Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

The monster doesn't know how tired he is. He constantly attacks Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan can always escape easily, which makes the monster feel a great fire. In its view, Yang Xuan is like a loach. Whenever he wants to fall into his hands, he can't slip away.

In Yang Xuan's eyes, the monster in front of him is just a little more powerful, plus an annoying skill. In addition, there is not even any point that can threaten Yang Xuan.

One minute is enough for the ugly monster to shoot three times.

This is a seemingly insignificant number. After all, under normal circumstances, at Yang Xuan's speed, one minute is enough for him to make hundreds of shots. Compared with this, the speed of three times a minute is not fast, but just like a snail.

But you know, Yang Xuan is now in the pressure field generated by this monster. His speed is dozens of times faster than normal. Therefore, if Yang Xuan is a little careless and is accidentally hit by a monster, there will be only one end for him, and he will die miserably on the spot.

From the vibration when the mace hit the ground after the monster failed every time, the strength of the monster is several times that of Yang Xuan.

However, with the previous experience of avoiding attacks, Yang Xuan can't handle the monster's attacks more easily. After all, although this pressure field can limit Yang Xuan's speed of action, it will not affect Yang Xuan's speed of thinking. As long as Yang Xuan's reaction is fast enough, even if he slows down his speed dozens of times, that time is enough for Yang Xuan to avoid the attack of the monster.

The first of the monster's remaining three attacks fell on Yang Xuan's head. The wolf toothed stick sounded like a wind. It seemed that he had enough strength to kill Yang Xuan. But Yang Xuan was already ready. Lingli took him to move sideways and easily avoided the attack.

"Just a little, come and hit me. You hit me. I'll have your last name today. But what's your last name and what's your mother's last name?" After Yang Xuan escaped the monster's attack, he made a face at the monster and said. The monster didn't know whether he understood Yang Xuan's attack, but Yang Xuan didn't care.

The monster found that his attack failed again. He couldn't help being impatient. He raised his mace again and waved it to Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan made it like a method and once again escaped the attack of the monster.

"Ah ah, kneel down." The monster whispered, raised his mace and shot Yang Xuan again. Yang Xuan was not in a hurry to avoid. From the previous moves of the monster, Yang Xuan had figured out the details of the monster. His strange pressure field is really useful and powerful, but that's all. Although the strength of this monster was rated as the eighth realm by Xingyun, it is estimated that it is only the eighth realm of the body. Yang Xuan has no fear of this monster without the ability to hurt people in the air.

The remaining spiritual power in the cyclone of Liyan formula was divided into two parts in Yang Xuan's body, which were not equal. One of them is used to control Yang Xuan's body to avoid the monster's attack, while the other part is condensed on the black dragon corner, ready to launch an attack on the monster when the monster's pressure field cannot be connected after the monster's third attack fails.

Even if he didn't succeed in this attack, Yang Xuan can also take this opportunity to switch skills.

After all, although Yang Xuan's skill switching in the past was a moment, in the pressure field, if Yang Xuan gave up using spiritual power to resist pressure, he might get hurt.

But when Yang Xuan had nothing to do with everything, the mace in the monster's hand fell down again, and Yang Xuan rushed in the direction of the monster. Yang Xuan must be close to the monster if he wants to solve it as quickly as possible at the end of the pressure field.

The mace in the monster's hand was naturally dodged by Yang Xuan again, but this time, Yang Xuan didn't hear the loud noise that had sounded several times.

Yang Xuan felt a little strange in his heart, so he used his divine sense to explore the situation behind him. But it didn't matter. At a glance, it made Yang Xuan jump.

When the wolf toothed stick in the monster's hand was about to touch the ground, he found that Yang Xuan, like a loach before, avoided his attack. The wolf toothed stick stopped abruptly less than ten centimeters from the ground. Then, the monster came sweeping towards Yang Xuan's place with a mace.

Because before, the monster would only repeat the simple actions of lifting and smashing, Yang Xuan didn't expect that the monster would change its moves. The sudden move of the monster made Yang Xuan cry bitterly.

At this time, he was less than ten meters away from the monster, and although the spiritual power in his body was not exhausted, it was not enough to support Yang Xuan to move forcibly again. The length of the mace in the monster's hand is three meters. It is almost impossible for Yang Xuan to escape from the attack range of the mace before the mace reaches him at his current moving speed without spiritual support.

The wolf toothed stick brought a roaring wind towards Yang Xuan, which made Yang Xuan feel cool in his heart. After thinking quickly in his mind and finally determining that he could not escape the powerful blow of the monster in any case, Yang Xuan finally gave up the struggle, but still ran the smoke step to make his body lighter, so he closed his eyes and prepared to meet the blow of the monster.

The roaring wind almost sounded in Yang Xuan's ear. Yang Xuan closed his eyes and began to count silently in his heart. I don't know how long later, he suddenly felt his body light.

"Am I dead? Is this the world after death? But why don't I have any pain? It should be very painful when I hit me just now. Is it true that the power of the monster's blow just now is too strong to let me die before I have time to feel the pain?" Yang Xuan was thinking about it in his heart. After all, the strength of the monster was evaluated by Xingyun as a monk equivalent to the eighth realm. It's not surprising that he could have such strength. But when Yang Xuan was still thinking, he suddenly found a burst of white light in front of him.

In this darkness, the white light is like the morning glow tearing through the night, which is particularly dazzling. Yang Xuan quickly opened his eyes to see the situation outside.

A small figure stood in front of the mace and stretched out an arm to block the monster's blow. But when Yang Xuan saw the real face of Xiaoqiao's figure clearly, he was stunned.