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A bright sword light flashed, and the lanky man and the two demon tigers were cut into six pieces at the waist. They didn't even have a chance to fight back and dodge.

The monk surnamed Zhou was shocked, jumped back a few feet, and said, "So you are also a foundation-building monk!" Shi Feng's aura exploded at this moment, and he said coldly, "How is it? Fellow Daoist Zhou still wants animal bones?"

The monk surnamed Zhou sneered, "Look at your situation, it only takes a year or two to advance, and you don't know how thick the sky is." He patted the spirit beast bag, and a black cloud flew out. Even though it was dark night, Shi Feng also saw Qing, there were actually poisonous bees the size of a thumb, forming a cloud of bees and attacking towards him.

Shi Feng stepped on the flying sword, stepped back dozens of steps, raised his hand, and the Xuanfeng flag turned into countless wind blades and slashed towards the poisonous bees. The bee swarm was blown away by the strong wind, and a large number of poisonous bees were swept by the wind blades and fell to the ground. . The face of the monk surnamed Zhou changed. His venomous bee was no ordinary thing. In addition to being extremely poisonous, its body was also refined by his secret method, like iron and steel. The opponent's magic weapon spirit flag seemed to be very powerful.

He didn't want to fight for a long time, so he whistled in his mouth, moved his hands on the spirit beast bag on his waist, and saw that the scattered swarms of bees gathered again, and then two more swarms flew out of the spirit beast bag of the monk surnamed Zhou. , together with the blue-eyed harrier eagle, the four-clawed demon eagle, the demon bat as big as a basin... five or six kinds of demon beasts flew out in groups, and rushed towards Shi Feng like they blocked the sky and the sun.

Shi Feng suddenly felt bad. Since he started practicing Taoism, he has rarely encountered an opponent at the same level. This is mainly due to two reasons. One is that he practices the Nine Li Hui Ling Dafa, and his magic power is far deeper than that of the same level. The other is that he is proficient in weapon refining. As soon as the opponent's magic weapon falls into his eyes, its characteristics are clearly obvious. With these two points, he will naturally be unfavorable.

But when I met this monk named Zhou today, I met my nemesis. This man relied on monster pets to fight in a group, and did not sacrifice any magical weapons. Shi Feng had no way to judge the opponent's moves and the weaknesses of the magical weapons. Since he relied on a group of beasts to fight, he could kill endlessly, and Shi Feng's deep magical power had no effect on him. threaten.

When Shi Feng saw the situation, his mind changed. Without waiting for the beasts to approach, he used a technique to turn his sword and flew towards the west. The monk surnamed Zhou sneered, "I want to leave now, but I'm afraid it's too late." He stepped on a black-gold ghost eagle and drove the beasts to pursue it.

Although Shi Feng had deep magical power, the Fiery Sword under his feet was no more than a low-grade spiritual weapon and it could not fly very fast. Seeing the beasts gradually approaching, Shi Feng looked back and suddenly threw himself towards the ground. The monk surnamed Zhou asked, "Want to escape?" Suddenly he took out something from his storage bag, which was the Sanskrit bell. Just as he was about to sacrifice the spiritual weapon, he suddenly felt a pain in his back. He had been tricked.

At this time, Shi Feng had turned around, looked at the other party, and smiled. It turned out that when he had just escaped, he secretly released the white willow blade while it was dark, and covered it up with spiritual consciousness. Seeing that there were many monsters on the other side, he naturally wanted to capture the thieves. Capture the king first and deliberately make a circle in the air. When the opponent passes by the place where the white blade ambush, he suddenly activates the white blade and stabs the opponent in the back.

The Willow Leaf White Blade is a mid-grade spiritual weapon used by Taoist Chiliu. It is extremely sharp. Shi Feng happened to have practiced boomerang with Liu Yunzi before, so he refined the Willow Leaf White Blade and used it as a unique move for him to sneak attack the enemy. Sure enough, the hit hit.

However, Shi Feng just smiled and was stunned. The monk surnamed Zhou was stabbed in the vital part, but he was unharmed. He grabbed the willow leaf blade with his backhand, put it in his bag, and sneered, "If you have any other tricks, we might as well come up with them together." Bar."

He pointed with his hand, and demon birds all over the sky rushed towards Shi Feng. Shi Feng laughed angrily and said, "You have spirit birds, don't I?" Shaking the spirit beast bag, Xiao Hei spread his wings and flew out. As an adult, Xiao Hei It was huge, its wings spread out, and it was four feet long. It was a wind-winged black eagle. With its wings flapping, the strong wind blew, and the swarm was completely unable to stand.

The monk surnamed Zhou was both happy and angry, "Wind-winged Black Eagle??" This is a rare bird of prey. If he collected it, it would be a killer weapon. Unfortunately, this guy confessed his master with blood first, and then snatched it away. The effectiveness is also greatly reduced.

When Shi Feng saw Xiao Hei blocking the demon birds, he pushed his flying sword and rushed towards the monk named Zhou. He spread the Xuanfeng flag and dozens of wind blades flew out.

The monk surnamed Zhou had already taken out the Sanskrit Bell in his hand. When he saw Shi Feng rushing towards him, he immediately took out the magical weapon and murmured some lyrics. A flash of light flashed around the Sanskrit Bell, and suddenly the sound of the Buddha was loud and loud, with sound waves visible to the naked eye, and with the Sanskrit sound The clock was a dot, rippling in all directions. The wind blade was collided by the sound wave and disappeared without a trace.

Shi Feng secretly thought, it is indeed a treasure with twenty-six levels of restrictions, and it does have some skills! As soon as he put away the Xuanfeng Flag, he took out the Five Ghost Magic Shield, but at this time the sound wave had already spread to Shi Feng's side. He only felt his eardrums shake, and the loud Buddha's voice turned into a heavy hammer. His mind was in severe pain, and he felt directly from The flying sword fell down.

The monk surnamed Zhou laughed loudly, but before the laughter ended, a feather flying boat was holding Shi Feng's body, and then the five ghost heads and mouths on the five ghost magic shield opened, and five light yellow flames enveloped the Sanskrit Bell. live.

The monk surnamed Zhou was shocked. The other party was hit by the Sanskrit Bell and acted as if nothing had happened. Little did he know that Shi Feng's spiritual consciousness was far beyond his imagination.

Shi Feng was born with two realms of consciousness, and later he practiced the secret art of the Sky Fox clan, the Shen Ming Technique. The only things Shi Feng has been diligently practicing in these years are the Shen Ming Technique, the Nine Li Soul Reconciliation Technique, and the Nameless Body Refining Technique. Because it is related to the meridians of the body, it is impossible for Shi Feng to practice at the same time, but Shenming Art is only for cultivating spiritual consciousness. No matter whether Shi Feng is practicing Jiu Li Huiling Dafa, Nameless Body Refining Technique, Fire Snake, Illusion Sword Technique or researching weapon refining, The other half of his consciousness can practice divine and underworld techniques.

After Shi Feng absorbed the remaining mental power of Wu Si and devoured the rhizome of the butterfly-patterned ice flower, his spiritual consciousness improved even more, especially the rhizome of the butterfly-patterned ice flower. Although this method of stimulating spiritual consciousness with highly toxic poisons was extremely painful, it It also greatly improves the resistance of the divine consciousness.

The Sanskrit Bell is a sonic attack weapon that stimulates the enemy's eardrum nerves. Although Shi Feng was hit for the first time and felt severe pain in his mind, his consciousness suddenly became clear again. Seeing that the opponent's weapon was powerful, he hurriedly Sacrifice the Five Ghost Magic Shield.

But the next scene left Shi Feng stunned.

The Sanskrit Bell remained completely motionless when burned by the will-o'-the-wisp fire. This Buddhist magical weapon was the nemesis of the will-o'-the-wisp fire. Moreover, the body of the bell looked like brass, but in fact, its material was extremely special, making it invulnerable to water and fire. It seems that this Sanskrit bell also has another mystery. It is not an ordinary high-grade spiritual weapon.

The monk surnamed Zhou was overjoyed when he saw that the treasure was safe. He fired another spell, and immediately another wave of Buddha's voice came out. Shi Feng snorted coldly, and lifted up the fallen shadow of the meteor under his feet. An afterimage jumped directly into the sound wave. Following a movement in his mouth, the aura of the Fiery Sword behind him suddenly rose. More than thirty sword lights appeared at the same time, and the sword tips were all pointed at the monk surnamed Zhou.

The monk surnamed Zhou exclaimed, "Are you a sword cultivator?" Shi Feng did not answer. He kept his spiritual consciousness tightly, pointed horizontally with his hand, and stabbed the monk surnamed Zhou with more than thirty sword lights. The monk surnamed Zhou couldn't tell the difference between reality and reality when his consciousness was swept away. He could only pour his magic power into the Sanskrit Sound Bell. The sound of the Buddha was dense, and the afterimages of the sword light rushed forward and were scattered by the sound waves. Even the physical flying sword could not Fortunately, he was blocked by the sound wave.

Shi Feng's mana flowed, the flying swords circled, and with a buzzing sound, more than thirty sword shadows flew out. The monk surnamed Zhou was sweating profusely. He didn't have time to think too much. He just tried his best to activate the Sanskrit bell, and the sound wave enveloped the surrounding areas.

He was in a hurry, and the sonic attack did not care about the enemy or ourselves, and the herd of beasts that were fighting fiercely were not immune. Xiao Hei was struggling in the sound waves, and other falcons and bee swarms fell like rain.

At this time, the two of them were in a stalemate. Either Shi Feng lost his consciousness and was shocked to death by the sound waves, or the monk named Zhou ran out of mana and could no longer drive the Sanskrit Bell and was stabbed to death by Shi Feng's sword.

However, in this situation, Shi Feng had an advantage, that is, although he had not been practicing the Illusion Sword Art for a short time, he had been practicing it for more than a year and was relatively proficient. The monk surnamed Zhou got the Sanskrit Bell only an hour ago. He hurriedly looked at the treasure refining formula and the driving spell on the way, and he was very unfamiliar. Especially the incantation of the Sanskrit Bell was a Buddhist verse, which was very difficult to pronounce.

After two fierce battles, Shi Feng's Illusion Sword Technique was driven faster and faster. A burst of sword light just dispersed, and another burst of sword light appeared. However, the monk named Zhou gradually couldn't keep up. Seeing that he had just dispersed one burst of sword light, another burst of sword light appeared. Already flying close, he had no time to activate the Sanskrit Bell, and the flying sword had already enveloped his body.

Shi Feng had previously missed the opponent with Liu Ye's white-knife plot. He knew that the opponent was wearing treasure armor, so with a thought, he caught the physical flying sword in the shadow and stabbed the exposed throat of the monk surnamed Zhou.

When the monk surnamed Zhou realized that the flying sword was no more than three inches away from his throat, the monk surnamed Zhou hurriedly backed away and shouted, "Hey!" The clothes on his body actually squirmed, and rows of scales stretched out from the clothes. , quickly wrapped around his throat.

With a "ding" sound, the flying sword pierced his throat, but was unable to break through the scale armor. At this moment of electric flint light, the monk surnamed Zhou stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying sword entity, and the sword shadow in the sky suddenly dispersed. go.

Shi Feng said slowly, "Your armor is really weird." The monk surnamed Zhou said with a ferocious smile, "Of course, that is Zhou's good fortune, and it is also your great misfortune! Haha, your flying sword is gone, What other means are there?”

Shi Feng said lightly, "Aren't you afraid of burning your hands while holding my flying sword?" The monk surnamed Zhou said, "What? This..." Before he finished speaking, a thin layer of flames appeared on the surface of the flying sword, surnamed Zhou. The monk screamed and hurriedly threw away the flying sword.

Shi Feng's fire spirit energy is not an ordinary thing. It is fused with part of the dense fire lotus. It is a molten fire that can melt even rocks. How can the physical body of the monk surnamed Zhou resist it? Even if he throws it fast, his right hand will be completely burned. Jiao.

Naturally, Shi Feng would not show mercy any more. He stepped on the meteor-falling shadow footwork, and an afterimage passed by. The fire snake erupted instantly, and a ball of fire surrounded the monk surnamed Zhou. The monk surnamed Zhou screamed again and again, and his whole body was burned in a moment. It turned into ashes, leaving only a storage bag, seven or eight spirit beast bags, and a black leather armor in the air.