Chapter 115 The Strange Peak Stands Out

At this time, the opponent had already sacrificed two magic weapons, one was fighting with the demon-binding rope, and the other was hitting his golden flying sword with a cyan flying knife. In the two-phase fight, the golden flying sword could not have the effect of a strange soldier. Xiaotian was about to take back the golden flying sword and replace it with a black flood scissors. The broad-nosed monk in front of him suddenly screamed, and a sharp knife protruded from his chest. Then the whole person was kicked out, a large amount of blood poured out from his chest, and another monk wearing a seven-star uniform was exposed behind him, who was also a monk from Yuanxing Palace.

"It's you, Duan Ying, you, you actually disregarded the friendship of the same family and attacked me, why!" The broad-nosed monk spat out blood, fell to the ground and struggled to support his upper body, looking at him in shock and resentment. The person who did it turned out to be his junior in Yuanxing Palace.

"You have been oppressing me in the Yuanxing Palace. If you are still alive, even if you get the purple ginseng this time, the advantage is that you will get the big head, and I can only get some leftovers. If that is the case, why don't I get rid of you. "

Duan Ying's cheeks were slightly sunken, and blood was flowing onto the grass along a three-edged thorn in his hand.

The broad-nosed monk said angrily, "Dream, there are a lot of monsters around the purple ginseng, without me, you can't get it!"

"It's you who is dreaming. When I get the magic weapon on your body, I can bring the disciples in the palace to get purple ginseng. It's just easy to get." Duan Ying smiled, and the figure flickered, and the speed was astonishingly close, and he lost control. Grab the Qingyan who fell on the ground.

Lu Xiaotian was watching the sudden change with cold eyes just now, and he held the cyan flying knife in his hand without any hesitation. The two each got another magic weapon, but for him, the star lamp, the defensive magic weapon of the broad-nosed cultivator, was the key, and he already had several attack magic weapons.

Almost at the same time, the two rushed towards the broad-nosed monk who had fallen to the ground and was dying.

boom! The collision between the demon-binding rope and Duan Ying's triangular spikes made a deafening noise. In a blink of an eye, there were dozens of fierce confrontations. The huge force caused the two of them to retreat tens of feet at the same time. On the ground, the surrounding trees were pitted and in a mess by the impact of the surging mana.

Duan Ying yelled loudly, sacrificed a green spiral flying hook, and spun towards Lu Xiaotian's neck. Just over a foot away from Lu Xiaotian, the flying hook suddenly parted, splitting into three parts. The speed is extremely fast, and it is too late for people to react at such a short distance.

Lu Xiao looked startled, and hastily gave up the control of the golden flying sword, let it fall to the ground, slapped the storage bag, and sacrificed the black dragon scissors. Relying on the super speed of Heijiao Shear, he knocked away one flying hook, damaged one, and the other flying hook had already broken through his body shield and hit his right rib. Lu Xiaotian grinned his teeth in pain, let out a cry of pain, and spat out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, he cut a finger at the black dragon, and under the concentrated mana, the black dragon cut turned into a black light, and directly took Duan Ying's head.

"Two magical artifacts." Fan Qing, who was wounded in battle with another Yuanxing Palace disciple, screamed. Originally, the broad-nosed cultivator suddenly showed a few magical artifacts. Thinking of killing Cheng Yaojin halfway, Yuan Xinggong actually came out of the same sect, and attacked the broad-nosed monk to death.

The battle situation is complicated and confusing, but what makes him even more unbelievable is that the one who hides the deepest is Lu Xiaotian, who also has two attack magic weapons, and seems to have a top-quality defensive spiritual armor. An ordinary casual cultivator in Wangyue City has grown up in more than seven years to such an extent. Even if Duan Ying didn't sneak attack, I'm afraid this battle would be worth fighting.

Duan Ying was also taken aback. Originally, he saw that Lu Xiaotian only took out a demon binding rope and a golden flying sword spirit weapon, and he used a sneak attack to make his senior brother Wu Tian's star lamp have a strong defense after being attacked. The reduction, the trace of not fully recovering, is the perfect time for him to sneak attack.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaotian has been hiding his clumsiness all the time. He obviously has two magic weapons, but he has not used this powerful black dragon scissors. And his flying hook was actually blocked by Lu Xiaotian's spirit armor, Duan Ying regretted so much, if he had known it earlier, he would have let him fight Wu Tian and then come out to pick a bargain.

"I only know now, it's too late." Lu Xiaotian scolded lightly, but the opponent's flying hook was quite sharp, and it made him vomit blood, how could he not avenge him!

Duan Ying panicked and controlled two undamaged flying hooks to resist, and was cut off by the black dragon scissors one after another. At this time, his three-edged spike was inextricably fighting with the demon-binding rope in the air. Duan Ying wanted to call back the three-edged spike to defend, but he couldn't pull it back because it was wrapped around the handle of the demon-binding rope.

Duan Ying sacrificed a flying knife and a flywheel respectively. They were all cut by the black flood dragon one by one. Forced and helpless, Duan Ying resisted with the green spear he had snatched from Wu Tian. It's just that before Qingyan was Wu Tian's magical weapon, he had just obtained it, and he hadn't undergone sacrificial training, so he couldn't unleash the power of Qingyan at all. After colliding several times, Duan Ying's right hand was numb and he could hardly lift it up. Shocked, Duan Ying turned around and ran away.

Another disciple of Yuanxing Palace saw the situation was going downhill, and Fan Qing pierced his chest with a sword when he was distracted. After a hard fight, Fan Qing finally beheaded his opponent. His eyes rolled and he felt that the situation was not good, so he turned around too. Dash in the completely opposite direction to Duan Ying. From Fan Qing's point of view, Lu Xiaotian's strength is not what it used to be. If he doesn't leave now, he will inevitably become a doll in Lu Xiaotian's hands and be manipulated by others. This is not what he wants.

"I want to go!" Lu Xiaotian didn't have the slightest trust in Fan Qing, a duplicitous guy, and he had already prevented his move. When he just started, six or seven iron thorn seeds popped out.

Fan Qing was taken aback, and tried his best to split a few wild iron thorns. If the third-order iron thorns were in a wild state, their strength was comparable to that of a Qi-refining Dzogchen monk. It's a lot worse, but Fan Qing managed to escape from the broad-nosed cultivator to get here before, and killing the Yuanxing Palace cultivator just now consumed a lot of mana. one is right.

Fan Qing screamed and struggled vigorously, but the iron thorns tightened more and more, and the sharp thorns pierced Fan Qing's body.

Duan Ying hastily glanced back, before he could clearly see Fan Qing's tragic situation, a black light approached behind him, and a cold killing intent came over him. Pfft, the black dragon cut through the chest. Duan Ying lowered his head with difficulty, a big hole had been opened in his chest, and blood gushed like a pillar.

Lu Xiaotian gasped for breath, the consumption of mana by manipulating two magic weapons at the same time was indeed astonishing. The fight just now didn't seem to be long, but it was thrilling and the sudden turn of events was no worse than any previous battle. If the broad-nosed monk hadn't been attacked to death before, I'm afraid it might not be possible to tell the winner by now.

There was a mess all around, Lu Xiaotian put away the storage bags of several people, and the magic weapons scattered on the ground, several spiritual weapons had been damaged, especially those rather strange flying hooks, which were also damaged, Lu Xiaotian felt It's a pity.

"Lu, Fellow Daoist Lu, please, please let me go." Not far away, Fan Qing was already dripping with blood, moaning in pain.