peerless angel

() The black cauldron, which was still shaking, suddenly became silent. ◎ ◎

The skinny old man floated down and asked quickly, "Is he dead?"

The middle-aged man was about to open his mouth when his face suddenly changed, revealing a bit of shock. He saw the quiet black cauldron suddenly tremble, and a moment later, the soil next to the black cauldron suddenly bulged, and a figure jumped out of it out.

It was Wu Feng.

At this moment, the clothes on his body were riddled with holes, as if they had been stabbed by countless swords, and became tattered.

"Why didn't you die!" The middle-aged man's complexion changed, and he quickly recalled the black cauldron to take a look, only to see that the countless swords hidden in the black cauldron broke off by themselves, leaving only the half of the handle.

"Could it be the body armor?" The middle-aged man immediately looked at Wu Feng, but through the hole in the tattered clothes, he could directly see the skin inside.

When he thought of something, his pupils shrank, showing a bit of shock.

At this moment, a cold light flashed in Wu Feng's eyes, and Cao Cao controlled the flying sword to kill him head-on. The spiritual energy in his body was injected into the flying sword, and a restriction on the flying sword was immediately activated.

hum~

The blade of the sword hummed softly, and suddenly from the sword, a trace of lightning burst out, carrying infinite power, and slashed at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's complexion changed, and he quickly sacrificed the black cauldron to resist.

boom!

The flying sword struck the black cauldron, and the lightning from the sword was directed into the black cauldron.The middle-aged man trembled, spat out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly recalled Hei Ding.

The moment Feijian touched the black cauldron, he felt that his divine sense was involved in a wave of lightning, and he felt as if he was being crushed. If it went on for a long time, his divine sense would definitely be damaged and his cultivation would regress.

at this time--

Whoosh!

A tiny flying needle jumped out from behind the middle-aged man like a poisonous snake, stabbing straight at the back of his neck.

The middle-aged man was dealing with Feijian, when his expression suddenly changed, and a layer of silver-white air suddenly bulged up from his body, covering his whole body.

The flying needle hit the silver air wave and immediately melted like molten iron.

Wu Feng sighed in his heart, this ordinary iron is really not good against innate powerhouses. Ordinary innate powerhouses are shrouded in spiritual thoughts, and as soon as the flying needle approaches, they will immediately sense it and arouse the spiritual energy in their bodies to resist.

Even some extremely hard metals such as ten-thousand-year cold iron can be easily resisted, let alone ordinary ordinary iron.

"If there is a chance in the future, I will find some treasures and refine a set of magic weapon flying needles." Such a thought flashed through Wu Feng's mind, and he immediately suppressed his thoughts and focused on dealing with the two people in front of him.

"Xue Lao, this person's body is extremely strong, almost comparable to a diamond, only a magic weapon can kill him, let's work together!" The middle-aged man made room for him, and immediately said to the skinny old man.

The skinny old man was taken aback, and said: "*** is comparable to diamonds? How is it possible, is he the disciple of that old monster?"

The middle-aged man nodded solemnly, he had already guessed that Wu Feng was not stabbed to death by the sword hidden in the black cauldron just now.

"I'm going to use that trick, you are ready." The middle-aged man said solemnly.

The skinny old man made a look and nodded immediately.

The middle-aged man immediately shouted, sacrificed the black cauldron, enveloped Wu Feng again, and imprisoned him in the black cauldron.

Wu Feng frowned. Although the black cauldron could envelop him, he could escape easily by using Earth Dungeon, which is not a powerful magic weapon.

However, it is very rare for an innate strong person to have a magic weapon.

When the black cauldron landed on the ground, Wu Feng immediately used the earth escape, preparing to escape from the black cauldron. At this moment, a large amount of black hair burst out from the soil under his feet, wrapped around his soles, and spread along his thighs to his body .

The black hair blocked the tripod completely, preventing him from going out at all.

Without hesitation, Wu Feng urged the silver flying sword to slash away.The flying sword was so sharp that it easily cut off the black hair. However, the black hair kept pouring in like a fountain, filling the black cauldron at once.

"Squeeze me to death?" Wu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, all the black hair suddenly curled up and became as hard as needles, and stabbed at Wu Feng all over, easily piercing into the skin.

Wu Feng's pupils shrank suddenly.

Outside the black cauldron.

The skinny old man was holding a whisk, and the black threads on the whisk jumped into the soil around his feet, and under the guidance of his spiritual thoughts, they jumped into the cauldron.

"Hey, if you use this trick, even the innate mid-stage strong will not be spared." The skinny old man said with a trace of cruelty on his face.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and said: "Of course, the status given to us by the sect is far higher than that of ordinary elders."

"Even if this boy's body is like a diamond, he will be pierced by my millennium black spider silk!" The skinny old man grinned sinisterly.

Then at the next moment, his expression suddenly froze, and he saw the black thread jumping into the soil at his feet, and suddenly burned, and the purple flame followed the black thread, burning towards the whisk in his hand.

"Ziyang Tianhuo!" The thin old man screamed as if he had seen a ghost, and immediately threw away the whisk in his hand. In an instant, the whisk was wrapped in purple flames and burned into ashes.

At the same time, a figure jumped out from the soil in front of the black cauldron, galloping towards the skinny old man.

"Not good!" The middle-aged man's face changed, and he hurriedly steered the black cauldron back to the defense, trying to cover the skinny old man.

However, at this moment, Wu Feng turned his body around, a silver light flashed on his fingertips, and the flying sword rushed towards the middle-aged man like lightning.

This flying sword is small and exquisite, and its speed is as fast as lightning. Before the bulky black cauldron was recalled, the flying sword had already passed by!

The pupils of the middle-aged man stared round.

On his throat, a streak of bright red blood emerged.

Wu Feng sneered, and continued chasing and killing the skinny old man with the flying sword.Seeing the death of the middle-aged man, the skinny old man was frightened out of his wits. An innate strong man without a magic weapon can only suppress an acquired strong man. Facing a strong man of the same level who has a magic weapon, he is almost dead, and has no room to fight back!

He runs wildly.

But the magic weapon is faster!

With a flash of silver light, a huge head fell directly.

Seeing the two innate powerhouses being beheaded by him, Wu Feng was not happy in his heart. If he hadn't used the flames of the purple feather sparrow to burn the black silk to death at the last moment of being imprisoned by the black cauldron, I'm afraid he would have already died at this moment. died!

The magic weapon of these two people cooperates almost flawlessly, even if it is a strong person in the mid-innate stage or even in the late-stage innate stage, if they are caught off guard, they may die directly!

As for being able to easily kill the middle-aged man, it was mainly because his magic weapon was the flying sword!

The flying sword is far faster than the black cauldron, so it can kill with one blow. This is why most people like to refine the magic weapon into a flying sword, because it is light and fast!

However, these people's magic weapons were obviously not refined by themselves. According to Wu Feng's knowledge, none of the six sects and magic ways could refine magic weapons.

It is said that more than 300 years ago, there was a wizard who was able to refine some magic weapons, but after his death, no one learned it.

Therefore, most of the magic weapons in these people's hands are inherited or acquired by chance. Whether it is the type they like is another matter.