The woman named Sun Sanniang gave a sweet shout, a yellow light came out of her hand, and she quickly backed away.
The yellow light flew straight up into the air, and turned into a delicate and compact mirror.
As Sun Sanniang retreated quickly, she squeezed the magic formula and pointed lightly at the small yellow mirror. The surface of the mirror suddenly burst into light. Several white rays of light as thick as the mouth of a bowl shot straight out from the mirror and towards the disk.
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Pan Wu's body was so powerful, and he was wearing defensive armor that Ling Luoyu had specially refined for him. Adding the two together, the defense power was even more terrifying. Ordinary magic weapons were not in his eyes at all.
Seeing the white light coming towards him, he remained unchanged and faced the white rays of light without dodging or dodging.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise.
Pan Wu had just come into contact with those white rays of light, and it was definitely not good, but it was too late to dodge them all. Although the rhinoceros horn shadow above Pan Wu's head scattered a few of those white rays of light, there was still a chance.
A white ray of light struck Pan Wu's body.
The white light actually contained a hint of spiritual attack. As soon as he came into contact with the white light, Pan Wu felt that he was in a trance, and then he was smashed into the ground by an extremely powerful force.
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Fortunately, Pan Wu had thick skin and thick flesh. Although he suffered a small loss due to underestimating the enemy, it did not cause any serious harm to him. Pan Wu jumped up, roared, and rushed towards Sun Sanniang again.
"Magic weapon! This mirror can knock down Pan Wu. It is definitely not an ordinary magic weapon!" Ling Luoyu has admired the reputation of magic weapons for a long time, but he has never seen a real magic weapon, but he is sure.
The mirror in front of you is definitely a real magic weapon.
Frowning, Ling Luoyu's figure flashed slightly, blending into the wind and disappearing. He was only a hair away from the completion of the second meridian. In addition to fire, Ling Luoyu now has a much deeper understanding of wind.
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Pan Wu's figure sped up a lot, but it was a pity that Sun Sanniang never came into direct contact with Pan Wu. There seemed to be endless magic weapons on her body. Whenever Pan Wu wanted to catch up with her, she would always be confused because of
The sudden appearance of various magic weapons and artifacts widened the distance between him and Sun Sanniang.
Fortunately, except for the small mirror, most of Sun Sanniang's possessions were just magic weapons. Although it hindered Pan Wu's pursuit to a certain extent, it was difficult for her to hurt Pan Wu.
"Sanniang, don't panic! I'm here to help you!" With a loud shout, a green light flew towards Pan Wu and slashed towards him.
The power of this green light is overwhelming. Just by looking at the momentum, you know that it is definitely not an ordinary magic weapon, and it is even a magic weapon more powerful than that mirror.
This green light was actually a flying sword with flowing light all over its body. It was obviously the magic weapon of the middle-aged man surnamed Chen who tried to escape from the beginning.
"Brother Chen's Qing Ming is unsheathed, let's see how long this monster can last!" Looking at Pan Wu who was forced to flee by the flying sword Qing Ming in an instant, Sun Sanniang snorted coldly, and the mirror came out again,
Sun Sanniang was about to use the magic formula to use the magical power of the precious mirror.
Suddenly, Sun Sanniang felt something was wrong, and she opened her eyes and looked towards where Ling Luoyu was.
"Not good!" Just now, he was only paying attention to the demon cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and actually ignored the monk in the golden elixir stage. It would be a bit bad if he hides in the dark and makes a sudden attack. With the cultivation level of that monk, he can definitely
pose a threat to yourself.
"die!"
A roar like thunder suddenly sounded in Sun Sanniang's ears. Although Sun Sanniang had been prepared for it, she was still slightly startled by it.
How can there be any distraction when facing a master? Although Ling Luoyu is only in the late stage of Jindan, in terms of real combat power, he is not inferior to Panwu who is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Although Ling Luoyu does not have any suitable magic weapons and supernatural powers, but Guang Luoyu
The physical strength alone is enough to easily kill ordinary Yuanying stage monks. In the case of a sneak attack, even late Yuanying stage monks may not be able to survive.
Sun Sanniang had just reacted and was about to get out of the way. All her strength suddenly seemed to drain away. She lowered her head and looked at the fist wrapped in blazing flames coming out of her chest. Sun Sanniang's eyesight went dark and she fell down with a loud sound.
"The physical defense of human monks is weak. Compared with demon cultivators, it is far behind. My fist with the power of Nine Suns True Fire cannot even be resisted by the demon cultivator's body in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, let alone
You!" Ling Luoyu's fist not only punched Sun Sanniang through, but even Sun Sanniang's Nascent Soul was burned to ashes by the power of the Nine Yang True Fire.
Looking contemptuously at the fallen Sun Sanniang, Ling Luoyu stood up, grabbed the mirror in his hand, and put it into the ring.
"Sanniang!"
"Master! Master!" shouted several angrily, it was the middle-aged man surnamed Chen who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul and the few disciples of the Red Flame Sect who had just arrived here and were only in the Golden Dan stage.
As soon as the middle-aged man surnamed Chen moved his hand, Qing Ming, the flying sword, gave up pursuing Pan Wu and instead attacked Ling Luoyu.
Ling Luoyu smiled softly, and in a flash, he avoided the frontal attack of the flying sword, and instead went towards the disciples of the Scarlet Flame Sect who had just arrived.
There were still dozens of feet away from the disciples of the Scarlet Flame Sect. Ling Luoyu waved his hand, and a silvery white light flashed, turning into a giant net and covering the disciples of the Scarlet Flame Sect. It was that
The Tianluo Net was re-refined by Ling Luoyu.
After being re-refined by Ling Luoyu, this Tianluo Net has only been upgraded to one level and is only an upper-level magic weapon. However, the traces of flames mixed in the Tianluo Net will cause even an average Golden Core Stage cultivator to suffer a big loss if they are not careful.
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"Pan Wu, I'll leave these people to you. I'll go meet the Nascent Soul Stage monk!" Ling Luoyu shouted at Pan Wu. With Pan Wu here, someone can escape from the heavenly net.
The calamity will never escape Pan Wu's grasp.
Ling Luoyu turned into a red light and fled towards the middle-aged man surnamed Chen, while the flying sword Qing Ming, as if it had a spirit, was just chasing Ling Luoyu.
Sun Sanniang was punched to death by Ling Luoyu. This scene was seen by the middle-aged man named Chen. If he had despised Ling Luoyu at the beginning, now he is extremely scrupulous about Ling Luoyu and would never dare to
Let Ling Luoyu get close to him.
Ling Luoyu chased him, but he retreated.
The faster Ling Luoyu chased, the faster he retreated.
Feijian Qingming is the natal magic weapon of the middle-aged man named Chen. It took him a hundred years to refine a middle-grade magic weapon. Of course, the so-called natal magic weapon can be moved at will, and it is more powerful than ordinary magic weapons.
It is also a bit more powerful, but if your natal magic weapon is hurt, you will also be seriously injured. This may be the only drawback of being a natal magic weapon. After all, the natal magic weapon contains a trace of your own spiritual consciousness.
Ling Luoyu was very wary of Qing Ming's flying sword and did not dare to attack him head-on. Because he also tried to use his strong defensive power to resist Qing Ming's attack. As a result, the flying sword had not yet come close, but only the overflowing force.
The sword energy easily cut through the middle-grade magic weapon-level armor on his body. If Ling Luoyu hadn't retreated quickly, he might have been injured at that time.
"Damn Feijian!" Ling Luoyu cursed secretly. If it weren't for the obstruction of Qingming, the flying sword, he might have caught up with the middle-aged man named Chen.
If he could get up close and personal with the middle-aged man surnamed Chen, Ling Luoyu would be at least eight percent sure that he could kill him.
"It would be great if I could have a better magic weapon that could wrap around this flying sword!" Thinking of the magic weapon, Ling Luoyu's eyes suddenly lit up because he suddenly remembered something in his storage ring.