Become a Fairy

Before the hooked-nosed man could react, another flying sword with a transparent and elegant murderous intent loomed in front of him, flying lightly. At first glance, it was still hundreds of feet away, but when I realized it, the flying sword had already bullied within a few feet.

The man with the hooked nose turned pale in astonishment, he chanted a spell, opened his mouth and spit out a puff of green fire, which turned into a light mirror in the air.

Lu Xiaotian let out a light gasp, his consciousness attached to the Piaomiao flying sword stagnated, and he lost the trace of the man with the hooked nose.

Lu Xiaotian quickly switched another sub-primordial spirit, and the Piaomiao flying sword slashed forward sharply again, the yellow mirror's defensive power didn't seem to be strong, it clicked, and was pierced by the Piaomiao flying sword. From the light mirror, there was a scream, and the hooked-nosed man's body had been cut in two, and a cloud of yellow mist supported his upper body, fleeing in panic. Even Bi Phosphorus Xuanxing Fighting Ruler who was cut flying by the Earth Splitter couldn't care about it.

"Stop him!" Lu Xiaotian sent a voice transmission to Yuan Min. Although the man with the hooked nose was at the late stage of Jindan, his vitality was seriously injured at this time, and even the body of Yuanshen was injured by his ethereal flying sword. Eighth, Yuan Min can handle it.

"How courageous!" Just now, the situation of the battle here was in the breath, and when Situ Jinfeng reacted, the battle between Lu Xiaotian and his second senior brother had been settled, and it was too late to even intervene in the rescue.

"Spirit cannon, shoot!" Situ Jinfeng quickly ordered loudly. This silver-haired monk is too powerful. He obviously has overwhelming strength, but he has endured until now. He must have a plan. Immediately, he wanted to use the spirit cannon to kill Lu Xiaotian.

Even if all the last spirit stone reserves are used up, just killing this person is totally worth it.

It's just that Lu Xiaotian won't give the opponent another chance at this time, the defensive spirit shield is already close at hand, and at the same time that it almost cut the man with the hooked nose into two pieces, Lu Xiaotian has already taken out the psychic golden whip, which has surpassed With the treasure of the magic weapon of Danyuan, he lashed hard on the defensive spirit shield with a whip. The defensive spirit shield trembled violently, and a small gap was torn open.

Lu Xiaotian frowned slightly, it really wasn't his own thing, after using Daotian Jiaxi Xuangong to forcibly sacrifice it, the psychic golden whip was used a few times, and its power had already weakened significantly.

It's just that when the golden whip fell for the second time, the crack in the protective spirit shield was torn even bigger before it completely healed, Lu Xiaotian's figure flashed, and he got in from the crack.

Boom Several spiritual cannons came one after another, but Lu Xiaotian had already entered the defensive spirit shield, and had already entered the blind spot of some spiritual cannons. The disciples of the Xingyue Demon Sect on the ship did not react as fast as Situ Jinfeng after all, and there were only four spiritual cannons Although the attack power of the second shot is powerful, it can only be used for ordinary Golden Core cultivators.

In order to save time, Lu Xiaotian waved the psychic golden whip again, directly breaking up the incoming beam of light. Before the opponent's spirit cannon fired for the second round, Lu Xiaotian boarded the boat like a demon god, and the Piaomiao flying sword slashed across the air, and the three early Jindan cultivators had their heads cut off before they could even react.

Seeing this, the Foundation Establishment cultivators on the boat turned pale with horror, unable to resist in the slightest. They all scattered around.

When did such a murderous god appear in Lingxiao Palace! Situ Jinfeng was terrified and wanted to run away, but found in despair that Lu Xiaotian was already standing in front of him.

As for another early Jindan cultivator, who fled from the opposite direction, Situ Jinfeng just glanced back, and a golden knife had already passed through the back of the same sect. The body of the same door fell from the air.

Situ Jinfeng took a hard breath, because he knew that he was the only one left among the Jindan monks who came together after his fellow sect died, so naturally he would not be spared.

Yuan Min had already killed the man with the hooked nose who was seriously injured at this time, and Feng Yuehua and other foundation-builder cultivators from Lingxiao Palace rushed over one after another. The basic cultivators had no fighting spirit at all, and it was a one-sided massacre. As for some of the qi refining monks on the flying warship, there was no one who flew into the sky and escaped from the ground.

Feng Yuehua excitedly controlled the flying sword to kill a person, and looked up at the Palace Master who determined the entire battle situation. At this time, a blood line appeared in the throat of the only Golden Core cultivator on the other side, and his body fell limply to the ground. The last trace of danger has also been eliminated, and the overall situation has been settled.

In just one day, twelve Golden Core cultivators fell into the hands of the new palace lord, and captured a flying warship, as well as a boat full of spirit herbs and some magic weapons. Compared with the harvest, the loss is almost negligible.

All the monks of the Lingxiao Palace on the boat looked at the palace master in front of them enthusiastically, their eyes were like a mountain looking up.

At this time, on the deck, there were still a group of Xingyue Demon Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators who surrendered. At this time, they looked at this calm silver-haired cultivator with horrified eyes. The owner of Lingxiao Palace was not an old man named Wei Litian. ? Even if Wei Litian came in person, he should never have such a heaven-defying means.

He also captured hundreds of foundation-building monks and some Qi-refining monks. Feng Yuehua immediately went to count the gains. The spirit stone is no less than one million, and it is regarded as private property. Naturally, he is reluctant to use it for the flying warship unless it is an emergency, and it is too late to regret it.

"Palace Master, here is a map scroll of Tianjian Mountain, which I collected from the food bag of the man with hooked nose." Not long after, Feng Yuehua sent a map scroll to Lu Xiaotian, and also drafted a copy of the seized supplies list.

"The battleship is full of spiritual herbs, the exact number has yet to be counted." At this time, Feng Yuehua was just like other monks, with an excited expression on his face. Although I lost the flying kite warship, I now have a flying warship, and there are a large number of spirit stones provided by the palace master, as well as the spirit stones seized from the storage bags of a few golden core monks, which are enough to wield It's been a while.

"Make the list more detailed and distribute it after Tianjian Mountain gathers the main force of Lingxiao Palace." Lu Xiaotian waved his hand, signaling Feng Yuehua to deal with it by himself. For such trivial matters, he should take care of them as little as possible.

Attention shifted to the map scroll of Tianjian Mountain, which is a map of the distribution of the general forces of the enemy and us. Among the six Jindan monks, only the man with the hook nose has this one. It can be seen that the map scroll is in the sky, the southern desert , It is not a trivial matter in the three major immortal cultivation worlds of Xingxiu.

Jin Chanjiao, Flying Rider Tribe, Xingyue Demon Sect, Jieshengjiao. Lu Xiaotian glanced at the scroll of this map, and the camp of Jieshengjiao was next to the Xingyue Demon Sect. A very bold idea suddenly came to Lu Xiaotian's heart.