Chapter seven hundred and seventy first deliberate
"Hmph, a mere foundation-building monk with a powerful talisman, how can he fight back against the sky even if Huang is on guard?"
The Yin Yu old man surnamed Huang did not take the monk surnamed Lin's words to heart. He snorted lightly and continued to approach Qin Fengming without stopping.
When the old man surnamed Liu saw this, his eyes flashed with coldness, but he did not say anything to stop him.
Facing the nine monks in the late stage of becoming an elixir, an ordinary monk at the peak of foundation building might be too weak to be self-sufficient at this time. Just the powerful spiritual pressure of the nine monks in the late stage of becoming an elixir may make the foundation-building monk
Monk Ji completely surrendered and could hardly raise the slightest intention to resist.
Although Qin Fengming acted extremely frightened at this time and his face was bloodless. However, he was not less afraid of the overwhelming pressure of so many Chengdan monks.
Qin Fengming's spiritual power at this time is so powerful that it is comparable to that of a monk in the late stage of becoming an elixir. If we only talk about his spiritual power, Qin Fengming is basically at the same level as the nine people in front of him.
Seeing an old man with a gloomy face approaching, Qin Fengming became even more frightened, and his legs were shaking. It seemed that he might collapse to the ground at any time.
"Senior...Senior, wait a minute, I'm...I'm...Junior has something to say."
"Humph, if you have any words, you can tell me as soon as I capture you."
After hearing Qin Fengming's pleading words, the old man surnamed Huang showed an indifferent expression. He did not stop at all and continued to approach Qin Fengming.
Although the words of the old man surnamed Huang were very disdainful, his heart was extremely cautious. The fact that two monks of the same rank in Xueyu Mountain could praise the young monk in front of him so highly showed that he must have some tricks.
The old man named Huang was already less than a hundred feet away from Qin Fengming. Although he didn't move very fast, it didn't take long to reach less than fifty feet away from Qin Fengming.
Above this distance, it is the best distance for the foundation-building monks to fight. But for the alchemy monks, it seems too close.
A foundation-building monk can only turn his spiritual weapon into something five to six feet in size. But the magic weapon of a monk who has become an alchemy can be transformed into something as large as more than ten feet in size with the injection of his huge spiritual power.
If two magic weapons collide in the air, the huge energy impact will make it difficult for monks standing thirty or forty feet away to stabilize their bodies. Therefore, when Chengdan monks fight, they need to be at least seventy or eighty feet apart.
Just be far away.
At this time, the old man named Huang did not regard the young monk in front of him as a rival of the same level.
Although the opponent may be the young master of Manghuang Mountain, and he may have a powerful high-level talisman. But with the confidence of a monk at the peak of Chengdan, Qin Fengming still did not take it seriously.
At this time, Qin Fengming also knew that the matter was already difficult to resolve, and the other party had no intention of letting him go. But if he wanted to fight the other party head-on, even if Qin Fengming had ten more courages, he would still not be able to generate a single ounce of courage.
This thought.
Seeing the old man surnamed Huang on the opposite side approaching him step by step, Qin Fengming's mind was racing to find a chance of survival.
As the opponent approached, Qin Fengming gritted his teeth and waved his hand, sacrificing a top-level spear.
In a flash, a flaming red spear several feet long was stretched out in the air, wrapped in red light, and fired towards the old man named Huang.
"Hahaha, you are indeed a foundation-building monk. Do you think that just a top-level spiritual weapon can stop me?"
The old man surnamed Huang saw the young monk across from him offering a top-notch spiritual weapon. There was no strange expression on his face. He laughed, raised his hand, a black light flashed, and a black sword energy was fired from his hand.
And out.
There was a "bang". Qin Fengming's seemingly powerful red-fire top-level spiritual weapon was broken with one blow. Under the flash of red light, the red light disappeared, and the two remaining pieces of the gun fell into the hot lava below.
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Seeing the spiritual energy that the other party had casually activated, he destroyed one of his top spiritual weapons. Qin Fengming's complexion suddenly became bloodless, and in a hurry, he waved dozens of talismans.
"Whoosh~whoosh~~"
A series of piercing sounds immediately sounded, and he flew straight ahead from the approaching old man.
"Hahaha, I destroyed the top-level spiritual weapon just now. How can a mere ice needle talisman be used for anything? Hey, the power of this ice needle is not small. Each ice needle is no more powerful than a top-level spiritual weapon.
It's interesting how much weaker the weapon's full blow is."
Dozens of ice needles suddenly appeared in front of the old man surnamed Huang. He didn't pay much attention at first, but when he felt the huge fluctuations of spiritual power released from the ice needles, the old man surnamed Huang couldn't help but sigh.
Although the old man named Cheng Dan was a little surprised by the power released by the ice needles, he still did not make the slightest move. His bright eyes were watching dozens of ice needles flying towards him, and his expression did not change at all.
"Pah~pah~~"
A series of explosions sounded, and dozens of ice needles hit the body-protecting aura in front of the old man surnamed Huang.
Dozens of ice needles that seemed to have considerable power, seemed to have suddenly encountered a raging fire. With a crackling sound, they all dissipated in front of the protective aura of the old man surnamed Huang.
"Haha, junior, if you have any high-level talismans, use them quickly, otherwise I will capture you soon and you will regret it by then." The old man surnamed Huang had already stood still and stopped moving forward.
Although he didn't know what high-level talisman the young man opposite had in his hand, he was extremely experienced in fighting and knew that he could only dodge the high-level talisman fired by the opponent when he was forty feet away.
Seeing this situation, Qin Fengming was even more frightened to the extreme. Facing a monk at the peak of Chengdan, Qin Fengming knew that even if he sacrificed the magic weapon, it would be of no avail.
A foundation-building monk uses a magic weapon to attack an alchemy monk. Even if the opponent stands still, there is no way he can use the magic weapon to break through the opponent's body-protecting aura.
At this time, Qin Fengming's face was ferocious, as if he was making a final struggle. He kept waving his hands, and a large number of talismans flew out of his hands. They turned into a large number of fire bombs, wind blades, and ice needles. They moved towards Huang.
The old man swarmed away.
Watching the old man surnamed Huang fighting with the young man opposite, none of the ancestors surnamed Liu moved. They all had a smile on their faces, as calm as if they were watching a play.
But at this moment, the old man surnamed Lin moved his eyes and glanced at the old man surnamed Tang, who was turning to look at him. The two of them understood each other, moved their bodies, and slowly moved forward.
Following Qin Fengming's move, three to four hundred talismans were thrown out in a matter of seconds.
Although he was fighting with the old man surnamed Huang in front of him, Qin Fengming's consciousness was always paying attention to the rest of the people. Suddenly seeing the two Chengdan monks from Xueyu Mountain moving, Qin Fengming was startled, knowing that the two of them had become suspicious.
However, Qin Fengming knew that if he didn't take action, there would be no chance of leaving this place alive.
As soon as he thought of this, Qin Fengming suddenly swung out his hands. Suddenly, hundreds of Huimang appeared in front of him, and in a flash, they shot forward.