Ling tripod

"Ding!"

The golden flying sword arrived first, Chu Yan suddenly blocked it with his right fist in front of him, and the flying sword hit the back of the hand covered with white bones with a crisp sound.

"What?"

The golden-robed old man was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him. This incredible thing of resisting the flying sword with bare hands was now in front of him. The golden-robed old man felt that his eyes were blurry.

The golden-robed old man was stunned for a short time. How could Chu Yan waste such an opportunity? He grabbed the hilt of the golden flying sword with both hands and pressed it to the ground. Chu Yan's body was extremely strong after being transformed by the black light column. At this time, his physical strength was comparable to that of the golden-robed old man, a great perfectionist.

Taking advantage of the golden-robed old man's brief negligence, Chu Yan grabbed the flying sword with his bare hands and slammed it to the ground. Then, he clenched his right fist and slammed it on the golden flying sword with the back of his hand facing down.

"Bang!"

The golden flying sword made a buzzing sound and completely became dim.

"Puff!"

The old man in the golden robe spurted blood again in the distance. He could no longer feel the connection with the golden flying sword. The horror in the old man's heart could not be described in words. What kind of freak did he encounter today?

The spell was cast instantly, and the spell was fused. He was only at the eighth level of Qi training, but he could cast a spell that surpassed the low-cost thirteen patterns. Now he could even resist the flying sword with his bare hands.

"But you will still die in the end!"

After a brief shock, the old man in the golden robe had a sinister look in his eyes. The strength of the scissor-headed scorpion was as high as the third-level advanced level, and its strength was comparable to that of a cultivator at the twelfth level of Qi training. The old man in the golden robe did not think that the fat crow could be the opponent of the scissor-headed scorpion. After killing the monster, it would be easy to kill the little ghost whose spiritual power had been exhausted.

The old man in the golden robe sneered, but the next moment he widened his eyes in horror:

"Oh, oh, oh..."

The big black chicken cried out loudly, and its swollen body quickly shrank, and a white mist gushed out of its mouth!

Suddenly, a piercing chill spread.

The green venom that the scissor spit out was instantly frozen, and the next moment, a layer of frost covered the body of the scissor scissor. The scissor scissor struggled to break the frost, but how could the big black chicken give him such a chance.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

The big black chicken proudly raised its head and cried again, and at the same time, its fat body like a ball rotated rapidly, and the chicken's mouth hit the scissor scissor like a steel drill.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

With a series of huge collision sounds, the scissor scissor screamed and was knocked away by the big black chicken!

Instant kill! It was a complete instant kill!

The blood in the bloody hole in the head of the scissor-headed venomous scorpion has solidified.

The big black chicken walked to the body of the scissor-headed venomous scorpion with the steps of a winner, tore off a large piece of flesh and blood, chewed it for a few times, and spat it out, and made a willful act of vomiting.

"I was wrong, this is a complete monster!"

The old man in the golden robe felt a chill on his back, took out a pill, with a look of pain on his face, and finally swallowed it into his mouth with a fierce grit of teeth.

This pill was the condensed spirit and life-reducing pill that Qi Diao Mu, the little rival in the peak, had eaten before. The old man in the golden robe, who was forced into a desperate situation, had to resort to this extreme measure. As long as the spiritual power was restored, this kid would definitely lose.

However:

A transparent finger force came at lightning speed and hit the lower abdomen of the old man in the golden robe.

"Puff!"

The old man in the golden robe was instantly turned into a "bow" shape by this blow, and the pill he had just taken in his mouth was also spit out.

"It's over!"

The old man in the golden robe knew that he was finished.

Liu Yueying looked at each other coldly in the sky and retracted her delicate jade hand. Chu Yan fought so hard, how could she give the other party a chance to take advantage of her.

With the help of the spiritual liquid, Chu Yan finally recovered the third level of spiritual power. He walked to the four flying swords that fell on the ground. The light blue spiritual power in his hand brushed over the four flying swords. At the same time, he frowned, and the powerful divine consciousness drove the spiritual power to look down on the four flying swords. In the blink of an eye, he wiped out the divine consciousness on the four flying swords.

The rebuilt Chu Yan's divine consciousness was already extremely powerful. Now he has practiced the "Thousand Thoughts Yuan Jue" and his divine consciousness has reached an extremely terrifying level.

"Puff puff puff!"

The old man in the golden robe was seriously injured again and spurted out three mouthfuls of blood again. His divine consciousness had completely lost contact with the four flying swords.

He didn't expect that the divine consciousness of this little ghost was even stronger than his own, and he wiped out his divine consciousness left in the magic weapon so easily.

Chu Yan bit his index finger and tapped four times. The four flying swords were instantly sacrificed and became Chu Yan's magic weapons.

"Rise!"

Chu Yan said lightly, chanting the magic formula to drive objects. The dragon turtle shield, the fire scale knife, the golden copper bell, and the four flying swords that now emit a light blue light flew up at the same time and floated in front of Chu Yan. Chu Yan walked towards the old man in the golden robe step by step. The seven magic weapons were around him, shining brightly, like an immortal descending to the earth.

Controlling seven magic weapons at the same time is comparable to the strength of the mind of a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building. The old man in the golden robe was full of regret at this time. If he had known that this boy had such a monstrous cultivation, why would he come to die? At the same time, he also regretted that if he had not underestimated the enemy at the beginning...

"Go to hell!"

An almost crazy roar came into Chu Yan's ears. He felt that an extremely dangerous breath was locked on him, and Chu Yan couldn't help but look serious.

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