No wonder the other party looked confident, it turned out that there was a real magic weapon for spiritual defense and a magic weapon that could destroy the opponent's magic weapon!
Moreover, the identity of this skinny old man with a pale green face was higher than that of the grey-clothed Heavenly Circle cultivator, and he was obviously also a Heavenly Circle circle cultivator.
While Tie Ce's sallow-faced cultivator Zhou Tianjing looked at the moonlight wheel in his hand, his face changed drastically, and the thin old man, who had no need to scruple to defend himself under the cover of the yellow umbrella, also sacrificed magic weapons one after another. , Attacking towards Tie Ce five people.
The grey-clothed Zhou Tianjing cultivator that Wei Suo had seen at the market in the north of the city actually sacrificed a complete set of magic weapons. His magic weapons looked like a pair of fish bones when he sacrificed them, but the one sacrifice When it came out, it turned into dozens of white lights and struck towards the five of Tie Ce.
The other three monks sacrificed a silver gleaming seal, a blue wooden fish, and a yellow axe respectively.
As soon as the four magic weapons were sacrificed, the two thick lightning shields the size of door panels displayed by the monk in linen were instantly torn apart like pieces of paper. The two clouds of yellow mist hovering in front of the five people on Tie Ce's side suddenly merged together, forming a thick yellow earth wall. The four instruments hit the earthen wall, causing yellow dust to fly, but they were firmly blocked.
But the short black-robed cultivator who used this technique obviously turned pale, and directly swallowed two Qi recovery pills. It is obvious that this extremely defensive technique is almost impossible for him to cast once. To exhaust all the true energy in his body.
"Nangong Yuqing!"
Seeing that his side was completely at a disadvantage, the sallow-faced Zhou Tianjing cultivator headed by Tie Ce's side gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and shouted at Nangong Yuqing, shaking his hands at the same time and shot out a dark golden bead , hit the yellow umbrella covering the heads of the other five.
There was a sneer in the skinny old man's eyes just now, as if he felt that the other party could not break through his spiritual defense magic weapon, but he saw the dark golden bead hitting the yellow umbrella, but it suddenly and silently Exploded, a group of dazzling dark golden light was released.
In the eyes of the skinny old man who suddenly became extremely horrified, his yellow treasure umbrella melted silently in the dark golden light, and more than half of the umbrella surface was directly reduced to ashes.
While the sallow-faced cultivator Zhou Tianjing shouted sharply, Nangong Yuqing understood it, and with a sudden sound, the fragment of her magic weapon was activated.
At the same time as the yellow umbrella was defeated, the blue light transformed from the fragments of her magic weapon passed through without hindrance, and arrived in front of the skinny old man in an instant.
Seeing that the skinny old man was about to be killed by Nangong Yuqing's magic weapon fragments, a golden bronze mirror flashed from his chest. With a sound of "铛!", a hole was punched out of the bronze mirror, the aura was dissipated and it fell down, but this resistance also made the skinny old man move aside, and the blue light that was going to pass through his forehead , but with a bang, only one of his ears was cut off.
"Ah!" The skinny old man screamed, covering his wound in shock. But Nangong Yuqing's five people also completely changed their expressions.
The dark golden bead of the sallow-faced young cultivator Zhou Tianjing and the fragment of Nangong Yuqing's magic weapon were already in the bottom of the box on their side, but the blow they aimed at the skinny old man only caused him to suffer lightly Injured, unable to kill it.
"retreat!"
A piercing voice came from the mouth of the sallow-faced Zhou Tianjing young monk. Following the flashing of the two door-like thick thunder shields again, all five of Tie Ce rushed into the corridor behind them, and the continuous use of yellow energy in the hands of the monk in black turned into balls of loess that kept piling up, as if to Seal all the corridors behind them.
"I want to leave after being hurt! Come back to me!"
But at this moment, the skinny old man who had just recovered from the joint blow of the sallow-faced young monk Zhou Tianjing and Nangong Yuqing let out a snarl, and the white gourd turned out to be loess that had never closed. Passed through the gap and shot behind the five of Tie Ce, with a sneer, black water spurted out.
All five of Tie Ce's expressions changed drastically, they stopped abruptly, and with a bang, they were forced to break through the earth wall they had set up by the black water pouring in from the large canopy, and retreated.
The five people chasing from the skinny old man formed a semicircle and surrounded the five of Tie Ce's people. When the five people of Tie Ce were still in shock, they cast spells to resist the spells and magical weapons issued by the five people on the skinny old man's side. The monk in white quietly appeared in the corridor behind the five people without making any sound.
This young monk in white has red lips and white teeth, handsome and unrestrained, but extremely sinister. While appearing like a ghost, a cloud of white mist appeared from the white cassock on his body, blocking all his breath and mana fluctuations.
As soon as he appeared, he winked at the thin old man whose ear had been cut off in the distance, and secretly took out a magic weapon like a transparent ice edge from his bosom.
"Let you all see my other spiritual weapon!"
The skinny old man seemed to have known that this white-clothed monk would appear for a long time, and he yelled in a bluffing manner, attracting all the attention of Tie Ce's five people, while waiting for the shot of the white-clothed young monk who secretly surrounded him. The skinny old man knew very well that this white-clothed cultivator was also a cultivator at the first stage of the Heavenly Stage, whose cultivation base was almost the same as his own, and that this person also had a few powerful magic weapons on him, and his strength was not inferior to his own.
In his opinion, at least two or three people would be killed by the other party.
But what made him feel like he saw a ghost was that he yelled in a bravado right now, saying that he still had a magic weapon of the spirit level, which attracted all the attention of the five opponents, and that this was the best time for the cultivator in white to make a surprise attack , but the friar in white was actually stunned there and didn't make a move.
"Could it be that you are really an idiot when you wear a white dress?" The skinny old man whose ear had been cut off almost crooked his nose.
But at this time, the friar in white who sneaked up from behind also felt that he had really seen a ghost.
The monk in white had already seen the bodies of Liu Sanpao and "Han Yingyan" before, but at this moment when he was about to make a move, he saw in disbelief that Han Yingyan's body was now behind the skinny old man and the others. The corpse crawled up very flexibly. And waved at him.
Just as he was in a daze, with a bang, a black skull and a black light shot out from the hands of this incomparably flexible man who got up, and rushed towards the skinny old man who hadn't had time to react .
Nangong Yuqing and the others were all dumbfounded as they watched a corpse suddenly get up flexibly, and shot at the skinny old man.
Before she and the other four of Tie Ce realized what was going on, the skinny old man's head was cut off by the black light. At the same time, the skinny old man's body was also covered by a terrifying black skull. He fell to the ground.
"who?"
Just as the grey-clothed monk and the others all had their hairs blown out, they desperately cast their defensive magic weapon, and turned around, the person who killed the skinny old man in a sneak attack had already slid more than ten feet to the rear and right side, and at the same time Very quickly released two mysterious ghost shields to block his front, and shouted loudly: "Nangong Yuqing, be careful that there is a sneaky little boy behind you sneaking up on you!"
"It's you!"
Nangong Yuqing yelled almost at the same time as the gray-clothed friar. One is just excited, the other is extremely horrified, like seeing a ghost.
With a sound of "嗤", at the same time Wei Suo yelled, the white-clothed monk reacted, and a blast of extremely cold air spewed out from the icy edge-like magic weapon in his hand, which suddenly turned the sallow-faced man Cultivator Zhou Tianjing and the short black-clothed and sackclothed monks were all frozen in a piece of solid ice.
At the same time, a gleaming, sharp, cone-like magic weapon appeared in his hand.
This insidious white-clothed monk seemed to have seen that only these three people on Nangong Yuqing's side had stronger defenses, so he restrained these three people first, and then assassinated them with powerful magical weapons.
But what made the white-clothed monk's hair blew up, and his pants were almost wet with fright, was that he suddenly saw a shirtless Feng Lingyan standing not far from him, looking at him with puffy eyes.
"Why is there a wind spirit here suddenly!"
The white-clothed monk let out a scream, and immediately hit Feng Lingyan, who was not far away, with the black cone-like magic weapon in his hand, and at the same time hurriedly sacrificed a small white shield.
Just like that, with a slow, cracking sound, the piece of solid ice was broken by a ball of fire from Liu Wu, and the sallow-faced monk Zhou Tianjing and others got out of trouble.
But Feng Lingyu, who was pierced by the black light cone, remained motionless, staring at the white-clothed monk with puffy eyes.
"Damn it! It's fake!"
The monk in white who was so frightened that his pants almost got wet finally came to his senses.
"Zixiao Sanren were also killed by you?" The grey-clothed Zhou Tianjing monk looked at Wei Suo with an uncertain expression, and said coldly. Originally, Wei Suo was obviously just a low-level cultivator in the Divine Sea Realm, and he didn't think so at all, but just now he killed a skinny old man who was stronger than himself under his nose, and he was more powerful than him before. Zixiao Sanren, who was stronger than him, also seemed to have died in his hands, and now his heart was filled with chills, but for a while, he didn't dare to make a move against Wei Suo.
"I killed a lot of people today, so I'm a little confused." Wei Suo held the Yin Phosphorus Sword in his hands with some fear, but at the same time he shook his head in a very pretentious manner, and said, "What are you talking about?" The purple-robed old man who killed me by the pool, or the guy in yellow who I met with you at the market in the north of the city just outside?”
"What, even the Wendao Pavilion was killed by him!"
Of course, the grey-clothed monk and the others didn't know that Wei Suo was deliberately bragging. When they heard that the yellow-shirted monk had been killed by Wei Suo, the faces of these people suddenly changed. They looked at Wei Suo as if they really saw each other. Ghostly.