Not to mention the early stage of Yuanying, even if the middle stage of Yuanying exhausted all their financial resources and spent hundreds of years, they might not be able to build such a sword formation.
Now after the silver-haired monk put away his sword array, he actually took out a set of magical weapons that were almost the same. The attacks may look sharp but not elegant enough, but they are more heavy and solemn.
The guy in front of him can no longer be judged by common sense. Even if he has enough financial resources to support him, how many people can have such courage and can contain two sets of magical weapons with such amazing power in their bodies at the same time? Depending on the time, I am afraid that at least Also hundreds of years old. The strange thing is that this person has cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage. It's really incredible.
The old man with an upturned nose and the female cultivator in colorful skirts looked at each other again. After being shocked, their faces turned bitter. They were not as strong as others. They were inside the formation at this time, and there was no other way.
At this time, the power of the Blood Cauldron Demon Refining Array has not been exerted much. With the two people's shrewdness, they can naturally guess Lu Xiaotian's thoughts. After Xiang Yihang suddenly turned his back, I thought Xiang Yihang had ulterior motives, but I didn't expect that the silver-haired young man's calculations were not inferior to Xiang Yihang's at all.
The silver-haired young man, while fighting Xiang Yihang, still had the power to control this extremely powerful formation. At this time, the two of them could only follow what Lu Xiaotian said and fight the two remaining mirages first.
Otherwise, Xiang Yihang took a weird elixir and was not afraid of the damage from this formation. The two of them did not have such elixir. The two of them saw with their own eyes that Lu Xiaotian had other Nascent Souls in his hands to drive this formation.
"I want to see how many psychic magic weapons you have!" At this time, Xiang Yihang was so angry that he thought everything was under control. He only waited for Lu Xiaotian to make a blood oath and kill the mirage leader. After that, he took down Lu Xiaotian and took back the formation.
He also had some remaining Nascent Soul in his hand. After taking over the formation, he used the formation to threaten the old man with an upturned nose. The two of them worked together to kill the remaining two mirage wolves, which were not too strong. If possible, it is not impossible to deal with these two guys afterwards. Xiang Yihang will be the final winner.
I just didn't expect that things would change unexpectedly again. The silver-haired boy in front of him had who knows how many trump cards he had, and he turned over them one after another.
Zirenye was now suppressed by Nalaoshizi's seventh-level pagoda. Even I can feel the tremendous pressure from the seven-level pagoda collapsing like a mountain.
Xiang Yihang was also a little lucky. Fortunately, he had defeated the eight-legged demonic beast in one fell swoop, otherwise he would not have been a match for the silver-haired young man and the demonic beast combined.
In addition to his purple-edged golden treasure, he also has the Dragon Scale Yang Sword. Xiang Yihang's eyes were full of sternness, and the Linyang Sword roared and shot toward Lu Xiaotian, striving to severely injure Lu Xiaotian in one fell swoop.
Lu Xiaotian spread his left hand, and from the palm of his hand, two Fire Luan flew out one after another, it was the Fire Luan Phantom.
Two fire luan phantoms, one on the left and one on the right, screamed and intercepted the Dragon Scale Yang Sword, and the two luan swords fought fiercely in the air.
Lu Xiaotian looked at Xiang Yihang with a stern expression, "If you have any other tricks, you might as well show them to me together."
Xiang Yihang's face was ashen and his eyes flickered. Until now, his original confidence in victory has disappeared. In front of him, Lu Xiaotian has pure magic power and endless methods. His Blood Cauldron Demon Refining Array was first given to the Yinwu youth. Unexpectedly, it fell into Lu Xiaotian's hands. Otherwise, with this formation, no matter how powerful Lu Xiaotian was, he would never be lucky.
Little did he know that even if he had this formation in hand, Lu Xiaotian also had a way to break it.
Ding, a few purple-blade leaves were crushed by Ling Kong's slowly suppressing Demon Suppression Tower, and they fell to the ground, losing their spirituality.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the speed of the seven demon-suppressing towers suddenly accelerated. Black Sky Holy Buddha was the first to block the opposite Purple Leaf Blade. Then came the Guangmingzun Pagoda with a completely different atmosphere.
Xiang Yihang's breathing was stagnant. The seven demon-suppressing towers kept switching and the attack methods also changed slightly. He didn't have time to adapt at all. However, it is integrated and indestructible, at least with his current strength, it cannot be broken.
"Death!" The frightened and angry expression on Xiang Yihang's face suddenly turned into a sinister smile, and a black needle as thin as an ox's hair floated to the back of Lu Xiaotian's head. The black needle trembled and was about to pierce into Lu Xiaotian's head.
But the smile on Xiang Yihang's face solidified again. I saw Lu Xiaotian's hand wrapped in silver armor, and he grabbed it directly back into the void, but he caught the flying needle in the palm of his hand.
"What other tricks are there? Come again!" Lu Xiaotian smiled cheerfully. Although there were many changes, on the whole, he was still under control. Before, he lacked a clear positioning of his own strength. He had fought against masters from the early stage of Nascent Soul and the middle stage of Ghost King. However, the seventh-level pagoda he had cultivated and the Brahma Spiritual Fire had strong restraint against the ghosts. effect. The evil spirit cannot get into you.
Human monks fight with ghosts, and they are extremely unhappy with the gloomy aura of ghosts. Once they get involved, their combat effectiveness will inevitably be affected. Naturally, one cannot completely measure one's own strength by the performance against the ghost clan.
Now he was fighting with Xiang Yihang, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul who was not weak in strength. Even without the help of formations, Lu Xiaotian was not afraid at all. Even killing this person is not impossible.
Even his own "Shadow Needle" was held in Lu Xiaotian's hand, and Xiang Yihang was so angry that he vomited blood. In this battle, he really lost both his wife and his troops.
Ding ding.... Another dozen purple blade leaves were shot down by the Demon Suppressing Tower. Xiang Yihang was horrified as a fiery red bead flew towards him.
"Thunderbolt and Fire Bead!" Xiang Yihang's expression changed when he saw this fiery red bead. Normally, this Thunderbolt and Fire Bead would not pose much of a threat, but now it consumes a lot of mana, and at the same time he has to face Lu Xiaotian is an extremely powerful person. If you are not careful, you will lose everything.
boom! Thunderbolts and fire beads exploded, pillars of fire rose up, and the thunderbolts were startled away. Xiang Yihang's golden cauldron armor trembled with light.
With the defense of the Golden Cauldron Armor, he did not suffer much damage, but he was the first to bear the brunt of the explosion of the thunderbolt and fire beads, and the movement of his magic power was stagnated.
For Xiang Yihang, who is still in the midst of a battle of spells, the consequences of poor magic flow are self-evident.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the seventh-level pagoda pressed down like a mountain, sweeping away the purple blade leaves he sent out.
"Seven towers merge into one!" Lu Xiaotian shouted, and the seven demon-suppressing towers swayed and merged into one. One tower has seven floors, each floor exuding a different solemn and majestic atmosphere, and blasted directly towards Xiang Yihang.
boom! Xiang Yihang screamed strangely, and his body was flying in the air like a rag. Blood beads sprinkled in the air, and the golden cauldron armor was also blasted with a huge dent in the chest. Many pieces of internal organs escaped from Xiang Yihang's mouth. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured by the Demon Suppressing Tower just now.
