When the middle-aged man in green shirt saw the dense swarm of ants coming towards him, he couldn't help but curse in his heart. It was enough to have the magic weapon with him. After all, many foundation-building monks would give their most potential heirs powerful weapons to protect themselves, so as to avoid ordinary occurrences. Accident. While possessing a magic weapon, he was also an insect cultivator, and he also raised a third-level peak leopard spirit beast. He has never seen a Qi Refining monk with such terrifying strength.
"Death!" When the hook-nosed old man saw Lu Xiaotian releasing spiritual insects and beasts one after another to hold back his two sworn brothers, he couldn't help being frightened and angry, and controlled the sword array to launch a sharper attack. Trying to deal with Lu Xiaotian in a short time, otherwise the situation will be extremely unfavorable to him.
Now he was trapped in the sword formation. He couldn't escape unless he broke through the sword formation. Lu Xiaotian calmed down. Facing the spiritual swords shooting from four directions, Lu Xiaotian only had time to draw out three whips. One of the spiritual swords had no time to parry. Flashed across his waist and ribs like lightning.
The hook-nosed face was happy, but the smile quickly solidified on his face, and a piece of silk spiritual armor was exposed from Lu Xiaotian's cut wound. His spirit sword only left a shallow gap on it.
"The best defensive spirit armor!" The hook-nosed old man spat out these words angrily. Without this spirit armor, Lu Xiaotian would have been seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Although the ice silk silk armor blocked the spirit sword from cutting into his body, the force of the opponent's spirit sword was completely applied to his body. Even though it was partially buffered, the shock through the ice silk silk armor still made him depressed and wanted to vomit blood. The hook-nosed old man's sword array was extremely sharp. This was the first time that he was forced into such a panic. If it weren't for this spiritual armor, even if he had the demon-binding rope in his hand, he would have been killed by the hook-nosed old man.
If I had known better, I would have brought the small black sword with me. Although the hook-nosed old man's sword formation was powerful, it would never be able to withstand the attacks of two magic weapons at the same time. In the past, he only thought that the attack of a magic weapon could be blocked by using a magic weapon, but it seemed that he was a bit blind to the sky.
However, Lu Xiaotian had no time to regret it at this time. The hook-nosed old man’s sword array attacks were getting faster and faster. The four spiritual swords came from different angles, sometimes attacking in unison and sometimes in succession. Lu Xiaotian tried his best to block only three of them. In the blink of an eye, he had already been hit by four or five swords in a fierce battle, and the ice silk silk armor on his body was also scratched one or two times. Continuously controlling the magic weapon consumes mana very quickly. Lu Xiaotian took out a middle-grade spiritual stone from the barrier. Although the middle-grade spiritual stone was very precious, he couldn't care about it at this time.
"Roar" Huabao sensed Lu Xiaotian's danger, became extremely irritable, and attacked the stubby man fiercely. However, the stubby man was also quite capable. Huabao was eager to attack, and instead suffered two bloody wounds on his body. As for the other battlefield, although there were hundreds of shadow ants, which were enough to pose a fatal threat to some Qi Refining Dzogchen monks, due to the lack of command, they did not show much lethality at this time, but they could barely hold back the middle-aged man in green shirt. .
Secretly anxious, he naturally has backup tactics that can reverse the situation, but they are all prepared for the Bloody Forbidden Land. He is about to enter the Bloody Forbidden Land. If he uses them now, there is no time to replenish them.
Bang, the demon-binding rope once again missed the leading spiritual sword. Suddenly, the light that formed the four spiritual swords suddenly became a little weaker, and the power actually dropped a lot. Lu Xiaotian was startled at first, and then overjoyed. It seemed that even though the durability of the four spiritual swords that formed the sword array was several times stronger than that of a single spiritual sword, it still had a limit. After fighting dozens of times with the demon-binding rope, I finally couldn't stand it any longer.
The murderous intent of the sword formation suddenly weakened, and the hook-nosed old man was also shocked. He had never fought against a monk with a magic weapon before, but now he had a fierce battle with Lu Xiaotian. At first, he had the upper hand. Coupled with his greed for magic weapons, he He was determined to kill.
While the flying swords in the Small Four Elephant Sword Formation are attacking, the attack on one spiritual sword can be spread to the other spiritual swords, so these flying swords can persist for such a long time. But even so, there is an insurmountable gap between spiritual weapons and magic weapons. Moreover, he heard that the magic weapon consumes a huge amount of mana.
Just seeing that Lu Xiaotian actually took out the middle-grade spirit stone, he couldn't help but cursed secretly. The young man in front of him had no idea how many trump cards he had. Although the spiritual armor facing the direction was broken, it still needed at least a few strikes to completely destroy it. At this time, the Small Four Elephants Sword Formation that he relied on the most could no longer support it. At this time, the other two fictitious brothers were still unable to get rid of the entanglement between the leopard and the shadow ant colony. The hook-nosed old man was filled with regret. He had known better and would not have taken advantage of the young monk. Now, even his four top-quality spiritual swords have suffered considerable damage. It is really a waste of money.
But the hook-nosed old man didn't care. When he saw that there was no hope of victory, he would be defeated by the opponent, so he immediately shouted, "Third brother, fourth boy. This kid is too powerful, hurry up!"
"Can you leave?" Lu Xiaotian snorted angrily. He could clearly see the change from strong to weak in the opponent's sword array. How could he let the old man leave as he pleased? His wrists shook continuously, and the demon-binding rope turned into several afterimages in the air, and struck several spiritual swords one after another.
There was a slight sound, and a small crack appeared on the blade of one of the spiritual swords.
The hook-nosed old man turned pale in horror and exclaimed, "I will fight with you!"
He said this, but the man shot back violently, not even caring about these severely damaged spiritual swords. The middle-aged man in blue shirt and the stubby man looked frightened, but they were entangled by the leopards and ants, and could not escape for a while.
Lu Xiaotian felt reassured and pulled out the demon-binding rope again.
There was a snap, and the four spiritual swords could no longer hold up. Like mirrors, they scattered into countless fragments and fell from the sky.
I wanted to run away now, but it was too late. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and threw the demon-binding rope out of his hand. He caught up with the hook-nosed old man in an instant. The hook-nosed old man was horrified. He took out a spiritual knife from his storage bag and slashed continuously. However, without the sword formation, ordinary spiritual weapons alone were no match for the demon-binding rope.
"Bind!" Lu Xiaotian shouted coldly, and with two strokes of the demon-binding rope, he pulled away the hook-nosed old man's spiritual knife. The long rope, which was about ten feet long, tightly wrapped around the hook-nosed old man. The demon-binding rope is made of a mixture of ice silk and blood-devouring vine, with many spiritual objects mixed in. The light silk drawn from the blood-devouring vine has fine spikes on it, which can suck blood. It is extremely domineering. Incomparably, once it entangled the hook-nosed old man, the sharp thorns pierced the hook-nosed old man's skin.
"Third, Fourth, save me!" The hook-nosed old man shouted in fear, but as soon as he said the words, the old man screamed repeatedly, and his whole body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. There seems to be a trace of blood-red color on the demon-binding rope that has absorbed flesh and blood.
Lu Xiaotian frowned, the demon-binding rope was so overbearing.
"Brother!" The middle-aged man in green shirt and the stubby man cried out sadly. He no longer had the will to fight. He turned around and tried to escape, but was blocked by leopards and shadow ants.
Lu Xiaotian reached out and sucked the hook-nosed old man's storage bag over. Throw out dozens of wind blades at the same time. The two people who had no time to be distracted were cut into several pieces.
After getting rid of a few people, Lu Xiaotian didn’t hesitate anymore and directly released the spirit crane and returned to Lingxiao Gongfang City as quickly as possible.
