Chapter 590 Yuanyang 0 Needle Pocket

Xiao Songyuan was startled when he suddenly heard the message from his clan ancestor.

The ancestor's solemn reminder showed that the monk on the other side must have some other methods that he was not aware of. He couldn't help but secretly become a little more vigilant.

Seeing another old monk from Shuang Snake Valley on stage, Qin Fengming's expression calmed down. He smiled slightly and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiao is just joking. Wei was lucky enough to defeat the two previous fellow Taoists by chance. I hope fellow Daoist Xiao will be merciful during the competition."

Seeing that the monk opposite was not floating in the air, Qin Fengming moved and landed on the stone platform.

He was also very curious about the middle-aged monk in front of him, the old man named Xiao who was hosting the competition. The middle-aged man's face was calm and there was nothing outstanding about him. However, during the competition, he frequently used tricks that made it difficult for his opponent to guard against him.

Such a smart and powerful person, even himself, has the idea of ​​​​accepting Qin Fengming as his disciple.

Seeing the last Twin Snake Valley monk appear on the scene, the scene immediately became silent. This can be said to be an ultimate battle. Both sides have powerful means. No one can judge who will win at this time.

After both parties stood still and stopped answering, the old man surnamed Xiao Chengdan made a contest gesture.

Following the old man's command, a white light shield suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Songyuan. This light shield was extremely thick and appeared to be extremely tough. Judging from the energy fluctuations it flashes, there is no doubt that it is a top-level defensive weapon.

Seeing that the other party was so careful, Qin Fengming smiled slightly in his heart, but he did not make the slightest move. He just stared at the other party closely, as if waiting for the other party to make a move.

After using the light shield, Xiao Songyuan waved his hands continuously without stopping. Immediately, two black flying snakes that were more than ten feet long appeared in the air. They were two flying black snakes, and their levels reached the second level of high-grade monsters. grade.

The flying black snake is extremely poisonous and is very good at spewing venom. As long as a monk is contaminated with a little bit of it, he may die. And the speed is extremely fast, making it difficult to guard against.

Seeing that the opponent actually had two such powerful spiritual beasts with him, Qin Fengming also waved his hand and released the giant spider. With the huge body shaking, he immediately intercepted the two flying black snakes.

Although the level of spiders is much higher than that of flying snakes, it is extremely difficult to kill two extremely fast-moving flying snakes in a moment under the strong urging of the opponent. Immediately, the three monster beasts became entangled in the air, and it was difficult to tell the winner.

When his spirit beast was blocked, Xiao Songyuan did not change his expression. Then he continued to wave his hands, and a soft object flew out of his hand. When it spread out in the air, it immediately turned into two huge pieces of silk cloth that were two feet in size.

Qin Fengming looked intently and saw that the silk cloth was flashing with huge energy fluctuations, and it was undoubtedly two top-level spiritual weapons. There are a large number of bright spikes on the silk cloth, as many as thousands.

This is definitely the Mandarin Duck Thousand Needle Pocket that Xiao Qinghao mentioned.

Looking at the two huge pieces of silk cloth, Qin Fengming also increased his vigilance. Since Xiao Qinghao solemnly mentioned it, it means that this spiritual weapon must be difficult to deal with, and he certainly does not want to stumble in front of this spiritual weapon.

Just when Qin Fengming was concentrating on watching, two pieces of silk cloth were spinning and quickly covering him.

Qin Fengming would not sit back and wait for death. With a wave of his hand, two giant blades flew out from his sleeves and turned into huge weapons two or three feet long, slashing at two pieces of silk cloth respectively.

"Bang, bang"

With two dull sounds, the two powerful giant blades seemed to be cutting on the dough, without any feeling of impact. Just when Qin Fengming was surprised, he saw two giant blades being thrown out by one of the silk cloths as the silk cloth shook. Only under the strong control of Qin Fengming's spiritual thoughts did he stabilize them again.

This change also surprised Qin Fengming.

After a pause, the two pieces of silk cloth immediately shook and wrapped around Qin Fengming again.

Seeing this, Qin Fengming didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. As soon as he moved, Biyun Lost Movement was used, and he immediately began to avoid around the competition arena.

Looking at the phenomenon just now, no matter how many spiritual weapons there are, it will be difficult to effectively block the silk cloth.

Under the obstruction of the two giant blades, the speed of the silk cloth was greatly affected. It could not wrap up Qin Fengming.

Although Qin Fengming was not in any danger due to his body skills, this situation was disadvantageous to him. He had no means to attack the opponent, but he was always on guard and consumed much more mana than the opponent.

Facing this kind of spiritual weapon, Qin Fengming was unable to deal with it for a moment. If you use fire bombs to attack, but the opponent's spiritual weapon is silk cloth, if you move it and attack with only one side, very few fire bombs will hit it, and it will be difficult to cause much damage to it.

Seeing the swift movement of the middle-aged monk opposite, Xiao Songyuan was helpless for a moment. Although the Yuanyang Thousand Needle Pocket was extremely powerful, its speed was inferior to that of the opponent.

But he didn't show any signs of anxiety. Until now, he had only sacrificed one spiritual weapon. Although it was two pieces of silk cloth, it came in a set. When it was driven, it only needed to consume one spiritual weapon. It's just magic power.

But the opponent was driving two top-level spiritual weapons while having to dodge. His own magic power is not as deep as his own. The longer it lasts, the more beneficial it is to him. Thinking of this, he stared at the middle-aged monk opposite him coldly without any urgency.

At this time, Qin Fengming no longer wanted to expose the Huomang Talisman, but it was difficult to effectively defeat these two spiritual weapons.

As he was running away, his mind was flashing, and his consciousness was searching carefully in the storage ring on his body, trying to find a spiritual weapon to resist this difficult silk cloth.

Suddenly, a black object appeared in his consciousness. This object was completely black and shaped like an ink bucket. It was obtained from the ink cloud bucket of the monks of the Demon Mountain Sect. This spiritual weapon is extremely sinister and can pollute the opponent's soul. device. Facing these two silk cloth spiritual weapons, it should be very effective.

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Fengming immediately stopped and with a wave of his hand, Mo Yun Dou was sacrificed into the air, and it immediately turned into a black object several feet in size.

Under the stimulation of his spiritual thoughts, a ball of extremely foul-smelling black juice spurted out from the huge black thing, and in an instant it became more than ten feet in size. He immediately stopped in front of two pieces of silk cloth. Then it rolled and wrapped around two pieces of silk cloth.

Seeing that the other party actually sacrificed such an evil spiritual weapon, Xiao Songyuan was also shocked, but he only paused for a moment, and then with the urging of his spiritual thoughts, the silk cloth began to shake violently, then rotated at high speed, and he wanted to escape from that. Passed under black juice.

But what surprised him was that as soon as his silk cloth came into contact with the black juice, he immediately felt an extremely dense stickiness coming from him. Even the shaking of the silk cloth became extremely difficult.

Xiao Songyuan, who was extremely experienced in fighting, was shocked. He immediately used his spiritual thoughts to urge the two pieces of silk cloth to break free from the black juice with great difficulty.