Big dreamer

Chapter 1070 Sneak Attack

As Shen Luo walked out of the canyon, the terrain ahead suddenly opened up, and a vast plain appeared. There were clumps of low shrubs growing everywhere on the horizon. At a glance, they looked like small bulging earth bags.

As he walked, he took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the previous battle, although the consumption was not large, Shen Luo decided to replenish his points first to maintain the best condition as much as possible. .

Shen Luo walked along the plain. He had no intention of finding Zhao Tong. He just walked around to see if he could find any chance treasures.

Not long after the Spring and Autumn Temple was restored, money was flowing like water. Although Shen Luo left the position of the temple owner to Qin Ming, how could he really be a hands-off shopkeeper who didn't care about anything?

You have to save what you should save for your family, and you still have to earn what you should earn.

If the immortal clan he met earlier had not had a weak aura and was at least in the middle stage of Mahayana cultivation, Shen Luo would have definitely wanted to take away the storage ring of the one-horned demon clan before leaving.

"Oh, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are when you're not a family member..." Shen Luo sighed, clasped his hands behind his head, and walked slowly.

I don't know how far ahead, there was a sudden roar, which shook the ground beneath Shen Luo's feet.

The momentum is not small, could someone be fighting again?

While Shen Luo was thinking about it, he saw a golden beam of light rising suddenly in front of him, shooting straight into the sky.

Accompanying it was a rather powerful wave of spiritual energy that spread in all directions.

"There's a baby!" Shen Luo's eyes suddenly lit up.

Without any hesitation, his figure flew straight up, turned into a ray of light, and headed straight for the golden light.

At the same time, there were also rainbow figures speeding towards that direction in the surrounding wilderness, and the flight speed of two of them was no slower than Shen Luo.

However, Shenluo was closer and was still the first to arrive.

After landing, the golden light that shot up into the sky had disappeared. On the ground not far in front of him, it shattered to reveal a circular pit, with water rippling faintly visible inside.

He hurried forward and saw a pool of water with a radius of three feet accumulated in the pothole. It was filled with spiritual energy, and a light mist emerged on the surface of the water.

"This is...a spiritual spring?" Shen Luo was a little surprised.

In this secret realm, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is forbidden, and it is almost a lawless place. How can the spiritual energy accumulate into spring water?

"No matter, put it away first and then talk."

Shen Luo shook his head, without thinking much, raised his hand and took out seven or eight bottles and jars, and began to use the water control technique to control the spiritual liquid, turning it into thin streams and flying out of the pit, flowing towards the bottles and jars. .

The spiritual spring is not large in area, and the amount of spiritual liquid accumulated in it is limited, and it is quickly drained away by the sink.

When he was about to leave, there was a sudden sound of piercing the air behind him, and a purple arrow tore through the void and reached his back in an instant, so fast that he could not dodge at all.

At the critical moment, the golden light behind Shen Luo suddenly brightened, a dragon roar sounded, and the dragon horn cone immediately appeared behind him, just blocking the arrow.

There was a loud "boom".

The dark purple arrow hit the dragon horn cone, causing the golden dragon shadow that had just appeared on the cone to instantly collapse.

The dragon horn also hit Shen Luo hard on the back, sending him flying for dozens of feet. He finally managed to stabilize his body.

Shen Luo turned around and looked at the sky behind him angrily.

The clothes on his back instantly froze, and there were bursts of extremely cold breath. The Huangting Sutra technique in his body immediately started to work, and a warm breath spread along the back of his spine, slowly dispelling the coldness.

A handsome man wearing light armor was standing in the air, and beside him was a long-tailed woman with a downy face. They were none other than Qisha, a strong man from the demon clan, and Yao Huali, a civet cat.

When Shen Luo looked at Qisha, Qisha was also looking at Shen Luo. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was a little confused.

"He actually blocked Lord Qisha's Dragon Crying Cold Water Bow. That strike just now made Lord with the intention of killing him." Hua Li couldn't help but cover his mouth and shouted softly.

Qisha ignored her, and pulled the silver-purple bow in his hand again, and a purple arrow condensed with mana light appeared on it. The arrow pointed directly at the center of Shen Luo's brow, and the light at the tip of the arrow condensed, gradually forming a spiral airflow. .

This arrow is closer, uses more mana, and has more complete momentum.

"It is indeed the late Mahayana period..."

For a moment, Shen Luo felt that all his energy seemed to be involved with that arrow, and he couldn't help but frowned.

He even had a feeling that once the arrow was shot, it would be impossible for him to dodge it.

Shen Luo snorted coldly and clasped his hands in front of him. The dragon's horn cone glowed with golden light, and a dragon's shadow head protruded from the top of the cone and wrapped around the cone's body, as if it was also accumulating strength, waiting for the explosive blow.

"call"

There was a sudden sound of wind.

Shen Luo and Qisha coincidentally released their killing moves instantly.

The Youzi arrow was faster and arrived in front of Shen Luo in an instant. The dragon's roar on the dragon's horn cone shook the sky, and the original texture of the dragon's horn was revealed, and it hit the arrow without reservation.

There was a loud "bang" sound.

The purple arrows and the golden light of the dragon's horn exploded at the same time, blooming like a ball of gorgeous fireworks.

"Yunlong gathers cold water, and the rivers and seas turn into ice." It was like a prophecy, softly chanted from Qisha's mouth.

In the light of the exploding purple arrows, a huge cloud dragon phantom emerged, spitting out billowing cold air, instantly freezing the dragon horn cone and the golden light that exploded on it.

The icy power of the void spread, and the ground within a radius of a hundred feet was covered with frost in an instant. Shen Luo stood there stiffly, and the edges of his clothes, the hair and the eyebrows were all stained with white frost.

"Good..." Seeing this, Hua Li immediately clapped his hands and cheered. At this moment, on the Suzaku Square outside the secret realm, the central area of ​​several huge suspended mirrors projected the scene of Shen Luo and Qi Sha fighting.

There were crowds of people around, and the cheers were deafening. Various handicaps were also seizing the opportunity to ask people to bet on this battle.

Shen Luo vs. Qi Sha, the odds of winning or losing are 1 to 121, the odds of life and death are 1 to 33, and the odds of a draw are 1 to 150.

In the eyes of these people, it is easy for the two to win or lose, the probability of life and death is not high, and the possibility of a draw is even more negligible.

Bai Xiaotian was still joking with Lu Huaming before, but now he couldn't help but get a little nervous.

The previous Hanging Sky Mirror had already projected several fights, two of which were about the Seven Killers, and the demon cultivator and two immortal cultivators who had fought with him before had all been beheaded.

He had the same opinion as those who were betting crazily, and felt that Shen Luo had little chance of winning.

On the high platform, Cheng Yaojin saw this scene and frowned.

He did not support the convening of the Three Realms Martial Arts Conference, but the other three tribes strongly promoted it, and the national teacher Yuan Tiangang also agreed on the surface, so he had to compromise in the end.

But he did not expect that Shen Luo would actually participate in it, and he could only sigh in his heart.

Under the martial arts stage, Chen Shiyuan and Yu Hai were also in the crowd, staring at the Hanging Sky Mirror, cursing in their hearts.

It was a pity that Shen Luo would die in the hands of the Seven Killers before he found Zhao Tong.