Chapter 858: The Golden Whip Breaks the Array

(Two more chapters in fifteen minutes)

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This psychic golden whip is rarely useful to Lu Xiaotian, after all, this thing is useless to the Nascent Soul cultivator. And the ordinary Golden Core cultivators rarely threatened his existence. It's just that at this time, he is facing the six Golden Core cultivators alone. Even though he has powerful magic power, he may not be able to win all of them in a hurry, and the scorpion arrow array formed by these hundreds of foundation-building cultivators is also quite skilled. It brought him a sense of threat, and the ordinary magic weapon of alchemy might not be able to break through the arrow array with a full blow.

Lu Xiaotian is naturally reluctant to damage his alchemy magic weapon, and only this psychic golden whip is the only one.

Using the sword rain to suppress the remaining five Golden Core cultivators of Amusanga, Lu Xiaotian held the golden whip in his hand and lashed them in the air.

Chi la, the golden shadow flashed, as if the void was going to be split by this whip. Jin Ying lashed at the huge arrow, and the huge arrow trembled. After all, it was far from being an opponent of the psychic Golden Whip. The huge arrow shattered inch by inch in the air, turning into countless tiny arrows and falling obliquely from the air. base monks.

"Scorpion Formation, Yu!" The leading cultivator who established the foundation saw this scene, his face turned livid, he shouted, and raised the scorpion bow in his hand. The other Foundation Establishment monks raised their bows one after another, and the black lights gathered together to form a flying scorpion with its teeth and claws. Its huge double pincers waved and pinched the falling golden shadow, and the two sides wrestled for a while.

It's just that the group of Foundation Establishment cultivators saw that the golden shadow was blocked, and before they had time to be happy, another whip shadow swung down from the air.

Lu Xiaotian raised his hand and pulled out a few whips. Even if this psychic magic weapon can only show a very small part of its power, it still has the power to cut mountains and rivers, let alone facing hundreds of foundation-building monks.

Although the arrow formation formed by these hundreds of long-term monks is impressive, they are limited in ability after all. When they tried their best to block the second golden whip, everyone's faces were like charcoal, green and black, and they had already supported to the limit. The three golden whips had already driven into the arrow array like a plow sweeping a hole, wreaking havoc.

The screams rang out.

With a flip of Lu Xiaotian's wrist, the golden whip was put away. The more times this psychic golden whip was refined with the Daotian Jiaxi Xuan Gong, the more it is used, the power will gradually decrease until it becomes a mortal thing later on. The breath in the psychic golden whip is not his own after all. When using it, it will always make Lu Xiaotian feel a little uncomfortable. If you can use it, it is better not to use it as much as possible.

The golden whip smashed into the array of arrows, and in an instant, dozens of people were smashed to death by the golden whip.

The array of arrows was broken in an instant, and before these people came back to their senses, the rain of swords that filled the sky had already enveloped them.

The shrill screams rang out one after another, and the rain of swords came so fast that the remaining Foundation Establishment cultivators were unable to form an formation to resist again, and the small transparent swords were already swollen.

The rain-like transparent little swords floated densely and gracefully in the air, sometimes they were still dozens of feet away, but in a flash, they were suddenly close at hand.

Perhaps in the face of other Golden Core cultivators, with the resistance of people like Amusang, even if the formation is broken, these Foundation Establishment cultivators will have enough time to form the formation again, but for Lu Xiaotian who used the Phantom Rain Falling Sword Style at this time, The sword rain fell like a torrential waterfall, and with Lu Xiaotian's grasp of the fighter, how could a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators have a second chance under Lu Xiaotian's nose.

Without the protection of the formation, these foundation-building cultivators were as fragile as newborn babies in the sword rain, and screamed one after another. At this time, these people were completely enveloped, and they didn't even have the ability to escape.

"Bastard!" Amusang yelled, but she swung her own mace left and right to block. Seeing the slaughter of the hundreds of Foundation Establishment juniors brought over, she was powerless to fight back. The screams one after another disturbed him instead.

The black-clothed strong man in the mid-Gold Core stage before saw people dying, and at this moment he finally lost his mind. So many people were crushed and beaten by that terrifying silver-haired monk.

Moreover, among the six golden core monks, one had already fallen before, and the arrow array was almost broken, not to mention that the silver-haired monk still had a frightening, almost irresistible golden whip in his hand. When the situation was one-sided, the strong man in black felt a sudden retreat in his heart. He has just entered the middle stage of Golden Core, and he still has a lot of longevity. It would be a pity if he died here, and the situation in front of him is not that he does not fight. Even the most powerful Amusang, his eyes are usually only facing the sky. Look, it's not like being beaten like a dog yet.

Dead friends, don't die poor, when did such a terrifying Golden Core cultivator come out of this damned Lingxiao Palace! The burly man in black had wandering eyes, and his body was flying back a few feet. He tried his best to resist the sword rain, and he was about to escape from the battle circle. But they don't know that now that their five Golden Core cultivators are gathered together, they can still maintain one or two in Lu Xiaotian's sword rain. Once someone retreats, the defensive circle will be broken immediately. Maybe the strong man in black knows this truth, but he doesn't want to be here Dead consumption.

If he hadn't rushed back in time, I'm afraid the mountain gate of Lingxiao Palace would be wiped out this time. How could Lu Xiaotian allow this person in front of him to retreat under his rage. However, he is still a Golden Core cultivator after all. Although the Phantom Rain Falling Sword Stance is powerful, if it is distributed to so many people at the same time, the attack power will be greatly reduced. It's just that he uses mana to drive the Phantom Rain Falling Sword Form, but it doesn't affect his use of other methods.

Just like using the psychic golden whip before.

Lu Xiaotian spread his palms, and the fire dragon bow and arrow flashed out. An arrow pierced through the air. It came directly from behind the strong man in black, as fast as a meteor. The strong man in black didn't expect that the faster he escaped, the faster the opponent's attack would come. Shocked, he quickly turned his head and smashed it out with a hammer, but when the giant hammer touched the arrow, it was blown away by the irresistible force on it. Lu Xiaotian's casual strike is already the strength of the late Golden Core, not to mention that after taking the ninth-level monster spirit, the power is doubled, how can a strong man in black in the middle Golden Core be able to stop it.

An arrow pierced his chest, and the strong man in black screamed and fell from the air. The spiritual fire that emerged from the arrow burned the escaping soul completely.

"This idiot!" Amusang and the others yelled, it doesn't matter if the man in black is dead, but the silver-haired monk in front of him is too scary, and it is impossible for one or two people to stop him. Blocking the terrifying sword rain, a gap is now exposed, and the continuous and elegant sword energy swarms in, and the defensive circle just now no longer exists.

It's just that when the silver-haired monk unleashes the rain of swords, he still has the strength to use the fire dragon bow and arrow. The attack is so strong that it makes one's scalp tingle.