Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu watched carefully as the Seventh Son laughed wildly without any expression.

Slowly, the laughter stopped, and the whole space seemed to be frozen, becoming eerily quiet.

"Whoosh!"

It was too fast, directly breaking through the third top speed of three thousand feet per breath.

Wang Lu had no time to respond to this sudden blow.

"boom."

A glistening frost sword with extremely cold light was tightly held by him with both hands, and a cloud of blood as thick as jelly splashed from his palm.

"ah!"

Wang Lu's strength was shaken, and a powerful force that was like overwhelming mountains and seas was poured into his palms and whole body, and he kicked the Seven Saint Sons who were very close at hand.

"Boom."

Feeling Wang Lu's unmatched power, the Seven Holy Sons came and went without a trace, breaking and escaping like bubbles. At the same time, the sharp sword also turned invisible.

"snort!"

Wang Lu shouted coldly, and a mysterious aura from Kui Niu surged from his hands, repairing his almost maimed and shattered hands in just one breath.

At this time, his aura plummeted, and if it weren't for his unparalleled powerful foundation, he would have almost returned to his original form.

"Boom."

He poured a jade bottle directly into his mouth, swallowed the dates wholeheartedly, and returned to his peak in an instant.

This lightning-like scene made the Seventh Saint Son's eyelids twitch as he was about to repeat his old trick.

Most people would be severely injured without any warning, and they would basically just wait to be killed. However, Wang Lu not only repaired his injuries in the blink of an eye, but also left himself unscathed like no other.

The Fourth Saint Son said coldly: "Where does your milk come from?"

Wang Lu was not angry at this sudden blow. If he had his speed, he would have made the same attack.

You can easily defeat your opponent, so why spend more energy and hands and feet, maybe there will be some accidents in the middle, putting yourself in danger.

This is why a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall.

He did not answer directly, but instead answered the question incorrectly: "The frost-colored spiritual sword you are using does not seem to be suitable for a sword, but is a special weapon forged from mosquito needles."

The Seventh Holy Son did not speak, and smiled without saying a word.

In fact, his heart was shocked.

In order to deceive others, he named his natal magic weapon Hanshuang. It was actually cast from the mosquito needles on the bodies of hundreds of millions of tribesmen and shaped into the shape of a sword.

This treasure is not only extremely sharp, contains highly poisonous and cold evil energy, but also has a trace of the space path that the Silver Mosquito clan is born with, making it a rare killing weapon.

Due to his proficiency in the art of weapon refining and his clear understanding of the Silver Mosquito clan, he has developed Hanshuang Jianwen into a truly outstanding weapon that is only one step away from the Half-Step Spiritual Treasure. It is in his hand A trump card.

Both of them are cautious people. The more they know about each other, the bigger their flaws will be.

No matter when, where, or what happens, you should not take the initiative to speak based on temporary subjective emotions. You need to be calm at all times.

Often, disaster comes from the mouth, and too many words lead to mistakes.

Wang Lu was slightly frightened, and he tried to stimulate him with words that were close to revealing the truth, but the Seventh Holy Son showed a meaningful look, his mood was as stable as a mountain, and he was indeed an old fox.

The mosquito needles of the Demonic Mosquito Clan and the abdominal needles of the Demonic Bee Clan are both extremely poisonous that is rarely seen in the world. When the sword cut his hands, a strange and deep invisible poison spread all over his body almost instantly. Fortunately, Kui in his body The mysterious black substance of the cow pounced on them, and he survived.

The Seventh Son's seemingly careless attack was actually his only way to keep the bottom of the box under control.

Speed ​​blends with divine weaponry, strong poison and coldness intertwine, hurting the enemy first, and then defeating him. If you can't defeat him, isn't there still the final speed that makes it impossible to chase him?

It's possible to slip away.

It can be called the perfect explanation of "a hit that misses the target will travel a thousand miles away".

But, will I let you get what you want?

Your method has been revealed, then it's my turn.

"drink."

Wang Lu roared, "Whoosh", the green talisman cloud came to the top of his head, "bang", a piece of golden light dispersed, the talisman cloud fell apart with a "click" and covered him with a green armor.

As the sky-supporting rod came into his hand, a swaying force of Shen Xiong pressed down the entire space, making a "buzzing" sound, as if it could not bear the huge force and was about to collapse.

The Seventh Holy Son felt that his body suddenly became more than a hundred times heavier. He understood that the other party had seen through his falsehood and was planning to kill him with one blow.

The Silver Mosquito Tribe is known for its sneak attacks, and the power of an instant attack and kill is extraordinary. However, if it fails, although it will not be reduced to a lamb to be slaughtered, its own frontal attack and defense will be slightly weaker.

Which of your own methods are like nothing in front of this person? For this purpose, the only way to escape this disaster is to run away thousands of miles away.

Humph, I made a note of it this time. Only when I change my fate against the will of heaven and skin you and cramp your muscles can I vent the hatred in my heart.

Also, Sanyan, you are a loser, you have given me so much trust, but it doesn't matter if you die, only by enjoying the "Holy Fruit" alone will you have a greater chance of achieving the "Holy Body".

In a flash of thought, the Seven Saint Sons had made a decision.

"brush."

Seeing that the Seventh Holy Son was about to run away, how could Wang Lu do as he wished? He had expected this moment.

"Thousands of mountains and rivers!"

The Seven Saint Sons uttered the name of the supernatural power in one breath, and saw a bright flash of light, as if they had crossed thousands of rivers and mountains in one breath, and the whole person suddenly disappeared.

"boom!"

At the same time, a ball of rich and dazzling blood exploded, and Wang Lu also disappeared.

"boom!"

On a plain thousands of miles away from the secret realm of Chaotian Palace, a feminine man appeared from the void. He was the Seventh Holy Son who had escaped.

He looked normal and was about to continue escaping, but suddenly his face changed drastically and he shouted "Not good". Then, a clear light flashed and he disappeared again.

"Bang."

A long dragon-like blood light rolled in from a very far distance, so fast that it could travel thousands of miles in a snap.

At this moment, snowflakes were spinning and falling in Wang Lu's pupils. His eyes were bloodshot, his eyeballs were bulging, and his snow pupils were operating at their limit.

Wang Lu stared at the Seventh Saint, who was only a blurry dot left, and moved his body slightly, riding the light away.

He wanted to use the high-level high-level blood escape talisman's super-strong leap of two thousand miles per breath to not only catch up with the Seventh Saint, but also make him jump into the coffin prepared for him, completely bury him, and put an end to him in one fell swoop.

"Bang!"

In the distance, another blood light exploded, and Wang Lu disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, in the sky above a mountain, a barely visible wave spread across the void, and the six-star arched moon blade that had been waiting for a long time quietly disappeared into the void.

Everything was normal, empty and quiet.

"Wow."

The clear light spread everywhere, and the Seventh Saint appeared indifferently.

Although the man did not chase him again, a very bad feeling lingered around him like a ghost, lingering.

It seems that he has to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

He used the Thousand Mountains and Ten Thousand Waters four times in a row, which was unprecedented, causing him to lose a lot of mana and his soul was unstable. "Bang", a bottle of milk extract the size of a thumb was swallowed by him, and it was a little better.

In the past, only one Thousand Mountains and Ten Thousand Waters was needed to avoid disasters and escape from danger. What is the origin of this person? He has never heard of such a perverted treasure with such an extraordinary speed.

"Let's go!"

However, at the moment he set off, Wang Lu's trick of inviting the enemy into the trap was officially launched.