peerless angel

() All the carriages stopped one after another, and a large number of disciples jumped out of the carriages, looking ahead vigilantly. ※ ※There stood a large group of dark figures, led by a middle-aged strong man, who straddled a snow-white-haired giant bear. The giant bear had a seat and canopy on its back, apparently it was a tame animal often used for riding. beast.

Ling'er poked her head out of the carriage, glanced at the middle-aged strong man, frowned slightly, and said: "This man belongs to the Blood Demon Sect, and his strength is still higher than mine, he is probably a mid-innate strong man! "

"Middle stage congenital?" The charming maid turned pale and said, "Is he the only one?"

Ling'er glanced behind the middle-aged strong man, her eyes flickered slightly, and said: "There are at least ten early-stage strong men."

The delicate maidservant's complexion changed wildly, she gritted her silver teeth suddenly, and said: "Miss, our route is confidential, there must be insiders in the sect, I'll cover you, with your strength, it shouldn't be wrong to escape in the chaos Question! As long as you are still here, the Bamboo Sound Sect will have a chance to rise!"

Ling'er was startled, took a deep look at her, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, we have sixteen elders here. Although they are all in the early stage of Xiantian, it should not be a problem to deal with the ten elders opposite. In the middle term, I will hold it back."

"Miss, how can I do that!" the charming maid hurriedly said: "Although it is only a difference in realm, there is a world of difference!"

Ling'er smiled lightly, and said: "I have not learned art for nothing in the past ten years. Although I am only in the innate stage, I swallowed the Mad Cow Pill, plus a few sets of Taoism taught by my master, and the old man left me My golden gourd magic weapon, it is not difficult to delay this person."

Just as the charming maid was about to say something more, Ling'er waved her hand suddenly, her expression became serious, and said: "They are going to attack, you stay in the carriage later!" There was a bit of command in her words.

The charming maid was startled.

at this time--

Whoosh!Whoosh!

Two rays of light flew over and hit the carriage.With a flash of Linger's figure, she floated over the carriage, waved her slender hand, and a golden light floated from her sleeve, hitting these two rays of light head-on.

boom!boom!

The two rays of light retreated in response to the sound, and were sent flying backwards, and the rays of light above were much dimmed.

"Huh!" The middle-aged strong man narrowed his eyes, "The golden gourd of that old Baihe? He is willing to give it to you, hum! You can only display half of the power of this thing if you haven't reached the mid-innate stage , bring it to me!" As he said, he grabbed it with his big hand.

A cloud of scarlet blood mist emerged out of thin air, condensed into a blood claw, and grabbed towards the golden gourd.

Ling'er's face was solemn, and she was muttering something. The golden gourd's light suddenly flashed, the bottle opened, and a purple flame whizzed out from inside.

As soon as the purple flame touched the blood claw, the blood claw melted as quickly as ice and snow, and was burned up in an instant.

The complexion of the middle-aged man changed slightly, and he snorted coldly: "So what about Ziyang Tianhuo!" He opened his mouth, and a pitch-black ruler shot out, rising against the wind, and there was a faint roar of a tiger coming from the ruler, and there was a faint tiger, Attached to Hei Chi's body, he roared and rushed towards the golden gourd.

Ling'er squeezed a trick with one hand, and the golden gourd radiated generously, and suddenly turned into a round of golden sun, competing with the black ruler.

And the elders in the other carriages, seeing that Ling'er did not choose to escape, but joined forces with the middle-aged strong man, immediately guessed what she was thinking, and rushed towards the other elders on the opposite side.

The ordinary disciples around the carriage also charged with the demonic disciples on the opposite side, and the roar of fighting filled the sky for a while.

Wu Feng floated out of the carriage, seeing that Ling'er was wrestling with the middle-aged strong man opposite, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

When he saw the spirit of a tiger attached to the black-foot magic weapon of this middle-aged man, he immediately narrowed his eyes.

Magical treasures can enhance the power of magic weapons. For example, if a first-order magic weapon is successfully attached, its power will increase according to the strength of the spirit body. If the spirit body is strong enough, it can be comparable to a second-level magic weapon!

With Wu Feng's eyes, he could immediately see that the golden gourd in Ling'er's hand was of extraordinary quality, and the black ruler was a bit inferior, but with the enhanced power of the spirit, he could barely compete.

Wu Feng's eyes flashed, and without any hesitation, he charged towards the opposite rear army.

Whoosh...

A faint light flashed from his fingertips, and immediately after that, among the crowd of ordinary disciples below, some disciples immediately fell to the ground one after another, losing their breath.

These disciples have a characteristic, there is a little Yin Hong's blood between the eyebrows, so small that it is almost invisible.This made the disciples of the Bamboo Sound Sect who were fighting these disciples startled, but soon guessed that it was probably done by the elders of the sect with great supernatural powers, and immediately cheered up, and rushed to the opposite side even more desperately!

Whizzing……

Small needles flew among ordinary disciples like birds. There were five flying needles in total, each of which could easily take away a life.

This is the weapon Wu Feng conceived after practicing Tianmai chanting scriptures.The Tianmai Division chanting sutra can divide the spiritual thoughts into thousands of strands. The advantage is that when others use one weapon, you can use hundreds of them yourself!Just like others have to face hundreds of people besieged!

So, Wu Feng thought of needles!

These needles are just forged from ordinary fine iron, they are not magical weapons, but at the speed controlled by the divine sense, it is easy to kill an acquired powerhouse!

Following Wu Feng's attack, where he flew, a large number of demonic disciples died mysteriously, like a plague of death emanating from him.

This weird scene made the other elders and disciples aware of it. Although they were in the midst of war and didn't have much time to think about it, they still kept this matter in their hearts.

At this time, Wu Feng had already come behind the other party, and two elders flew towards him, flanking Wu Feng.

The expressions of these two people were cold, with a hint of ferocity. They had seen Wu Feng's extraordinary moves from just now, and they were a little tricky, so they chose to work together to deal with him immediately.

When meeting an opponent of the same level, Wu Feng did not dare to underestimate him, and immediately retracted the flying needle, and the divine sense attached to it enveloped himself to prevent sneak attacks.

"Death!" A skinny old man rushed forward, threw out a pitch-black dust whisk in his hand, countless black strands rose thousands of feet like hair, and entwined towards Wu Feng.

Wu Feng's eyes flickered coldly, and with a move, the flying sword under his feet suddenly slashed out.

puff!

The black threads broke one after another, but more black threads continued to come in, and there was a feeling of endless cutting.

At the same time, another person had come behind Wu Feng, sacrificed a small black cauldron, and enveloped Wu Feng head-on.

Although Wu Feng's figure was fast, he was no match for the magic weapon's movement speed, and was soon enveloped by the black cauldron.At the moment of being shrouded, Wu Feng immediately felt his body was pressed down like a mountain, and his body fell down involuntarily.

boom!

The whole ground trembled and sank, the black cauldron was surprisingly heavy!

"Death!" The middle-aged man who controlled Hei Ding had a fierce light in his eyes.

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