Sun's Fairy Way

Chapter 191 Great War (Please Subscribe, Please Collect)

Although this battle is one-on-many, and the opponent's strength is obviously superior, Sun Mingsheng doesn't have much fear in his heart, and his first belief is still to kill the singing valley bird that is tracking the breath.

Only by beheading it, the escaped flying magic weapon and family monks can guarantee safety. As for the specific method of Songgu Bird's pursuit, Sun Mingsheng did not pursue it, not to mention that it is already a step too late to find out the reason.

"Singing valley bird that wants to kill me so easily?" The third monk obviously expected this situation, a shield-shaped spiritual weapon that was crudely made like rough dry bark, a flicker had already blocked the singing valley the front of the bird.

"铛" only heard a crisp sound, and the ready-to-go fiery blade directly hit the dry bark-like spiritual weapon, leaving no corresponding effect except for a jet-black burning mark. results.

The expression on Sun Mingsheng's face did not change at all because of this, he opened his mouth and sprayed out three fire flame beads in the shape of finished characters, attacking the owner of the songgu bird.

Although Huo Yanzhu is only a low-grade second-rank, it is the most top existence among the same rank, and its power far surpasses that of Fiery Blade.

Since he couldn't kill the Songgu bird at the beginning of the battle, his attack target naturally shifted early. There is usually a fixed contract between the spirit beast and its master. Once the master dies, the spirit beast will naturally not be able to live alone.

For Sun Mingsheng, it is only necessary to kill the owner of the songgu bird in the early stage of foundation establishment, and it can also achieve the intended purpose, but it requires some extra means.

"Well done!" The owner of the Songgu bird was obviously not the first to encounter this kind of situation. Facing the attack from the Huo Yanzhu, not only did he not have the slightest fear, on the contrary, he showed an expression of eagerness to try.

Naturally, the other two monks would not stand aside to watch the excitement, and each sacrificed their handy spiritual weapons, slashing at Sun Mingsheng from the left and right with a knife and a sword.

The quality of the two spiritual weapons was above the horizontal line, and the streams of cold lights that spewed out made Sun Mingsheng feel hairy all over, obviously posing a considerable threat.

"Edict" Sun Mingsheng is still in an indomitable posture, turning a blind eye to the attack of the two spiritual weapons, and under the impact of waves of mana, he continues to hit the owner of the singing valley bird, with a look of disappointment The look of purpose vowing not to give up.

Just when the swords and swords on the left and right sides were about to approach, a red snake and a fire monkey holding a hammer suddenly appeared on their only path.

The reason why the two monster souls did not appear at the first moment of the battle was because they were waiting for this most critical moment.

If they were simply fighting, they would naturally not be opponents of monks of the same rank, but it was more than enough to gain a little time to entangle the two spirit weapons that came from a long distance.

The body of the red snake's soul continued to elongate, like a silk thread that had been tempered through thousands of years, trapping the throwing knives from the same skinny monk in the early stage of foundation establishment.

The Fire Monkey took a leap forward, its arms protruding constantly under the full of mana, and swung the broken head hammer in its hand to hit the center of the spirit sword from the middle-stage monks firmly and firmly.

With a crisp sound, the spirit sword trembled in the air, and passed by Sun Mingsheng. Except for an inconspicuous wound left by the sword energy on his shoulder, there was no other substantial damage .

It was at this very moment that Sun Mingsheng had already appeared in front of the owner of the songgu bird, and the three attacking Huoyan beads in the shape of finished characters landed first on the defensive spirit weapon in the shape of dry bark that appeared again.

This spirit weapon, which looks rough on the outside, is a genuine and high-quality defensive spirit weapon, and it is also a treasure that Sun Mingsheng has been looking for all this time.

But how can the Huoyan Pearl be compared with ordinary spiritual weapons such as Fiery Blade?The three Huoyan beads were like three fiery red meteorites falling from the sky, hitting the bark of the bark that had already firmly blocked the owner of the songbird.

There was no substantial damage to the dry bark, only three fist-sized depressions were left. However, the huge force carried in this attack directly acted on the monk's body.

Perhaps the owner of the songbird had never expected that among the monks in the foundation period, there would be an attack comparable to that of some physical cultivators.

Unprepared, his figure flew upside down like an old sack, and a trace of blood had already leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"Huh..." Sun Mingsheng was also quite nimble, bypassing the dry bark artifact that was already spinning and losing its direction, and chased after the monk who was flying away.

"Boy, but dare" he said it too late and then quickly, all this happened in just three or five breaths, and these chasing monks also did not expect such a sudden change.

The monk in the mid-stage of foundation establishment shouted for a lifetime, and the flying sword that had regained control spun around and chased him in his direction. Unfortunately, the long distance between the two sides took a certain amount of time.

At this time, Sun Mingsheng had already quickly closed the distance with the Songgu bird monk, and he opened his mouth to spew out a hot flame, submerging him in it.

Under his control, the flames turned into fiery red ropes. The cultivator who had robbed houses had completely lost his breath of life under the burning of the scarlet spiritual fire before he could display his own strength.

Naturally, the singing valley bird had no way of escape. The spirit beast that had been hiding in the spirit beast bag died at the same time when its master fell.

At this time, the other two monks had just gotten rid of the entanglement of the souls of the two monsters. Their eyes were wide open, and white breaths shot out from their nostrils.

It has been more than ten years since the three foundation-building monks joined forces to intercept the caravan, and the cooperation between the two parties is quite tacit. This time, the unexpected loss of the songbird is obviously quite unfavorable for the later tracking.

Of course, this does not mean that Sun Mingsheng has gained the upper hand in this battle. Before that, what he relied on was nothing more than surprise and surprise.

To be able to successfully kill a monk of the same level in the continuous attack, there is inevitably some element of luck involved.

With one against two, there is a middle-stage foundation-building monk among them. Once they get serious, he must be the one who is at a disadvantage and beaten passively. There is no doubt about this.

"Second, the enemy is tough, attack with all your strength, and avenge the third," the disabled monk headed decisively ordered, his tone full of malice.

He opened his mouth and took a breath into his belly, and a sharp cold light shot out from the flying sword that had been chasing in the air, and his already fast forward speed suddenly doubled.

This spirit sword followed Sun Mingsheng all the time, and after accelerating, it appeared in front of him in an instant, and there was no room for dodging.

Another skinny monk took out a writing brush that was about ten feet long, and as if holding a heavy load in his hand, he swayed the dyed ink in the air, quickly forming a sleepy character.

(End of this chapter)