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From entering the village and meeting the soul-devouring beast until the end of the battle just now, it was just a stick of incense, but from those soul-devouring beasts disappeared to now, the time was shorter, but Zhangfan and the big fellow only said two words, and once again there was an unknown storm.
Zhangfan and Qing Zhong’s low-ranking disciples, including the big fellow, all looked into the place where laughter came from at the same time.
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Chapter ninety-three The magic way to build a foundation
I saw the place where a few soul-devouring beasts disappeared in the west of the village. With the laughter falling, a monk wearing a blue shirt and a gray-black beard appeared out of thin air on the ground. A huge soul-devouring beast was stepping at the foot of the monk, and this soul-devouring beast was different from what I just saw. No matter from the size or the color of its body, it was obviously a second-order monster beast, while the monk stepped on the huge back of the soul-devouring beast with empty hands.
Zhangfan eyes a clot, and looked into the blue monk, but immediately felt a strong pressure to himself, will be out of breath. Zhangfan’s body rustled and shook in front of foreign coercion, and his feet were already several inches deep underground, while the four people around Zhangfan had already thrown themselves on the ground.
Only the big fellow with the big sword in his hand was not affected by it. I saw the big fellow holding the big sword in his hands and saying "Jian Yuan is broken" in his mouth. The big sword once again shone with reddish light, and the substantial sword mans surprised and struck the clearing in front of Zhangfan. As the big fellow broke out with the word "broken", the sword mans cut off the invisible coercion.
The monk opposite was blocked from releasing his spiritual knowledge, but the blue-shirted monk just gave a "ash" and asked, "Jian Yuan?" Then he looked at the big fellow, and after a while, he said, "What a powerful sword and soul, but you have no spiritual roots at all, so you can’t practice the magic of the fairy family." It is a pity to have a good body. " Then I ignored it, just looked at Zhangfan and said, "You killed my soul-eater."
As soon as the coercion was removed, Zhangfan’s psychic force moved around in the body for a week, removing the discomfort just now, and instead of answering, he asked, "Magic practice in the foundation period?" Why is it here? "
Hearing this, the old man laughed and said, "You have some knowledge, but you can’t know why I am here. But kill my soul-eater, and bring your life with you! " The last sentence of the old man looked ferocious, and there was a yoshimitsu in his eyes.
"Why did you set up a magic array in this village?" Zhangfan asked.
Startled, the old man replied, "My soul-eating beast is about to evolve, and it has been restless in the spirit beast bag, so I can only take a strange risk to evolve here." But it’s a waste of time to tell you. " Zhangfan also understood that the old man was willing to take risks and choose here, but the security was revealed by the right monk. It turned out that the soul-eating beast was going to evolve.
And the words sound just fell and the blue magic repair, as if don’t want to talk nonsense with Zhangfan, I saw that it just brushed the sleeve, a pure black spirit mans strength to Zhangfan they hit, for the monk in the construction period, Zhangfan in their eyes, there is no doubt that the existence of the worm, there is no need to use multiplier.
Zhang Fan’s mind turns to Dianzhuan, and his life hangs by a thread, regardless of the so-called secret. He slaps his right hand on his waist, and the spirit sword of Ebony is held in his hand in an instant. The spirit sword of Ebony is made of apricot wood, which has the effect of breaking evil and permeates precious materials such as Dolly, and its tenacity is even more exquisite. If it is held in the hands of a monk in infancy, it is enough to wield some power of channeling ancient treasures.
Although this sword can only wield its binary power in Zhangfan’s hands, it has the effect of breaking evil spirits. Zhangfan just blocked the offering of the spirit sword of Ebony in front of him, and the black awn of the blue-shirted monk turned into several lanes in the air twenty or thirty meters away. As soon as the two came into contact, the sound of "bursts" appeared, accompanied by thick smoke, and the thunder awn attached to the body of the spirit sword of Ebony intertwined with the black awn to vomit.
And that a few monks with Zhangfan stuff, see points to attack the black mans, eyes flashed a trace of despair, originally just under the pressure of the blue old man Lingwei, has become quite unbearable four monks there and the strength to fight back.
Only the girl named sapphire lying on the ground, because she fainted and didn’t know anything about the danger, even if she died, became the luckiest one.
Is the big fellow, I saw that he will be in the hands of a giant sword, his hands directly holding the hilt, the tip of the sword to the ground, the body to the left, suddenly a substantial sword mans surprises, to meet several other black mans, the intersection of the two, the big fellow was hit back three zhangs, across three deep grooves on the ground, one for the tip of the sword, the other is caused by the big fellow’s feet bearing resistance and supporting the ground.
I don’t know what material the big man’s sword is made of. It bears the force of the sword yuan without any damage, and its fighting capacity is far from that of the other four monks.
Sword repair, Zhangfan mind for a moment.
The old man’s black mountain was blocked by Zhangfan and the big fellow, but in the middle, it was the big fellow who contributed the most and had the strongest fighting capacity. Although the power of the sword did not cause harm to the black mountain, it was blocked.
But at the moment, the other four monks didn’t react, and they protected the inferior multiplier in their hands and blocked it into a defense.
If it weren’t for the big sword man to help them resist, maybe four people have now become dead bodies.
The blue-shirted demon across the street snorted lightly, and paid no attention to the reaction of several people. He just saw the green wood sword in Zhangfan’s hand, and the color of greed appeared. He said, "Lingbao?" As if knowing that Zhangfan could not answer himself, the old man would give his sleeve a meal, and the black mountain was like a black live snake, which was taken back by the old man.
The old man just looked at a few people in front of him, scolded him for dying, sat on the back of a huge soul-eating beast without thinking, and stretched out his left hand, only to see a half-inch long blood blade appear out of thin air on the originally empty palm.
The old man in the blue shirt held his hand, and the blade of blood came in surprises. Just from the palm of his hand, the blade of blood became three, and it became two feet long. I saw the blood on the blade of blood foaming at the mouth, and the air cover around Fiona Fang was inside it. Suddenly, the whole street was covered with a red awn, and the three blades of blood angrily ran to Zhangfan for several people and the big fellow.
Zhangfan eyes flame, too late on second thoughts, can only hand freely turn the whole body spirit force to the hands of the ebony spirit sword note, ebony spirit sword instantly turned into a ten-foot-long, was Zhang Fanqing in his hand, also surprises, to gallop to the blood blade, at this time can no longer take care of the other four monks.
Only heard a loud noise of "Ding", as if a huge hammer with a bucket was hammered on a bronze bell with a height of ten feet. Zhangfan’s ears were rattled by the shock. As the two swords collided with the blood blade, Zhangfan was hit and flew back to a residential building.
And the big sword man was no better than Zhang Fan. When the blood blade struck, the big man had held the big sword in his hand, and made another move to "break the sword yuan". The firm but gentle sword instantly filled the huge blade, and swept it away, only to hear a "ding", and the blood blade cut into the big sword, but only two inches deeper, and it stopped there.
The big fellow’s arms expanded rapidly, and the veins stood out suddenly and violently on the back of his sword, as if blood vessels would burst out at any time.
But the big fellow’s eyes were unusually firm, and although his feet kept falling back, his sword was still tightly held in his hand.
However, the four low-order disciples were miserable. The blood blade passed between the four monks like a reddish streamer, and the defense they used was as fragile as paper and as fragile as thin ice. As the blood blade passed by, the blood kept splashing out. By the time the blood blade was recovered by the old man in the blue shirt, the four monks had fallen to the ground and became four bloody bodies with unwilling corpses.
This is the difference between the order and the order. In front of Zhangfan, the four monks with the same stuff are already weak at the lowest level, but in front of the old man, Zhangfan felt the impatience in his heart for the first time, and for the first time, he had an infinite thirst for powerful power.
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Chapter ninety-four Fight the devil
The blood blade stuck on the big fellow’s sword just paused, and it flew backwards, and was taken back by the old man at the same time with the other two blood blades. In a blink of an eye, three blood blades returned to the original shape and fell into the hands of the old man.
And the old man just looked at the place where Zhangfan disappeared and stood there motionless, as if everything had nothing to do with it just now.
Moments later, Zhangfan jumped out of the house where his body hit a big hole.
Zhangfan’s body saw four students lying on the ground at the moment of moving out, but Zhangfan didn’t hesitate at all, just had a good shape, and stood side by side with the big fellow, looking at the blue shirt in the distance.
The blue-shirted monk seemed to know that Zhangfan would not be defeated by a blood blade, but he was not surprised. He just said, "Yes, a disciple with the qualification of miscellaneous spirits actually has this treasure. It seems that God is really not thin for me." As he spoke, the old man just stood transfixed and looked at Zhangfan’s spirit sword.
And the big fellow who uses his hands to make a big sword is only a Jianghu person, but now he stands with Zhangfan and naturally forms an alliance. No matter what the reason, the blue-shirt magic repair will not be taken away by him. So the big fellow gave the sword a beating and said, "You are stronger than him. I want to fight you. "
Magic Xiu in the blue shirt seemed to have heard something extremely funny, and laughed loudly and said, "It’s really overreaching."
Zhangfan, on the other hand, knew what the blue shirt magic repair meant. He just looked at the big fellow and said, "We can’t be his opponents together. You can’t know the power of Zhu Jishi at all. Now you can only give it for a while. I hope you will be well." Say that finish, after Zhangfan took out the only third-order bull essence beast operator tightly, even so, Zhangfan’s palm is still flowing through a cold sweat.
The big fellow said, "How can I know if I haven’t tried it? When I was young, Yan Kuang wanted to join the Immortal Sect, but I didn’t have a chance. Therefore, it took me 30 years to refine my sword since I was a child, and I have never met any experts in the world, but I have never met anyone who cultivates immortality. How can I miss it now?"
Zhangfan listened to the dark sigh, who didn’t know the monk’s ability at all. The old man across the street just threw out a spirit mountain and hit a blood blade, which forced several people on his own side into such a predicament, but it was an insurmountable obstacle between orders.
Mo Xiu in the blue shirt didn’t interrupt them either. After listening to this, he just talked about the tunnel: "It’s really mantis cars, I don’t know how to live or die." With these words, I saw the blue shirt mending the sleeves, and an anticlimactic long staff appeared in its hand, mumbling something, followed by a surprise, and the second-order soul-eating beast under its seat was put away by it.
Zhangfan saw a joy here, originally thought it was just a second-order soul-eating beast, and he didn’t know how to deal with it, but he didn’t expect the old man to put it away. It seems that he and the big fellow were not put into the eye of the blue shirt magic repair.
Zhangfan saw the old man’s surprises, but people didn’t arrive. The snake-shaped long staff in his hand had changed. With the two-handed spirit tactic hitting into the staff body, the old man shouted "Blood is invisible now", only to see the long staff’s Long Neixun spewing out a three-foot-wide red mist to cover the long staff, and the magic gas came to surprises, while the old man kept performing surgery in the air repeatedly. Zhangfan thought that this large red mist might be the so-called blood ghost.
Heart with DianZhuan, Zhangfan’s idea is just a now, just now, Zhangfan has secretly injected spiritual power into the only third-order soul operator, and then saw the old man exert a powerful attack, and immediately offered the soul operator in his hand to the air.
Listen to the soul operator with the support of Zhangfan’s psychic force, "sou" surprises, burning in the clearing, and the next moment you will see a bull more than three feet tall with a roar and figure out of thin air.
The strength of the third-order monster beast is completely reflected at this moment. I saw that the bull was covered in black, and the outer armor was bright and hard, and the leader was lifted. A momentum blink of an eye covered hundreds of feet of space around it, and even Zhangfan, the master, was out of breath by a powerful coercion. Although Feitian Bull Essence can only wield 40% of its power, its strength is still comparable to that of the friar in the middle of the preconditions. At this moment, its coercion is no less than that of the spirit pressure difference scattered by the blue shirt magic repair just now.
See flying bull essence just raised his head, four giant legs as thick as buckets stepped in the air, his eyes were red, and he went to the strange staff of the blue shirt magic repair sacrifice in the air. At the moment, a pair of hard gelatin horns as thick as a bucket collided with the strange staff, and when the two servants came into contact, there was a loud bang, and the bull originally existed in the form of soul.
The old man, after all, is a monk in the period of building the foundation, and he is well informed. When he saw the charm in Zhangfan’s hand transforming into a third-order monster beast, his heart was already dark. The old man didn’t expect to meet a condensate gas collector with a miscellaneous spirit root casually, but the multiplier things on him are endless. He is just a monk at the beginning of the foundation, and the magical power of the bull essence is comparable to that of the monk at the end of the construction period. Although the bull essence in front of him is just a soul symbol, the opposite condensate gas collector can only wield 30% to 40% of its power, but it is still not his own enemy. Seeing the bull rushing to his life’s core monuments multiplier, the old man has recycled the multiplier, but it is still late. The blood ghost Xuan gas and the blood ghost staff were just acquired by the old man and refined by himself, but now they are broken, and the old man suddenly regrets.
But the old man didn’t have time to think much, because Bull Jing broke his life’s core monuments multiplier, and then he came to himself with surprises. The old man’s body suddenly flashed, and dozens of spiritual tactics "swished" toward the clearing in front of him, only to see a piece of black spiritual mans Xun condensed into a black shield in front of him, while the old man himself went back like lightning, and his sleeves flashed at the same time when he stepped back, so that the second-order soul-eating beast was released and blocked in the empty space behind the black shield.