The wind was strong and dust was flying everywhere.
The moment the fifth-level Qi Refining monk took out his pocket magic weapon, a strong wind blew up around him, but the direction of the wind was in the opposite direction. Instead of blowing Chen Yuan away, it wanted to suck Chen Yuan into his pocket.
Chen Yuan only felt that his feet were unsteady, and he slowly approached the black-clothed monk. The silver flying knife floating in front of him swayed and almost lost control.
"Boy, I forgot to tell you. This pocket magic weapon is called the Qiankun Bag. Although it is a low-grade imitation, it was imitated by a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Anyone or anything that is sucked into it will be destroyed. It was reduced to ashes within an hour.”
The monk in black laughed wildly and couldn't help but pour mana into the bag in the air. The suction force of the strong wind also became more violent as his spiritual power was injected into it.
There was a two-level gap between the two, so Chen Yuan had reason to believe that what the other party said was true.
Chen Yuan didn't want his flying knife weapon to be sucked away, let alone get into the pocket.
He pushed his feet downwards suddenly, and after briefly controlling his body shape, while controlling the flying knife in the air, he took out a Poison Gathering Pill and an Exploding Talisman from the storage bag.
Throwing the two items out with his left hand, they were instantly sucked into his pocket.
"burst!"
Chen Yuan drank lightly, and the Exploding Talisman and Poison Gathering Pill exploded in the Qiankun Bag.
The next moment, dark green smoke filled the air, a small hole appeared in the center of the perfect Qiankun bag, and the strong wind became much smaller.
"You dare to destroy my magic weapon. I will make you shed all your blood today to help me break the shackles."
Looking at the holed Qiankun Bag, the monk in black was furious. This was the most proud of the three magical weapons in his hand. It was broken today, and he didn't know when it would be repaired again.
Naturally, the Qiankun Bag, whose strength was greatly reduced, could no longer play a role, but the black-clothed monk had no plans to withdraw the magic weapon. Instead, he took out another ruler with flashing lightning to hold the magic weapon.
I saw the ruler magic weapon spinning rapidly in the air, and two lightning flashes on it.
"go!"
I saw the black-clothed monk lightly tapping the ruler weapon, and the two lightning beams on it suddenly turned into two thunder knives and struck directly at Chen Yuan's head.
"Low-grade magic weapon with thunder attribute? Brother Dao, you are not a poor man. You have used two magic weapons in such a short period of time. However, do you think that low-grade magic weapons can really compete with medium-grade magic weapons?"
As he spoke, Chen Yuan decisively withdrew control of the silver flying knife, and instead took out the Thunder Dragon Cone, which he had also promoted to a mid-level magical weapon.
The thunder dragon cone first shook off the two lightning knives that were coming at extremely fast speeds, and then faced the black-clothed monk like a poisonous dragon drill. The thunder dragon swimming on the awl is like a real dragon flying in the sky.
In an instant, four thunder dragons were entangled with each other, roaring above the pool.
Although the Thunder Dragon Cone is a mid-grade magical weapon, the opponent is stronger than me. Even with all our strength, the fight is only a draw.
The dragon roared, and the scene was once again deadlocked.
Chen Yuan owns two medium-grade magic weapons, which has exceeded the wealth of most monks in the Qi refining period. This makes the monks in black want to kill.
As long as Chen Yuan kills and obtains the magic weapon, his status in Tianmo Sect will rise again, and he may even gain the favor of the sect master.
The monk in black decisively put away the torn Qiankun bag, and then took out two items from the storage bag.
A third-grade diamond talisman was quickly attached to his body, and the other was a three-pole flagpole that was already a little worn.
The monk inserted three flagpoles within ten feet of the battle between the two men at extremely fast speeds.
The next moment, the flagpole suddenly glowed brightly, forming a small formation around it.
At the same time, Chen Yuan suddenly felt that his strength and the spiritual power in his body had suddenly weakened, and the speed of the two magic weapons had also weakened a lot.
"Is it because of the three-pole flag?"
Chen Yuan was shocked. His strength had become weaker and his attack speed had become lower. This is not a good sign. The originally peaceful situation has begun to turn against him.
"Boy, do you feel that your strength has become weaker? It's okay to tell you that the formation I have, called the Spirit Reduction Formation, was obtained after I killed a seriously injured senior brother. I once used this formation, and I I almost killed a strong man at the sixth level of Qi Refining. I used it today to deal with you, a small third-level Qi Refining person, just because I fell in love with the treasure in your hand. You only need to sincerely donate two middle-grade magic weapons. , everything is easy to say.”
Chen Yuan did not believe that the opponent would let him go after getting his Thunder Dragon Cone and Silver Flying Knife, so even if his strength was weakened, he must win today's battle.
It's just that my strength has been reduced, how can I break this passive situation?
Suddenly, Chen Yuan discovered something different in the formation. Perhaps because the formation was too old, the formation shield on his right front was much less bright than other places.
"That's it!"
With a slight smile on his lips and no words, Chen Yuan raised his hand and offered up two magical weapons.
The thunder dragon cone continued to fight against the ruler. When the two were evenly matched, the silver flying knife that had been hovering beside the body suddenly changed direction and pierced the weak point of the formation.
Light burst out, and at the moment when the silver flying knife pierced the formation, the originally airtight formation mask suddenly made a cracking sound.
"You...since you broke my spirit-reducing formation, how did you do it?"
The monk was shocked. He originally thought he had a chance to win, but he didn't expect Chen Yuan to break the formation so easily.
However, because of the level advantage, the monk did not have too much compassion. Instead, he adjusted his mentality and injected spiritual power into the ruler magic weapon.
The next moment, the ruler magic weapon suddenly stopped rotating, and the two thunder and lightning rays also returned to their original form.
It's just that the ruler gave Chen Yuan a dangerous feeling for some reason, as if the ruler's magic weapon had suddenly been promoted from a low-grade to a high-grade weapon.
"Boy, your methods are indeed endless. I just don't know if you can take the next blow?"
When the monk finished speaking, the emerald-green ruler in the air suddenly magnified several times. At the same time as the lightning flashed, it slashed down in the air like a sword, seeming to split Chen Yuan from the heavenly spirit.
The sudden increase in power of the ruler magic weapon forced Chen Yuan to give up control of the silver flying knife and thunder dragon cone, and use all his strength to defend the black turtle shield.
A loud rumbling sound echoed in the space, and the black turtle shield successfully withstood the full blow of the ruler weapon.
"Still a middle-grade magic weapon? Boy, how many middle-grade magic weapons do you have in your hand?"
He used certain killing methods on Chen Yuan many times, but failed many times. After using the ruler weapon with all his strength, the monk in black almost exhausted all the spiritual energy in his body.
"I don't need to tell you how many middle-grade magic weapons I have."
Chen Yuan's words were cold, and his hands were rapidly changing techniques. He wanted to take advantage of the opponent's unstable state of mind to launch a fatal attack.
Especially after seeing the many treasures in Chen Yuan's hands, few low-level monks could maintain a balanced mentality.
In the hearts of low-level monks, magical weapons are their lives.
The higher the level of the magic weapon, the more attractive it is and the most deadly.
"go!"
Following Chen Yuan's movement, the silver flying knife was like a deadly knife free of space, slicing through the opponent's arm and stabbing towards his neck.
"Hmph...you want to kill me with your third-level Qi refining level? You don't have the qualifications yet."
Seeing the blood flowing out of his arm, the monk snorted coldly. While his eyes widened in anger, his figure also began to change. His muscles swelled with blood, and horns grew on his head.
"Heavenly Demon Kung Fu?"
Chen Yuan retreated quickly. He had seen the power of the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu. A monk at the third level of Qi Refining could be promoted to the fifth level of Qi Refining out of thin air.
The monk in front of him is at the fifth level of cultivation, and after using the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu...
Chen Yuan couldn't imagine it. After quickly retracting the silver flying knife, he turned around and ran down the mountain.
With his cultivation at the third level of Qi Refining, he can fight to a tie with the fifth level of Qi Refining with the help of the power of the magic weapon. He does not have the strength to fight at the sixth or even seventh level of Qi Refining.
"Boy, if you can recognize the Demonic Art, you have some knowledge. However, your perception is too late. The Hell Judge has already arrived in front of you."
As the level and strength changed, the monk also became violent. He raised his fist and hit Chen Yuan.
"Black Turtle Shield, up!"
The Diamond Talisman would definitely not be able to withstand the opponent's fist, so Chen Yuan could only use the mid-grade Black Turtle Shield.
Chen Yuan felt his ears roaring, and his body flew several feet away, and the blood gushing from his body also came to his mouth.
Obviously, the black turtle shield bore most of the force for him, otherwise, with just one punch, Chen Yuan's bones would have been broken and his meridians would have been completely damaged.
If this continues, Chen Yuan may still risk his life without throwing three punches.
"No, we can't passively bear it. After the opponent is demonized, his strength has increased too much. Only by clever means can we escape."
After making a decision in his heart, Chen Yuan stopped running and turned to look at the demonized monk behind him.
The demonized monks have reached at least the sixth level of Qi refining. Their skin is rough and their flesh is thick. Ordinary talismans and magical weapons can hardly hurt the opponent. Even middle-grade magical weapons can only scratch the flesh.
In addition to the two middle-grade magical weapons in Chen Yuan's hands, the only ones left were the Soul-Eating Sword and the Burning Heart Sword.
Before he figured out the root cause of the Soul-Eating Sword's backlash, Chen Yuan no longer dared to use it. The Burning Heart Sword is only a low-grade magical weapon. When combined with the "Burning Heart Art", it can only exert the power of a mid-grade magical weapon.
"That's all, let's try it with the Burning Heart Sword. Maybe it will work wonders."
Since practicing the first level of the "Burning Heart Sword Technique", this is the first time Chen Yuan has adapted to the Burning Heart Sword in a life and death battle.
The sword points to the sky, and the flames burn!
When Chen Yuan was about to execute the first Fiery Sword Slash, he was surprised to discover a strange phenomenon.
After the demonized monk struck the first punch, he did not throw a second punch, but squatted down in pain, his face turned pale, and he was foaming at the mouth, as if the demonic power had a backlash.
You, since you use poison. What a despicable means...
The monk raised his right hand in great pain, and then lay down in front of Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan was still shocked that a demonized monk who was close to the sixth level of Qi Refining died so easily in front of him.
Soon after, he figured out the reason: after the silver flying knife was promoted to the middle level, he once placed it on the left side of the Yin-Yang Cauldron.
I originally thought that the left side of the Yin-Yang Cauldron could only add poison to elixirs, but I didn't expect that it could also add poison to magic weapons.
Chen Yuan seemed to have discovered a new world, with a look of ecstasy on his face. In this way, he would no longer be afraid of enemies one or two levels higher than him.
