Chapter 81

The black tripod, which was still shaking, suddenly stopped moving.

The thin old man fell down and hurriedly said, "are you dead?"

The middle-aged man was about to open his mouth. Suddenly his face changed and showed some horror. He saw the quiet black tripod suddenly shake. A moment later, the soil next to the black tripod suddenly bulged and a figure jumped out of it.

It's Wu Feng.

At the moment, his clothes were full of holes. It seemed as if he had been stabbed by countless swords and became ragged.

"Why not die!" the middle-aged man's face changed and quickly recalled the black tripod. He saw that countless swords hidden in the black tripod broke themselves, leaving only the half of the handle.

"Is it the body armor?" the middle-aged man immediately looked at Wu Feng, but directly saw the skin inside from the holes in his ragged clothes.

When he thought of something, his pupils narrowed and showed some horror.

At this time, Wu Feng's eyes flashed cold and controlled the flying sword to kill him head-on. His aura was injected into the flying sword. A prohibition on the flying sword was activated immediately.

Buzzing

The body of the sword chirped softly. Suddenly, a trace of thunder and lightning burst out from the body of the sword. With infinite power, he cut at the middle-aged man.

As soon as the middle-aged man's face changed, he quickly offered a black tripod to resist.

Bang!

The flying sword cleaves on the black tripod, and the lightning of the sword body directly leads into the black tripod. The middle-aged man was shocked, spit out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly recalled the black tripod.

At the moment when the flying sword touched the black tripod, he felt that his mind was involved in a thunder and lightning, and he had a feeling of being crushed. If it went on for a long time, his mind would be damaged and his cultivation would regress.

Just then

Whoosh!

A small flying needle jumped from behind the middle-aged man like a poisonous snake and stabbed him at the back of his neck.

The middle-aged man was dealing with the flying sword. Suddenly, his face changed, and a layer of silvery white air suddenly puffed up on his body, enveloping his whole body.

The flying needle hit the silver wave and immediately melted like molten iron.

Wu Feng sighed in his heart that the ordinary iron still couldn't deal with the congenital strong. The general congenital strong people were shrouded in divine thoughts. As soon as the flying needle approached, it would immediately detect it and arouse the spirit in the body to resist.

Even some extremely hard metals such as cold iron can be easily resisted, not to mention ordinary iron.

"If you have a chance in the future, find some treasures and refine a set of magic weapon flying needles." Wu Feng had such an idea in his heart, so he immediately pressed down his mind and focused on dealing with the two people in front of him.

"Xuelao, this man is very strong and almost comparable to diamond. Only magic weapons can kill him. Let's work together!" the middle-aged man made room and immediately said to the thin old man.

The thin old man was surprised and said, "comparable to diamond? How is it possible? Is he the disciple of the old monster?"

The middle-aged man nodded solemnly. Through the sword hidden in the black tripod just now, he had guessed without stabbing Wu Feng to death.

"I'm going to use that move, you're ready." the middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

The skinny old man looked motionless and nodded immediately.

The middle-aged man immediately gave a loud shout, offered up the black tripod, shrouded Wu Feng again and shut him in the black tripod.

Wu Feng frowned. Although the black tripod could cover him, he could easily escape by casting Tu dun. It was not a powerful magic weapon.

However, it is very rare for the general congenital strong to have magic weapons.

When the black tripod fell to the ground, Wu Feng immediately performed the unearthed escape and was ready to escape from the black tripod. At this time, a large number of black hair suddenly jumped out of the soil under his feet, wrapped around the soles of his feet, and spread to his body along his thighs.

The black hair completely blocked the bottom of the tripod and didn't let him out at all.

Without hesitation, Wu Feng urged the silver flying sword to cut off. The flying sword was extremely sharp and easily cut off the black hair. However, the black hair poured in like a fountain and filled the black tripod all at once.

"Want to squeeze me?" Wu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly.

At this time, all the black hair suddenly rolled up and became as hard as a needle, and stabbed Wu Feng all over, easily into the skin.

Wu Feng's pupil shrank suddenly.

Outside the black tripod.

The thin old man held a dust brush, and the black silk on the dust brush jumped into the soil at his feet, and jumped into the tripod under the guidance of God.

"Hey, hey, if you use this move, even the strong in the middle of the congenital period can't be spared." the thin old man said with a trace of cruelty on his face.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "of course, the status given to us by the sect is much higher than that of ordinary elders."

"Even if the boy's body is like a diamond, he will be pierced by my Millennium black spider silk!" the thin old man smiled darkly.

Then the next moment, his expression suddenly solidified. He saw the black silk jumping into the soil at his feet and burning up at once. The purple flame followed the black silk and burned to the dust in his hand.

"Ziyang sky fire!" the thin old man screamed like a ghost and immediately threw away the dust in his hand. In an instant, the dust was wrapped by the purple flame and burned into ashes.

At the same time, a figure jumped out of the soil in front of the black tripod and galloped away to the thin old man.

"Not good!" the middle-aged man's face changed and hurried to control the black tripod back to defense, trying to cover the thin old man.

However, at this time, Wu Feng turned his body, the silver light of his fingertips flashed, and the flying sword jumped towards the middle-aged man like lightning.

The flying sword is small and exquisite, and its speed is as fast as lightning. The heavy black tripod has not been recalled, and the flying sword has already passed!

The pupils of the middle-aged man stared round.

On his throat, a bright red blood appeared.

Wu Feng sneered and continued to chase the thin old man with his flying sword. The skinny old man was scared to death when he saw the death of a middle-aged man. The congenital strong without magic weapons can only suppress the strong after tomorrow. In the face of the strong at the same level with magic weapons, he is almost dead and has no room to fight back!

He ran wildly.

But the magic weapon is faster!

With a flash of silver, a huge head fell directly.

Wu Feng was not happy when he looked at the two congenital strong men being killed by himself. At the last moment when he was locked by the black tripod just now, if he hadn't burned the black silk with the help of the flame of the purple feather Finch, he was afraid that he would be dead at the moment!

The magic combination of the two is almost seamless. Even the strong in the middle and even the late stage of congenital may die directly when they are caught off guard!

As for being able to easily kill a middle-aged man, it is mainly because his magic weapon is a flying sword!

The speed of flying sword is much faster than that of black tripod, so you can kill with one blow. That's why most people like to refine magic weapons into flying sword, because it's so light and fast!

However, these people's magic weapons are obviously not refined by themselves. According to Wu Feng, no one among the six sects and demons can refine magic weapons.

It is said that more than 300 years ago, there was a genius who could refine some magic weapons, but no one learned it after his death.

Therefore, most of the magic weapons in these people's hands are inherited or obtained by chance. Whether they are their favorite type or not is a different matter.