did not send back a enchanting and beautiful female human spirit warrior.
Dazhu put away the war hammer, and in the blink of an eye, he changed his expression, and said to Dandan with a smile: "Dandan, you have found everything you want, and this adult fierce tiger, I and
It took a lot of effort for Ershan to clean it up!"
Dandan cheered, reached out and took out her storage bag from her arms, and after clicking it all, she found the iron pot, wooden basin, etc., and shouted happily: "Big pillar, this place is not far from the Chacha River.
It’s more than five hundred miles away, so hurry up and clean this up.”
She grabbed a jade lotus-like fungus from Ershan's hand and sniffed it gently at the end of her nose. A faint fragrance penetrated her heart and spleen. She couldn't help but said intoxicatedly: "I want to play rabbit with the green lingxiang fungus and the green pupil."
The stewed broth, um, the wings of the Golden Pheasant are the most fragrant when roasted, um, what a big sword-backed porcupine..."
She pointed to the violent violent bear lying on the ground and said: "I chopped off the bear's paws and gave the blood essence to my junior brother. Well, he needs a lot of nourishment, a lot of nourishment..."
Xuanhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but the big pillar responded, stretched out his hand and lifted up the blood-red violent bear, which was about one foot tall and whose head had been beaten to pieces. It was obvious that the crystal core of the spirit beast had been dug out.
Just like a pheasant.
Dazhu asked: "Dandan, is there a stone bowl?"
Dandan smiled brightly and took out another not-exquisite but very unique pottery bowl from the storage bag.
Dazhu smiled and said: "The bag that the old man gave you is indeed powerful. It is more effective than the void crystals of our Eldar race. Hey, is this human pottery? It is indeed much better than bowls made of stone."
While Dazhu was speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand and thrust it directly into the heart of the bloody violent bear!
A huge heart was directly dug out by him!
A blood arrow shot out from the heart of the bloody violent bear, and was quickly caught by the big pillar in a pottery bowl.
"Here, here you go!"
The big pillar handed a pottery bowl filled with blood that seemed to be boiling and rolling, with even traces of blood-colored flames rising, to Xuan He's face.
Including Dashan, Ershan and the Qinghuo Lion, they all stared at him with blazing eyes, as if they were waiting for him to refuse, and then immediately snatched the bowl of fierce blood and drank it themselves!