However, he still said in a deep voice: "Why are you back again? Do you want to save your life?"

Sima Weilong sneered and said, "Sure enough, it's a third-floor waste in the Qi refining period. What kind of peerless expert is hiding here?"

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Mu Feifei said: "I don't want to play cosplay either, I was forced by you."

"What bird language are you talking about?" Sima Weilong said: "You are not a disciple of this sect, so leave your weapon behind and get out!"

The roles of the two parties switched instantly.

Mu Feifei looked at the ax in his hand.

I have all my combat skills on the axe, if I hand it over, wouldn't the two years of hard training be in vain?

What's more, his life-threatening ax has reached the third level of "great success in the slightest"!

I have to say that compared with the talent in cultivation, the speed at which I can learn combat skills is really rapid.

Seeing the silence on the other side, Sima Weilong had a gloomy face, and a scorching energy was generated in his hand.

The next moment, a gigantic fireball rose up, and the high temperature distorted the surrounding air.

"Fireball!"

Mu Feifei was shocked.

This is a spell that can only be learned after reaching the fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

He is currently not eligible.

"It does have a bit of vision, but if you die under my fireball technique, you can rest in peace." Sima Weilong threw it vigorously.

The huge fireball bounced over like a cannonball.

The fierce burning sound of sizzling made one's scalp tingle.

One can imagine how terrible the consequences would be if it was hit.

Mu Feifei hastily raised his shield.

boom!

The fireball hit the shield, and a wave of air burst out, shaking Mu Feifei back several steps.

what?

Actually blocked?

Sima Weilong had a dull expression on his face, but he quickly came to his senses.

There was even a trace of greed in his eyes: "This shield is actually a high-level magic weapon? It's much better than the one issued by the Zongmen!"

Chapter 18 The first kill is successful, a sturdy and advanced magic weapon for cultivating immortals?

Mu Feifei was startled.

I didn't expect the grade of this crocodile shield to be so high.

You know, even for ordinary foundation-building monks, high-level magic weapons are not common.

Thinking that Sima Weilong couldn't break through his own defense, Mu Feifei became bolder.

Just as he was thinking, Sima Weilong rubbed his hands, and his palms were covered with a layer of green light.

"Wind Blade Art!"

Sima Weilong threw out his palm knife, and a crescent-shaped blue wind blade swung out, roaring towards him.

The wind blade was very fierce, and there was a loud sound of piercing the air in an instant, as if the void was being torn apart.

Spells, like exercises, must have corresponding spiritual roots before they can be learned.

It seems that Sima Weilong has a rare wind spirit root!

"I'll block!" Mu Feifei raised his shield again.

Unexpectedly, when Sima Weilong saw his movements, there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

When the wind blade was about to slash towards the shield, it suddenly changed direction and circled back directly.

"Or a banana ball?"

Mu Feifei was startled and was about to turn around.

With a bang, his back was hit by the wind blade.

"Haha, die, to tell you the truth, I am best at wind blade technique!" Sima Weilong smiled proudly.

It's just the next scene, but he was stunned. Except for a little spark, the armor didn't even leave a scratch.

Mu Feifei didn't even move, and stood where he was, safe and sound.

"The armor he wears is a spiritual weapon!" Junior Sister Wang exclaimed.

"What? Spiritual weapon?" Sima Weilong was shocked.

Above the magic weapon is the spiritual weapon.

There are not many spiritual weapons in the entire Da Rizong.

What is the identity of this person?

Why are there not only high-level magical weapons, but also spiritual weapons?

It's too generous.

"Junior Sister Wang, let's attack together, we must take him down." Sima Weilong said.

He used the fireball technique again, and even summoned two in one breath!

On the other side, Junior Sister Wang also nodded.

There was a trace of chill gushing out from her hand, and it condensed into a huge ice arrow about ten feet long, braving a biting cold light!

"Water Archery!"

Seeing this situation, Mu Feifei was heartbroken.

Since you guys insist on killing me, I won't sit still.

"kill!"

Mu Feifei shouted, raised his shield, and rushed forward.

Boom boom boom!

Fireballs and ice arrows charged, all of which were blocked by him.

At this moment, Mu Feifei had the feeling of charging against the hail of bullets.

Are you scared?

Of course he was afraid.

However, relying on the equipment of a local tyrant, Mu Feifei still has a bottom line in his heart.

He raised his shield aloft, like a bulldozer, and charged across.

On the other side, Sima Weilong and Junior Sister Wang continued to cast spells.

One attack after another, the smashed shields all smoked.

"Senior Brother Sima, my spiritual power is almost exhausted!" Junior Sister Wang was very anxious.

"Hold on a little longer!" Sima Weilong also complained in his heart.

Although he relied on the fifth level of Qi refining stage and had deep spiritual power in his body, he couldn't stand such consumption.

"How about we run?" Junior Sister Wang called.

Sima Weilong was about to say something when suddenly a cold voice came from beside him.

"Want to run away now? It's too late!"

I saw Mu Feifei holding a shield in one hand and an ax in the other, rushing towards him violently.

"Strike Huashan!"

He raised the battle ax high, like a full-stretched sun-shooting bow, and slashed down with one axe.

In the air, the shadow of the ax suddenly became blurred, slashing and killing.

There are nine ax shadows in total!

It is the deadly thousand heavy ax that has reached the third level!

Sima Weilong screamed and was about to run away.

But Nine Dao Ax Shadow has blocked all his way out.

The next moment, his body was torn apart.

Really, not too much, not too little.

None of the nine axes was wasted.

Junior Sister Wang, who had been out of the way for a long time, was so frightened that she yelled, "Killed, killed!"

She was so frightened that she ran wildly and fell while running, and her hair was messed up, but she still jumped up and continued to escape.

Mu Feifei looked at Sima Weilong who was so dead that he couldn't die any more.

This is his first murder.

Although in a different world, it is very common for monks to kill each other when they have conflicts.

But Mu Feifei couldn't help shivering.

"The first kill was successful. Is this the beginning of my sturdy road to immortality?"

He picked up Sima Weilong's storage bag with an ax and moved it into his hands.

Then he looked at the other party's body with disgust.

Finally couldn't hold back.

Vomited.

After a while, Mu Fei stood up.

He was thinking, did he want to chop off Junior Sister Wang by the way?

What if the other party yells indiscriminately and recruits people from the Great Rizong?

"Hey, it's the first time I killed someone. I didn't think about many things. I will definitely not let anyone go next time."

Mu Feifei began to sum up experience and lessons.

Seeing no one around, he quietly walked into the distance.

After finding a secluded corner, Mu Fei shook open Sima Weilong's storage bag.

Crackling and falling a bunch of things.

Immediately, a reminder appeared in my mind.

Obtain a copy of the fireball technique cheat book.

System rewards (optional)

One: One hundred copies of Fireball Technique.

Two: A Pyroblast book.

Obtain a copy of Wind Blade.

System rewards (optional)

One: One hundred copies of Wind Blade Technique.

Two: A book on Tornado Technique.

Obtain ten Qi Gathering Pills.

System rewards (optional)

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