"Rock Talisman!"
"Aoki Talisman!"
"Fireball Talisman!"
"Thunder Talisman!"
The red-clothed friar's defensive technique has a unique rebounding force, which is very unique. When other spiritual light shield spells are used, the mask is outside of other magic weapons, but once he casts this magic technique When he came out, he pushed out the Golden Crow Magic Shield and the white Spirit Devouring Shield that were almost split in two in front of him.
It seems that if he has enough magic shields, he can even cover all the magic shields on the outside of this blister-like aura. In this way, the defensive power of this aura mask must be greater, and it is not easy to be broken.
But in this way, it also gave Wei Suo and Han Weiwei a chance to desperately attack his Spirit Devouring Shield, which could destroy magic weapons.
The two of them smashed any magic talisman they caught, and it took only a split second for the monk in red to react, and when he took back his rare spirit-eating shield with a livid face, the small shield that was burning with white phosphorous fire Many holes have been punched in the body, and the inspiration has been greatly lost.
"I don't believe that you, a casual cultivator in the Divine Sea Realm, have more protective magic weapons than me!"
Seeing that the power of the fourth-order ice cone talisman had passed, the dark-faced monk in red stretched out his hand and shook out a magic weapon like a yellow handkerchief, which instantly turned into a square yellow magic shield and blocked it in front of him. .
It's just that this yellow magic shield is obviously not made of fine gold jade or monster bone and armor materials, but is made of some kind of extremely strong silk material.
"This is a defensive magic shield refined from the thousand-year-old golden mulberry bamboo silk. It can also be more than a half-spiritual weapon, but it won't damage the magic weapon. You can chop it casually!" The green-robed old man probably hasn't been to the fighting scene in person for 20,000 years. , screaming with excitement.
"Use the big knife I gave you to chop casually, there is nothing wrong with this magic shield." Wei Suo took back all the magic symbols in Han Weiwei's hand, stopped attacking, and inspired the blue mask again, wholeheartedly began to defend themselves.
The green-robed old man was very excited, and it was really cool to activate different talismans one after another, but now Wei Suo still felt a little heartache unconsciously, after all, these were all burned spirit stones.
"Okay!" Anyway, Han Weiwei felt that Liu Sanpao's disguised sword was very easy to use, and immediately inspired Liu Sanpao's sword, and slashed fiercely on the golden mulberry bamboo shield.
The ashen-faced monk in red didn't even look at the big knife that Han Weiwei inspired, because the material of this perverted big knife was not under his flying sword, and he had no choice but to rely on Wei Suo for now. He and Han Weiwei had no choice but to use their flying sword, so they killed Wei Suo first.
As for Han Weiwei, the cultivator in red still had illusions in his heart, thinking that if he killed Wei Suo, he should be able to capture him alive.
After all, Han Weiwei's beauty is also very coveted by him, and he wants to cultivate it several times to enjoy himself.
For a moment, both sides ignored each other's offensive magic weapon, and slashed at each other desperately.
"Crack!" With a loud bang, the power of the Flying Sword cultivator was quickly revealed. Although the attack power seemed to be only slightly stronger than the big sword disguised by Wei Suo, his attack speed was almost twice that of the big sword.
Because an ordinary magic weapon like a big knife will automatically fly back to the monk's hand after being fired straight out, and then it needs to be concentrated again to stimulate the true essence. But his flying sword slashed hard with a bang, and after being blocked by the magic shield, he could slash again without stopping after a hover. And it's just that the cultivation base of the monk in red has not yet reached the level of mind-splitting, so he can't use the real sword control technique. Now he is just using some kind of technique to control the flying sword. Otherwise, the attack speed of the flying sword and The power is even higher.
Almost just for a moment, with this explosion, the black iron magic shield behind Wei Suo was smashed and fell like a broken fan.
But at the same time, Wei Suo crushed a pink bead in his hand.
A peach-colored red cloud instantly enveloped the area around twenty or thirty feet around Wei Suo and Han Weiwei, making it impossible to see where they were.
"Red Cloud Miasma Dharma Orb!"
The red-clothed cultivator's face turned ugly again, he controlled his flying sword, and waited for Wei Suo and Han Weiwei's shots to determine the specific positions of Wei Suo and Han Weiwei.
The rusty broadsword and a glistening gourd immediately came out of the thick red cloud.
"Let's break your magic weapon first." The red-clothed monk's eyes flashed sharply, and the green flying sword immediately slashed down on the white gourd.
In his opinion, after all, if the big knife couldn't be broken, the white gourd shouldn't be difficult to destroy. Moreover, the red cloud formed by the Red Cloud Miasma Dharma Orb can only last for half a stick of incense, he can consume it slowly, and wait for the red cloud to dissipate.
But at the moment when his green flying sword was about to slash on the white gourd, a puddle of black water suddenly spewed out from the white gourd, and the green flying sword that was soaked in it was suddenly dimmed, and green smoke rose from it. Many holes appeared.
The white gourd was cut in half by the green flying sword, but the monk in red screamed as if he had seen a ghost, "Corpse water!"
"Haha!" At the same time, Wei Suo, who was wrapped in a thick red cloud, heard the incomparably excited laughter of the green-robed old man again, "This guy is really unlucky, just in time for my big shopping to end. So many things, pile up They all killed him."
Amidst the maniacal laughter of the green-robed old man, Wei Suo carefully took out a blue-black bag, poured his true energy into it, and directly struck at the green flying sword whose aura was dimmed and whose speed had also dropped. go.
The blue-black bag instantly turned into fly ash, and a large cloud of faint blue and black phosphorous fire splashed out, completely covering the green flying sword.
"Zizizizi!"
A little bit of firefly-sized phosphorous fire touched the flying sword, and all of them adhered to the green flying sword, burning the flying sword non-stop.
"Yin phosphorous sand! There are so many vicious magic weapons on your body!"
When the monk in red screamed, all the aura on the green flying sword disappeared and fell down like a piece of ordinary iron. Immediately, he didn't even look at the flying sword anymore, turned around and ran away crazily.
"Do you dare to take advantage of my flying escape magic weapon?"
Wei Suo unhurriedly sacrificed the somewhat ugly Bai Yuhe, and at the same time asked Han Weiwei beside him.
"Of course, have you seen any monks who dare not take the magic weapon?" Han Weiwei immediately followed Wei Suo and stood on the white jade crane.
Bai Yuhe immediately rushed out of the thick red cloud staggeringly.
The cold sweat of the red-clothed monk was rolling down, and he no longer had the usual arrogance at all. His flying escape technique was no match for Wei Suo's white jade crane. He was trying to escape when he suddenly noticed someone on the left side in front of him. His eyes bulged up.
Before he knew it, Wei Suo and Han Weiwei had already flown in front of him, turning their heads to look at him coldly.
"There is an injustice, and there is a debtor. I just took people's spirit stones to eliminate disasters for others. I have nothing to do with you. Let's leave a thread and give us a way to survive, okay?" Seeing that he could not escape, the monk in red begged for mercy. up.
"I'm talking about this brother. In fact, we do have some feuds." Wei Suo said expressionlessly, "Do you still remember that you asked for a prefecture-level stove room? Back then you were Forcibly snatched the room with the fireplace from me."
"Are you that little casual cultivator?"
The monk in red looked at Wei Suo and yelled in disbelief.
"Why, doesn't it look like it?" Wei Suo raised his hand, and the mixed-gold short spear in his hand shot out, and it hit the golden mulberry and bamboo shield in front of the monk in red with a snap, "You let me You have lost a lot of magic tools and talismans, if you can leave everything on your body and leave Lingyue City naked, maybe I can still leave you alive."
"I'll give you all my spiritual stone bag, and there are four to five thousand low-grade spiritual stones in it." The red-clothed monk yelled. Kill all at once.
"Weisuo, who is that person coming behind him? Could it be his helper?" Han Weiwei yelled with a pale face at this moment.
The red-clothed monk suddenly burst into ecstasy, and turned his head to look. But as soon as he turned his head, Wei Suo and Han Weiwei seized the opportunity to slash at the magic shield in front of him with their broadswords and dark golden short spears. The golden mulberry and bamboo magic shield finally couldn't bear it, like a piece of silk It broke apart.
"Are you really shameless, you still lie to me at this time?" The monk in red let out a stern howl of grief and indignation, because the mountains and forests behind him were empty.
But at the moment when he let out this sharp howl, Wei Suo's white jade crane had already bullied him within ten feet of him, and the two red bracelets turned into two red lights, hitting his chest at once, directly Just go through his back.
boom!
The monk in red fell heavily to the ground, his hands and feet twitched for a moment, and then he couldn't die anymore.
Bai Yuhe also landed.
"Wow!" Han Weiwei couldn't help but vomited to the side as soon as she got off the white jade crane.
"No way? Wei Suo, you actually cultivated her well? Be careful that her senior sister catches you and beats you to death!" The green-robed old man suddenly exclaimed in disbelief.
"It's your size." Wei Suo looked at Han Weiwei who was spitting and spitting, and said speechlessly, "Just now you said so brilliantly, what did you say that you saw a monk who dared not take the magic weapon of flying away, and now you take it After a while, you vomit like this, are you ashamed?"
"Blame me?" Han Weiwei's face turned pale when the monk in red was fooled just now. She finally stopped vomiting and looked at Wei Suo's white jade crane speechlessly, "You are still a magic weapon for flying away Is it? Shaking like this. I have never seen such a magic weapon of flying and escape."