No wonder the opponent looked so confident, it turned out that he actually had a real spiritual defensive magic weapon and a magic weapon that could destroy the opponent's magic weapon!
Moreover, the identity of this skinny old man with a pale green face is still higher than that of the gray-clothed Zhoutian Realm monk. It is obvious that he is also a Zhoutian Realm monk.
As Tie Ce's sallow-faced Zhou Tianjing monk looked at the Yuehua Wheel in his hand, his expression changed greatly. At the same time, the skinny old man's side, who did not have to worry about defense under the cover of the yellow umbrella, also used their magic weapons one after another.
, and attacked Tie Ce and the five men.
The Zhou Tian Realm monk in gray clothes that Wei Suo had seen at the market in the north of the city actually offered a complete set of magical weapons. When he sacrificed his magical weapons, they looked like a set of fish bones, but after one sacrifice,
When it came out, it turned into dozens of white lights and struck towards Tie Ce and the five others.
The other three monks each offered a shining silver seal, a cyan wooden fish, and a small ax shining with yellow light.
As soon as these four magic weapons were sacrificed, the two thick thunder shields the size of door panels used by the monks in linen were instantly torn into pieces like pieces of paper. The two clouds of yellow mist hovering in front of the five people on Tie Ce's side suddenly merged together.
, forming a yellow earth wall about ten feet thick. Four magic weapons hit the earth wall, causing yellow dust to fly, but it was blocked abruptly.
But the short black-robed monk who cast this spell obviously turned pale and swallowed two Qi Rejuvenation Pills. It was obvious that it was almost impossible for him to cast this extremely defensive spell once.
It will consume all the true energy in his body.
"Nangong Yuqing!"
Seeing that his side was completely at a disadvantage, the sallow-faced Zhou Tianjing monk headed by Tie Ce gritted his teeth, made up his mind, shouted at Nangong Yuqing, and at the same time shook his hand and shot a dark golden bead.
, hitting the yellow umbrella hanging over the heads of the five opponents.
There was a sneer in the eyes of the skinny old man, as if he thought it was impossible for the other party to break through his spiritual defense magic weapon, but when he saw the dark golden bead hitting the yellow umbrella, it suddenly and silently
It exploded and turned into a dazzling dark golden light.
In the eyes of the skinny old man who suddenly became horrified, his yellow umbrella actually melted silently in the dark golden light, and most of the umbrella surface was turned into ashes.
At the same time as the sallow-faced Zhou Tianjing monk shouted sharply, Nangong Yuqing understood it and suddenly activated the fragment of her magic weapon.
At the same time that the yellow umbrella was defeated, the blue light transformed from the fragments of her magic weapon passed through without any hindrance, and was in front of the skinny old man in an instant.
Seeing that the skinny old man was about to be killed by the fragment of Nangong Yuqing's magic weapon, a bright yellow bronze mirror flashed out from his chest. With a "dang" sound, a hole was punched out of the bronze mirror.
The spiritual energy dissipated and fell, but this resistance also made the skinny old man step aside. The blue light that was supposed to pass through his forehead actually cut off a piece of his ear with a hiss.
"Ah!" The skinny old man screamed and covered his wounds in shock. But the faces of the five people on Nangong Yuqing's side also completely changed.
The dark golden bead belonging to the sallow-faced young Zhou Tianjing monk and the fragment of Nangong Yuqing's magic weapon were already the most valuable items on their side. However, the attack the two of them aimed at the skinny old man only caused him slight injuries.
Wounded, unable to kill it.
"retreat!"
A piercing voice came from the mouth of the sallow-faced Zhou Tianjing young monk. As the two thick thunder shields like door panels flashed again, all five people from Tie Ce rushed into the corridor behind them, and the black-clothed monk's hands were full of yellow energy.
With constant use, it turned into balls of loess that kept piling up, seeming to seal off all the corridors behind them.
"I'm hurt and I want to leave! Come back to me!"
But at this moment, the skinny old man, who had just recovered from the joint blow from the sallow-faced Zhou Tianjing young monk and Nangong Yuqing, roared loudly. The white gourd turned out to be loess that had never closed suddenly.
It passed through the gap and shot to the rear of the five people. With a hiss, a large cloud of black water spurted out.
The expressions on the faces of the five members of Tie Ce all changed drastically. They suddenly paused, and with a loud bang, they were forced by the large amount of black water to break through the earthen wall they had built and retreated back.
The five people chasing from the skinny old man's side formed a semicircle and surrounded Tie Ce's five people. Just as Tie Ce's five people were in shock, they were casting spells to resist the spells and magic weapons that the five people from the skinny old man's side immediately sent out.
However, the monk in white quietly appeared in the corridor behind the five people without making any sound.
This young monk in white clothes was handsome with red lips and white teeth, but he was extremely sinister. When he appeared like a ghost, a cloud of white mist appeared on his white cassock, cutting off all his aura and mana fluctuations.
As soon as he appeared, he winked at the thin old man who had one of his ears cut off in the distance, and secretly took out a transparent ice-like magic weapon from his arms.
"Let you see my other spiritual weapon!"
The skinny old man seemed to have known that this monk in white would appear for a long time. He yelled bluffingly, attracting all the attention of the five Tie Ce people, and at the same time, he was waiting for the young monk in white who secretly outflanked him from behind to take action.
The old man knew very well that this white-clothed monk was also a first-level Zhoutian Realm monk whose cultivation level was almost the same as his own. Moreover, this man also had several powerful magical weapons, and his strength was not inferior to his own.
In his opinion, at least two to three people would be killed this time.
But what made him feel like he had seen a ghost was that he was bluffing and yelling, saying that he still had a spiritual magic weapon, which attracted all the attention of the five opponents. Now was the best time for the monk in white to launch a sneak attack.
, but the monk in white actually stood there stunned and did not take action.
"Did you really become an idiot just because you were wearing white clothes?" The skinny old man's nose, which had already had one ear cut off, was almost crooked with anger.
But at this time, the monk in white clothes sneaking up from behind also felt that he had really seen a ghost.
The monk in white had also seen the bodies of Liu Sanpao and "Han Yingyan" before, but just when he was about to take action, he saw in disbelief that the body of Han Yingyan, who was now behind the skinny old man and others,
However, the corpse got up very nimbly and waved towards him.
Just when he was stunned, there was a whimper, and a black skull and a black light shot out from the hands of this extremely agile man who got up, and suddenly rushed to the skinny old man who had not had time to react.
.
Nangong Yuqing and others were also dumbfounded as they watched a corpse suddenly get up nimbly and attack the skinny old man.
Before she and Tie Ce and the other four could realize what was going on, the skinny old man's head had been cut off by the black light. At the same time, the skinny old man's body was also cut off by a terrifying and ferocious black skull.
He was beaten until he fell to the ground.
"Who!"
Just as the gray-clothed monks and others were all chilling, desperately casting defensive weapons, and turning around, the man who killed the skinny old man in a sneak attack had already slid more than ten feet to the right behind him, and at the same time,
Very quickly, he released two mysterious ghost shields to block his front, and shouted loudly: "Nangong Yuqing, be careful there is a sneaky pretty boy behind you to attack you!"
"It's you!"
Nangong Yuqing and the monk in gray screamed almost at the same time. One was excited, but the other was horrified, as if he had truly seen a ghost.
With a "chi" sound, just as Wei Suo yelled, the white-clothed monk reacted and sprayed out a burst of extremely cold air from the ice-like magic weapon in his hand, which suddenly hit the sallow-faced man.
The Zhou Tianjing monks, the short monks in black clothes, and the monks in linen clothes were all frozen in a piece of solid ice.
At the same time, a gleaming black cone-like magic weapon appeared in his hand.
This insidious monk in white seemed to have figured out that only these three people on Nangong Yuqing's side had stronger defenses, so he restrained these three people first, and then used a magical weapon with powerful attack power to assassinate them.
But what made the white-clothed monk's hair freeze and almost wet his pants with fear was that he suddenly saw a shirtless Feng Lingyan not far from him, looking at him with bulging eyes.
"Why is there suddenly a wind spirit here?"
The monk in white screamed, and the black cone-like magic weapon in his hand suddenly hit Feng Lingjian not far away, and at the same time he hurriedly pulled out a small white shield.
There was a moment of relief, and with a click, the solid ice was broken by a ball of fire from Liu Wu, and the sallow-faced Zhou Tianjing monks and others escaped from the trap.
However, Feng Linghuan, who was penetrated by the black light cone, remained motionless, staring at the white-clothed monk with bulging eyes.
"Holy crap! It's fake!"
The monk in white clothes was so frightened that his pants almost got wet, and he finally reacted.
"Were Zixiao Sanren and the others killed by you too?" The gray-clothed Zhou Tian realm monk looked at Wei Suo with a gloomy face and said in a cold voice. It turned out that Wei Suo was obviously just a low-level monk in the Divine Sea realm.
It was not in his eyes at all, but he had just killed a skinny old man who was more powerful than him under his nose just now, and the Zixiao Sanren who was more powerful than him before seemed to have died in his hands.
Now, a chill was welling up in his heart, but for a moment he was afraid to take action against Wei Suo.
"I killed a lot of people today, and I'm a little confused." Wei Suo nervously held the Yin Phosphorus Bone Sword in his hand, but shook his head in a very pretentious manner and said, "What you're talking about is
The old man in purple robe that I killed by the pool, or the guy in yellow clothes that I just killed outside that you met at the market in the north of the city?"
"What, even Wendao Pavilion was killed by him!"
Of course, the monks in gray clothes and others did not know that Wei Suo was deliberately bragging. When they heard that the monks in yellow clothes had been killed by Wei Suo, their faces suddenly changed. They looked at Wei Suo as if they had really seen him.