Become a Fairy

(Uh, I couldn’t hold back for a while yesterday, and posted an advertisement, and then I was banned until now, and I couldn’t reply in the book review section. It’s so painful, book friends, please vote more to comfort me.)

The first to rush up were the monks of the Bai clan, ten black spirit cranes, and the ten foundation-building warriors of the Bai clan above them. Looking at Lu Xiaotian in front of them, there was inevitably a look of excitement in their eyes. They came in a hurry, although they heard There were only a few words about how powerful the silver-haired monk was, but he was in a hurry and had never seen it with his own eyes, so naturally he couldn't understand how far the other party had come. However, the old man Bai Hua who was the leader couldn't help being a little excited. The troops of the Wu clan and another Qing clan were already visible to the naked eye. He was the first to kill the silver-haired youth. As long as he blocked the silver-haired youth for a moment, no matter who killed the silver-haired youth or the Jindan female cultivator last, he would be killed. Accept his love and share some of his benefits.

"Young men of the Bai clan, don't be greedy for meritorious deeds, just block this person for a moment." After all, Bai Hua is a late-stage foundation-establishment monk who has lived a long time, and he still has a certain degree of caution, loudly reminding the tribe behind him monk. To avoid a few young and energetic people behind because of greed for credit, not only will they not get credit, but they will lose their lives.

"Arrogance!" Just as Bai Hua was restraining the relatives behind him, all the cultivators of the Bai clan saw that the silver-haired young man was rushing towards him without even a single pause. Even Bai Hua had such a thought in his mind, those clansmen with high fighting spirit behind him don't need to say much.

"The heaven and earth net!" Bai Hua shouted.

The clan relatives at the back responded loudly, and each of them formed a team of two, and with a clatter, they scattered out of the queue. A large ball of black rope stretched out from the left to the right, and it dispersed with a clatter, turning into a huge black net. The tribal monks pulled Zhang Luokai and covered Lu Xiaotian.

This kind of large-scale black net is extremely strong. As long as it is caught by the net, it will definitely take a lot of effort to struggle out. If it is caught by several large nets layer by layer, even the monks in the late stage of foundation establishment will not be able to escape. Well, maybe they can solve this person without the help of people from the Wuzhi tribe. Seeing that the silver-haired young man was still rushing towards him, and he didn't even have the slightest intention of avoiding it, these people were overjoyed.

On the other hand, Bai Hua and another middle-aged man with slightly stronger strength each held a black spear and rode on a black crane to prevent the silver-haired youth from escaping from tricky angles, or to prevent the relatively weaker man from escaping. The clan relatives started to break their net.

But at this moment, the sound of running water suddenly came from the sky, and Bai Hua's spiritual consciousness was a little strange, but this strangeness hardly had any effect, Bai Jie couldn't help but sneered, could it be that there is something behind him?

But soon, Bai Hua's sneer froze on his face, because out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the strange expressions of the relatives next to him, and even the Spirit Eagle under him was moving uncontrollably. It's falling. Those black nets that were pulled apart before also slipped from the hands of the tribe behind them because they lost the strength to continue to bless them.

"What's going on?" Bai Hua was horrified when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to fight, hoping to block the silver-haired young man in front of him. He didn't want merit, but he wanted to lead his clansmen to escape from the silver-haired young man's grasp. The spear in Bai Hua's hand danced in the air, turning into countless shadows of spears, attacking Lu Xiaotian with great momentum.

A sneer flashed across the corner of Lu Xiaotian's mouth, and he stretched out his hand and threw out dozens of wind blades. With his cultivation base at this time, it is easy to use these wind blades and control the direction. As for the shadow of the spear coming from the old man.

Lu Xiaotian swung the sword directly, the sword glow reappeared, and wherever the golden sword glow passed, the spear shadows were crushed one after another.

"Sword Intent!" Bai Hua is also a man of knowledge. When he saw that the black spear he stabbed was forced back without any suspense, he couldn't help but screamed, and spit out a mouthful of blood. The spear in his hand absorbed his blood After that, the brilliance was brilliant, and a spear thrust forward, not an attack, but turned into a huge blood shield, held against it with the spear, and blocked in front of the golden saber light.

The blood shield collapsed suddenly, but luckily the frightening blade glow had also disappeared, and before Bai Hua could breathe a sigh of relief, a handful of golden pills had suddenly magnified. In the blink of an eye, the distance of hundreds of feet has been crossed, and it is close to the eyes.

In a hurry, Bai Hua blocked the spear horizontally, but a huge force surged from the golden core, and the toughness of Bai Hua's horizontal spear was amazing, it was not cut off by the blow of the ground splitter, but the huge The tyrannical force almost made Bai Hua unable to resist, and after being hit by the spear thrown out horizontally, it hit his chest horizontally. There are also some fierce sword qi taking the opportunity to surge.

After all, Bai Hua is not a physical cultivator, and his physical body's defense ability is not high, especially when he is hit at this time, part of the saber energy penetrates his body. Bai Hua spat out a big mouthful of blood, and his body was also injured by the saber energy, and the blood poured out from the wound. Bai Hua, who was seriously injured, couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes darkened, and he fell unconscious. The black spirit crane under him quickly backed away with Bai Hua on its back.

And those Bai clans who were waiting with their nets before, at this moment, a series of extremely simple wind blades slashed across their bodies, or slashed on the spirit crane under them. Controlling the wind blade to attack enemies in several directions at the same time, even Lu Xiaotian, can only control the general direction, and cannot accurately hit the vital points of every white tribe and spirit crane. Besides, Lu Xiaotian's original intention was to use the fastest speed to break through the obstacles in front of him, not to pursue the greatest damage.

But even so, the place where the wind blade passed was still full of casualties. These foundation-building monks, who are not weak, ended up suffering a big loss from these low-level wind blade spells. The spirit crane under the human seat was not low in defense, it only lost a few feathers, and one of them was wearing a defensive spirit armor, which blocked the wind blade.

It's just that among these people, two were still dead and four were slightly injured.

Whether it was the Wuzhi tribe who had been chasing after him, or the fifteen members of another Qing tribe. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help being shocked and speechless. The Bai clan, including ten members of a late-stage foundation-establishment cultivator from Bai Hua, failed to block even a single encounter, resulting in seven casualties, leaving no room for resistance, and Bai Hua's late-stage foundation-establishment cultivator was even The silver-haired young man slashed twice and fell unconscious. It seemed that the silver-haired young man was just in a hurry to fight his way out, and he had no time to manage the people of the Bai clan. Otherwise, among the ten people including Bai Hua, there would be no one left, and the silver-haired youth would only need to spend a few more moments of effort.

Even Wubi, a monk of the Qing clan had an idea in his mind, that the Flying Cavalry tribe was so weak in the air. But at the same time, they also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, there are not many monks like this in the moon-watching world, otherwise the fierce reputation of the Flying Cavalry tribe will be completely gone forever!