Chapter 117

"boss, run." The eager voice of the Maomao hawk sounded in his mind.

No longer hesitating, he pressed his right hand to make a decision. The air in front of him instantly solidified into a flying sword and stabbed the monk more than ten feet away.

Before seeing the result, he kept waving his right hand. In an instant, the air in front of him surged rapidly and solidified into various shapes, attacking the monk in linen from all directions.

Lang Youfu still has a smile on his face, but it has solidified in an instant. He quickly waves the shield up and down.

But when he blocked the first attack of the flying sword, he knew that it was the man who waved the attack against the sky. Now that all directions are attacking like this, how can he prevent it? Who is this person?

Lang Youfu, desperate in his heart, receives the talisman in his hand. He sweeps his spirit in an emergency. He knows that the eldest brother is on his way, and a cup of tea will arrive.

Just want to burst into laughter, but was an air condensed flying sword through the throat, that big mouth spit blood, eyes tightly staring at Yi Heng, but suddenly fell down.

With so many attacks from several breaths, Yi Heng also felt weak for a while, but he had no time to think about it. He reached out and grasped the flying sword in the air. His body also fell quickly and passed by the monk in linen. When he flew up again, he had a storage bag in his waist.

At this time, we heard the voice of friars in linen smashing into the woods. At this time, the monk who built the foundation was only a hundred miles away.

He no longer retains his strength. When he pinches his hands, a word "Xun" appears. He instantly merges into the flute and flies away, leaving only the "whine" sound behind him.

The speed of the foundation building friars is amazing. The tea pot Kung Fu has already arrived here. After a look at the monks on the ground, they don't stay any longer. Instead, they use the greatest spiritual power to inject the flying sword under their feet and chase them away at a faster speed.

The Taiyin river is surging with waves. It is said that the river passes through 100000 mountains of the three Jedi and leads to the boundless sea. However, no one dares to go down the river to try whether it is true or not.

It flows into the boundless sea through numerous underground rivers, mountains and caves.

At this time, in the mountains, on the Taiyin River, two monks stood in the air.

"A Taoist friend is a monk who builds a foundation. He is well-known as an immortal. Now he has come down to kill him. Why?"

This man is Yi Heng. He fled all the way from Tianli mountain to this place. The flying speed of the friar who built the foundation was incomparable to that of the Qi refining period. After all, the power of the spirit Qi liquid was doubled.

Although there will be another two days to get close to the mountain gate, but at the moment, we have to reserve spiritual power to cope with the immediate danger.

It's false to face the foundation building Friar and say no panic. Last time I was chased and killed, I didn't even have room to fight back. I didn't see what the man looked like. Now I face it again, is it still the same as before?

The six bear claw needles are spinning rapidly behind their backs, and they are ready to go. The thick ice shield in front of the chest takes most of the mind. Facing the foundation construction, defense is the first.

"You don't have to delay. There are mole ants under the foundation to send you on the road." You Cheng, who was a little hesitant at the beginning, is no longer hesitant. Although it is close to Yi men, it is not necessary to worry too much about how to solve this problem.

Finish saying, still wait for Yi Heng to reply, a group of dark things will roar and come.

Yi Heng's right hand immediately waved, the air solidified into a hill like shape, toward the front of the dark things.

The sound of "bang" actually sent out the sound of metal collision. The air around was blown away by a gust of wind, and even the sound of the river flowing 20 feet below seemed to be covered.

Yi Heng's Qi and blood churned for a while, but he finally slowed down the speed and strength of the dark thing. When he hit the ice sheet in front of him, although he broke the ice sheet, he was unable to move forward.

But Yi Heng retreated five or six feet in the air, his throat was sweet, and he seemed to vomit blood, but he took it back.

However, it was blocked after all. Although it was a random strike, it was sent by building foundation. At this time, he also saw that the dark thing was like gold instead of gold. It was a combination of gold and non gold. But I'm afraid that the power of smashing people by this is not the strength of building foundation.

You Cheng is not surprised to see that he blocks him. After all, the monk who can kill the third brother in a few breaths does not have any strength, but his magic weapon has not been completed. I'm afraid he has been ridiculed by him now.

Since I heard that this person has a top-grade poly Lingdan, if a grain or two are also lazy to think, but heard that there are a few bottles, it can not help him not to be moved.

Two years ago, I found that it was even more difficult to improve the foundation construction. If there was no elixir or spirit gathering array, I'm afraid this life would only be in the early stage.

"I have some strength, but if I think I can escape, I'm afraid it's fantastic."

The dark thing came back to the body, got enough spiritual power, and then hit Yi Heng again. It was so fast that it even brought out the remnants.

Since Yi Heng had settled down, he was no longer afraid. Holding the Dharma decision in his hands, the air in front of him suddenly solidified into three magic tools, a shield, a hill and a hammer.

The shield leaps out first, blocks in front, then the hill head-on, the hammer follows behind.Just a touch, shield broken, scattered for air, Yi Heng can no longer help, mouth outflow a trace of blood.

The hill was broken and the hammer was scattered, but the swarthy thing was exhausted and flew back to the friar in an instant.

Yi Hengfei retreated more than ten feet, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, but finally stabilized his figure.

At this time, three loud sounds of "bang bang bang" came out, and the river seemed to have stopped flowing at this time.

Yi Heng doesn't speak any more. When he pinches his left hand, the six bear claw needles on his back disappear in an instant. When he appears again, he has arrived at the front door of the building foundation monk.

One after another, in a straight line, each of them rotates very fast and looks like there is only one.

The foundation building friar was also surprised, but without hesitation, an umbrella shaped magic instrument appeared in time and rotated in front of him, just blocking the bear claw needle.

"But it's a quick turn from the claws of the bear to the sixth stab.

You Cheng's heart sank. Judging from the obstruction just now, this needle must be the best. No doubt, who is this person? Is it the man who was rumored more than ten years ago?

Without time to think about it, the body quickly retreats to avoid the bear claw needle flying from the side. Several pieces of ice shields appear behind him, and the umbrella shaped magic weapon in front of the body rotates again.

The recovered bear claw needle quickly rotates behind him, and Yi Heng's face is dignified, "do you really want to sacrifice the Bagua plate? But if you let this person escape, I'm afraid there will be no place for me in the immortal cultivation world. "

After checking the umbrella shaped artifact, it is found that this medium-sized artifact can resist this kind of needle shaped artifact, but at this time, there are several small holes, and the three ice shields behind are just enough to block the two needles.

At this time, you Cheng, who is frightened and distressed, has already confirmed that he must be the biography of Yi men, Yi Heng, the Qi refining friar who was chased by Zhuji friars. At this time, he even stood in front of himself.