Unlimited Adventures

Feng Wu summoned it with one hand, and suddenly his complexion changed. The wood element vitality that should have been billowing only floated to a negligible trace. This vitality can be blown away with a sneeze!

How is this going! ?

Before he could think about it, the dark stick shadow had silently hit the top of his head. After all, Feng Wu was a master of Rank Nine, he was not surprised, and he screamed. In the dantian, the green Yuan Ying ray mastered.

Suddenly, mysterious lights flashed outside the body, and the mask, body shield, body armor...the magic weapons were directly put on.

With one flick of one hand, a green bracelet on his wrist turned into a green snake that was several feet wide and several feet long. It flicked slightly, and then whizzed towards the stick figure.

This is not enough. Pointing to the ground on one foot, there are vines that are as thick as a child's arms shooting directly from the side, entangled and entangled, like a dragon, entrenched above the head.

He is a master of Rank Nine, even if the same magic weapon and the same spell are in his hands, this power is more than twice as powerful as that of Cang Kui.

In the air, on Xiang Yang's forehead, a faint blood-colored dragon shadow has appeared. This is his performance of transporting the power of the flesh to the extreme. This stick will be broken even if it is hard and dangerous!

The spirit of the Ruyi stick seemed to feel his determination, and the stick body trembled slightly. With every tremor, the speed of falling increased by one point, and with every tremor, the unstoppable momentum was strengthened by one point. ...

What if you are a master of Rank Nine? Under my formation, you can't attract the vitality of heaven and earth! What are you using to block my blow?

Outside the Longxian Gorge, a pair of eyes stared at him tightly without blinking. As the shadow of the stick fell, the atmosphere became more tense, but no one would think that a monk in the period of alchemy can give a monk in the nine-revolution period. It can cause any damage, this stick, if it can make the opponent back so little, it is already a great achievement.

Under the eyes of everyone, the stick shadow finally touched the green spirit snake that Feng Wu had summoned.

A shocking situation happened...

Just an instant, the snake broke off!

Vine dragon, crush!

The mask, shattered!

Shield, torn apart!

The body armor, directly collapsed!

Just an instant! This stick, with the force of destroying the dead, swept away all the magic weapons and spells that Fengwu had summoned...

At the moment when the spirit snake and the stick shadow touched, Feng Wu's face finally changed. In his feeling, in that moment, Xiang Yang Lianren with the stick suddenly disappeared, and replaced by a towering mountain facing him. Suppressed hard.

This silent blow was so powerful! ?

Even if he is a Rank Nine master, his physical body may not be much stronger than Yuan Yingqi's, thinking of the withered end, at this time, he, how can he care about the top, directly smashed a shrunken ground into an inch talisman. Go out of the way.

However, something even more shocking happened to him. The spell only flashed slightly and then there was no movement. He could only watch the dark stick figure tear everything apart and come right away...

In the air, Xiang Yang showed a smile at the corner of his mouth. With the experience of fighting Cangku before, how could he still make such omissions? You came to my site and still want to use this kind of trash charm?

All this happened between the electric light and flint. A few feet behind Feng Wu, Feng Tong had never reacted. A loud noise came from his ear, and a large crater with a width of more than ten feet appeared in front of him. Thick cracks spread out in all directions, almost all the sapphire stones in front of him sank in, and then spread towards the top spot he was sitting on...

"What about the kid and my brother?"

Feng Tong jumped up anxiously, and watched as the leading position under his **** was swallowed by the crack, but he couldn't take care of this, and he swept over the big pit.

Before he waited for him to look at it, a black shadow emerged from the pit, whizzed towards his head and stabbed him, Feng Tong screamed, and just about to lean back to avoid it, suddenly his whole body sank. In an instant, it became extremely heavy, and his movements slowed down countless times.

The cultivation base of the same Ninth Revolution period, his cultivation base was a bit worse than Fengwu, and his reaction was even worse. He stretched out his hand and found that he couldn't awaken the vitality of the world, and suddenly frightened his soul flying out of the sky. He had no time to put him on him. A piece of armor watched the black spot stabbed in front of my eyes...

Undoubtedly, the armor was directly shattered, and the latter figure seemed to have been slapped by a giant beast, and shot backwards, and the luxurious cloud boat was directly knocked out of a human-shaped hole...

It only took a short time before and after, and the two masters of the Ninth-Ranking period had been put down directly. The Nascent Infant and Pill-Jie cultivator they had brought with them looked dumbfounded, their hair standing on their bodies, and they even ran away. The courage is gone.

Similarly, outside the Dragon Gorge, the monks who were onlookers were also dumbfounded. Some of them didn't even control the flying sword for a while, and almost never fell.

What did they see? A monk in the Dan formation stage, two sticks to kill two nine turns? The opponent has no power to fight back?

Although they are immortal cultivators, they still want to ask, did I see the immortal descending to the earth... Why is everything so unreal?

On the mountain peak where the Sanshentang gathered, the high platform built up by dozens of huge rocks crashed down. In the dust, the weird man rushed out with a gray head and face, and without using a flying sword, he strode directly and his figure flickered. He had already grabbed dozens of feet, and ran towards Longxian Gorge just like that, and he couldn't help yelling, "Fuck me, where did the little monster come from... suddenly like this, I must know Brother Jing!" "

On the mountain closest to Longxian Gorge, Sima Canang and Sima Zizhong also looked like hell~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After looking at each other for a few times, Sima Canang took a breath and returned. After passing the gods, pointing down there, shook his head and said, "This little guy really doesn't want to provoke..."

Sima Zizhong stared at the big pit and the vague flesh and blood at the bottom of the big pit, and muttered: "Ancestor, that kid...what exactly did that kid use...that stick..."

Sima Shenang glared at him: "Even if it's an immortal weapon? I've given it to you, do you dare to ask for it?"

Sima Zizhong said in a nonchalant manner: "Old ancestors, immortal artifacts are naturally impossible. It is hard to say whether there are immortal artifacts in the mountains and seas. How many levels of power can it exert? Fengwu Fengtong is in the middle of the ninth revolution, why is there no power to fight back at all?"

Sima Canang took a deep look at Longxian Gorge, shook his head and said: "The key is not the stick, but the formation... Tsk tsk, the formation that can prevent the power of heaven and earth even during the Ninth Revolution... Behind him, there must be no doubt that the entire mountain and sea world can count the overlord, and this little guy has a boundless future in the future!"

As he talked, he suddenly laughed: "I don't know how many high incense the ancestors of the past have burned. My Floating Jade Sect can actually produce such a arrogant... Zizhong, Qingmutang, you can move!"