Chapter 1102: The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole follows behind
"How dare he take action?"
The pupils of the twenty-seven monks present shrank.
The thirteen monks who were attacked quickly reacted, activated their magic weapons, and blocked them in front of their chests. But the next moment, there was only a loud banging sound, and all these magic weapons shattered and were cut in half with a single knife.
"What a powerful sword!"
The faces of the monks present changed slightly.
The power of this sword alone may have exceeded the scope of ordinary imperial weapons.
"Here is the golden lock. Whoever can snatch it will belong to him."
Qin Nan suddenly shouted loudly, and like thunder, it exploded across the entire mountain range.
With a flick of his finger, a dragon-shaped golden lock turned into a golden light and flew rapidly towards the sky.
"This is… "
The monks present were breathless.
The monks in other places in the mountains also widened their eyes.
They never expected that Qin Nan would take the initiative to give up the golden lock at this critical moment.
However, they were not fools, and they quickly understood that Qin Nan's intention of throwing out the golden lock was to divert their firepower and make them compete with each other, and then take action when the fifth hour was approaching.
After all, if you take action at that time and grab the golden lock, you can advance directly without having to be hunted down by the major monks.
This kind of thinking is not limited to Qin Nan. There are hundreds of monks in the mountains, but only more than 20 people take action to besiege Qin Nan. That is because the others have the idea of taking action at the last moment and want to catch the mantis. The cicada, followed by the oriole.
"Rob!"
A monk shouted sharply, and a series of ladders appeared under his feet, causing his speed to surge, and he rushed towards the golden lock.
Whoosh whoosh!
It wasn't just him, streams of aura erupted from the mountains. Some transformed into giant rocs, some stepped on ancient swords, and some merged with human souls. All kinds of methods were overwhelming.
Every monk knows the truth behind the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind.
However, just because there are too many people who want to catch the cicada while the oriole follows, the geniuses who wait for the last moment to take action are undoubtedly the most numerous, and the battle is also the most intense.
Those of them with slightly inferior cultivation might as well do the opposite and seize the golden lock first, then use their own trump cards to protect it and advance to the second level.
Although this is a huge risk and full of uncertain factors, the only hope is to take action.
In less than a few breaths, there were at least fifty monks in the sky. They clashed together, and a shocking explosion erupted. Visions abounded, brilliance shone, and the dragon-shaped golden lock was in a position. In the monk's hands, it was turned around, with no definite result.
"I thought you wouldn't let go. Then let's see who is the mantis and who is the oriole."
Miao Shan and the others stared at Qin Nan for a few seconds, then spoke, and then flew away.
Qin Nan glanced at their backs, then turned to look deep into the mountains. He moved his left eye and could see that there were powerful auras in the mountains, dormant and ready to go. .
The real strong ones have not yet taken action.
"I'm really looking forward to it. What will it be like at the last moment?"
Qin Nan muttered to himself, inserted the Sky-Breaking Sword beside him, sat cross-legged, and watched the battle in the sky.
The reason why he made such a move was not because he had no ability to fight his way out, but because the battle for the emperor's life had just begun. If he was seriously exhausted and injured at the first level, then the gain would outweigh the loss.
Of course, Qin Nan didn't throw out the dragon-shaped golden lock at the beginning. That was because it took too long and many changes would occur. If someone took the dragon-shaped golden lock away, wouldn't he have missed the opportunity
Time passes bit by bit.
In the sky, more and more monks are participating in the battle.
Whenever someone tried to obtain a golden lock and tried to escape, he would either be besieged from all directions, or some monks hidden in the mountains could no longer sit still and intervene.
Finally, with five hours to go and three thousand breaths left, a man with long hair and shawl suddenly rose into the sky from the mountain range, bursting out with the aura cultivation of the peak Martial Ancestor.
"Long Soul Hook Order!"
The man let out a loud roar, and the fifth-grade heaven-level martial spirit suspended behind him turned into a long black rope, flying rapidly towards the sky, passing through many monks, and holding the dragon-shaped golden lock, He directly rolled it up, pulled it back hard, and pulled it in front of him.
"not good!"
The expressions of those monks all changed.
"Goodbye!"
The man showed a bright smile. An imperial talisman in his hand was quickly burned, and waves of void power quickly enveloped his figure.
He had rehearsed the scene just now many times, so he was very skillful, without any pause or delay.
"Is this thing actually so easy to get?"
A thunderous sound exploded.
I saw a huge figure standing up from the mountains. A big hand sprayed out countless runes and enveloped the man's body. The man froze and the imperial runes in his hands stopped. burned.
"He is the giant casual cultivator ranked 79th on the Emperor's List!"
"He finally couldn't help but take action!"
The more than fifty monks in the air were all shocked, but the next moment, they unleashed imperial arts that filled the sky, pouring down like a flood.
"You can be as big or small as you like, and the world of mortals always comes."
The giant was well prepared. He shouted loudly and unleashed a forbidden technique. His huge body quickly shrunk, and in the blink of an eye he was only half a man tall. Not only that, an ancient vortex was born under his feet, emanating from it. Waves of miraculous power came out, trying to pull his figure into the mortal world.
"wishful thinking!"
"Severing the Xu Jiuhan Sword!"
"Mengfa three thousand spiritual threads!"
At this moment, deep in the mountains, there were three powerful auras, rising into the sky, an illusory palace, a wonderful ice sword, and three thousand silver filaments, all coming at once, Extremely powerful, extremely powerful.
Qin Nan swept his left eye.
Although he didn't know these three people, he could roughly tell that the cultivation levels of the three of them were on par with the giant, and there was even one person who was even better than the giant.
The giant's expression changed, and without any hesitation, he threw the dragon-shaped golden lock in his hand directly.
He still underestimated the geniuses present. If he forcibly held the dragon-shaped golden lock, I'm afraid he would be severely injured!
The three monks immediately stopped their attacks and began to fight for the dragon-shaped golden lock. The giant, the long-haired man, and the monks in the sky still refused to give up. They either retreated and waited for the opportunity, or they fought together and used all their methods.
Boom boom boom!
Explosions continued!
At this moment, five hours away, there are still eighteen hundred breaths left!
(End of chapter)