After searching all over his body, Lu Zhu found that apart from the life-saving items left by his master, only the Xuanbing Sword could rival the magic weapon of the Danjie monk.
At that moment, she made a move with all her strength, and the ice sword she sacrificed was surrounded by ice mist, and the cold wind roared into a dragon. In terms of momentum, it was not much worse than the short-handled giant hammer and goose-yellow brocade handkerchief just now.
Seeing this scene, the sturdy monks in the audience couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, secretly sighing at the pure magic power and superb skills of Green Bamboo.
With his brows furrowed, he already felt a little regretful.
The purple-clothed female cultivator on the stage felt it even more deeply at this moment. The sudden drop in temperature and the surging spiritual energy all told the power of Lu Zhu's sword.
At that moment, she didn't have time to think too much. She turned her sword finger a little and then threw out the plain girl sword without any hesitation.
The next moment, two flying swords, one ice and one white, met in the air. After a violent crisp sound, the Xuanbing sword was violently bounced away.
"What a powerful magical weapon. It can be connected to the plain girl's sword without being destroyed!"
The male cultivator in the tiger-skin coat seemed to have forgotten his grudge against Green Bamboo at this moment, and exclaimed sincerely.
"Jie Jie, what a generous gesture. I don't know who this Taoist friend is, but he is willing to use such spiritual materials to refine a mere magic weapon!"
In the distance, a pill-forming monk covered in black robes was glowing with acid water in a strange manner.
However, although the cultivators in the audience were talking a lot and had many words of praise, they all thought that Lu Zhu's nonsense was over.
But only the female cultivator in purple knew that she had fallen into a trap and suffered a loss in this round of fighting.
The cold mist dissipated, and the plain female sword that everyone thought would be placed on Luzhu's neck was actually sealed in the thin ice.
The natal magic weapon was damaged, and the purple-clothed female cultivator felt a cold air entering her body. Immediately, the magic power in her meridians became inoperable. Whether she was casting spells or activating the magic weapon, it would be slower than normal.
Although Luzhu also injured his soul during the duel, in comparison, this injury was not worth mentioning at all. It was just a sharp sting to his soul.
Seeing that his plan was successful, Lu Zhu immediately suppressed his discomfort and used his magic power to continuously shoot out the Ice Soul Silver Needles!
This spell, which was born out of the ordinary ice needle technique, with the perfect skills compiled by Luo Hong and the addition of his own magic body, has almost become the innate magical power of Green Bamboo. Not only is it easy to perform, but it is also extremely powerful and can Fully unleash the power of the ice soul's cold energy.
I saw little bits of clear silver light condensing in front of the green bamboo. The first batch just flew out with a "whisper", and the latter batch was almost formed.
At this time, the female cultivator in purple could only turn the goose-yellow brocade handkerchief into a curtain to form a wall to resist.
As a result, a jaw-dropping scene appeared on the stage.
The dignified alchemy-building monk was actually pressed down and beaten by a foundation-building monk!
As more and more cold air escapes after the ice needle bursts, the aura of the cloth wall gradually dims, and the ice crystals slowly spread.
At this time, everyone who had just thought that Lu Zhu would humiliate herself couldn't help but hesitate. After all, as long as the wall of cloth offered by the female cultivator in purple collapsed, she would be defeated.
Could this girl be a talented disciple of the Taiyi Sect who came down from the mountain to train... Everyone secretly guessed.
Although the situation was good at the moment, Luzhu knew that the outcome was still far from certain, and the power of the ice mist would have to be stacked for several more rounds before the monks in the early stage of forming the pills could succumb.
Before that, if she ran out of mana first, the outcome would be reversed immediately.
Only by making the right move can she, as a foundation-building monk, be able to defeat the core-building monk.
Soon! Soon! There are still the last three rounds, my mana can hold on!
However, just when Lu Zhu gritted his teeth and persisted, the aura of the purple-clothed female cultivator in the ice mist suddenly increased significantly, and her cultivation level actually jumped from the early stage of pill formation to the middle stage of pill formation!
There is no doubt that this may be the normal cultivation level of the female cultivator in purple!
The next moment, the goose-yellow brocade handkerchief's aura surged and rolled crazily like a flying skirt, instantly enveloping all the surrounding ice and mist in it.
The purple-clothed female cultivator took the opportunity to rise into the air and broke through the green bamboo's killing array. Anger flashed in her crystal eyes. With a wave of her arms, two streams of purple energy flew out and condensed into two purple foxes midway. .
Looking at the purple-clothed female cultivator in the sky, Lu Zhu felt that she was particularly beautiful for some reason, her cheeks became rosy, and her reaction was even slower.
Charm? Amazing!
After the female cultivator in purple revealed her cultivation level in the middle stage of pill formation, Lu Zhu knew that she was destined to lose. The huge gap in mana was enough to wipe out all conspiracies.
After recovering from the strange state, the two purple foxes condensed with magic were approaching. Lu Zhu could only take out a gold-backed silver-patterned talisman and opened his mouth to admit defeat.
At this moment, a shocking loud noise suddenly came from behind everyone.
For a moment, both the green bamboo cultivators and the female cultivators in purple clothes on the stage, as well as the people watching the battle below the stage, couldn't help but look back to see what happened.
Ever since, they saw the stunning scene of mountain collapse at the same time.
A hilltop in Shuangqin Mountain collapsed!
...
An hour ago, it was on the second basement floor of Sima's Shuanglong Pavilion.
Luo Hong casually threw away the foundation-building monk whose soul had been shattered. Luo Hong did not search for the souls of the other two formation masters. They were just tools who obeyed orders. They only knew how to activate the formation and refine weapons, and there was nothing else. known.
After killing one person, the disgust in Luo Hong's heart was relieved a lot, but after pondering for a moment, he felt that he had to take care of this matter.
If the Sima family was still like before, occupying only one hilltop of Shuangqin Mountain, even if Luo Hong couldn't stand their evil ways, he would at most just kill the people in power of the Sima family and shock them.
But now that the Sima family has expanded its influence to the top of the mountain where the entrance to Wentian Cave is, he has to investigate this matter to see who is behind it.
After all, Luo Hong was not sure that he could successfully remove the Enlightenment Tea Tree. He had to make several trips, and he didn't want someone to pick the peaches along the way.
A single Immortal Cultivation Family with early Yuanying monks is not within the sphere of influence of the Demonic Dao. If they dare to act like this, they must have the backing of a powerful force.
Only after finding out clearly can he decide how to deal with it.
Thinking like this, Luo Hong violently opened the door of the stone room, completely ignoring the triggering restrictions, and stretched out his hand to take the young man with thin skin and tender flesh in.
Without the formation master's supervision, the weapon refining formation outside the stone room had stopped long ago. Although the young monk was still unconscious, he no longer looked in pain.
After taking off the soul-suppressing talisman on the young monk's forehead, Luo Hong first fired a blast of pure magic power at him, and then flicked out a pill for him to swallow.
With this two-pronged approach, just by counting his breaths, the young monk's complexion gradually turned rosy.
"wake up."
At this time, Luo Hong shouted softly with a voice filled with divine consciousness, and the young monk's eyelids immediately trembled.
Sima Xiao in the Shenwang Palace also received feedback from the power of restraint not long ago.
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