Jiuyang Juemai

"drink!"

The woman named Sun Sanniang yelled coquettishly, a yellow light came out of her hand, and the person also retreated quickly.

The yellow light flew straight into the air, turned into a small and exquisite mirror after a while of whirling.

While Sun Sanniang retreated quickly, she pinched the tactic and pointed lightly at the small yellow mirror, the mirror surface suddenly burst into light, and several white rays of light that were as thick as the mouth of a bowl shot straight out from the mirror surface and directed towards the mirror. Wu welcomes.

Pan Wu's body is so strong, and he is wearing a defensive armor specially made by Ling Luoyu for him. The combination of two and two makes the defense even more terrifying. Ordinary magic weapons are not in his eyes at all. Seeing the white light coming, he kept his castration, and went straight to those white lights without dodging or avoiding.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise.

When Pan Wu came into contact with those white rays of light just now, it was definitely not good, but it was too late to dodge them all. Although the phantom of the rhinoceros horn above Pan Wu's head scattered the white rays of light a few times, there were still some A white ray of light hit Pan Wu vigorously.

There was even a hint of spiritual attack contained in that white light. As soon as he came into contact with that white light, Pan Wu felt that he was in a trance, and then he was smashed into the ground by an extremely powerful force. middle.

Thanks to Pan Wu's thick skin and thick flesh, although he suffered a small loss under underestimating the enemy, he did not cause any major damage to him. Pan Wu jumped up, roared, and rushed towards Sun Sanniang again.

"A magic weapon! This mirror can knock down Pan Wu, it is definitely not an ordinary magic weapon!" Ling Luoyu has admired the reputation of a magic weapon for a long time, but he has never seen a real magic weapon, but he is sure The mirror in front of me is definitely a real magic weapon.

Frowning, Ling Luoyu's figure flickered slightly, and he had already merged into the wind and disappeared. It was only a thin line away from the second meridian. In addition to fire, Ling Luoyu's understanding of wind is now much deeper .

Pan Wu's figure has sped up a lot, but it's a pity that Sun Sanniang has never been in direct contact with Pan Wu. The magic weapons on her body seem to emerge endlessly. Whenever Pan Wu wants to catch up with her, he will always be because of The sudden appearance of all kinds of magical treasures and implements blocked the distance between him and Sun Sanniang again.

But fortunately, apart from the small mirror, most of Sun Sanniang's body were magic weapons. Although it could hinder Pan Wu's pursuit to a certain extent, it was difficult for her to hurt Pan Wu.

"San Niang, don't panic! I'll help you!" With a loud shout, a ray of green light flew towards Pan Wu.

This green glow is imposing, just by looking at that aura, one can tell that it is definitely not an ordinary magic weapon, or even a magic weapon that is more powerful than that mirror.

This green glow is actually a flying sword full of radiance, obviously it is the magic weapon of the middle-aged man surnamed Chen who escaped at the beginning.

"Senior Brother Chen's Qingming is out of its sheath, let's see how long this monster can last!" Looking at Pan Wu who was forced to flee by the flying sword Qingming in an instant, Sun Sanniang snorted coldly, and the mirror came out again, Sun Sanniang was about to use the tactic to sacrifice the supernatural power of the precious mirror.

Suddenly, Sun Sanniang felt something was wrong, and opened her eyes to where Ling Luoyu was.

"Not good!" Just now, he only paid attention to the demon cultivator in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but ignored the cultivator in the golden core stage. It would be a bit bad if he suddenly attacked in the dark. With the cultivator's cultivation base, he can definitely a threat to oneself.

"die!"

A roar like thunder suddenly sounded in Sun Sanniang's ears. Although Sun Sanniang had been prepared for a long time, she was still slightly taken aback by it.

How can there be a little distraction when the masters are facing each other?Although Ling Luoyu is only at the late stage of Jindan, but in terms of real combat power, he is not inferior to Pan Wu in the middle stage of Yuanying. A monk in the Nascent Soul stage, in the case of a sneak attack, even a monk in the late Nascent Soul stage may not be able to escape.

Just as Sun Sanniang reacted, she was about to get out of the way when all the strength in her body suddenly seemed to drop. She lowered her head to look at the fist wrapped in flames protruding from her chest. Sun Sanniang's eyes darkened and she fell down with a bang.

"The physical defense of human monks is weak. Compared with demon cultivators, it is far behind. My fist with the power of nine suns real fire can't resist the physical body of demon cultivators in the middle stage of Yuanying, let alone You!" Ling Luoyu's fist not only pierced Sun Sanniang, even Sun Sanniang's Nascent Soul was burned to ashes by the power of the Nine Suns True Fire.

Contemptuously looking at the fallen Sun Sanniang, Ling Luoyu sprang up, grabbed the mirror in his hand, and put it in the ring.

"Sanniang!"

"Master! Uncle!" shouted angrily, it was the middle-aged man surnamed Chen who was in the mid-Yuanying stage and the few Chiyanzong disciples who had just arrived here who were only in the Golden Core stage.

When the middle-aged man surnamed Chen moved the magic formula in his hand, Feijian Qingming gave up chasing Pan Wu and instead attacked from Ling Luoyu's side.

Ling Luoyu smiled lightly, and with a flash of her figure, she even avoided the frontal attack of the flying sword, and instead greeted the few disciples who had just rushed over from the Scarlet Flame Sect.

There were tens of feet away from the disciples of the Scarlet Flame Sect, Ling Luoyu waved his hand lightly, and a silver-white light flashed, turning into a huge net and covering the disciples of the Scarlet Flame Sect. The heavenly net that was re-refined by Ling Luoyu.

After being re-refined by Ling Luoyu this day, although the sky net has only been upgraded by one level, it is only an upper-level magical weapon, but the traces of flames mixed in the sky net will suffer a lot if the average Jindan stage monks don't pay attention .

"Pan Wu, these people are entrusted to you. I'll go meet that Nascent Soul cultivator!" Ling Luoyu sipped lightly at Pan Wu. With Pan Wu, someone could escape from the sky net by luck. He will never escape from Pan Wu's grasp.

Ling Luoyu turned into a red glow and fled towards the middle-aged man surnamed Chen, while the flying sword Qingming, as if he had a spirituality, only chased Ling Luoyu all the time.

Sun Sanniang was punched to death by Ling Luoyu. The middle-aged man surnamed Chen saw this scene. If he was contemptuous of Ling Luoyu at the beginning, he is now very scrupulous about Ling Luoyu and absolutely dare not Let Ling Luoyu approach him.

Ling Luoyu chased after him, but he retreated.

The faster Ling Luoyu chased, the faster he retreated.

Feijian Qingming is the natal magic weapon of the middle-aged man surnamed Chen. It is a middle-grade magic weapon that he spent a hundred years refining with great difficulty. It is also a bit stronger, but if one's own talisman is hurt, one will be seriously injured. This may be the only drawback of being a natal talisman, after all, a natal talisman contains a trace of one's natal spirituality.

For this Feijian Qingming, Ling Luoyu was also very scrupulous, and didn't dare to take it hard.Because he also tried to use his powerful defensive power to resist Qing Ming's attack, but the flying sword was not close to him, and just the overflowing sword energy easily gave him the armor of the middle-grade magic weapon. If it was cut open, if Ling Luoyu hadn't retreated quickly, he might have been injured at that time.

"Damn Feijian!" Ling Luoyu cursed secretly, if it wasn't for the obstruction of Feijian Qingming, she might have already caught up with the middle-aged man surnamed Chen.

If he could fight the middle-aged man surnamed Chen in close quarters, Ling Luoyu was at least [-]% sure that he would be able to kill him.

"If only I could have a better magic weapon that can wrap around this flying sword!" Thinking of the magic weapon, Ling Luoyu's eyes suddenly brightened, because he suddenly remembered something in his storage ring.