Seeing that all the flying swords were about to be taken away and suppressed by the Qiankun Xuanhuo Tower, Shen Luo suddenly shot out from his sleeves and hit the high tower in mid-air with incredible speed.
"Falling treasures and gold coins..." Yan Lie exclaimed in a low voice.
Almost instantly, the light on the Qiankun Xuanhuo Pagoda dimmed, and the Xuanhuo Black Dragon that flew out from under the base quickly shrank. The pagoda also shrank rapidly, returning to a height of about one foot before falling from mid-air.
The eleven Pure Yang Flying Swords regained their freedom and rushed towards Yan Lie again.
Yan Lie knew that the Dustless Fan could not withstand the Pure Yang Flying Sword, so he had to sacrifice the Qingtian Inkstone. However, when he was about to make a move, he was worried that he would be knocked down by the Falling Treasure Money again. In this moment of hesitation, he lost the opportunity.
When he sacrificed the Qingtian Inkstone and turned it into a small mountain to block in front of him, a figure had actually passed from under the inkstone and came right in front of him.
Shen Luo leaped into the air, and swung the Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick in his hand into a full moon. The shadows of the sticks followed closely behind, condensing into a huge golden stick shadow, and smashed down towards Yanlie on the head.
The golden stick shadow stirred up the wind and clouds, and the mighty power of heaven pressed down, and Yanlie was unable to resist in a panic.
But just as Shen Luo was about to smash down with his stick, a cloud of black mist suddenly rose in front of Yan Lie, and a tall figure quickly emerged from it, with a huge round shield raised high, blocking Yan Lie's head.
The golden stick shadow fell down with a loud bang, causing an earth-shaking roar!
The round shield was hit by a huge force and shook violently. The black light on the surface exploded, revealing a distorted and deformed animal head relief.
The golden stick shadow also disintegrated and turned into starlight and dissipated.
Shen Luo stood in the air and looked through the smoke and dust, and saw that there was one more person there. He was wearing a strange black armor that covered his entire body. His body reflected a metallic luster, and his figure was like a Buddhist Vajra. Behind his back, there were several strong arms raised high, and in his hands were weapons of different shapes.
"Six-armed dragon?"
Shen Luo felt that it seemed familiar, but when he looked carefully, he found something wrong. The man in black armor had eight arms behind him.
In addition, in addition to the six weapons in his eight hands, namely the vase, the golden bell, the giant sword, the giant hammer, the shield, and the chain, he also held a silver mirror and a metal umbrella.
However, no different from the six-armed dragon, the ferocious dragon head on the armored head and the two red dragon eyes were like living things, also bursting with terrifying evil spirit.
"Eight-armed sky dragon?" Shen Luo asked.
"Not bad, you have some vision. It's a worthy death for you to die under this eight-armed heavenly dragon armor." A voice came from inside the black armor, and it was Che Qingtian.
Shen Luo felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and felt that this sentence seemed somewhat familiar.
He didn't say anything more. He silently took out two pills and swallowed them. He held the Xuanhuang Yiqi Stick in one hand and put the other hand behind his back. Eleven Chunyang Flying Swords were hung side by side behind him.
Che Qingtian was wearing black armor, with a flash of blood in his dragon eyes. His eight arms turned one by one, and the silver mirror in his hand suddenly flashed a silver light, like the light from the sky, extremely bright.
No one else around noticed this light. It seemed as if it was aimed at Shen Luo alone. Only he felt his eyes stimulated by the strong light. When he wanted to close his eyes, it was too late.