Chapter 857 Sword Rain

"Everyone, defend the enemy with me!" Seeing the densely packed transparent swords appearing, Amusang, who originally wanted to teach Lu Xiaotian a lesson, was directly under Lu Xiaotian's attack. Compared with Yuan Min, the feeling was stronger. A little clear.

This sword rain, before it moved, was already terrifying. Even Amusang, who had been famous for many years, felt terrified. At this moment, he no longer cared about face, and directly greeted the other Golden Core cultivators.

The strong black man and the other four monks from the star realm were not as good as Amusang, and they were all enveloped by the terrifying sword rain at this time. Where did you use Amusang to order, the alchemy artifact was sacrificed long ago.

At this time, hundreds of foundation-builder monks from Lingxiao Palace flew into the air, and some peaks climbed to the hillside. The disciples in the Qi refining period on the top of the mountain watched eagerly the battle that took place in front of the palace gate. Although it is rare for them to see great battles between Golden Core cultivators, it is the first time that they face six Golden Core enemy cultivators with their own strength.

Tom! A big drum bombarded Lu Xiaotian first, and it was Yu Yin, which also made the Foundation Establishment cultivators at Lingxiao Palace hear the heavy drum sound, and couldn't help their blood surging.

Luo Qian frowned, and Yuan Min waved a blue light curtain over there. With her strength, she was unable to carry the big drum head-on, but the main target of the opponent's attack was Lu Xiaotian. Go, there is a little lingering sound, it is not difficult to block it.

The other two swords also slashed towards Lu Xiaotian at strange angles. With a flash of starlight on the other person, the whole person disappeared in place.

In a blink of an eye, the six of them turned out to have attacked Lu Xiaotian at the same time.

"Fall!" Lu Xiaotian yelled lightly, and the sword rain that had climbed to the top of the head poured down from the heads of the six people like a torrential rain.

"Arrow formation, get ready!" The hundreds of arrow cultivators behind the six Jindan cultivators drew their bows and set their arrows under the shout of the leader. The scorpion. Like a huge poisonous scorpion swinging in the air.

The cultivators on the side of Lingxiao Palace were fascinated by it. Even though the six Golden Core cultivators and the hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators formed the arrow array, Lu Xiaotian still chose to take the initiative to attack, and a mighty rain of swords swept across the sky as soon as he made a move. I can guess what the final result will be, but this heroism is no longer comparable to other monks.

Whoosh! The middle-aged man in purple who escaped by the starlight before reappeared a few feet away from Lu Xiaotian, and pointed a soft whip with a spike towards Lu Xiaotian's throat.

This person's escapism is far more miraculous, and he got so close in the blink of an eye.

Lu Xiaotian's body swayed slightly in the air, the middle-aged man in purple was startled, and soon turned to sneer, this silver-haired monk was a little too arrogant, he dared to forcefully shake his sparkling star whip! The middle-aged man in purple flicked his wrist, and the Fire Spike Star Whip flew towards Lu Xiaotian at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye. Thousands of sharp fire spikes emerged from the long whip.

The reason why he got within such a short distance by means of escapism was to give Lu Xiaotian such a blow. The dense rain of fire thorns was so dense that even the terrifying sword rain couldn't destroy them all. With such a close distance, even his miraculous Xinghui escape method cannot escape.

The middle-aged man in purple clothes is confident that his combat power may not be ranked among the monks of the same level, but when it comes to the magic of escape, no one can compare with him. Otherwise, he would not be able to survive the melee in the world of cultivating immortals that has lasted for two hundred years.

But what surprised the middle-aged man in purple was that the silver-haired monk in front of him didn't dodge or dodge, he stretched out his hand to slap him, and let the thousands of poisonous fire thorns go. A palm slapped at a faster speed.

Almost at the same time when he fired the venomous stinger attack, Lu Xiaotian sensed this person's movement. With a distance of several feet, Lu Xiaotian really couldn't dodge this vicious attack at his speed, but he gained momentum and attacked. Nian had just landed and appeared, so he slapped it with his palm. How could this middle-aged man in purple clothes be different? The evasion technique of the middle-aged man in purple clothes is indeed the only one he has ever seen in his life. Under Ma Luhong.

But the strength of Lu Xiaotian Yuanshen has reached the level that monks of the same level cannot match, he immediately sensed any fluctuations around him, unless the opponent gave up this attack and ran away directly, there was nothing he could do, but it was a pity that the opponent still chose to attack.

The cultivators of Lingxiao Palace couldn't help sweating for Lu Xiaotian. Obviously, the middle-aged man in purple fled within a few meters of Lu Xiaotian's side in a blink of an eye, gaining momentum, but Lu Xiaotian's quick reaction was also dizzying. As soon as the purple-clothed middle-aged man appeared, Lu Xiaotian had already moved at the right time. Instead of evading, he faced the difficulties domineeringly.

Lu Xiaotian sneered, no matter how fast, can it be faster than he can use the treasure? With a thought, a layer of cyan Taihao battle clothes floated on the outside, wrapping the body tightly.

At the same time, the Ruyi armor protects the vitals of the whole body, and wraps the palms around. Thousands of venomous thorns sting and sting continuously hit Lu Xiaotian's body surface, but they can't break through Lu Xiaotian's defense.

"What?" The middle-aged man in purple clothes suddenly turned pale with fright, and when he wanted to escape again, the strong wind had already hit his body. With a flick of the whip, he hit Lu Xiaotian again.

Thousands of fire poisonous thorns hit Lu Xiaotian's Taihao battle clothes. Although the green clothes faded a little, they were all blocked after all, and under Lu Xiaotian's luck, he slapped the fire thorn star whip with a slap, The middle-aged man in Zi Yi hadn't recovered his senses yet, and he hit him directly on the head with an overwhelming palm of blood. The force was so fierce that it was several times beyond the limit of a late Jindan cultivator.

boom! Although the middle-aged man in purple tried his best to resist, how could he withstand Lu Xiaotian's blow when his cultivation was only in the middle stage of Golden Core? His head exploded like a watermelon, and the headless corpse fell from the air.

"Scorpio Arrow! Let it go" At this moment, the arrow formation was finally ready. Hundreds of foundation-building monks each shot an arrow, and the arrows gathered in the air to form a huge torrent, forming a ten-foot-long , a giant arrow about a foot in diameter shot towards Lu Xiaotian.

The aura of the giant arrow has surpassed the all-out strike of an ordinary Jindan late-stage monk, and even Luo Qian and Yuan Min's expression changed suddenly. I didn't expect these hundreds of foundation-building monks to be so powerful after forming a formation.

Lu Xiaotian looked stern, standing alone between the sky and the earth, with a golden light flashing in his hand, it was his psychic golden whip that had been refined with the Daotian Jiaxi Xuan Gong. A psychic artifact is not cultivated by oneself in the end, and can only exert a small part of its power.