The young man in the air smiled lightly, "If you insist on having these two two-headed dogs, I don't mind killing two more people. Anyway, the things on you must be more valuable than these two two-headed dogs."
"Even though senior is a cultivator at the second level of the Heavenly Zhou Realm, don't speak so utterly." Hearing what this strange man said, Feng Zhiyou's expression turned cold, and he said in an extremely bad tone, "Don't you think you're alone? Can it withstand the siege of so many of us?"
While speaking, Wei Suo saw that Feng Zhiyou had already taken the wonderful yellow Ruyi with phantom light in his hand.
Wei Suo immediately winked at Han Weiwei, and Han Weiwei immediately sacrificed the Spirit Devouring Shield shining with white scaled flames, and then took Liu Sanpao's big knife from Nabao with a bit of a bitter face. It was taken out of the bag.
Ordinary monks at the second stage of the Heavenly Zhou Realm would definitely not be able to deal with so many people, but seeing this strange young man with such confidence, Wei Suo really wanted to beat him up, but he was also afraid that he would be accidentally killed by such a man. The guy used some powerful magic weapon to get rid of it.
"I'll give you one last chance to choose." The young man sneered disdainfully: "Either leave immediately, or be killed by me."
"Since there's nothing to talk about, what are you talking about?" Feng Zhiyou also sneered, which directly aroused the yellow wishful in his hand, and at the same time, he also said, "Anyway, we all don't know each other. They are all casual cultivators, if you don’t say anything about killing you, no one will know.”
Feng Zhiyou's words were intentionally or unintentionally addressed to Wei Suo, for fear that Wei Suo would be afraid of the young man's background and would not dare to fight him. A cultivator with a double-level Zhoutian Realm is also not sure of victory.
Wei Suoke also directly and secretly touched the real little black arrow of spiritual rank in his hand.
Anyway, this person Wei Suo and Han Weiwei didn't know each other, and he was going to kill them all as soon as he opened his mouth. He was definitely not a good person. Wei Suo had no scruples about such a person.
Seeing that the yellow Ruyi inspired by Feng Zhiyou turned into two, turned into four, and changed more and more, the young man didn't seem to move at all.
But at this moment, just behind Feng Zhiyou, the yellow-robed monk with the lowest cultivation level suddenly released his slightly bent dagger-like magic weapon, hitting Feng Zhiyou on the back of the neck. superior.
Feng Zhiyou's vestment seemed to be a vestment with good defensive power. The dagger of the yellow-robed monk was not even half-spiritual, but Feng Zhiyou's vestment could not protect his neck. At such a short distance, Feng Zhiyou only had time to tilt his neck slightly. Blood gushed out suddenly on the left side of the neck, and a horrible wound appeared.
The yellow Ruyi that had inspired most of it lost the support of its true energy and immediately fell down.
Feng Zhiyou clutched his wound tightly, although it seemed that he couldn't see death for a while, but he was already so injured that he couldn't even make a move.
"Guo Ziqi, you!"
While the skinny old man yelled in disbelief, a blue light shot out from his hand, hit the yellow-robed monk's body, directly opened a blood hole in the yellow-robed monk's chest, and knocked him upside down.
But the yellow-robed monk was like a zombie, with a dazed expression on his face.
"Ecstasy-like spells!"
All those who saw this scene turned pale immediately.
"Let me do it!" Han Weiwei shook her hand, quickly took out a pill bottle, and poured all the viscous medicinal liquid on Feng Zhiyou's wound, and the wound that Feng Zhiyou held tightly stopped bleeding immediately , but because of the excessive blood loss, he couldn't even speak, so he sat on the ground, reluctantly took out a elixir, stuffed it in his mouth, and started to adjust his breath.
"Huh?" Seeing that Han Weiwei stopped Feng Zhiyou's blood-spitting wound so quickly, the young monk in the air was a little surprised.
"Don't look into his eyes!"
When he met the young monk's eyes, Wei Suo saw a green light flash in his eyes, which made Wei Suo dizzy.
The expression of the big man surnamed Zhu Jinyi who was not far from Wei Suo also became a little dazed. After Wei Suo yelled, the big man surnamed Zhu Jinyi suddenly came back to his senses, and wiped his face with an ashen color. Put in a cold sweat.
"Two cultivators of the Zhoutian Realm? Now there is only one left." The young cultivator showed a soft smile, and his exposed teeth gleamed like the teeth of a poisonous snake.
Then, the young monk unhurriedly used the blood blade, which was one foot long, to fly up another twenty feet.
This height of fifty or sixty feet is already beyond the range that Wei Suo's current consciousness can accurately judge and lock.
Just when Wei Suo was thinking about what method to use to deal with this person with an ugly face, the young monk unhurriedly activated a string of white rosary instruments that he had been holding in his right hand.
When the twelve white rosary beads fell apart, they were suddenly separated, surrounded by a burst of white light, and turned into twelve bone warriors as tall as a man, holding a big bone sword in one hand, and a large bone shield in the other.
"laugh!"
The small black arrow of spiritual level in Wei Suo's hand was fired directly without any hesitation.
Wei Suo was very uncomfortable with the aura emanating from the twelve skeleton warriors, who were half a head taller than Wei Suo, and he decided to destroy the cultivator's suit first. Let's talk about magic tools.
A cloud of black light gushed out from Wei Suo's hand, and instantly smashed the shield and the arm holding the shield in the hands of a bone-and-skeleton warrior who was rushing towards Wei Suo and Han Weiwei.
"Spiritual magic weapon! Boss, you are so powerful!" The big man in brocade clothes surnamed Zhu squeezed into Wei Suo's side at some point, obviously leaning against the big tree to enjoy the shade.
But Wei Suo's face became even more ugly.
The white mask cast by the monk dressed as a middle-aged scribe in a green shirt was cut through by two bone-skeleton warriors in an instant, and the two black iron shields cast by the strong man in black leather armor , was slashed by the two skeleton warriors who jumped over afterwards, and deep marks appeared on the shield.
The power of the bone swords and white shields of these bone skeleton warriors is almost half-spiritual, and each bone skeleton is equivalent to a half-spiritual magic weapon!
And these bone skeletons don't need to be controlled after they are cast, that is to say, at this moment, it is equivalent to twelve monks casting half-spiritual offensive magic weapons at the same time.
No wonder this monstrous young monk would be so arrogant, and he wanted to kill them all as soon as he said it.
"Dare to destroy my magic weapon! Very good! I will make your life worse than death!"
Seeing that Wei Suo had maimed a bone-skeleton warrior as soon as he made a move, the young man in the air suddenly had a painful expression on his face and roared.
Wei Suo directly treated him like a pig, and ignored him at all. With a snort, he fired a small black arrow again, and a ball of black light passed by, directly smashing the head of a white skeleton to pieces.
This time the young man's nose was almost crooked, the blood blade pressed down, sank more than ten feet in an instant, and at the same time, he circled his hands and issued a spell.
"Chi Chi Chi Chi!"
There was a loud bang, and the ground shook, like an earthquake. Bone spurs as tall as a person and as thick as a gleaming white arm protruded from the feet of everyone around them.
Wei Suo, Han Weiwei, and the monk surnamed Zhu were all wrapped in the cyan mask. Five or six white bone spurs pierced through the ground, but many cracks appeared on the cyan mask, causing Wei Suo and the others to shake their feet and stand up. unstable.
Feng Zhiyou, who was seriously injured, the black-armored man wielding two black iron shields, and the unattractive short, fat monk were lucky, there were no bone spurs protruding from the place where they were standing.
The muscular man with well-developed limbs had a bone spur sticking out just in front of his nose, and it barely missed his nose, which made his eyes almost become cross-eyed in fright.
The skinny old man and the middle-aged scribe in the blue shirt were still the same monk who was injured by a two-headed dog and sat on the ground to heal his wounds, but they did not have such good luck. Just as a look of horror appeared on the faces of the three of them, they were killed. The bone spurs on the lower part of his body pierced through from bottom to top.
Three monks at the fifth level of the Divine Sea Realm were directly killed by a group attack technique of this week's second level monk at the Heavenly Realm!
"Crack!" Wei Suo with a gloomy face destroyed another white skeleton warrior.
Because after inspiring this magic technique, the young monk's true energy seemed to be consumed a lot. He swallowed two Qi-returning pills, and then flew upwards, beyond the range that Wei Suo could accurately attack.
"Very good, this one of yours is a real magic weapon of the spiritual rank. If I destroy my three bone magic beads, I will kill you to get this thing, and I will not lose."
The young monk sneered and stretched out his hand to grab it, and the other nine magic beads turned back into white rosary beads and flew back into his hand, only the half-skeleton that was half-mutilated by Wei Suo at the beginning was still dangling in place . At the same time, a ferocious green light skull melted into the hands of the young monk and fell down.
With a bang, at the same time that a black iron shield was smashed and the cyan mask outside Wei Suo and the others was broken, the unremarkable short and fat monk was also hit by a scattered green streamer, and a scream came He fell to the ground, motionless.
The muscular man and the black-armored monk immediately gathered beside Wei Suo with pale faces.
Wei Suo also leaned towards Feng Zhiyou slightly at this time, protecting the seriously injured Feng Zhiyou.
"Brother Li, here you are. This talisman should be able to pull him into your attack range." A touch of emotion flashed across Feng Zhiyou's eyes, and he also stopped refining the healing pill, and reached out to take it out. He took a silver talisman and handed it to Wei Suo.
"Second-order True Magnetic Talisman!"
When Wei Suo took a look, there was a gleam of joy in his eyes, and he inspired this talisman without saying a word.
A burst of silver light passed by, and the young monk and the blood blade under him sank at the same time, falling more than thirty feet suddenly.
Han Weiwei's ice dragon and Wei Suo's small black arrow rushed towards this strange young monk immediately.
With a muffled sound of "poof", Wei Suo and Han Weiwei couldn't help swearing at the same time in their hearts. One side was covered with countless runes, forming a black square shield with a tiger head pattern. He appeared in front of him, blocking his and Han Weiwei's blows.
This magic shield is actually a real spiritual defense magic shield!
This mysterious and ruthless young monk seems to have more powerful magic weapons and magic weapons than Wei Suo.