Chapter 388: Storm

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He wasn't sure what to do, but he felt that he wasn't tired anyway, so he just hung the spirit beast bag around his waist. However, he didn't notice that when he entered the secret realm, a beautiful eye scanned the spirit beast bag around his waist. Several times, although this spirit beast bag is just the most common low-level spirit beast bag.

After Li Huanzhen entered the yellow light belt just now, he found that he was not a member of the three sects at all. As soon as his eyes rolled, he thought of bee voodoo. He released more than a dozen peak voodoos with the purpose of killing bee voodoo wherever they went. After triggering the originally quiet restriction, the attacks that were originally triggered one by one as Potian and the others fought all the way, were all triggered and exploded in advance in a short period of time. In this way, the monsters in the passage were not faced with just a small area. Attacked, but had to withstand the total attack of the storm in a short period of time, and at that time the number of attacks in the channel instantly increased several times.

Li Huanzhen looked at the pure white light strip that was getting closer and closer and dancing like willow branches in the wind, with a trace of murderous intent flashing in his eyes. His spiritual consciousness was fully released and swept around, but his feet were a little faster. In just a few turns, he stood on the pure white light belt. His body shape kept rising and falling with the dance of the light belt.

Wang Lang's handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold frost. He looked at Quan Jiuxing beside him, and then at the forty-three Qi Condensation Stage monks from the Second Sect behind him. He held a blue diamond crystal in one hand and waved his sword finger from time to time in the other hand. , with a single wave, dozens of sword lights would roar from the sky, coming without a trace and leaving like lightning, hitting the black strange eagle above the Iron Lock Bridge. For a moment, flying feathers were flying everywhere, and flesh and blood were everywhere. fly.

These strange eagles are all black, but their bodies are like fine iron. The Qi Condensation Stage monks behind them can't be injured unless they are attacked with full force from the tenth level or above. Otherwise, they will be shaken several feet away and fly high into the sky at most. The strange eagle has a long and pointed beak like a crane's beak. The giant beak about two feet long is shining with a strange green light. Every time it pecks, the air is torn into cracks, and the friction makes a harsh sound like cloth. The sound of sudden tearing was only dozens of times louder. It made one's teeth sore, eardrums like cracks, and headaches. The power of this sharp beak is astonishing. The body-protecting aura of a monk in the Qi Condensation Stage is often shattered into little auras under just two or three pecks. If he can't avoid it, it will pass through his body. The claws of the strange eagle are even more peculiar. They only have two fingers. The two fingers are spread out vertically in a straight line. The two ends are two extremely sharp claws, and the fingertips of the straight fingers are as white as blades. Like bone spurs are exposed, like a long knife. When cutting the opponent, the two ends can bend and shrink inward. In an instant, the object grasped by two fingers can be pinched and cut into two pieces.

At this moment, they were standing on an iron chain bridge. There were several long iron chain guardrails on both sides of the bridge. There was nothing else under their feet except square wooden boards spread on a few iron chains. Under the wooden planks and iron chains, the river was roaring and roaring.

Quanjiuxing is trying its best to deal with the little golden snakes that are constantly jumping up and flying in the rolling river below. These little golden snakes have thin bodies, about half a foot long, and their heads are in the shape of a sharp triangle. A pair of small eyes on them reveal a bloodthirsty light. Rows of fine broken teeth flashed with cold light. They shot out in groups from the roaring river towards the monks walking on the chain bridge. No matter whether the monks' swords or spiritual weapons hit them, they would all be splashed with splashes. There was a flash of sparks, and then they fell, but they often just relied on the power of the waves stirred up in the river to pounce on the monks on the bridge again without fear of death.

For a moment, whether it was the strong wind caused by the huge wings of the black strange eagle in the sky, or the attack of the golden snake that was rebounded onto the bridge, or the monks' mana that continued to surge, the iron-locked bridge in the middle of the river was The blows continued to shake, and the bodies of everyone on the bridge were swaying.

These are already giving people a headache, but the most terrifying thing is that the rolling river water below is unknown. When it splashes, as long as a drop falls on the bridge body, the wooden boards there will be corroded in an instant, and the iron will be The long chain was stained by the river water, and immediately after a burst of black smoke came out, a piece of it was deeply dented. And every time those golden thread-like snakes jumped up from the river, they would bring a lot of river water, which made Taixuan The monks of Jiao and Shibuyuan were miserable. Fortunately, Wang Lang and Quan Jiuxing were respectively responsible for dealing with attacks from the sky and from the river below. They held blue diamond crystals in one hand and protected a large space with the other. Only some of the attacks would fall. When they arrived at the Qi Condensation Stage monks, even so, about a quarter of an hour after they entered this level, the original forty-nine people had been reduced to forty-three. This was only about four miles ahead, and they were still ahead of two top-level builders. Under the full protection of Brother Ji.

Looking at the rising fog in the river ahead and covering the long iron-locked bridge in front of me, although I calculated in my mind that it was still about six miles away, I felt that the bridge was extremely long for a while, and every step I took was extremely difficult.

"This level is so sad. It seems that the following levels are getting more and more difficult. If this continues, the losses in this level will be more than the losses in the sphere just now." Wang Lang said in a low voice with a gloomy face to the person who was resisting the attack below with all his strength. Jiuxing whispered.

"Does Brother Wang have any idea? There is no way to change the situation here. We can only take one step at a time. However, when we reach the meeting point of ten miles, there will probably only be about thirty people left." Quan Jiuxing also said He lost his previous gentleness and said with an embarrassed expression.

For a while, apart from various explosions, there was silence between the two. After a long time, Wang Lang couldn't help but sigh. "It seems that you and I are not very lucky this time. We met monsters in the first level, and we only met in the second level. But in the third level, you and I actually encountered monsters again. Why are we so unlucky? We encountered the Evil Cultivator of the Demon Sect in every level. The secret realm monsters were so ferocious that they lived up to their reputation. In the previous level, we had killed eleven Qi Condensation Stage monks before we wiped out all six of the opponent's monsters. "

"I think it won't happen in this level. There are eight teams of monsters in total. We have already met three of them in the first three levels. There is a high chance that they are from the Demon Sect or the Pure Land Sect in this level." Quan Jiuxing's pretty face actually showed a trace of emotion. With a strong sense of murderous intent and unwillingness.

It's no wonder that there are only eight teams of monsters in total, and they have met several teams one after another. Although they will be matched again after each level, the chance is extremely high.

Wang Lang suddenly smiled, "Brother Quan, you won the chance to enter the sphere in the last level. This level should allow Brother Yu to enter." He said this with obvious reluctance in his tone. The two of them in the previous level Bet I didn't expect them to be a step behind. The sword madman's fault appeared on the way forward, and he was performing spells indiscriminately.