"Eh? This kid is weird!"

The black-faced man stepped into the void, and pressed the magic weapon with one hand. The magic weapon burst out with thousands of fire lights, and then quickly grew in size, and finally turned into a fireball with a radius of one foot, and then like

It was like a meteorite falling from the sky, hitting Luo Tian who was still motionless.

Luo Tian's heart flashed with alarm. He raised his head and saw the fireball that was coming at a rapid pace. His expression changed slightly. From the corner of his eye, he also saw another foundation-building monk from the Fire Temple fighting with Song Wuji and Fatty Wang, while the rest of the Fire Temple remained.

The middle-aged man in the Qi refining stage fell from the air with his hands behind his hands with a calm face, and had no intention of intervening.

With joy in his heart, Luo Tian raised his eyebrows, and the black lotus magic weapon melted into his body immediately turned into a black bolt and surged out from his body. Then it wrapped around Luo Tian's body like a black smoke, and then turned into a flower.

A thin black coat protected the body surface. At the same time, Luo Tian raised his left hand, and the Five Poison Sword rose into the air, meeting the fireball with a colorful stream of light. At the same time, he pressed his right hand against the purple clouds around him, and the purple gauze clothes

Immediately the light increased greatly, and the figure moved sideways.

Luo Tian accomplished all of this in an instant. The battle between monks is not only a contest of magic weapons, but also a contest of cultivation, magical powers and combat experience. Only by making perfect use of these factors can we win repeated battles.

Naturally, there is no problem with Luotian's magic weapon and combat experience. The only problem is that he cannot figure out the opponent's cultivation level and magical power, so he has to tolerate it temporarily and see how the opponent's cultivation level can carry out the next attack. Generally, monks have reached the foundation building stage, as long as they are not in harmony.

It is usually difficult to kill the opponent when fighting against a master who has reached the Dan Formation stage or above.

"The flying sword is poisonous!"

The dark-faced man from the Fire Temple smelled a wisp of fragrant fragrance in his nose, and he became suspicious. Immediately, the magic power in his body became stagnant. He couldn't help but blurted out and whispered. He quickly took out a pill from the Qiankun bag and swallowed it without looking at it.

, and then the magic power in the body circulates, expelling the extremely weak toxins from the body.

Out of the body. But since the opponent's flying sword can poison him at such a distance, it must be a poisonous magic weapon. In the world of immortality, auxiliary magic weapons and poisonous magic weapons are relatively rare.

Because refining these magic weapons is not only troublesome, but also quite time-consuming.

Tsk!

As soon as the Five Poison Sword and the fireball transformed from the magical weapon came into contact, a hotter flame suddenly surged out of the fireball, constantly melting the five-color stream of light emitted by the Five Poison Sword, and making bursts of burning sounds.

, but the five-color flowing light emitted by the Five Poison Sword is also highly poisonous. When it is roasted by the flames, not only does it not reduce, but it emits a stronger flowing light and aroma, which makes the black-faced man like a dog biting a hedgehog and unable to bite it.

The middle-aged man from the Fire Temple who was in the late stage of Qi refining stage and was quietly watching next to him had a look of doubt flashing through his indifferent eyes when he caught sight of Luo Tian's Five Poison Sword.

As a result, the battle between Luo Tian and the black-faced man was extremely strange. One of the two wanted to keep getting closer to the other, but the other tried his best to refuse the other's approach. So the two of them advanced and retreated, fighting at a relatively long distance. Who was it for now?

There is nothing anyone can do.

Compared to the battle between Luo Tian and the black-faced man, the battle between Song Wuji, Fatty Wang and the white-faced and beardless youth from the Fire Temple was naturally much more exciting.

Song Wuji and Fatty Wang are both masters of the Qi Refining Stage who are about to enter the Great Perfection of the Qi Refining Stage. The opponent is in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Under normal circumstances, a monk in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage can fight against three late stage Qi Refining Stage monks. But Fatty Wang

He and Song Wuji are not ordinary Qi refining

For monks in the later stage, both of them come from a family of cultivators, and they are both the best among them. Each of them has a treasure-level magic weapon in his hand. In the ordinary foundation building stage, even if he can face any one of them,

It is extremely difficult to kill them.

At this moment, the pale-faced and beardless young man from the Fire Temple did not use any magic weapon at all. He just relied on his own magical power to fight against Wang and Song. His hands were like butterflies piercing flowers and he shot out several magic spells. Countless beasts made of flames appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Monsters, wolves, leopards, tigers, lions, wild elephants, etc., seemed to be alive, and they rushed towards Fatty Wang and Song Wuji with ferocious howls.

On the other hand, Fatty Wang and Song Wuji are not under much pressure. Fatty Wang is surrounded by the Wanxiang Wuyanluo, and Song Wuji has an aurora bead hanging above his head. If you look closely, you can find that Fatty Wang's Wanxiang Wuyanluo is more powerful than Song Wuji's Aurora.

The pearl light is much brighter. From this, it can be seen that if Song Wuji did not hide his cultivation, his strength should be one point weaker than Fatty Wang.

Naturally, the young monks of the Fire Temple also saw the fight between Luo Tian and the black-faced man. Seeing that the black-faced man seemed to be strong, but actually fell into a slight disadvantage, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the offensive in his hands was

More and more fierce.

Fatty Wang and Song Wuji looked at each other and understood each other's thoughts. Since the other party wanted to strike first, they could not be willing to be restrained. At that moment, they both patted the Qiankun bag, and two flying swords that looked almost identical were floating up and down by their sides.

Then they used a magic spell in unison. The earth sword and the human sword of Sancai Li's lightsaber let out a soft cry, and then slashed towards each other like lightning. It seemed that in just the blink of an eye, the two flying swords arrived at the Fire Temple.

Three feet in front of the young monk.

"Not bad, not bad."

The dim eyes of the cultivator in the late Qi refining stage of the Fire Temple, who was standing aside and leisurely watching the battle, suddenly brightened up. He said two good words in a row and nodded secretly in his heart.

"Hmph! A little trick!"

A cold light flashed through the narrow eyes of the young monk from the Fire Temple, he snorted coldly, his whole body trembled, and then he disappeared out of thin air.

The next moment, the young monk appeared three feet away on the right, and the figure slowly disappeared.

"Afterimage!"

Fatty Wang and Song Wuji's pupils shrank. The flying swords they controlled did not retract after they failed. Instead, they intertwined with each other, as if a huge pair of scissors were flying towards the young monk, and they were like two long dragons churning back and forth in the air.

.

"court death!"

The young monk was fighting against two monks in the late stage of Qi refining stage. However, he couldn't fight for a long time. He was already a little impatient. He shouted lowly and pointed his finger between his eyebrows. A thin line of dark yellow light spurted out. Then the young monk grabbed it in the air and

The thin dark yellow light is held in the hand, but it is a dark yellow awl that is only about a foot long. The awl is thin at the front and thick at the back. The surface is a bit rough, and it doesn't even have a handle, but it exudes a powerful aura.

"Intermediate treasure weapon!"

Seeing this, Song Wuji and Fatty Wang's expressions changed, and they retreated violently.

"You can die under the broken mountain cone, it is considered a worthwhile trip!" The young monk laughed wildly and raised the broken mountain cone into the air. The broken mountain cone immediately turned into thousands of rays of light, including several.

There are light pillars like yellow dragons mixed in among them.

Boom Kaka!

The mountain-breaking awl is indeed a mid-level treasure. With just one blow, it almost completely shook away Fatty Wang's Wanxiang Wuyanluo and the five-color mist. Song Wuji was even more miserable, thinking that his Aurora Pearl defense was not as good as Wanxiang.

Wuyanluo, with a dim and shaky appearance.

Song Wuji's face turned pale, he took back the Aurora Bead, looked at the light and the thick beam of light that was about to fall on his body, a drop of blood floated out from the center of his eyebrows, and then he opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of essence. After the two gathered together, Song Wuji

The fair face immediately turned fiery red.

"Bagua Fire Dragon Plate!"
Chapter completed!