Retrograde fairy way

"Huh!" Yu Chengwei seemed to wake up from the severe pain. Seeing countless fire dragons and wind blades sweeping towards him, he slapped the storage bag on his waist and sacrificed a small red copper blade. bell.

A flash of brilliance flashed, and the copper bell swelled instantly, emitting a translucent cover to protect it.

Ping-pong boom, countless low-level spells flooded the sky, causing dust to fly all over the sky, as if the sky was collapsing and the ground was sinking.

"Wow, junior, I won't let you go!" Yu Chengwei, as the master of alchemy, suddenly struck a heavy blow under the serious injury, and the injury was affected by the shock of his mind, and a bloody arrow spurted out immediately.

Yu Chengwei stared at the two of them with resentment on his face. As a master of alchemy, he was not only rampant in the cultivation world, but he was also a respectable figure in this area. When was he ever humiliated like this?

What's more, it was spread by two juniors who had established the foundation. He didn't need to cultivate immortality or seek longevity, but just find a piece of land to bury himself.

Seeing Yu Chengwei's ferocious face, Wang Mo's expression changed, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he flicked his wrist and stomped his epee to the ground. A deep pit suddenly appeared on the ground amidst the rumbling sound, and Wang Mo jumped up violently. In the middle of the sky, he slashed straight into the dust and mist.

He has been observing Yu Chengwei's situation with his spiritual sense. Although the copper bell-like defensive treasure is not a magic weapon, it is a top-level spiritual weapon, and it is even more powerful when Chengwei's vitality is infused.

If he was allowed to recover, it would be very difficult to escape the pursuit of an alchemy guru this time, even a seriously injured alchemy monk.

Regardless of exposing his back to Pontur for an attack, Wang Mo believed that Pontur would not lose sight of the situation at this time, so he kept hitting the copper bell with the Can Jin Cone, and at the same time slashed its body with the epee .

Its own thunder-type true energy is the most powerful against the damage to the consciousness. Wang Mo believes that as long as the epee hits the body of the copper bell, it is enough to make Yu Chengwei, the envoy of the copper bell, fall into a short-term trance again.

Don't underestimate this short moment, it is enough to affect the overall situation in the battle, Wang Mo does not expect to seriously injure him with a single blow, after all, the opponent is a master of alchemy, and there is a big difference in realm, which is not enough for ordinary foreign objects to make up for.

"Boom and clang!"

The epee was wrapped in a bitter wind, and it slashed straight at the copper bell like a crushing one.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Yu Chengwei's mouth, and he was secretly thinking about how to make the two of them together after he calmed down. In his opinion, the two of them were only in the middle and early stage of foundation establishment, so how could they break the top defensive spirit of his envoy? device?

But in the next scene, before Yu Chengwei had time to enjoy himself, he fell into a brief dizziness again, and the tingling pain from his consciousness made him even have no time to prepare.

"puff!"

Hitting with all his strength, Wang Mo was also overturned by the powerful counter-shock force, and retreated a dozen steps on the ground one after another, each step creating a deep hole in the rock.

While Wang Mo's whole body was surging with qi and blood, his chest felt oppressed for a while, and he couldn't help spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing Yu Chengwei's situation at this time, the corners of Wang Mo's mouth turned up slightly. He was right, Ponturi did not attack him at this time, but took advantage of Yu Chengwei's loss of consciousness, and quickly threw a few disposable rounds Ball instrument.

Changing from her submissive appearance before, her fat cheeks are full of hideous colors, which can be described as arrogant.

Amidst the rumbling sound, Yu Chengwei's figure was submerged again.

Wang Mo was not idle either, the imperial envoy Can Jinzhuo flew up and down, this is the best time to break the copper bell, how could he relax!

There was a crunching sound from time to time, like an ice layer that was about to break at any time. The two of them could be said to be going all out at this time, and for a while, the sky was full of sand and stones again.

It's not hard to imagine what will happen to that copper bell-shaped defensive artifact!

"Fellow Daoist Wang, don't keep your hands this time. If you give this old thing a chance, we'll tell you what to do here!" Pang Tuli kept taking out various one-time explosive treasures from the storage bag, and directed the plantain fan The spiritual weapon kept emitting spells, and opened its mouth to shout to Wang Mo.

"Naturally, I will save it, and I must not let this person go!" Wang Mo agreed, thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

Pontuli seemed rough and smiling all the way, but in Wang Mo's view, he was a tiger with a smile on his face, who would stab him from behind at some point.

However, this time is not the time to think about these things. Wang Mo's whole body cultivation for this battle can be said to be obvious. Before he practiced all the way, when he never paid attention to external things, when he got Tang Zhenye's body memory, he was forced to leave.

Seeing that Pang Tuli didn't want money like throwing disposable treasures all over the sky, Wang Mo's eyes lit up, he fumbled from his chest, and grabbed several storage bags.

All of them were printed with a uniform character of 'refinement', and after taking a look at Pontury, seeing that he didn't pay attention, he quickly hung it on his waist, took out a large number of talismans and sprinkled them on Chengwei's place.

It lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the two spared no effort to throw one-off treasures into the field, and the dust filled the sky as if covering the sky.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The two looked at each other, panting for a while, the hesitation was too violent, and the spiritual sense couldn't keep checking, so they stopped their movements and watched the situation inside together.

If under such a strong blow, Yu Chengwei cannot be severely injured, then it can only be said that Master Jiedan is too terrifying, and the two of them are out of luck.

Just when the two were lucky and hoped that Chengwei would be seriously injured or even killed directly, the dust and mist flying all over the sky stopped suddenly, and then turned back with a bang.

It was as if there was a violent wind blowing towards them, and then the coercion of Mount Tai descended on the top of the two of them suddenly.

"not good!"

Wang Mo snorted secretly, he didn't expect that under such a strong blow, Yu Chengwei was fine, and even showed such a terrifying aura.

Ponturi's pale face, which was already pale due to excessive consumption, suddenly turned snow-white. Facing such coercion, how could he not guess that it was the coercion of Grandmaster Jiedan.

But at this time, there is no one who can have such coercion than Yu Chengwei, who was beaten by the two of them together before like a dead dog.

"Jie Jie, junior, I won't kill you easily!"

In the dust and mist, there was a frightening sound of grinding teeth, which shows how much Chengwei's resentment towards the two of them has reached at this time!

"escape!"

Before he had time to think about it, Wang Mo suddenly jumped back with force from his feet. Although he didn't know what secret method Yu Chengwei used to restore his cultivation, but it was obviously not something he could resist to be able to exert such coercion.

Pontuli's fat body trembled, and he wanted to chase after Wang Mo.

At this moment, as if the clouds and mists in the sky were pushed away by an invisible hand, a bright light suddenly appeared!

"Stab!"

An unbelievably fast sword, and then suddenly appeared in Chengwei's embarrassed figure!

With disheveled hair, a tattered blue robe, scarlet eyes exuding endless hatred, staring at Ponturi, he has a deep memory of this fat man.

If it wasn't for Ponturi detonating the emerald golden python, which made him suffer a terrible loss, how could he have ended up in such a state?

If he hadn't risked his cultivation base to fall in the end, swallowed the elixir, activated the secret method, and paid such a price, he would have been blasted to death by the low-level spells that filled the sky!

Come to the cultivation world, is there any alchemy master who was forced to such a degree by the juniors?

Full of resentment and resentment, Yu Chengwei wanted to kill the two of them here at all costs!

Before the magic weapon Flying Sword came into his body, Pontuli felt a stabbing pain in his back, before he had time to think about it, he grabbed the plantain fan from his waist, turned over and resisted.

"Pfft!"

What made Ponturi feel desperate was that the magic weapon flying sword cut the plantain fan in half like cutting tofu, and a bloody arrow spurted out with a huge shock, and the defensive spiritual weapon on his body flashed suddenly with a wave of vitality.

With the blocking of the plantain fan, the unstoppable blow of the magic weapon Feijian was slightly eased, but it still hit Ponturi straight.

"Bang! Kacha!"

"Wow!"

Pontuli felt a huge force coming, and the defensive spirit clothing on his body cracked and turned into rags. Fortunately, with this block, the terrifying sword was finally offset.

Gu Lulu tumbling for a while, Ponturi was swept away by the sword like a meat ball, struggled to get up, but finally fell to the dust, no more movement, no life or death.

"Hey hey, jie jie!"

With a sword strike, Yu Chengwei let out a strange laugh, and he galloped forward automatically without wind. He didn't kill him directly, obviously he wanted to torture him.

Having learned the painful lesson of flying into the air before, Yu Chengwei never dared to rely on his cultivation to fly into the air again, and fell down twice in a pit, then he was not stupid, but a direct idiot.

At this moment, he just wanted to catch Wang Mo who had escaped, and use the most vicious and cruel method he knew to torture the two of them, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

There was movement behind him in his ears, and Wang Mo exerted his strength again. It wasn't that he didn't want to defend against the enemy with Ponturi. At this time, the coercion emanating from Yu Chengwei's cultivation was not as terrifying as the alchemy master he had come into contact with. , but far surpassed the powerhouses in the late foundation establishment stage.

This kind of cultivation is definitely not something that two people who have consumed a lot can resist. Turning around to meet the enemy at this time is just sending them to death.

"It's near!"

"Pfft!"

A sword came to him, and there was a bloodstain on his left shoulder instantly. Wang Mo gritted his teeth and continued walking, ignoring the movement behind him.

"Jie Jie! Little bastard, this sect will make you regret coming to this world! Hehehe!" Seeing Wang Mo's eagerness to run for his life, Yu Chengwei hangs behind him leisurely, and shoots a few sword lights from time to time. There were bloodstains on Mo's body.

Looking at his blood-soaked appearance, an unspeakable pleasure rose in my heart, like a hairy mouse.

"Oh!"

It was only a few tens of meters away, and Wang Mo could reach it in the blink of an eye at ordinary times, but after repeated battles, he was exhausted, and Yu Chengwei's flying sword left countless bloodstains on his body.

There were bursts of blackness in front of his eyes, and finally he bumped his head in front of the stone gate!

"Whoosh!"

Wang Mo exhausted all his strength to prop up his body and try not to fall to the ground, panting and turned around, leaning against the stone gate and looking at Yu Chengwei.

"Hey, little bastard, how does it feel to kill yourself?"

Yu Chengwei paced forward slowly, with a playful look on his face, as if everything was under control.

"Ahem!" Although Wang Mo was covered in blood, he didn't feel panicked at all. He glanced at Yu Chengwei who was hysterical, and pressed his left hand behind his back suddenly.