Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 941
Half an hour later, Daoist Hu looked towards Fang Yan, and saw that there was only a small drop of monster blood in the folded palms in front of Fang Yan, and it would be completely refined in a short time. Daoist Hu looked towards the wave behind him again.

During this half hour, the fluctuation behind him became more and more obvious, but under the pressure of the giant sword, Taoist Hu couldn't extend his spiritual consciousness too far, and naturally it was difficult to find out the truth, but only relying on this After half an hour of movement, Daoist Hu can guess the general situation of the monk who caused such fluctuations at the moment, and he is definitely not as comfortable as he is now. Thinking of this, Taoist Hu is more convinced of the choice of dialect. I am afraid that the cultivation base of the formation method must also be so laborious to do it, so it is not as easy as it is at the moment.

After a while, suddenly, a violent fluctuation passed by, and then a breath passed into the consciousness of Daoist Hu. It was indeed the monk that the dialect and Daoist Hu had met before. Although it was a few days late, he also They still caught up, and to the surprise of Daoist Hu, there were more than one person who came. Just at the moment when the monk's aura just flashed, another equally powerful aura flashed out, two mid-stage monks who were distracted?
Before he could make a sound, Fang Yan also found these two auras, and without making a sound, he continued to activate the exercises, introducing the last trace of monster blood power into his body, without further refinement, he immediately shouted at Taoist Hu: "let's go."

Facing two monks in the middle stage of distraction, if the other party does not have a high-grade spiritual weapon like the previous monk, the dialect is not afraid of them, but no one can be sure about this kind of thing, and this place is by no means a fight great place.

It's just that Fang Yan and Daoist Hu hadn't moved yet, and the two breaths were already approaching. It seemed that the two had been resisting the pressure of the surrounding sword array, and they didn't expect to meet others here, and an exclamation sounded.

Soon, one of them recognized the aura of Daoist Hu and the dialect, and immediately shouted: "I actually met again, it really is fate."

With one more companion, his confidence was obviously stronger. The monk seemed to recall the experience of a few days ago when he lost his status. Without further ado, he urged the magic weapon to cover the two of Taoist Hu and his dialect.

The other person noticed his companion's movements, and without any hesitation, at the same time urged the magic weapon to kill towards the dialect cage.

Are you an acquaintance?As soon as the two made their move, Fang Yan sensed the tacit understanding of their cooperation. It is not something that can be revealed by a temporary combination. Without years of experience, it is absolutely impossible to achieve such a state. Power, even if it is the top-level existence of the middle-grade spiritual weapon he believes, unless it is a very familiar companion, I am afraid it will not be displayed at will. In an instant, Fang Yan saw a flying sword slashing towards him, but the other person threw it. A magic weapon of a round shield covering the surroundings, this is the idea of ​​besieging himself and then killing and seizing the treasure.

Dialect didn't hesitate at all in his actions. Needless to say, the Star Burial Robe, the Fanjue body training technique was also activated, and then there was the Dawu Sword Formation. He didn't want to argue with them. It didn't mean that Fang Yan was afraid of disputes , but the dialect didn't have the intention to really fight with them, even if the aura of the two of them didn't seem to be at their best at the moment, it seemed that they had lost a lot during the previous journey, but it was just that the two distracted middle-stage monks teamed up and lost a lot of energy. It's just some spiritual power. For these people, there must be no shortage of supplementary spirits and panacea. Not to mention whether the current dialect can completely suppress the two of them, compared to the cave after the sword array, these two middle-stage monks are nothing. corpse.

What Fang Yan wants to do is to show his strength, even if he can't frighten them back, he must break through the opponent's bombardment, so that he has a chance to escape and continue to go deep into the portal. At worst, he must let them know It is not that easy to kill oneself. After all, this world is still a world of self-cultivation that respects strength.

"Sure enough, there are some means. The sword array already has the power of a high-grade spiritual weapon. No wonder it makes fellow Daoist Bai sluggish." Sensing the power of the sword light in the dialect Dawu sword array, the monk shouted, After preparing, he didn't have the surprised expression of the previous monk.

"Brother Qiao Daoist, don't be careless. The important thing is to get it as soon as possible. It's hard to say that no one else will come, and there will be a lot of trouble at that time." Urging the flying sword in his hand to slash vertically and horizontally, and at the same time reminding his companions.

"Brother Bai, don't worry, it's just that a cultivator in the early stage of distraction, even if he has the magic weapon to protect his body, can he escape? If it is true, as you said, we only need to kill him in this trip, whether it is This set of sword formations, or that defensive magic weapon, are all valuable things." Hearing what the monk surnamed Bai said, the monk surnamed Qiao said in a deep voice, with a lot of confidence in his words, and he even managed to avoid the opposite Dialects, as if they have already won, they want to share the spoils.

Hearing such brash words, Fang Yan couldn't help but sneered in his heart. If it wasn't for being in this sword array, if it wasn't for the gate over there, there might be a cave that is no less than the demon palace of Suoyao Tower, so let's see what happened. What confidence do you have to say this? Could it be because of the round shield that exists at the top of the middle-grade spiritual weapon?

"Give it to me." Suddenly, the Jinglei sword in front of Fang Yan changed from the initial eighteen to 36, and then the power of the Dawu Sword Formation increased, which was several times more than the original With a flash of sword light, he first repelled the flying sword in front of him, and then slashed towards the round shield outside Fang Yan's body. Dialect, who didn't want to entangle for too long, activated the greatest power of the Dawu Sword Formation, but he had to rely on With brute force, the surrounding magic weapons were blasted away.

"Ah?" The two people on the opposite side exclaimed at the same time. They didn't expect that the power of the sword array revealed by the dialect was not the strongest power, not even half of it. At this moment, the sword light was already Exceeding some high-grade spirit weapons of average quality, under a bombardment, the round shield that originally confined the surroundings trembled violently. If the monk surnamed Qiao hadn't urged it vigorously, it might have been blasted away.

Just a sword light is so powerful?

"Brother Qiao Dao, don't let him break through and escape. This person is very proficient in formations. If he returns, it will be difficult to find another chance." Cultivator Bai yelled, and in the yelling, he had already activated his flying sword again. At the same time, he spit out a little, and a breath poured into the flying sword. I don't know what it is, although it is not the essence of life, But suddenly, the aura of Feijian was raised a lot, and there was a faint aura of confrontation with the dialect Dawu sword array.

Feeling the power of the sword light in the dialect, and then seeing the actions of his companion, the monk surnamed Bai, the monk surnamed Qiao obviously understood the firmness of his companion, and immediately shouted: "Okay, if this is the case, then I will be accepted by the fellow Taoist." Together, such a magic weapon is enough to be worth the wear and tear, and that kind of sword light power must not be something he can easily trigger, it only takes a moment, and even if we don't do it, he won't be able to sustain it." While speaking, Qiao While cultivator surnamed activated his round shield magic weapon, he threw out another thing casually.

"Haha, good." Sensing the aura of this thing, Cultivator Bai uttered joyfully, and the flying sword in his hand became even sharper, and he slashed towards Dialect one after another. He also agreed with his companion's judgment. What is the strength of the early stage gods, these monks in the middle stage of distraction are naturally very clear. Although the opponent's strength is beyond ordinary, but it is only relying on the power of magic weapons. Now, Qiao Daoyou has thrown out this Fubao talisman No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it will be affected. The monk surnamed Bai who is thinking about it seems to have seen the light of victory.

(End of this chapter)