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"Then... what is that?!"

A disciple of the Qinghu Gang exclaimed, but before he finished shouting, an elemental spirit beast had already opened its bloody mouth and swallowed him alive, and its jagged fangs easily crushed his body It became dust.

At this time, a formation pattern emerged on the water-logged ground, ancient and obscure, perfectly controlling the ten spirit beasts.

In the blink of an eye, three Primordial Realm cultivators had been killed, and the rest of the Qinghu Gang disciples and casual cultivators panicked.

Suddenly, a short figure rushed into the crowd, his shoulders sank, his not muscular body seemed to contain infinite power, and he slammed against the waist of a Qinghu Gang disciple.

"The faces of the heavens!"

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the disciple of the Qinghu Gang felt that a mighty force broke through his body, severely breaking his waist, and his whole body flew up obliquely like a kite with a broken string.

It was the first time for Xiaodouzi to use the physical appearance in actual combat, but he didn't feel nervous at all, as if he had infinite confidence in his own appearance, changing back and forth, either attacking or defending, running freely and horizontally in the slippery rain with.

As the rain was getting heavier, Yuan Futu walked slowly, looking at the enemies who were fighting fiercely with the spirit beasts and Xiaodouzi, his eyes were as cold as ice, and his hands kept changing in front of his chest, maintaining the magic formation of hundreds of beasts.

With his current strength, it is already the limit to be able to derive ten spirit beasts, and these spirit beasts are all composed of illusory lines, which are far from the formations he saw in the underground palace at that time, let alone the eighth-level beasts. I'm afraid it didn't even reach the power of the fourth level, but even so, it still had an unexpected effect.

Pong!

At this moment, a large swath of rain was surging in front of my eyes, and I saw an extremely thick giant sword cut down out of thin air and smashed on the blue stone brick.

The stone bricks cracked, and the powerful destructive force was released quickly, causing the ground in a radius of several feet to collapse, and the two spirit beasts nearby were involved, and disappeared immediately.

Yuan Futu raised his eyebrows, looking at the casual cultivator who was also in the realm of the Dharma God, his long fiery red hair was fluttering in the wind, not soaked by the rain at all, the scorching breath was flowing all over his body, and traces of flames swarmed on the surface of his body with.

"Fire element primordial?" Yuan Futu saw the opponent's details at a glance.

The red-haired loose cultivator stood proudly in the center of the formation pattern, using himself as the axis, fiercely swung the huge sword weighing hundreds of catties.At this time, Yuan Futu noticed the groove carved on the blade, about the thickness of a finger, spiraling from bottom to top, and the flame spread rapidly along this groove, and finally reached the tip of the sword, the accumulated power When it was cast out suddenly, it looked like a wild dragon breathing out flames. The scorching heat swept the scene, and the cold rain suddenly turned into steaming white mist.

Bang bang bang!

His sword is like a fan of fire, wrapping all the surrounding spirit beasts in it, refining them instantly.

The seven-color brilliance in Yuan Futu's hand suddenly dimmed, the formation was invalid, but he didn't hesitate because of it, on the contrary, as if he had been prepared, the Zhuhuang Sword in his hand had quietly submerged into the white mist, and the water element hidden inside was true. Under the special attribute of the split attack, Yuan was divided into two, then into four, and finally turned into eight translucent blue sword shadows.

"drink!"

Sensing that the crisis was approaching, the red-haired loose cultivator raised the broadsword horizontally, almost blocking his whole body, and the eight blue sword shadows all landed on the thick blade, making a muffled bang, powerful The force of the impact caused his body to continuously retreat, and his feet dragged two deep marks on the ground.

Yuan Futu looked at the eight dimples on the blade, narrowed his gaze, and said, "It's actually a god-level spiritual treasure."

For practitioners in the realm of the God of Law, it is quite a luxury to be able to use a god-level spirit treasure, but his god-level spirit treasure is a bit strange, all the advantages are concentrated in the material, so that it is too bulky , but the defensive power is extremely strong. Generally speaking, it can be regarded as a very rudimentary god-level spirit treasure, and it is estimated that there are only 1000 million spirit stones in Jushen Tongbao.

At this time, Xiaodouzi was still fighting with other practitioners. Relying on his tyrannical body and the flexible steps of "*****xiang", it seemed that he was fighting big with small things, although he could not go head-to-head with these strong men Fight, but enough to hang around for a while.

The red-haired Sanxiu broadsword moved half an inch away, exposing half of his pale cheeks to stare at Yuan Futu, and said in a deep voice: "The suzerain has ordered that anyone who dares to approach here will die."

"Sect Master?" Yuan Futu sneered, "Shen Wuyu is so anxious to become the sect master, I don't think he is too far away from stepping into the gate of hell."

The red-haired loose cultivator raised one arm, and he lifted the huge sword straight up, without moving a muscle. The flames flowed in the grooves, like winding and agile red snakes.

The intense heat was coming, Yuan Futu only felt that his hair was curling. He knew that time was running out and he had to fight quickly, otherwise when reinforcements arrived, he would really become a turtle in an urn, a bird in a cage, and he would have no choice but to escape. There is no escape.

Therefore, you must win with one blow!

"Fifteen times mysterious heavy sword!"

The same sword, Yuan Futu didn't swing it when facing the Ziye Canglong, but at this moment, he no longer has any scruples, and it is mixed with the sword intent of the brave sword, seeing death as home, fearless in the world!

"Pure Yang Fiery Sword!"

The red-haired casual cultivator took a sudden step forward, breaking the stone bricks, and the huge sword had already slashed towards him, bursting with flames, like a fire dragon soaring into the sky, with overwhelming momentum, it directly met the seemingly unremarkable yellow sword shadow.

The moment Zhu Huangjian covered with a thick yellow air current touched the giant sword, it let out a sword cry.

boom!

The front part of the giant sword exploded, exposing the unknown metal that had been tempered for thousands of years.

"Impossible!" The red-haired Sanxiu turned pale with shock. His sword was known for its defense. How could it be destroyed so easily? It must be a fake.

But the next thought completely shattered his conjecture, it was a completely desperate thought.

The violent and heavy power of incomparable pierced through the giant sword, causing the inside of its body to make a crackling sound, and finally extended to his arm. The swollen blood vessels burst open immediately, blood splashed everywhere, and then came to the ferocious And it went up, so that the whole shoulder was blown into minced meat, and finally hit the brain directly.

Pong!

It was like a huge wooden stick hitting the watermelon, it was a crisp and happy explosion, and the warm blood and brains were sprayed in the rain.