Chapter 990: Xiang Yihang's Calculations

Lu Xiaotian was taken aback. He was originally guarding against Xiang Yihang's tricks on him, but he never expected that Xiang Yihang's first target would be the eight-legged magic bull.

In a hurry, Lu Xiaotian mobilized the blood unicorn phantom formed by the formation to block it, but with Xiang Yihang ready to attack, Lu Xiaotian couldn't completely block it in a hurry, and the sword still stabbed the Eight-legged Demon Cattle and beasts are critical.

Peng, under the eruption of the mana in the Dragon Scale Sun Sword, a big hole exploded in the back of the eight-legged demon bull, and the flesh and blood were blurred. The eight-legged demon cow screamed, and was directly beaten back to its original shape by Xiang Yihang's sword. It changed from a cow-headed human form to an eight-legged cow again.

After the eight-legged demon cow beast returned to its original shape, its figure flashed, avoiding the next attack of the Dragon Scale Sun Sword, but its aura had already dropped to the extreme.

The eight-legged magic bull beast looked at Xiang Yihang in anger and fear, and even looked at everyone in the blood cauldron. Now that it was suddenly attacked and its strength was greatly damaged, the people who could be called friends before turned to It could kill it in an instant. Even Lu Xiaotian's ally may not be reliable.

However, the nun in Caiyi and the old man with the upturned nose only wounded the mirage wolf on the opposite side, but failed to completely injure it. They were also a little at a loss for the sudden change in the formation.

"Do you think that if you seriously injure the eight-legged monster, you can eat me?" Lu Xiaotian stared at Xiang Yihang closely, and couldn't help feeling a little admiration for this one. This guy knew he was on guard against him. Too strict, the possibility of a successful sneak attack is almost non-existent, and the eight-legged magic bull is at least his ally, so Xiang Yihang took the second best, and first took advantage of the eight-legged magic cow to kill the mirage wolf. In an instant, he wanted to kill him with one blow.

Lu Xiaotian was wary of this first voyage, and he looked at the problem from his own perspective. He really didn't expect the breakthrough of the eight-legged magic cow. It has to be said that Xiang Yihang's move was indeed unexpected.

If it wasn't for Lu Xiaotian's extremely strong spirit and deep knowledge of formations, he hastily mobilized the power of formations to block the eight-legged monster, this guy might have turned into a dead cow by now. It's just that this guy is quite defensive, even Lu Xiaotian, who just rescued him once, is also afraid.

"I'm curious, besides this sharp sword array, how can you compete with me at the early stage of Nascent Soul without the helper of an eight-legged monster." Xiang Yihang sneered, without wasting any time , with a wave of his hand, the purple blade leaf rolled like a giant dragon, rolling towards Lu Xiaotian.

Xiang Yihang is now wishing that Lu Xiaotian could use Piaomiao Sword Formation, as long as he uses the Sword Formation, he will be sworn back by the blood oath, and will only die faster.

Without the sword formation, how could one or two psychic artifacts be able to stop him? Lu Xiaotian killed the young man in Yinqu, the female cultivator in the yellow skirt, and his own blood tripod array also fell into Lu Xiaotian's hands in all likelihood. Without this formation, one's own strength would also decline a lot.

Moreover, Lu Xiaotian was too much of a threat to him. In the early stage of the Nascent Soul, not to mention the blood cauldron refining magic formation in his hand, he also had such a powerful sword formation. With his illusion technique, this guy in front of him is full of mystery.

A monk in the early stage of Yuanying, first killed that old enemy Zhan Yunliang, and then he was able to escape from the belly of the demon brown python, and he was able to kill the young man and the yellow skirt who possessed the blood cauldron refining magic formation. Nun. When it grows up, it's okay, if you don't kill it now, when will it be?

Xiang Yihang shot relentlessly, and pointed at Lu Xiaotian's vitals.

With a move of Lu Xiaotian's consciousness, he mobilized the remaining power of the blood cauldron refining magic formation, and the newly formed blood unicorn rushed towards Xiang Yihang roaring.

Xiang Yihang opened his mouth to swallow a blood-colored pill, he didn't care about the blood unicorn, but when the blood unicorn hit him, it broke into countless water droplets like sea water hitting a rock. The reef stood still.

"Since I dare you to swear that you can't use the sword formation, how can you be unprepared if you miss the blood cauldron refining the magic formation?"

Seeing that the blood unicorn had failed, Xiang Yihang laughed out loud with a look of color on his face. Looking at the other Nascent Soul in Lu Xiaotian's hand, he said sarcastically, "Even if you still have the Nascent Soul in your hand, how can this formation stand against me?"

Inside the blood cauldron refining formation, at this moment, the female cultivator in colorful skirt, the old man with the upturned nose, and the remaining two tenth-order mirage wolves all retreated to the side. As for the eight-legged magic bull beast, it was alone in the formation corner. The situation in the formation is too weird, Xiang Yihang and Lu Xiaotian, who are the strongest, suddenly turned against each other, and it is obvious that Xiang Yihang is going to be a villain, it is obvious that he has been deliberate for a long time. Even this formation couldn't deal with Xiang Yihang, and Lu Xiaotian swore a blood oath, the chances of winning were with Xiang Yihang, a mid-Yuanying cultivator.

For Xiang Yihang's deep scheming, the old man with an upturned nose, the nun in Caiqun was also very impressed.

And the eight-legged magic bull beast was shrinking in a corner, and its eyes were even more dim. With his current strength, he couldn't escape even if he wanted to break through the formation. If Lu Xiaotian wins, it may still have a glimmer of life, if Xiang Yihang wins, there will be ten deaths but no life. Just looking at the current situation, the eight-legged magic bull beast is also heartbroken.

"The demon infant primordial spirits of the two mirage wolves still have some effect on me. If the two fellow Taoists kill the remaining two mirage wolves, the power of the formation will guide you."

For Xiang Yihang's victory, Lu Xiaotian smiled, and calmly said to the nun in the colorful skirt and the old man with the upturned nose.

The faces of the two were shocked, and they looked at each other, and each rushed towards the mirage wolf on the opposite side. Those blood unicorns who had no choice but to win Xiang Yihang directly gave up their opponents and flew towards the mirage wolf, but there were not many of them, mainly because of their colorful skirts. The combat power of the female cultivator and the old man with an upturned nose.

In fact, the formation can naturally exert more power than before, but it's just the first time these two have met, Lu Xiaotian doesn't want to fight with Xiang Yihang, and then be beaten by these two is behind.

The two had the upper hand, so they only used the blood unicorn to help them guide the direction. If the mirage wolf had the upper hand, the blood unicorns in the blood cauldron would naturally attack the mirage wolf. In short, the balance of this situation is the most important right now.

"It's just a set of sword formations, if you don't use them, what can you do to me?" Lu Xiaotian withdrew the Piaomiao sword formation.

He raised his hand and spit out a few words coldly, "Seven-level Buddha!"

Hum, the Sanskrit sound sang, and the seven demon-suppressing towers crashed down, intertwined with silver light. The aura of each demon-suppressing tower is completely different, but the seven demon-suppressing towers are united and integrated into one.

Lu Xiaotian doesn't have the skills to grind tofu with Xiang Yihang's water now, so he used the strongest method when he came up, the seventh-level pagoda! Shrouded in a silver light, the purple blade leaves seemed to have fallen into a quagmire. Lost the previous fast and amazing momentum.

The old man with an upturned nose and the female nun in colorful skirt all had expressions of shock. That set of sword array, within the same rank, is almost hard to withstand, even Xiang Yihang, a mid-Yuanying cultivator, is also afraid Very.