On the ground, a formation platform emerged, with a diameter of twelve feet. It was an ancient battle formation.
Feng Feiyun and Ling Donglai each stood on one side of the formation, facing each other in the air.
Both of them are the most outstanding talents of the new generation. They are often compared with each other. They are both idolized by young people all over the world.
Although Feng Feiyun had captured a third-grade peak spiritual weapon in his hand, Ling Donglai was still happy and fearless, saying, "Lord God King, please be careful. In a duel between geniuses, fists and feet are blind. If anything goes wrong, don't do it." What’s the point of complaining?”
"That's naturally the case, that's naturally the case." Feng Feiyun said with a smile,
Ling Donglai spread his hands, and seven swords and spiritual weapons flew out. Five of them were first-grade spiritual weapons, and two were second-grade spiritual weapons. The spirituality of the spiritual weapons was stimulated at the same time, and the spiritual light soared into the sky. rise,
Two black ancient swords, like two sharp dragons,
A purple iron ring is constantly expanding, contracting and changing,
A piece of bronze Zhan Ge, simple and grand,
A painting of a real person, outlining the spirit and graffiti of hundreds of ghosts,
A bone soldier with dense white bones and awe-inspiring evil aura. It is condensed with all kinds of magic and has countless totem beast marks.
A seven-cornered iron tower, only as big as a palm, stained with rust, with a blue light shining inside.
These seven spiritual weapons surrounded Ling Donglai's body, bursting out into seven groups of bright brilliance. The spiritual light was swallowed and exhaled, like seven little suns of different colors.
Some older monks at the level of half-step giants don't have any spiritual weapons, but Ling Donglai has mastered seven spiritual weapons. This shows that this man's luck is unparalleled.
Feng Feiyun did not use the Sky-Strengthening Stick. Although the Sky-Strengthening Stick was a top-notch third-grade spiritual weapon, Feng Feiyun had not yet refined it, so he was not very good at using it. He could not use five of the ten levels of power.
"Wow."
a white light,
Feng Feiyun took out a huge white stone sword, which was seven meters long. The blade was as wide as a door panel, like holding a half moon.
"Eh."
Feng Feiyun discovered that the giant white stone knife had opened a small hole, and there was a metallic brilliance flowing in the hole.
The stone material of the White Stone Giant Sword is extremely hard, comparable to a spiritual weapon. When did such a hole appear?
Feng Feiyun simply could not allow Feng Feiyun to carefully explore the mystery of the White Stone Giant Sword. Ling Donglai had already taken the lead in launching the attack. Seven spiritual weapons were fired at the same time. The combat power of the spiritual weapons was fully stimulated. There were different forms of "weapon spirits" "Hovering over the spiritual weapon,
Feng Feiyun stepped on the reincarnation speed, held the white stone giant sword, drew out the long sword energy, and then faced him,
"Bang."
Feng Feiyun's physique is powerful, and the tyranny of the immortal phoenix body is fully displayed. He shuttles between the spiritual weapons and resists the power of the spiritual weapons.
The light of the sword and the light of the spiritual weapon intertwined, and fierce battle sounds broke out.
Ling Donglai smiled coldly, Feng Feiyun was too trusting and actually wanted to use a sword to fight the spiritual weapon. In this case, I will send you on your way.
"boom."
Ling Donglai's control over the seven spiritual weapons had long ago reached the level of proficiency.
The brilliance of the seven spiritual weapons became more powerful, like seven stars in a row, formed into a string, and blasted towards Feng Feiyun,
"The fourth sword of "Dragon Emperor Sword Technique", Dragon Emperor Tyrant."
Feng Feiyun felt the murderous intention in Ling Donglai.
Within the body, the roars of alien beasts kept ringing, as if a wilderness was growing. A raging power was inspired from the blood and bones, and a knife cut a crack in every spiritual weapon.
"Crack."
The purple divine ring cracked a thin opening, and a faint spiritual light overflowed from it.
"How did the giant white stone sword become so sharp? It can actually cut open the holes in spiritual weapons." Feng Feiyun glanced slightly at the top of the giant white stone sword and found that there was another sharper mark on the blade. The big crack opened, and the brilliance of the metal inside became stronger.
The destruction of a spiritual weapon does not affect Ling Donglai's offensive.
Feng Feiyun also quickly calmed down and took action again. This sword was even more fierce. A big white dragon rushed out from the blade and split the second spiritual weapon into a crack.
"Pa." The same crisp sound came again,
The second spiritual weapon was damaged, the seven-cornered iron tower, with a small crack.
To refine spiritual weapons, all top-notch materials are used. The spiritual weapons are naturally harder and will not be damaged even if they are kept for thousands of years.
It is difficult for giants to destroy spiritual weapons,
Feng Feiyun is only at the third level of destiny, but he has broken the spiritual weapon twice in a row. Is his power really so strong?
Dong Lai naturally didn't believe that it was definitely the knife in his hand.
The monks in Guiyuan were also a little surprised. Two spiritual weapons were damaged in a row. Even if Donglai was lucky, he couldn't afford to hurt him. After all, these were spiritual weapons, not cabbage.
"What exactly is the soldier in Feng Feiyun's hand?"
"It's just a stone knife."
"On the blade of the stone knife, there are two dots of metallic brilliance faintly flashing, and something seems to be wrapped in the stone skin."
It would not be a strange thing for a giant-level figure to use his world-beating weapon to smash the spiritual weapon into pieces, but Feng Feiyun, holding a stone knife, could break the spiritual weapon into pieces. , this is no small matter,
How sharp is this?
This stone knife was obtained from the Wuliang Tower. It was originally in the hands of a stone man.
The female demon also escaped from the Infinite Tower. There was a faint trace of the influence of the stone knife in her mind. Her beautiful eyes were staring at the giant knife in Feng Feiyun's hand, showing a suspicious look, and she remembered a certain thing. thing,
"Shua, shua..."
Feng Feiyun's whole body was full of strength and filled with surging blood.
"The Dragon Emperor passes through the sun."
A white rainbow rushed out from the blade, dragging out a thick beam of light that shot straight into the sky.
"Ouch." The dragon roared,
The sword light flew down and struck the third spiritual weapon.
This is a real-life ancient scroll, made of turtle gold and black silk, which is a hundred times tougher than iron. There are images of hundreds of ghosts on it. It was torn open by a knife. "Poof", the ancient scroll was torn open, and the images of hundreds of ghosts on it melted one after another. For the green smoke to disappear with the wind,
The third spiritual weapon was completely useless, and even the weapon spirit in the ancient scroll was destroyed.
Ling Donglai also felt distressed. After all, it was a spiritual weapon. If placed in other immortal sects, it could be used as a treasure to suppress the sect and be passed down through the ages. However, under Feng Feiyun's knife, the spiritual weapon was like cabbage. One knife at a time,
"Uh-huh."
Ling Donglai took back the four spiritual weapons and two damaged spiritual weapons and circled them around his body,
Feng Feiyun stood up with his sword drawn, and with a majestic fighting spirit rising from his body, he laughed loudly and said: "You can also take a stab at me and try it."
Feng Feiyun's body shot up, holding the knife in both hands. There were battle souls of alien beasts wandering on his arms. The soul shadows rushed towards the blade, and a white rainbow of swords fell towards Ling Donglai's head. Ling Donglai He quickly took out six spiritual weapons and went to resist,
"Bang, bang, bang, bang."
Four spiritual weapons were directly chopped open by Feng Feiyun, split into two pieces, and fell to the ground like scrap metal.
Only the two black battle swords of the second-grade spiritual weapon level were not damaged, but their light was dim, and the formation seal was damaged by the sword light.
In an instant, five of the seven spiritual weapons that Ling came from the east were damaged, which was equivalent to the loss of a large amount of wealth.
Feng Feiyun didn't give him a chance to breathe, and took action again, the sword gleaming even more fiercely.
The moment Feng Feiyun raised the knife, he seemed to hear the sound of metal and stone hitting the blade, and it was also like the sound of waves crashing in the water. This was not the sound of the blade breaking through the wind at all.
Feng Feiyun's second sword fell, and the power became even more fierce.
Although Ling Donglai was surprised by the sharpness of the white stone giant sword, he was not panicked. He put the two black ancient swords into his sleeves and stretched out a palm. A thick black cloud condensed in his palm, wrapping it. all surrounding space,
The world around me becomes dark,
Among the black clouds, there is a huge rock, like a mountain peak, floating in the clouds.
"boom."
Feng Feiyun's sword did not hit Ling Donglai's body, but struck the mountain-like boulder. The fire was bright and the mountain was shaken violently.
The white stone giant sword made a "buzzing" sound, and a crack appeared on the blade.
Feng Feiyun's arm was also slightly numb. The force of the sword just now was blocked, as if it was struck on an iron mountain.
Back away quickly,
Ling Donglai had black clouds above his head and held the stone mountain in his hand, saying: "Feng Feiyun, this mountain peak was moved by me from the place where a real person was seated. The real person died in the mountain, and the Tao in his body invaded the soil and rocks. In the meantime, I spent a lot of effort to sacrifice this mountain peak and turn it into a war treasure. This mountain peak condenses all the Tao of a real person. Even if the knife in your hand can split the soul. Even if the weapon is used, it will never damage the mountain peak."
The place where the real person transforms into the Dao is a wonderful place that monks compete for.
But real people are very rare. It takes hundreds of years for one to be born. It is even more difficult to find a real person. It is like looking for gems in the sand. Only those with great luck can find that kind of thing. Cave Heaven Paradise,
Ling Donglai is a person with great luck,
Strong luck is also a skill, so Ling Donglai is invincible and can always encounter the ancient cave heaven and get things that others dream of.
The real person is transformed into a Taoist land and sacrificed to become a warrior. The power is extremely powerful, just like holding the bones of a real person to attack Feng Feiyun.
No wonder Ling Donglai felt confident. It turned out that he had such a valuable treasure in his hands.
"Boom."
The ancient formation at his feet was broken into pieces by the stone mountain in Ling Donglai's hand, just like broken glass. The real Taoist form above was lingering, and black air currents rushed out from the stone mountain before sinking again. ,
This is the remaining power of a real person, a wisp of black energy that can penetrate mountains and high mountains.
Feng Feiyun kept retreating, and from time to time he slashed out a knife, which collided with the stone mountain, bringing out pieces of stone debris.
The blade of the giant white stone sword in Feng Feiyun's hand is about to be ground to pieces. There are as many as seven cracks on the blade as wide as the door panel. There are wisps of golden brilliance flowing in the cracks, with strange lines, like some kind of The ancient brand rises and falls in the light,