Retrograde fairy way

Ning Yuanshan and Xia Zhanfeng glanced at each other, their faces were ugly for a while, they thought that there were many foundation-building monks to help them, and they could annihilate the bloody clothes in one fell swoop, but they didn't expect that he could transform, and what made them even more frightened was that the bloody clothes After the transformation, the pressure on the two of them increased sharply. Obviously, they had reached the mid-stage alchemy stage. Even though they were not comparable to those veteran mid-stage alchemy masters, they were still much stronger than the two of them.

But seeing that after Xue Yi's transformation, he swiped Xia Zhanfeng's magic weapon, the golden giant hammer, and flew away with a wave of his hand, but there was no trace of hesitation when facing the golden giant hammer before. Obviously, Xue Yi is not afraid of this heavy magic weapon at this time attack.

"Don't hold back, use the strongest attack method!" Dare not hesitate any longer, Xia Zhanfeng shouted immediately, feeling the vibration from the giant hammer, he knew that if he kept holding back this time, he might really want to stay here .

Seeing this, the group of Foundation Establishment cultivators dared not delay any longer. They all made formulas, and the spirit weapons fluttered around their fingers, and countless talismans were thrown at the transformed bloody clothes.

But the bloody clothes showed no fear at all, and ran towards the group of foundation-building monks with great strides. His speed was faster than before. In the blink of an eye, he came in front of a group of foundation-building monks. With fear and despair in his eyes, he flipped his wrist, grabbed it in his hand, and bit it off.

Seeing the cultivator grasped by the bloody coat without any resistance, he bit into two pieces, the sound of flesh and bones being broken rang in the ears of all the cultivators, making all the cultivators present who were also Foundation Establishment feel terrified.

Xia Zhanfeng recognized that it was his Xia family's foundation-builder cultivator. He didn't care about the loss of his own team, so he hurriedly shouted at everyone and joined forces to fight against the enemy. Just like their monks, they practice by absorbing the vitality of the world.

But just at this time, the blood clothes swallowed three people again. It was those early foundation-building monks. Obviously, there were strengths and weaknesses in his weak spiritual intelligence, and he knew how to pick the weak persimmons.

Just when the bloody clothes rushed towards a monk again, suddenly a red streamer turned into a cloth tent, surrounding it layer by layer, and suddenly wrapped the bloody clothes in it.

Seeing this, everyone was stunned, and heard a crisp sound next to their ears: "Quick, I can't hold on for long!"

But she saw Feng Wan'er's face was pale, she gritted her teeth and stared at the red cocoon-like object in the field, the red vitality in her hand penetrated into it, but looking at the edges and corners that appeared on the red cocoon from time to time, it was obvious that she couldn't hold on for long.

With this delay, everyone came to their senses. The two alchemy masters were the first to launch the strongest attack. At this time, all the cultivators understood that if the blood clothes were swallowed, not many of them would leave alive.

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At this time, the sun was rising high in the sky. Although there were bursts of shouts of killing in the distance, it did not hinder the business of the Casting Hall at all. After all, no matter how big things happened, there were people with advanced cultivation. The brilliance that soared into the sky was all Foundation Establishment cultivators, so where was it their turn to worry about it?

I saw that there were still people coming and going in front of the shop, and Xia Jing’s movements had indeed increased recently, which made these low-ranking monks no longer panic, and went about their lives as usual, unaware of how many times Xia Jing had been aroused. The chaotic people are galloping here.

"Huh!" Looking at the lively scene in front of him, Wang Mo snorted secretly. This time, many foundation-building monks rushed to the place where the battle was taking place. come here.

Relying on his foundation building strength at this time, as long as he doesn't meet a late-stage foundation building monk like Li Batian, Xia Jing can go anywhere, even though the flashes of light are extremely fast, but with his eyesight, It can be recognized at a glance that Li Batian and the monks of the Xia family are all inside.

Without too much delay, he walked into the shop, and the spiritual consciousness radiated out, and all the situations in the shop of Casting Hall were imprinted in Wang Mo's mind. It was generally the same, the originally indifferent face, the eyes narrowed, and the cold light burst out.

"It's not the cultivation of the Casting Hall, leave within three breaths, or you will bear the consequences!"

There was a small sound, but it caused everyone in the huge shop to be stunned. They obviously heard the words, but they didn't listen to the words and left. Look towards the source of the sound.

"one!"

"Is this man insane?"

"Yes!"

"Could it be that you are stupid?"

"two!"

"cut!"

"laugh!"

Looking around for the last time, some of the crowd laughed, some concentrated, some pondered, some left, some waited and watched, they were all different, Wang Mo didn't pay much attention to it, just opened his mouth again: "Three!"

"You..." is a jobber. When I heard Wang Mo's words before, I was stunned on the spot. In other words, I have never seen him since he entered the casting hall as a job. Someone dared to come to the shop to make trouble. , no matter what the cultivation level is, they are all respectful.

But before he finished the following words, Wang Mo said the word "three", and everyone felt a chill coming from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. When everyone was surprised, they found that the figure in Tsing Yi in the field is disappeared without a trace.

"Puff!" "Wow!" "Crack!"

I saw that the figure that made everyone laugh before had rushed into the crowd brazenly, without holding back at all. No matter how high or low their cultivation level is, anyone wearing the costume of a servant of the Casting Hall will be killed by a handle that emits blue and gold. The epee of light directly cut into pieces of meat.

The originally bustling shop suddenly felt like a hell on earth after bursts of screams came out. Only now did everyone understand what was the meaning of that sound of conceited consequences?

"Run!"

I don't know who yelled, and the stunned people reacted, and they all ran out of the shop as if wishing they had two more legs.

At this time, Wang Moxiu made a breakthrough, took out the epee that had not been used for a long time, and burst out with all his strength. In the Zhuliantang shop where there are no foundation-building monks sitting in town, it can be said that no one can beat him. Even if there are foundation-building monks, if there is no later-stage cultivation , I'm afraid I can't take him down.

But seeing where he went, all the instruments on the shelves, regardless of their grades, were collected by him into the storage ring. His storage bag had already been confiscated by the Xia family, but only the inside The two hidden storage rings are usable.

Fortunately, the cultivation bases of the people here are all below him, what's more, all the cultivators are horrified by what he does, so they don't have the heart to observe what he uses, but they are not afraid of being discovered by others.

The people in the Casting Hall are all happy recently, because their hall master Li Batian has avenged his revenge, and his temper has finally returned to normal.

In recent years, because of some unsatisfactory things, Li Batian was irritable and irritable, and he would kill people at every turn, making his subordinates terrified. Fortunately, all these things are gone forever. , and in addition, a few days ago, an enemy was captured, and it returned to normal.

Li Chengfeng is one of the few Qi-refining late-stage monks in Xiajing as the casting hall. Because of his outstanding performance in the past few days, he was recently promoted by Li Batian to take over the position of the former deacon Li Hui. raw water.

As soon as Li Hui died, his confidant Li Liu voted under Li Chengfeng's family. Fortunately, he had a little relationship with him. No, today is when Li Chengfeng is managing the main shop, so Li Liu is serving tea and water to serve So unskilled and respectful.

"Huh?" Li Chengfeng, who was sitting upright and enjoying the tea, frowned and said displeasedly: "Go and see, who is making noise in the shop?"

"Yes, third master!" Hearing his words, Li Liu smiled charmingly. He also heard the commotion before, but he was thinking in his heart. Could it be that someone who is not open-eyed dared to act wild in his shop , but he was serving Li Chengfeng at this time, but he couldn't leave. Now that he had ordered him, he was about to turn around and leave.But there was a loud bang.

"Crack! Boom!"

But before he could turn around and leave, the door of the hall here shattered with a bang, and shot towards the two of them, and then a blue figure rushed in, its speed was so fast that neither of them had time to react.

"Who?" As a monk in the late stage of Qi refining, Li Chengfeng was the first to discover the clue, but it was also after the door was broken, just a little earlier than Li Liu.

It can be said that Li Chengfeng's reaction was really not slow, but before he could make a move, the right hand just put the storage bag on it, and the figure had already approached, a blue-gold light flashed, and his right hand was separated from his body. And went, but did not feel the pain.

When he felt something was wrong, when he lowered his head to check, he saw that his palm had already fallen to the ground, and he didn't care about doing anything else. He resisted the severe pain and immediately rolled over. He just wanted to escape for his life. But he forgot, how could he be allowed to escape if someone could break his arm with one blow.

Seeing Li Chengfeng rolling and running for his life on the ground like a clown, Wang Mo's mouth curled up with a cold expression. It was him who bullied Yang Shan'er in front of Wang Mo and forced her to commit suicide. Even the body was not found. How could he let him leave so easily.

Stepping forward quickly, he swung the terrified Li Liu away with a wave of his hand. As he strode forward, he heard a crackling sound, and one of Li Chengfeng's left legs was broken by him.

Li Chengfeng looked at Wang Mo with horror in his eyes, and he could only gasp because of the pain in his mouth. Obviously, the pain had made him forget to speak, and he only remembered being frightened. Obviously, he recognized who was coming.

He didn't pay attention to Li Chengfeng, simply bent over, clenched his fist with his left hand, and went straight down. In Li Chengfeng's painful, distorted and desperate eyes, he punched his dantian, and he looked like a deflated ball. , suddenly slumped to the ground, his whole body twitched, and he didn't even have the strength to hum.

Glancing coldly at Li Chengfeng, he took off the storage bag at his waist, and stretched out his hand to touch the big joints around his body one after another, only to hear a puffing sound, Li Chengfeng's sluggish body twitched again, and then he was gone again. He let out a breath, leaving his chest heaving slightly, as if he was still alive.