Fighting the ice saint of Xiao clan

Chapter 487

In the center of the battlefield, several figures were clearly divided into two camps facing each other.

"The insects in Tianlan Continent dare to take the initiative?"

A magic commander said indifferently with a mocking smile.

"Hehe, after all, there must be an end to the grievances of thousands of years, right?"

Yang Jiuxiao didn't get angry, but wore a lukewarm smile.

"Oh~"

"Humph~"

"Dark Binding Kill!"

"Demon Claw!"

The Broken Blade exuding black light collided heavily with the evil claw shadow, making a sound of gold and iron intertwined, and the two figures looked at each other in amazement.

Two old six!

Then the two quickly separated and fled directly into the shadows.

The sudden collision seemed to open the gate, and the battle between the strongest of the two sides broke out in an instant.

"Triple strength of magic and martial arts!"

The evil spirit in the head was surging, and a pair of armor was condensed on the surface of the body. The fangs and ghost faces on the armor were daunting.

Opening the palm, ten sharp bone claws popped out, and the reflected cold light seemed to be able to blind the eyes.

"The first level, the magic crack!"

The pitch-black claw shadow approached in an instant, directly tearing the armor on Yang Jiuxiao's chest, and knocking the latter hundreds of feet into the air.

"Oh, vulnerable."

With one blow, Mo Shuai sneered, and just about to turn around to look for other opponents, he stopped suddenly and looked solemnly at the standing figure in the distance.

"It's finally interesting."

Although the tone was relaxed, but the whole person was ready, he had a faint feeling that he might be in big trouble.

"Oh, I'm really old and useless, and I was hit by such a slow attack."

Yang Jiuxiao got up with a smile, talking to himself as if he was chattering about homework. When he got up, he tore off the broken armor on his body neatly, revealing the gray skin under the clothes. The three white marks on the skin were almost pale. can be ignored.

Seeing this, Mo Shuai's face immediately pulled down. He was sure that his attack was hit by the opponent, but it was because of this that he couldn't accept it.

Your own attack can't even break the defense?

"You dog of the evil race outside the territory, don't underestimate the old man!"

With the tone of pointing the younger generation, Yang Jiuxiao's expression gradually became terrifying. When he stepped on the sole of his foot, there was a sound of sonic boom. forward.

"boom!"

The black figure immediately flew upside down, smashing through dozens of extraterritorial evil races before barely stopping.

"Cough cough~"

The demon commander who stopped his figure coughed a few times, and the severe pain in his chest made him frown. At this time, his image can be described as quite miserable. The sharp claws that can easily penetrate the defense of the strong at the same level are broken at the root, and the armor that protects the body is shattered. It was broken, and it seemed to have lost its effect.

"Body refiner?!"

Mo Shuai couldn't believe that the little old man in front of him turned out to be a body refiner. Whether he wanted it or not, the identity of the other party was beyond doubt.

"Do you really think there are no strong people in the lower plane?"

As Yang Jiuxiao said so, countless complicated patterns lit up on his arms, and a thick layer of ice armor suddenly condensed on his gray arms.

"Long Xiao!"

In the eyes of Mo Shuai, the simple movement of punching a fist turned out to be a roaring frost dragon with an uncertain expression on his face.

"Mowu triple energy, second level, magic bite."

Viscous black energy gushed out from the trembling palm, completely wrapped the arm, and immediately grabbed at the giant dragon.

"呲~"

The giant dragon made contact with the palm, a faint white mist rose, and the magnificent dragon-shaped body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Humph~"

The corner of Mo Shuai's mouth curled up, and before he could taunt, the whisper of death came from behind,

"God Yan!"

The scorching flames scorched the back of the Demon Commander, and the flame-filled palm fell down. The Demon Commander's face changed drastically, and black flames surged all over his body.

"Magic Flame Cover!"

"boom!"

The pitch-black magic flames covering Moshuai's body were instantly dispersed, and the strength of the flame's palm was almost exhausted.

call out!
After reacting, Mo Shuai appeared thousands of feet away again, and looked at the old man opposite him with cold sweat. Now, it would be foolish to simply treat the other party as a little old man.

The physical condition of a body trainer himself is far superior to other professions, especially this one who seems to have gotten rid of the serious decline in strength of a body trainer in his later years for some reason, a headache!

Even if the enemy is difficult, the Demon Commander is not too worried. Head-to-head confrontation is not their specialty.

"Hundred-eyed Golem!"

The magic commander's mind changed sharply, his movements were not slow at all, and he made a tactic with one hand. A giant statue of evil eyes was summoned to the battlefield. Hundreds of huge blood eyes inlaid all over his body looked eerie and terrifying, and the flexible eyeballs were full of blood. There is a strange vitality.

"Comparing heads, this old man has never been afraid of anyone!"

"Mountain giant, get up!"

After the words fell, a stone giant of no less size roared and appeared behind Yang Jiuxiao, and two heavy fists hit together "bang bang", and the whole space seemed to shake because of it.

"Hum~"

Seeing this, Mo Shuai was not surprised but delighted, evil spirit wrapped his whole body,

"Light of Purgatory!"

All the eyeballs of the golem aimed at Yang Jiuxiao in unison, sending out purple-black rays, which then merged into beams of light.

"Tips for carving insects."

Without any hesitation, Yang Jiuxiao went directly to meet him. The mountain giant has no fancy abilities. His only advantage is his rock-solid defense, which can resist the indiscriminate bombing of four to five powerhouses at the same level without defeat. He has absolute confidence in it.

The purple black beam of light hit the mountain giant without accident, like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing a single ripple.

"Ok?"

Yang Jiuxiao didn't relax, but instead frowned. The feeling from the mountain giant just now was very strange, almost without any strength.

The attack just now was powerful and powerful, and he didn't believe that the move that could be hidden by the magic commander until now was a good-looking one.

Weird!
Seeing the mountain giant's increasingly cautious offensive posture, Mo Shuai couldn't help sneering,
"I understand now, it's too late!"

He is a phantom demon, toughness is just a habit, and brainstorming is his job.

"One, two, three, down!"

As the magic commander counted, Yang Jiuxiao was also keenly aware of his abnormality, his eyes began to gradually blur, and scenes of many experiences in his memory quickly appeared before his eyes.

The carefreeness of playing in childhood, the surprise of stepping into the road of cultivation, the longing of becoming a teacher, the loss of failing to break through the realm for the first time, the pain of losing a loved one in youth, the sadness of passing away one after another in the same school, and knowing that there are no peers in the world The loneliness of the younger generation, the indignation that the younger generation made a principled mistake...

The joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of thousands of years were projected in his mind, and outside, the mountain giant stopped.

"really!"

Moshuai smiled triumphantly. The abilities of their Phantom Demon Clan are indeed the nemesis of mentally weak body refiners. They use the illusion created by memory to touch the emotions of the enemy and make them lost.

Isn't it up to him now?
Immediately, his thoughts moved slightly, and he controlled the Hundred-Eyed Colossus, and with a murderous intent like night rain, he punched Yang Jiuxiao who was at the core of the Hundred-Eyed Colossus.

"boom!"

The moment the black awn on the fist was about to touch the core, two boulder palms grabbed the arm of the Hundred-Eyed Golem, and a voice as indifferent as frost came into the ears of the astonished Demon Commander clearly.

"Chop Suey, what do you want to do?"

(End of this chapter)