On the ground, a formation platform emerged, with a diameter of twelve feet, which was an ancient battle formation.
Feng Feiyun and Ling Donglai each stood on one side of the formation, facing each other across the air.
Both of them are the most outstanding talents of the new generation, and they are often compared by others, and they are the objects of worship of young people all over the world.
Although Feng Feiyun had won a rank 3 peak spiritual weapon in his hand, Ling Donglai was still not afraid, saying: "Lord God King, be careful, Tianjiao duel, fists and feet have no eyes, if there is any mistake, don't do it. Any complaints."
"Nature is like this, naturally it is like this." Feng Feiyun said with a smile.
Ling Donglai showed his hands, and seven swords spirit tools flew out. Five of them were first-grade spirit tools, and two were second-grade spirit tools. The spirituality of the spirit tools was stimulated at the same time. rise.
Two black ancient swords, like two sharp dragons.
A purple iron ring, constantly expanding, expanding, and changing.
A piece of bronze war sword, simple and atmospheric.
A real picture scroll, outlines the soul, graffiti hundreds of ghosts.
A bone soldier, white bones, and awe-inspiring evil spirit, with all kinds of magic on it, and countless totem beast marks.
A seven-pointed iron tower, only the size of a palm, covered with rust, and a blue light lit inside.
These seven spiritual artifacts surrounded Ling Donglai's body, and seven dazzling brilliance erupted, and the spiritual light was like seven little suns of different colors.
Some senior cultivators at the half-step giant level did not have spiritual weapons, but Ling Donglai mastered seven spiritual weapons by himself.
Feng Feiyun did not use the Celestial Cudgel. Although the Celestial Cudgel was a top third-grade spiritual weapon, after all, Feng Feiyun had not yet used it, so it was not easy to use. Ten layers of power could not exert five of them.
"Wow!"
A white light.
Feng Feiyun took out the white stone giant sword, which was seven meters long, and the blade was as wide as a door, as if holding a half-moon.
"what!"
Feng Feiyun found that the white stone giant knife had opened a small opening, and the metal brilliance was flowing on the opening.
The stone of the white stone giant knife is extremely hard, comparable to a spiritual tool, when did it crack such a hole
Feng Feiyun couldn't allow Feng Feiyun to carefully investigate the mystery of the Great White Stone Sword. Ling Donglai had already launched the attack first. Seven pieces of spiritual weapons were fired at the same time. The fighting power of the spiritual weapons was completely inspired. "Wrap around on the spiritual tool.
Feng Feiyun stepped on the reincarnation at a high speed, carried the giant white stone sword, pulled out the long sword energy, and went up to fight.
"Bang!"
Feng Feiyun's physique is strong, and the tyranny of the undead phoenix is fully revealed, as he shuttles between the spiritual weapons and resists the fighting power of the spiritual weapons.
The light of the sword and the light of the spirit weapon interweaved, and a violent battle sound erupted.
Ling Donglai gave a sneer, Feng Feiyun is too careless, he actually wants to use a sword to fight a spirit weapon, since that's the case, I'll send you on your way.
"boom!"
Ling Donglai's control of the seven spiritual tools has long since reached the level of perfection.
The brilliance of the seven spiritual tools was even more prosperous, such as seven stars in a row, which were formed into a string and blasted towards Feng Feiyun.
"The fourth sword of "Dragon Emperor Sword Art", Dragon Emperor Batian."
Feng Feiyun felt the murderous intention of Ling Donglai.
In the body, the roar of the alien beast kept ringing, as if a wilderness was growing, a surging force was stimulated from the blood and bones, and a knife split a spiritual tool into a crack.
"Snapped!"
The purple **** ring cracked a thin mouth, and a faint spiritual light overflowed in it.
"How did the giant white stone knife become so sharp that it can actually split all the spiritual tools?" Feng Feiyun glanced slightly at the top of the giant white stone knife, and found that there was another sharpening in the blade. The big one cracked, and the brilliance of the metal inside became stronger.
The destruction of a spiritual tool did not affect Ling Donglai's offensive.
Feng Feiyun also quickly restrained his mind, and shot again, this knife is even more fierce, a large white dragon rushed out from the blade, and split the second spiritual tool into a crack.
"Crack!" It was the same crisp sound again.
The second spiritual tool was damaged, and it was the seven-pointed iron tower, which had a crack.
The spiritual tools used for sacrificing and refining are all top-notch materials, and the spiritual tools are naturally harder, even if they are preserved for thousands of years, they will not be damaged.
It is difficult for the giants to destroy the spirit tools.
Feng Feiyun is only at the third level of destiny, but he has smashed the spiritual tool twice in a row. Could it be that his power is really so strong
Ling Donglai naturally didn't believe it, it was definitely the reason for the knife in his hand!
The monks in Guiyuan were also a little surprised. If two spiritual weapons were damaged in a row, even if Donglai's luck was great, they would not be able to hurt them. After all, these were spiritual weapons, not Chinese cabbage.
"What is the soldier in Feng Feiyun's hand?"
"But it's just a stone knife!"
"Above the blade of the stone knife, two metal brilliance faintly flashed, and there seemed to be something wrapped in the stone skin."
It is not a strange thing for a giant-level character to smash the spiritual weapon, but Feng Feiyun, carrying a stone knife, can smash the spiritual weapon to pieces. , which is no small matter.
How sharp is this
This stone knife was obtained in the Infinite Tower, and it was originally in the hands of a stone man.
The witch also escaped from the immeasurable tower, and there was a faint trace of the influence of the stone knife in her mind. Her beautiful eyes stared at the giant knife in Feng Feiyun's hand, showing a suspicious look, thinking of something thing.
"Shh, shh..."
Feng Feiyun's body is full of strength, full of surging blood.
"Dragon Emperor Guanri!"
A white rainbow rushed out from above the blade and dragged out a thick beam of light that shot straight into the sky.
"Ow!" Long Ming sounded.
The knife light flew down and slashed on the third spiritual tool.
This is an ancient scroll of real people. It is woven from tortoise gold and mysterious silk. It is a hundred times stronger than iron. There are hundreds of ghost images on it. It was torn open by a knife. For the sake of green smoke, disappear with the wind.
The third spiritual tool was completely useless, and even the tool spirit in the ancient scroll was cut off.
Donglai also felt distressed. After all, it is a spiritual tool, which can be placed in other immortal gates. It can be used as a treasure for teaching and passed down through the ages, but under Feng Feiyun's sword, the spiritual tool is like a Chinese cabbage. One knife.
"Shh!"
Ling Donglai took back the four spiritual tools and the two damaged ones, and put them around the body.
Feng Feiyun crossed the knife immediately, with a majestic fighting spirit rising from his body, and said with a loud laugh: "You also try to pick me up!"
Feng Feiyun's body bounced up, holding the knife in both hands, and there were war spirits of alien beasts wandering on his arms, the shadow of the soul rushed towards the blade, and a white rainbow of swords fell towards Ling Donglai's head. He hurriedly cast out six spiritual weapons and went to resist.
"Boom, bang, bang, bang!"
There were four spiritual tools, which were directly cut open by Feng Feiyun, split in half, and fell to the ground like scrap iron.
Only the two second-grade spirit weapon-level black war swords were not damaged, but the light was dim, and the formation was slashed by the sword light.
In an instant, five of Ling Donglai's seven spiritual tools were damaged, which is equivalent to losing a large amount of wealth.
Feng Feiyun didn't give him a chance to breathe, and he shot again, and the sword light was even worse.
At the moment when Feng Feiyun raised the knife, he seemed to hear the sound of gold and stone hitting the blade, and it sounded like the sound of water rushing through the waves. This was not the sound of the blade breaking the wind at all.
Feng Feiyun's second knife fell, and the power was even more ferocious.
Although Ling Donglai was surprised by the sharpness of the white stone giant sword, he was not panicked. He put the two ancient black swords into his sleeves, stretched out a palm, and a thick black cloud condensed in the palm of his hand. all the surrounding space.
The surrounding world became pitch black.
Among the black clouds, there is a huge boulder, like a mountain, floating in the clouds.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun's knife did not slash on Ling Donglai's body, but slashed on top of the mountain-like boulder. The fire was brilliant and the mountain shook violently.
The Baishi Giant Saber made a humming sound, and a crack appeared on the blade.
Feng Feiyun's arm was also slightly numb, and the force of the knife just now was blocked, as if it was chopped on an iron mountain.
Back quickly.
Ling Donglai put the black cloud above his head and held the stone mountain in his hand, and said, "Feng Feiyun, this mountain was moved by me from a place where a real person was sitting. The real person died in the mountain, and his whole body invaded the soil and rocks. In between. I spent a lot of energy to sacrifice this mountain and turn it into a treasure. This mountain has all the Tao of a real person, even if the knife in your hand can smash the soul It will definitely not damage the mountain peak."
It is a wonderful place for monks to scramble to snatch.
But a real person is very rare, and it takes hundreds of years to be born. It is very difficult to find a real person. It is like looking for gems in the sand. Only those who have great luck can find that kind of thing. Paradise.
Ling Donglai is a person with great luck.
Strong luck is also a kind of skill, so Ling Donglai is invincible, always able to encounter the ancient paradise and get what others dream of.
Transforming the Tao with a real person, sacrificing it into a soldier, the power is extraordinarily powerful, like holding the bones of a real person, attacking Feng Feiyun.
No wonder Ling Donglai has no fear, it turns out that he has such a treasure in his hands.
"Boom!"
The ancient formations under his feet were smashed into pieces by the stone mountain in Ling Donglai's hands, like broken glass. The real Dao on the top was lingering, and black air currents rushed out of the stone mountain and sank again. .
This is the residual power of the real person, a ray of black air that can penetrate the mountains and mountains.
Feng Feiyun kept retreating, cutting out a knife from time to time, colliding with the stone mountain, bringing out pieces of stone slag.
The blade of the white stone giant knife in Feng Feiyun's hand is about to be ground to pieces. There are as many as seven cracks on the blade as wide as the door. There are strands of golden brilliance flowing through the cracks, with strange lines, like some kind of crack. The ancient brand is floating in the light.