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This rain of swords, before it moved, was already so terrifying that even Amusang, who had been famous for many years, felt frightened. At this time, he could no longer care about his face and directly greeted several other golden elixir monks.
The strong black man and the other four monks from the Constellation Realm were not as good as Amusang, and they were all enveloped by the terrifying rain of swords. Wherever Amusang gave orders, Alchemy Magical Artifact had already been sacrificed.
At this time, hundreds of foundation-building monks from Lingxiao Palace flew into the air, and other peaks climbed up the hillside. The Qi Refining Stage disciples at the top of the mountain looked eagerly at the battle taking place in front of the palace gate. Although battles between Golden Core cultivators were rare for them, this was the first time they had faced off against six Golden Core enemy cultivators with their own strength.
Boo! A big drum was the first to hit Lu, and the lingering sound made the foundation-building monks in Lingxiao Palace feel a surge of energy and blood after hearing the heavy drum sound.
Luo Qian frowned, and Yuan Min waved his hand to create a blue light curtain. With her strength, she was unable to carry the big drum head-on, but the opponent's main target was to rush towards the landing. There was some lingering sound, but it was not difficult to block it.
The other two swords also struck at Lu Zuo at weird angles. The starlight on the other person flashed, and the whole person disappeared on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, six people had attacked Lu at the same time.
"Fall!" Lu Qing yelled, and the rain of swords that had climbed to the top of his head poured down like a torrential rain from the heads of the six people in a moment.
"Arrow array, prepare!" Under the leader's shout, the hundreds of arrow cultivators behind the six Golden Core cultivators each drew their bows and set arrows. The moment the arrows were stringed, the entire arrow array transformed into a giant scorpion shape. Like a huge poisonous scorpion swinging in the air.
The monks on the Lingxiao Palace side were fascinated by what they saw. Even though there were six golden elixir monks and hundreds of foundation-building monks forming an arrow array, Lu still chose to attack actively. As soon as he made a move, a mighty sword rain fell across the sky. We can guess what the final result will be, but this kind of heroic spirit is already unmatched by other monks.
Whoosh! The middle-aged man in purple who escaped through the starlight before appeared again, already several feet away from Lu, with a soft whip with spikes in his hand pointing towards Lu's throat.
This person's escape skills are far beyond miraculous, and he was able to get so close in the blink of an eye.
Lu's body swayed slightly in the air, and the middle-aged man in purple was slightly startled, and soon turned into a sneer. This silver-haired monk was a little too arrogant, and he actually dared to shake his Fire Thorn Star Whip! The middle-aged man in purple flicked his wrist, and the Fire Thorn Star Whip flew towards Lu at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Thousands of sharp fire thorns emerged from the long whip.
The reason why he used the escape technique to get to such a close distance was to give Lu Lai such a blow. The fire thorns, which were as dense as rain, were so dense that even the terrible rain of swords could not destroy them all. With such a close distance, even his miraculous Star Escape Technique could not escape.
The middle-aged man in purple is confident that his combat prowess may not rank high among monks of the same level, but when it comes to the magic of escape, no one can compare with him. Otherwise, he would not have been able to survive this two-hundred-year-old melee in the world of immortality.
However, what surprised the middle-aged man in purple was that the silver-haired monk in front of him did not dodge, and directly reached out to slap him, allowing thousands of poisonous fire thorns to be shot away. A palm slapped over at a faster speed.
Almost at the same time that he activated the fire stinger attack, Lu sensed the movement of this person. He was several feet away, and with Lu's speed, he really couldn't dodge this vicious attack, but he gathered his strength and attacked, this person in purple clothes Nian had just settled down and appeared, and he slapped him with his palm. What was wrong with this middle-aged man in purple? The escape technique of this middle-aged man in purple was indeed the only one he had seen in his life. The short-distance magic was not even the same as that of the woman in silver armor. Under Ma Luhong.
But Lu Yuanshen's power has reached a level that is difficult for monks of the same level to match. He immediately senses the slightest fluctuation around him. Unless the opponent gives up the attack and escapes directly, he has no choice but to do it. Unfortunately, the opponent still chooses to attack.
The monks in Lingxiao Palace couldn't help but sweat for Lu. It was obvious that the middle-aged man in purple had fled within a few feet of Lu in the blink of an eye, and was ready to attack. However, Lu's reaction was so fast that it was equally dizzying. Almost that As soon as the middle-aged man in purple appeared, Lu Bian had already taken action at the right time. Instead of giving in, Fei Dan faced the difficulties head-on.
Lu sneered, no matter how fast, can it be faster than the speed of using the treasure? With a slight thought, a layer of cyan Taihao battle clothes floated on the outside, wrapping his body tightly.
At the same time, the Ruyi armor protected the vital parts of his body and rolled up his palms. Thousands of fire poisonous stings kept hitting Lu's body surface, but they were unable to break through Lu's defense.
"What?" The middle-aged man in purple clothes suddenly became frightened. When he tried to escape again, the strong wind had already hit him. It seemed that all the life around him was cut off by the opponent's palm. The middle-aged man in purple clothes gritted his teeth and used the fire thorn star in his hand. The whip flicked and struck Lu again.
Thousands of fire poisonous thorns hit Lu's Taihao battle suit. Although Qingyi's color faded a little, they were all blocked in the end. With Lu Yun's strength, he slapped the fire thorn star whip with a slap, and the purple suit Before the middle-aged man could recover from his injuries, an overwhelming force of bloody palm struck him directly on the head. The force was so fierce that it was several times beyond the limit of a late-stage Jindan cultivator.
boom! Although the middle-aged man in purple tried his best to resist, how could he withstand Lu's attack when his cultivation was only in the middle stage of Jindan? His head exploded like a watermelon, and the headless corpse fell from the air.
"Scorpion arrows! Fire!" At this time, the arrow formation was finally ready. Hundreds of foundation-building monks each shot an arrow. The arrows gathered into a huge torrent in the air, forming an arrow that was more than ten feet long. , a giant arrow about a foot thick shot towards Lu Yingtian.
The momentum of that giant arrow actually exceeded the full force strike of an ordinary late-stage Jindan monk. Luo Qian and Yuan Min both changed their expressions at this time. I didn't expect that these hundreds of foundation-building monks would be so powerful after forming an formation.
Lu's expression was stern, and he stood alone on the ground. A golden light flashed in his hand. It was the psychic golden whip that he had refined with the harvest-breathing mystical skill. A psychic magical weapon is not cultivated by itself, and can only exert part of its power.
