Become a Fairy

Not to mention the early stage of the Nascent Soul, even if the middle stage of the Nascent Soul ran out of financial resources, it would take hundreds of years to assemble such a set of sword formations.

Now, after the silver-haired monk put away his sword array, he even took out a set of almost comparable magical weapons. The attack may look sharp and not elegant enough, but it is more heavy and solemn.

This guy in front of him can no longer be judged by common sense, even if he has enough financial resources to support him, how many people can have this kind of courage, and can simultaneously accumulate two sets of magical weapons with such amazing power in his body? Also hundreds of years. The strange thing is that this person has cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage. It's incredible.

The old man with the upturned nose and the female cultivator in the colorful skirt looked at each other again. After being shocked, her face was bitter, her strength was inferior to others, and she was in the formation again at this time, and there was no other way.

At this time, the strength of the Blood Cauldron Refining Demon Formation didn't show much. With the shrewdness of the two of them, they can naturally guess what Lu Xiaotian is thinking. After Xiang Yihang suddenly turned his face before, he thought that Xiang Yihang had ulterior motives, but he didn't expect that the silver-haired young man's calculations were not under Xiang Yihang's scheme.

The silver-haired young man, while fighting Xiang Yihang, still had the strength to control this incomparably powerful formation. At this time, the two of them can only follow what Lu Xiaotian said, and fight the two remaining mirages first.

Otherwise, Xiang Yihang took a weird panacea, not afraid of the damage of this formation, and the two of them did not have such a panacea. And the two saw with their own eyes that Lu Xiaotian had other Nascent Souls driving the formation.

"I'd like to see how many psychic artifacts you have!" At this time, Xiang Yihang was furious, thinking that everything was under control, and only waited for Lu Xiaotian to make a blood oath and kill the leader of the mirage wolf After that, he took down Lu Xiaotian and took back the formation.

He also had the remaining Nascent Soul in his hand. After taking over the formation, he used the formation to threaten the old man with the upturned nose. The two of them worked together to kill the remaining two mirage wolves who were not too strong. If it is possible, it is not impossible to clean up these two guys afterwards, Xiang Yihang will be the final winner.

But unexpectedly, things changed again. The silver-haired boy in front of him had countless hole cards on him, and he turned over one after another.

At this time, Zijianye was suppressed by Naluoshizi's seventh-level pagoda. Even I can feel the tremendous pressure from the collapse of the seventh-level pagoda like a mountain.

Xiang Yihang was also a little lucky. Fortunately, he had severely injured the eight-legged monster in one fell swoop before, otherwise he would really not be the opponent of the combination of the silver-haired youth and the monster.

In addition to his own Purple Blade Gold Treasure, there is also the Dragon Scale Sun Sword. Xiang Yihang's eyes were full of sternness, probably the Linyang sword shot towards Lu Xiaotian violently, trying to injure Lu Xiaotian severely in one fell swoop.

Lu Xiaotian spread his left hand, and in the palm of his hand, two Huo Luan flew out one after another, they were Huo Luan phantoms.

Two Huo Luan phantoms, one on the left and one on the right, shouted to intercept the Longlin Yang Sword, and the two Luan swords fought fiercely in the air.

Lu Xiaotian looked at Xiang Yihang with a stern expression, "If you have any other tricks, you might as well use them together and show me."

Xiang Yihang's face was ashen, his eyes flickering. Up to now, his original confidence of winning has disappeared. The Lu Xiaotian in front of him has pure mana and endless means, and his blood cauldron refining magic formation was first given to the shady youth. Unexpectedly, it fell into Lu Xiaotian's hands, otherwise with this formation, no matter how powerful Lu Xiaotian is, it would be absolutely unlucky.

As everyone knows, even if he has this formation in his hand, Lu Xiaotian also has a way to break the formation.

Ding, a few pieces of purple blade leaves fell under the pressure of the Demon Suppressing Tower, which was slowly suppressed by Ling Kong, and their spirituality was greatly lost.

A murderous look flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, and the speed of the seven demon-suppressing towers suddenly accelerated, and Heitian Jisheng Futu first blocked the opposite Purple Leaf Blade. Immediately afterwards, there was the Buddha of Light with a completely different aura.

Xiang Yihang's breathing was stagnant, the seven demon-suppressing towers were constantly switching, and the attack method was also slightly changed. There was no time for him to adapt. It happened to be a whole, unbreakable, at least with his current strength, he couldn't break it.

"Death!" The frightened and angry expression on Xiang Yihang's face suddenly turned into a sinister smile, and a black needle as thin as a cow's hair floated to the back of Lu Xiaotian's head at some point. With a tremor, the black needle was about to plunge into Lu Xiaotian's head.

But the smile on Xiang Yihang's face froze again. I saw that Lu Xiaotian was wrapped in silver armor in his hand, and he grabbed the back of the void, but grabbed the flying needle to the palm of his hand.

"What else is there to do, come again!" Lu Xiaotian smiled happily, although there were many changes, but overall, they are still under control. He also lacked a clear positioning of his own strength before. He was an early Nascent Soul and a ghost king in the middle stage. effect. Waiting for idle ghosts and evil spirits to be unable to touch the body.

Human monks fighting with ghosts are extremely displeased with the gloomy aura of ghosts. Once they get involved, their combat power will inevitably be affected. Naturally, you can't completely measure your own strength by your record against the ghost clan.

Now in a fight with Xiang Yihang, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator who is not weak, even without the help of formations, Lu Xiaotian is not afraid at all. It is not impossible to even kill this person.

Lu Xiaotian even held his own "screenshot needle", and Xiang Yihang was so angry that he vomited blood. In this battle, he really lost his wife and lost his army.

Ding Ding Another dozen purple blade leaves were shot down by the Demon Suppressing Tower, Xiang Yihang was terrified, and a fiery red bead flew towards him.

"Thunderbolt Thunderfire Bead!" Xiang Yihang's complexion changed when he saw the fiery red bead. Normally, this Thunderbolt Thunderfire Bead would not pose too much threat, but now it consumes a lot of mana, and at the same time it has to face Lu Xiaotian is an extremely powerful person. A little carelessness is the end of the whole game.

boom! The thunderbolt and fire beads exploded, the pillar of fire rose, and the thunder was startled away. Xiang Yihang's golden tripod armor shivered with light.

With the defense of Jindingjia, he didn't suffer much damage, but he was the first to bear the brunt of the explosion of the thunderbolt and fireball, and the flow of mana was stagnant.

For Xiang Yihang, who is still fighting, the consequences of poor mana operation are self-evident.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the seventh-level pagoda pressed down like a mountain, sweeping the purple blade leaves he issued all the way.

"Seven towers in one!" Lu Xiaotian shouted, and the seven demon-suppressing towers swayed and merged into one. One tower has seven floors, and each floor exudes a different solemn and magnificent atmosphere, and directly blasted towards Xiang Yihang.

boom! Xiang Yihang screamed strangely, his body fluttered in the air like a rag, blood droplets sprinkled a long shot in the air, and the golden tripod armor was blasted out a huge dent in his chest. A lot of pieces of viscera escaped from Xiang Yihang's mouth, obviously, he was seriously injured by the blow from the Demon Town Tower just now.