An Ordinary Path to Immortality

After all, the monk surnamed Han is a strong foundation builder with rich combat experience and strong strength. He knows that Nanming Feng Yanhuo cannot be resisted. While throwing out ice talismans to block Feng Yanhuo, he took out a weapon from his storage bag. The sledgehammer swung rapidly, beating the flames of the phoenix beside him into sparks flying all over the sky.

However, the power of the phoenix flames was very powerful, and Fang Ping was still deliberately controlling it. The phoenix flames flew towards him, and not long after, the sledgehammer in his hand lost all its energy and turned into scrap metal.

However, he then took out a large shield. The shield's aura flickered, shielding him from the phoenix flames and giving him room to dodge.

At this moment, the wind and thunder wings behind Fang Ping shook, and he was already flying high into the sky.

When the fire-generating bow was fully drawn, he stretched out his hand to fish it out, and several balls of phoenix flames were directly turned into a long flaming arrow by him.

"Whoosh"

The long sword transformed by Feng Yanhuo came out from the string and shot towards the opponent at an unparalleled speed.

The monk surnamed Han was shocked again. Where did Fang Ping come from? How come he had treasures one after another, and each one was extraordinary.

Especially this long bow, it doesn't even need arrows, and it can turn the phoenix flame into long arrows and shoot them out.

However, he had no time to think about this at all now, because the flaming arrow was extremely fast. As soon as it left the fire-generating bow, it had already appeared beside him the next moment.

He hurriedly activated the jade pendant on his waist, and the jade pendant released a spiritual light, blocking the flaming arrow.

But in front of the flaming arrow, this jade pendant broke into pieces at a touch.

"Pa"

The moment the jade pendant bought for him gave him enough time to avoid the long arrow.

"Bang"

The long arrow was nailed into the mountain wall. It was so hard that even the best magic weapon could not penetrate too deep into the mountain wall, and a deep hole with black smoke was directly driven out by the long arrow.

"Fang Ping, you deserve to die!"

Brother Hanxin cursed loudly, his heart bleeding.

In just such a short time, he had already lost two high-grade magic weapons, the sledgehammer and the big shield, and the jade pendant was a top-grade magic weapon that had been with him for many years.

Now there are almost no magic weapons left on him that can be used.

After many years of foundation building and wealth accumulated for many years, he only received a spiritual weapon.

But now he is completely reluctant to use it. Whether facing Fang Tian Hua Ji or Nan Ming Feng Yan Huo, if he uses his long sword, the spiritual weapon will inevitably be damaged.

But if you don't take care of the spiritual weapons, these high-grade magical weapons on your body will not help the battle situation at all.

And the few remaining top-quality magic weapons seemed to have no effect on Fang Ping.

Seeing Fang Ping bending his bow again, he once again controlled Nanming Feng Yanhuo to turn into a long arrow and aimed at him.

He raised his heart, patted the storage bag, and a long sword appeared in front of him.

"die!"

He pinched his sword finger and moved a little further towards Fang Ping.

The long sword turned into a stream of light and flew towards Fang Ping.

"Flying sword!"

Fang Ping thought, this long sword should be his flying sword.

How come the other party's dignified Foundation-Building Monk actually used his flying swords against the enemy not long after he opened fire?

He was confused in his heart, but he didn't dare to raise his eyebrows. He hurriedly shot an arrow, then put away his fire bow and held Fang Tian's painted halberd, trying to separate the opponent's flying sword.

But this flying sword was extremely flexible. When Fang Tian's painted halberd was about to touch the flying sword, he actually circled around in the air, and then charged towards Fang Ping again. x33xs.com

"Divine Consciousness Control Sword!"

Fang Ping understood immediately, and then reacted quickly. The wind and thunder wings behind him shook, and his body disappeared instantly.

When Fang Ping appeared not far away, the glow of the Liuyun robe on his body was dim, and there was also a blood mark on his neck.

If he hadn't reacted quickly and had Liuyun's robe and wind and thunder wings to help him, this sword would have cut off his head.

Touching the blood on his neck, Fang Ping snorted coldly, his consciousness spread out, and he stared closely at the flying sword to prevent him from being hit again.

"With this little bit of background, is he worthy of being called a Foundation Establishment Monk?" Fang Ping dodged again and avoided the sneak attack of the flying sword.

"Haha, if my cultivation wasn't suppressed here, I could suppress you with just a flip of my hand."

"With the same level of cultivation as him, you are nothing worth mentioning in front of me."

Fang Ping also felt a little helpless in his heart. After all, the opponent was a foundation-building expert with a powerful spirit and rich combat experience. He had used all his trump cards and there was nothing he could do against the opponent for a while.

Of course, the other party seems to have nothing to do with him.

However, this flying sword is really annoying. If you are not careful, you may be successfully attacked by him.

Now the power of Liuyun's robe has been greatly reduced, and it is about to break. Now he can only use a series of defensive talismans to arrange a spiritual shield around his body to protect himself.

The power of Nanming Feng Yanhuo has been exhausted, but it has not been able to cause much damage to the opponent.

In addition to the opponent's powerful spirit that could be easily avoided, Fang Ping was also helpless as the opponent decisively consumed several high-grade and top-quality magical weapons to offset the power of Nanming Fengyanhuo.

"Whoosh!" The opponent's flying sword struck again, and Fang Ping dodged again.

At the same time, the Huanglong Spear struck out and flew away the Immortal Binding Rope that the opponent had sneak attack on.

This rope had already been used once when the other party used it to save Jiang Zhenhuan, so Fang Ping was naturally on guard.

At this time, Fang Ping already felt that his spiritual energy consumption was a bit serious. Fang Ping felt that his spiritual energy consumption was a bit serious.

Because the Wind and Thunder Wing consumes too much spiritual power.

Suddenly, Fang Ping took out the talisman and before the opponent's flying sword arrived, he instantly activated the talisman and pointed at the opponent.

"The Sword Breaking Technique."

The Sky-breaking Sword Art of the mid-stage foundation building was activated with all its strength, and a large sword appeared out of thin air, with clear foundation building power, slashing down at the opponent.

Although the long sword was suppressed by the secret realm formation when it was slashed down, its power was constantly compressed.

But under Fang Ping's deliberate control, the distance between the two was already very close.

And Fang Ping used the talisman to sneak attack, and did not give the Sky-breaking Sword Art too much time to be exposed.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

There were three buzzing sounds on his face, and three Sky-breaking Sword Art were used by Fang Ping in succession.

Then he swallowed a few more spiritual pills to restore his spiritual power, and feeling the rapid recovery of his spiritual power, he took out the Yanhuo bow again and shot two arrows at the opponent.

The spiritual power in his body was exhausted again, and he took out a spiritual milk that restored his spiritual power and swallowed a drop, and his spiritual power was instantly restored.

He put away the Yanhuo bow, held Fang Tian Painter, and shook the wind and thunder wings behind him, and directly killed the opponent.

"Dang"

With a crisp sound, the monk surnamed Han controlled the bronze bell to cover Fang Ping, but was split by Fang Ping's halberd, and Fang Ping continued to charge at the other party.

"Want to get close? Wishful thinking."

The monk surnamed Han sneered, knowing that his flying sword had caused Fang Ping a lot of trouble, so that Fang Ping had to give up the Yanhuo Bow and fight him in close combat.

The next moment, the flying sword came to his feet, and he stepped on the flying sword to distance himself from Fang Ping.

But the next moment, a colorful streak appeared out of thin air in front of him and rushed towards his chest.

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