Chapter 116

At this time, the other party has offered two magic tools. One is struggling with the demon rope, and the other is hitting his golden flying sword with a blue flying knife. Under the two-phase struggle, the golden flying sword can not play the effect of a strange soldier. Lu Xiaotian is about to take back the golden flying sword and replace it with black Jiao scissors. The wide nose friar suddenly screamed, and a sharp knife appeared in his chest. Then the whole person was kicked out, and a large amount of blood gushed out of his chest. Behind him, another monk wearing Seven Star clothes was revealed, who was also a monk of Yuanxing palace.

"It's you, Duan Ying, you, why did you sneak on me regardless of the friendship of your fellow disciples?" the wide nosed friar vomited blood in his mouth, fell to the ground, struggled to prop up his upper body, and looked at him with shock and resentment. It was his junior brother in Yuanxing palace.

"You've been pressing me in Yuanxing palace. If you're still alive, even if you get purple Luoshen this time, you'll get a big head. I can only get some leftovers. In that case, why don't I get rid of you."

Duan Ying's cheeks are slightly sunken, and blood is flowing to the grass along a triangular spike in his hand.

The wide nosed friar angrily said, "dream, there are a lot of monsters around purple Luoshen. You can't get it without me!"

"It's you who are dreaming. When I get the magic instrument on you and take the disciples in the palace to get the purple rose ginseng, it's just easy to get." Duan Ying smiled, and the figure flashed at an amazing speed. He grabbed Qingzhen who was close and lost control and fell to the ground.

Lu Xiaotian was just watching the sudden change. Without hesitation, he grabbed the blue Throwing Knife in his hand. They each got another magic weapon, but for him, the star lamp, the defense magic weapon of monk wide nose, was the key, and he had several attack magic weapons.

Almost at the same time, the two swept towards the fallen and dying wide nosed friar.

Bang! The demon binding rope collided with Duan Ying's triangular spikes and made a deafening noise. In the twinkling of an eye, there were dozens of fierce clashes. The huge force shocked them back more than ten feet at the same time. On the ground, the surrounding trees were hit by the surging mana and were in a mess.

Duan Ying gave a big scold and offered a glittering spiral flying hook to rotate towards Lu Xiaotian's neck. The flying hook suddenly separated, one divided into three. The speed is so fast that people have no time to react at such a close distance.

Lu Xiaomian was surprised. He quickly gave up the control of the golden flying sword and let it fall to the ground. He patted the storage bag and offered the black Jiao scissors. Relying on the super speed of black Jiao's scissors, he knocked open a flying hook and cut one. The other flying hook had broken his body shield and hit his right rib. Lu Xiaotian's canthus grinned with pain. He screamed and vomited blood. At the same time, he pointed at the black Jiao and focused on the mana. The black Jiao scissors turned into a black light and took the head of Duan Ying directly.

"Two magic weapons." fan Qing, who was wounded in the battle with another disciple of Yuanxing palace, exclaimed. Originally, the monk with a wide nose suddenly showed several magic weapons. He thought it would be more or less bad this time. Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin was killed on the way. The Yuanxing palace unexpectedly had a colleague who secretly attacked the monk with a wide nose to death.

The war situation was complicated and confusing, but what made him even more unbelievable was that Lu Xiaotian hid the deepest. Unexpectedly, there were two attack magic weapons and it seemed that there was a top-grade defensive spirit armor. An ordinary casual cultivation in Wangyue city had grown to such a level in more than seven years. Even if Duan Ying doesn't sneak attack, I'm afraid this war will have to be fought.

Duan Ying was also shocked. Originally, he saw that Lu Xiaotian only took out a demon binding rope and a golden flying sword spirit tool, and his sneak attack made his elder martial brother Wu Tian's star lamp greatly reduce its defense after being attacked, and did not fully recover. It was the best time for him to sneak attack.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaotian has been hiding his clumsiness. Obviously, he already has two magic tools, but this powerful black Jiao scissors has not been used. Moreover, his flying hook was blocked by Lu Xiaotian's spirit armor. Duan Ying regretted that he would let him fight with Wu Tian and come out to pick a bargain.

"It's too late to know now." Lu Xiaotian scolded. The other party's flying hook was quite sharp, which made him vomit blood. How can he not repay this revenge!

Duan Ying panicked and controlled two undamaged flying hooks to resist, and was cut off by the black Jiao scissors one after another. At this time, his three edged sharp thorn is fighting with the demon binding rope in the air. Duan Ying wants to recall the three edged sharp thorn back to defense, but he can't be transferred back at the handle rolled by the demon binding rope.

Duan Ying offered a spirit Throwing Knife and a flywheel. They were all cut by black Jiao one by one. Forced and helpless, Duan Ying resists with a green pen robbed from Wu Tian. It's just that Qinghe was Wu Tian's magic weapon before. He just got his hand. He didn't go through sacrifice and refining. He couldn't make Qinghe's power at all. After colliding for several times, Duan Ying's right hand is crisp and numb, and he can hardly lift it. In horror, Duan Ying turned and ran away.

Another disciple of Yuanxing palace saw that the situation was deteriorating rapidly. When he was distracted, he was stabbed in the chest by fan Qing's sword. Fan Qing finally killed his opponent in a fierce battle. As soon as he turned his eyes, he felt that the situation was not very good. He turned and ran in the opposite direction to Duan Ying. In fan Qing's opinion, Lu Xiaotian's strength is not what it used to be. If he doesn't go at this time, he will inevitably become a doll in Lu Xiaotian's hand, at the mercy of others, which is not what he wants.

"Want to go!" Lu Xiaotian didn't have the slightest trust in fan Qing, a two faced guy. He had already prevented his hand. When he just started, he popped up six or seven iron thorn seeds.

Fan Qing was shocked and did his best to split several soaring iron thorns. If the third-order iron thorns were wild, their strength would be comparable to that of the alchemy friar. Under the forced stimulation of mana, their strength would be much worse. However, fan Qing managed to escape from the wide nose friar to here before, and killing the friar of Yuanxing palace consumed a lot of mana, At the end of the crossbow, he was entangled by several iron thorns.

Fan Qing screamed and struggled, but the iron thorns were tighter and tighter, and the sharp thorns on them pierced fan Qing to pieces.

Duan Ying glanced back in a hurry. Before he could see fan Qing's tragedy clearly, a black light behind him was approaching, and Sen Leng's killing intention forced him to come. Poof, the black Jiao cut through his chest. Duan Ying lowered his head hard. A big hole had been broken in his chest, and blood gushed like a column.

Lu Xiaotian gasped and manipulated two magic weapons at the same time. The mana consumption was really amazing. The fight just now seemed not long, but it was soul stirring and the strange peak turned suddenly, which was no worse than any previous battle. If it had not been for the previous attack on the broad nosed friar to death, I'm afraid he might not be able to decide the victory or defeat by now.

There was a mess around. Lu Xiaotian put away several people's storage bags and magic tools scattered on the ground. Several spirit tools had been damaged, especially those strange flying hooks. Lu Xiaotian felt a little pity.

"Lu, Lu Daoyou, please let me go quickly." not far away, fan Qing was bleeding all over and groaned in pain.