Become a Fairy

"Arrogance!"

Not only young men in fancy clothes with scimitars, strong men with swords on their backs, female cultivators in pink clothes, and warriors from the Flying Tribe, who would be mediocre? The foundation building team came, and the silver-haired young man in front of him looked down on them so much. Everyone was furious immediately, not to kill the golden core female cultivator, but even to wash away the shame brought to them by the silver-haired youth, they had to fight hard, otherwise, what face would they have in the future?

"Broken Knife, Snake Girl, use whatever skills you have, let the silver-haired young man in front of you know the price of arrogance, kill!" section climbed.

Lu Xiaotian smiled calmly, without breaking his hand, he turned forward into the void, and at the same time retreated violently holding Dongfang Yi.

"Kill!" The stout old man yelled with a murderous look on his face. How has the Flying Cavalry Tribe been underestimated by the enemy?

The stout old man stuffed a elixir into his mouth, used the remaining mana in his body, picked up the recalled Dan Yuan Huo Lei Heavy Arrow, and put it on the bowstring. Facing such a terrifying enemy, he had to use the strongest Attacks, ordinary offensives won't do much.

"Uncle, be careful!" A young monk among the flying warriors suddenly saw a gray-white ball of light flying towards the spirit eagle seated by the stout old man at an astonishingly fast speed, and it came from behind again. By the time it was discovered, the distance was already quite close.

The stout old man was shocked and turned around, obviously seeing this scene, the stout old man snorted coldly, he didn't need his Dan Yuan Huo Lei Heavy Arrow to deal with such an attack, he stretched out his hand, and threw three small jet-black shorts from his sleeves. arrow.

It's just that these three short arrows passed through the gray-white light ball, but they didn't have much influence on it. The stout old man was shocked, and at this time he drove the eagle to fly away to dodge, but what made him feel a little relieved was The spirit eagle under the seat is also a sixth-order spirit bird, in terms of strength, it is not much worse than him, and ordinary attacks can't do anything to get it. Flying warriors, not all combat power is on these monks.

The spirit eagle under it screamed angrily, spread its wings, and stretched out its claws to grab the gray-white light ball. A solid claw shadow was caught on the gray-white light ball.

"Not good!" The stout old man saw that although the gray-white ball of light made a small hole, it still hit the spirit eagle sitting next to him. The old man couldn't even feel the fluctuation of Spirit Eagle's consciousness, and Spirit Eagle's huge body seemed to lose its support and fell to the ground.

"Jinghong!" The stout old man cried out in grief. This spirit eagle had existed since he was born, and it has been with him until now. For flying warriors, the eagle rider is not only their fighting partner, but also Their family feels extremely deep. In the eyes of ordinary monks, it is at most just a spiritual pet, but the monks of the flying cavalry tribe have a particularly deep relationship with their mounts.

The grief-stricken expression of the stout old man surprised everyone with the fiery emotion in the flying knight's heart, but the coldness in Lu Xiaotian's eyes did not waver at all, people are not grass and trees, no one is ruthless. But the camps of the two sides are different. Everyone has something worthy of fighting and protecting. If you want to blame, you can only blame them as enemies. For what you protect, Lu Xiaotian also does not hesitate to fight. life and death!

With such a clear understanding in his heart, Lu Xiaotian suddenly felt that his spiritual consciousness was suddenly a little more active than before. Although his mana had not increased, his use of mana was more flexible. This was just a feeling in his heart. It's mysterious and mysterious, but he knows that his strength has improved a little bit. This is because this time the increase made him feel a little strange. In the past, he only improved his strength through hard training and elixir, but this time it seemed to be a kind of understanding, and it was more about improving his state of mind.

Perhaps cultivation is not just about taking elixir to increase mana, but also a kind of understanding of life, fighting, and daily life.

"Ice Soul Xuanyin!" "Earth Splitter!"

Affected by the Bing Po Xuanyin, several Flying Tribe warriors who came to face each other lost their minds for a short time.

"Wu Lianhan, be careful!"

The stout old man and another flying cavalry warrior in the late stage of foundation establishment shouted loudly, but although the spiritual attack of Bingpo Xuanyin is far less powerful than the gray-white light ball emitted by Feitian Yinshi Dikun, it is not just based on It can wake people up by making a sound. The difference in realms requires these people to be distracted for a few breaths, but for Lu Xiaotian, it only takes one breath to kill these people.

Even in the Flying Cavalry tribe, it is impossible for everyone to be a late-stage foundation-building monk. Among the twenty people, apart from the stout old man, another late-stage monk was seriously injured by Dongfang Yi, and another was beheaded. Only a stout old man still has strong fighting power. It's just that the stout old man doesn't need him to worry about it.

A silver-gray figure flashed in the sky, a tiger-headed leopard-body, with a cluster of colorful feathers on its forehead, and a flying silver corpse Dikun with three tails flapping its wings, looking at the stout old man with crystal red eyes, there was no trace of it. emotion. That silver-gray figure and crystal red eyes undoubtedly did not reveal a sense of arrogance and rebellion. It seems that once it appears, it is the king of this piece of heaven.

"Roar!" The Flying Silver Corpse charged directly at the stout old man.

The stout old man lost the spirit eagle under his seat at this time. In terms of speed, he was undoubtedly a few grades behind Di Kun. Even Lu Xiaotian, relying on Qingfengfan, was a little slower than the Flying Silver Corpse who had no burden. If the place where the battle with the Flying Silver Corpse was not in a relatively small place like the tomb, at the speed of the Flying Silver Corpse, Lu Xiaotian might not be able to seriously injure and subdue it.

The stout old man was horrified when he saw Di Kun rushing towards him extremely quickly. He pointed at Di Kun with the Dan Yuan Huo Lei Heavy Arrow in his hand. He was confident in his arrow. No matter how fast the opponent was, it would not be as fast as his An off-string arrow.

Whoosh!

Huo Lei's heavy arrow pierced through the air, carrying the sound of Huo Lei.

Di Kun belongs to the family of flying Yin corpses, and the magic weapon of the thunder system has a slightly higher damage to it. Seeing this extraordinary arrow, Di Kun roared angrily, opened his mouth and spit out, and several green fireballs were shot out. Hit the Dan Yuan Huo Lei Heavy Arrow. When Lu Xiaotian asked Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang to refine Yin Sha Fire Essence to heal Di Kun's wounds, Di Kun used the excess Yin Sha Fire to refine a corpse fire. Although it was far inferior to the power of the ice-blue flame, even unable to block the heavy arrow of Dan Yuan Huo Lei, it was enough to weaken part of the force of this amazing arrow.

Facing the dwindling Dan Yuan Huo Lei Heavy Arrow, Di Kun slammed his head against you all the way.

"What?" Seeing that Di Kun directly knocked his heavy arrow away with his head, the stout old man was so shocked that there was no trace of blood on his face.