"Although metal can defeat wood, let me see if your flying sword can defeat my wooden stick!" Ling Luoyu turned his hand, and a dark wooden stick appeared in his hand. Ling Luoyu raised the wooden stick and struck it.
Throw it at the flying sword Qing Ming.
There are no moves at all, and there are no other attributes attached to it. Even if Ling Luoyu wanted to add some Nine Yang True Fire power to it, he couldn't add it at all. The wooden stick was not only very hard, it could swallow up all kinds of fire power.
Even more terrifying.
It was just such a simple smash. If there was any difference, it was that his speed was extremely fast.
"Trying to use a wooden stick to block my flying sword Qingming, who is a middle-grade magic weapon, is just asking for death!" The old man surnamed Chen snorted, smiled contemptuously, squeezed the magic formula in his hand, and pointed at the flying sword Qingming.
Go, the flying sword Qing Ming suddenly shines brightly, and the speed becomes a little faster.
It can be said that the middle-aged man surnamed Chen has gone all out for this move without any reservation.
"Pu Chi!" The wooden stick came into contact with the flying sword Qing Ming and made a muffled sound, but it did not destroy anyone as the middle-aged man named Chen thought.
"How could this happen?" The middle-aged man surnamed Chen was shaken all over, and a few strands of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Even his figure suspended in mid-air seemed to be crumbling.
The flying sword Qingming, which he was proud of, was actually knocked dozens of feet away by the inconspicuous wooden stick in Ling Luoyu's hand, and fell to the ground with a "bang". The flying sword Qingming, which was originally full of light, was now
The entire sword body has become dull. Even if it has not been scrapped, it has been severely damaged. Repairing it again will not be completed in a year or two.
The middle-aged man surnamed Chen was not having a good time when his natal flying sword was injured. Under the blow, his trace of spiritual consciousness integrated into Qing Ming was scattered and disappeared without a trace. Although the strike
It was a flying sword that hit him, but because the flying sword Qing Ming carried his own spiritual consciousness, the stick hit the old man surnamed Chen in the heart.
"Die!" Without Qing Ming's restraint, the middle-aged man surnamed Chen paused on the spot. From a mere few hundred feet away, Ling Luoyu arrived in the blink of an eye. He jumped up high and struck Chen with a blow to the head.
The middle-aged man smashed it away.
"No!" The middle-aged man surnamed Chen shouted in surprise. He flipped his hand and a shining golden shield appeared out of thin air to meet the big stick that was coming.
This shield is a life-saving magic weapon for the middle-aged man surnamed Chen. Its grade is actually higher than that of the flying sword Qingming. It is a top-grade magic weapon. However, because this shield is only a purely defensive magic weapon and has no offensive surname at all.
The old man surnamed Chen chose Qingming instead of Qingming when he was choosing his natal magic weapon.
In these years of fighting, many times when his life was hanging by a thread, he had to rely on a shield to escape. This shield, the middle-aged man surnamed Chen, gave him a name, called Bupo. These hundreds of
Over the years, Bupo has never disappointed the middle-aged man named Chen, and indeed he has never been breached.
If it were purely physical strength, Ling Luoyu might be slightly stronger than Pan Wu. There was no way to estimate the strength of this stick.
This stick hit the shield of the middle-aged man surnamed Chen. He seemed to regard the shield as nothing and went straight through it. It was not broken, because at the moment when the wooden stick was about to touch the shield, it seemed as if
As if breaking through the shackles of space, he appeared on the other side of the shield strangely.
"My life is at stake!" The middle-aged man surnamed Chen stared at this strange scene in stunned silence. Then his vision went black and his whole body was smashed into a pulp by the stick.
"This wooden stick is really a good thing! It just so happens that I still lack a handy weapon, so I will use it from now on!" Although Ling Luoyu knew that this wooden stick was indeed mysterious, he did not expect to use it to hit people.
It turned out to be so powerful, and I couldn't help but feel ecstatic when I saw it.
"It's just a pity. Since the last time I entered that mysterious space, I have entered it a few times, but it is always empty and there is nothing left!" Ling Luoyu gently touched the mysterious wooden stick and said softly.
Sighed lightly.
After sweeping away the middle-aged man surnamed Chen who had already died and could no longer die, Ling Luoyu put away the storage utensils on him, the mirror, and the flying sword Qingming, and flew out towards Pan Wu.
There were just a few disciples of the Red Flame Sect in the Dan and Jin Dan stages. In the hands of Pan Wu, who was in the middle Nascent Soul stage, they had no power to fight back! In addition, Ling Luoyu was trapped in the net that he had sacrificed earlier.
Several people, including the disciples of the Red Flame Sect, had trouble even escaping, and were quickly slaughtered by Pan Wu.
"Master, where are we going next?" Pan Wu asked Ling Luoyu excitedly after packing up his trophies.
"Kill two middle-stage Nascent Soul monks! This Scarlet Flame Sect will never give up. They will either not come. If someone comes again, they will definitely be monks higher than those in the middle-stage Nascent Soul stage. They may even be monks in the clutch stage. Absolutely
Don't be too petty! If it weren't for the map of Mu Country, perhaps retreating would be our best choice now!" Ling Luoyu sighed, and said worriedly: "For the sake of today, we'd better go back to Qingxi Town first.
, let’s see what news there is about Chen Junlong!”
"Close-and-joining monk? If the next one is really a clutch-level monk, it will be extremely difficult for us to win!" Pan Wu nodded, thinking that it would be extremely difficult for him to deal with the mid-stage Nascent Soul monks at the same level, and he couldn't help but gasp.
A breath of air conditioning.
"Let's go!"
Ling Luoyu and the two shot straight into the sky, turning into two rays of green and red light and shooting towards Qingxi Town!
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Xiliang County, Valley of Death, Red Flame Sect Hall.
Hong Mantang frowned and sat upright at the head of the hall. He glanced at the senior officials of the Scarlet Flame Sect on both sides and said, "Everyone must know about Junior Brother Chen and Junior Sister Sun. I can't think of dealing with just two of them."
Even I, the elder of the Chiyan Sect, have lost two foreign cultivators, what do you think?"
At the moment when the middle-aged man surnamed Chen and Sun Sanniang died, Hong Mantang immediately knew the news that they had lost their lives because of the ever-burning lantern. Perhaps, Hong Mantang could ignore the death of ordinary disciples in the Danjie stage.
, but the ones who died were two junior brothers and sisters who were in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, so Hong Mantang had to pay attention to it.
An old man in a yellow shirt stood up, slightly clasped his fists, and said: "Master, as far as I know, because of the spirit-gathering barrier, the cultivation level of the monks in other places is far inferior to that of our Daqin, even the golden elixir stage monks
There are very few of them. The two mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators from the Chiyan Sect who can kill me are definitely not ordinary people! Is there something fishy in it? Master, it’s better to be cautious! But don’t let others defeat each other!"
"Senior Brother Wang, don't forget that except for our Da Qin, the overseas monks are not affected by the spirit gathering barrier at all. I heard that those two monks came from the sea, maybe they are from overseas? In our Red Flame Sect
How can we tolerate the people who kill my Scarlet Flame Sect within the scope of this matter! I think the leader should kill one and respect a hundred. We must not let the people of the world underestimate our Scarlet Yan Sect!" The one who spoke was a boy with a crane hair.
The old man glanced contemptuously at the old man in yellow shirt, and the eyes of the old man with white hair and childlike face flashed fiercely.
"I think Senior Brother Wang is right!"
"Wrong, I think we should still listen to Senior Brother Tong..."
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That Senior Brother Tong was the old man with gray hair and childish face. The people in the hall were divided into two groups. One group supported Senior Brother Tong and resolutely killed the two foreign monks. The other group supported Senior Brother Wang and believed that the most important thing to do was to take action first.
That secret key is the truth.
"Please give me a clear warning, Master!" Although the two factions kept arguing, the final decision was still in Hong Mantang's hands.
"The opponent's cultivation strength is unknown. He can kill Junior Brother Chen and Junior Sister Sun. Those two foreign monks are at least in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. If you want to kill them, even if they are late Yuanying monks, the possibility of taking action is very small. The only way is to send out
It is only possible for monks at the clutch stage or above! But everyone knows how many monks we have in the entire Chiyan Sect above the clutch stage. If someone really can plot us behind the scenes, it will be a bit outweighed by the gain. In addition, the current situation is
In such a troubled time, we don’t want to cause any accidents, so let the two foreign monks let him relax for a while!" Hong Mantang pondered for a while, and then said slowly.
"But Master, if this is really the case, where is the majesty of our Red Flame Sect? Everyone in the world will think that we are afraid of those two foreign monks!" Senior Brother Tong seemed to be very dissatisfied with Hong Mantang's decision and retorted on the spot.
"Bold! You dare to disobey the master's order, but you still remember the rules..."
"Since the leader has made such a decision, Tong can only obey the order!" Such a big hat was placed on the head of Senior Brother Tong, and he could only shake his head and step aside.
"Okay, let's decide like this. It's only right to think about how to get the key to the secret first. If you want to deal with those two foreign monks, you will have plenty of time in the future!" Hong Mantang swept away everyone in the audience majestically,
He snorted coldly. Obviously, he was a little dissatisfied with his decision being refuted on the spot.
"If you don't have anything else to do, just retreat first! Take care of the matters in your hands first. I am determined to get the secret key, and I will never allow the slightest mistake!" After waving his hand, Hong Mantang said coldly.