On the ground, a formation platform emerged, with a diameter of twelve zhang, which was an ancient formation of tactics.
Feng Feiyun and Ling Donglai each stood on one side of the formation, facing each other in the air.
Both of them are the most outstanding talents of the new generation, and they are often compared by others, and they are both objects of worship by young people all over the world.
Although Feng Feiyun won a three-grade peak spirit weapon in his hand, Ling Donglai was still not afraid, and said; "Lord God King, you have to be careful, Tianjiao duel, fists and feet have no eyes, if there is any mistake, don't have any complaints."
"Nature is so, nature is so."
Feng Feiyun laughed.
As soon as Ling Donglai stretched out his hands, seven sword spirit weapons flew out, five of which were first-grade spirit weapons, and two were second-grade spirit weapons, and the spirituality of the spirit weapons was stimulated at the same time, and the spirit rose to the sky.
Two black ancient swords, like two sharp dragons.
A purple iron ring, constantly expanding and expanding, changing in a myriad of ways.
A bronze war, simple and atmospheric.
A real picture scroll, outlining the soul and graffiti a hundred ghosts.
A bone soldier, white bones, awe-inspiring, condensed with ten thousand laws, and countless totem beast marks.
A seven-cornered iron tower, the size of a palm, stained with rust, and a blue light lit inside.
These seven spiritual artifacts surrounded Ling Donglai's body, bursting out with seven clusters of brilliant brilliance, and the spiritual rays were swallowed and spit out, like seven small suns of different colors.
Some half-step giant-level elder cultivators did not have spiritual weapons, but Ling Donglai alone had mastered seven spiritual weapons, which showed that this person's popularity and luck were unparalleled.
Feng Feiyun didn't use the Optimus Stick, although the Optimus Stick was a top-notch spirit weapon of the third grade, but after all, Feng Feiyun had not yet been refined, and it was not easy to use it, and the power of the ten layers could not exert five of them.
"Wow" A white light.
Feng Feiyun took out the white stone giant knife, which was seven meters long, and the blade was as wide as a door panel, like holding a round and a half moon.
"Huh" Feng Feiyun found that the white stone giant knife had broken a small hole, and there was a metallic brilliance flowing through the hole.
The stone of the white stone giant knife is extremely hard, comparable to a spiritual weapon, when did it crack such a hole There was no room for Feng Feiyun to carefully investigate the mystery of the Baishi Giant Knife, so Donglai had already taken the lead in attacking, and seven spiritual weapons were played at the same time, and the battle power of the spiritual weapons was completely stimulated, and there were different forms of "instrument spirits" around the spiritual weapons.
Feng Feiyun stepped on the reincarnation at a high speed, carried the white stone giant knife, pulled out a long sword qi, and faced it.
"Bang" Feng Feiyun's physique is strong, and the strength of the immortal phoenix body is fully revealed, shuttling between the spirit weapons, resisting the battle power of the spirit weapons.
The sword light and the light of the spirit weapon intertwined, and a violent battle sound erupted.
Ling Donglai smiled coldly, Feng Feiyun is too big, and he actually wants to fight the spirit weapon with a knife, since this is the case, I will send you on the road.
"Boom" Ling Donglai's control of the seven spiritual weapons had already reached the point of perfection.
The brilliance of the seven spiritual weapons was even more prosperous, like a series of seven stars, practiced into a string, and blasted towards the wind and clouds.
"The fourth sword of the Dragon Emperor Sword Technique, the Dragon Emperor Overlord."
Feng Feiyun sensed the murderous intent on Ling Donglai's body.
In the body, the roar of the alien beast kept ringing, as if there was a wilderness, and a surging force was stimulated from the blood and bones, and a sword split a spiritual weapon into a crack.
"Smack" The purple divine ring cracked out a thin opening, and a faint spiritual light overflowed from it.
"How did the white stone giant knife become so sharp, it was actually able to split all the spiritual weapons" Feng Feiyun's eyes glanced slightly at the top of the white stone giant knife, and found that there was a bigger crack in the blade, and the brilliance of the metal inside was stronger.
The destruction of a spiritual weapon did not affect Ling Donglai's offensive.
Feng Feiyun also quickly gathered his mind and shot again, this knife was even more ferocious, and a big white dragon rushed out of the blade, splitting the second spirit weapon into a crack.
"Pop" is the same crisp sound again.
The second spiritual artifact was damaged, and it was the seven-cornered iron tower, which cracked a thin crack.
The sacrificial spirit weapons are all made of top-notch materials, and the spirit weapons are naturally harder, even if they are stored for thousands of years, they will not be damaged.
It is difficult for giants to destroy spiritual weapons.
Feng Feiyun is only in the third realm of the Heavenly Mandate, but he has broken the spirit weapon twice in a row, could it be that his strength is really so strong Ling Donglai naturally didn't believe it, it was definitely the reason for the knife in his hand The monks in Guiyuan were also a little surprised, two spiritual weapons in a row were damaged, even if Ling Donglai's luck was great, he couldn't afford to hurt it, after all, this was a spiritual weapon, not a cabbage.
"What the hell is the soldier in Feng Feiyun's hand?"
"It's just a stone knife."
"On the blade of the stone knife, there are two faint flashes of metallic brilliance, and there seems to be something wrapped in the stone skin."
If it is a giant-level person, he sacrifices the Zhenshi Killer and smashes the spiritual weapon, which is not a strange thing, but Feng Feiyun, carrying a stone knife, can cut the spiritual weapon, which is not trivial.
How sharp it has to be This stone knife was obtained in the Immeasurable Tower, and it was originally in the hands of a stone man.
The female demon also came out of the immeasurable tower, and there was a rare trace of the influence of the stone knife in her mind, and her beautiful eyes stared at the giant knife in Feng Feiyun's hand, revealing a suspicious look, remembering something.
"Whoa, whoa" Feng Feiyun was full of strength and full of surging blood.
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"Dragon Emperor Crossing the Sun" A white rainbow rushed out from above the blade, dragging out a thick pillar of light and soaring into the sky.
"Whew" the dragon roared.
The sword light flew down and slashed at the third spiritual weapon.
This is a real ancient scroll, it is woven of turtle gold silk, which is a hundred times tougher than the iron sheet, and there are images of a hundred ghosts on it, which are broken by a knife, "poof", the ancient scroll is torn apart, and the images of the hundred ghosts on it have turned into green smoke and disappeared with the wind.
The third spiritual weapon was completely abolished, and even the instrument spirit in the ancient scroll was also destroyed.
Ling Donglai was also distressed, after all, it was a spiritual weapon, placed in other immortal gates, a piece could be used as a treasure of the town religion and passed down through the ages, but under the knife of Feng Feiyun, the spiritual weapon was like a cabbage, one by one.
"Huh" Ling Donglai took back the four spiritual weapons and the two damaged spiritual weapons and surrounded them.
Feng Feiyun immediately slashed his sword, and a majestic battle intent rose on his body, and he laughed loudly: "You can also take me and try it" Feng Feiyun's body ejected, holding the knife in both hands, and there were a series of strange beast battle spirits swimming on his arms, and the soul shadow rushed towards the blade, a white sword rainbow, slashing towards the top of Ling Donglai's head, Ling Donglai hurriedly shot out six spiritual weapons, and went to resist.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang" There were four spiritual weapons, which were directly cut in half by Feng Feiyun, and fell to the ground like scrap iron.
Only the two second-grade spirit weapon-level black battle swords were not damaged, but their light was dim, and they were slashed by the sword.
In an instant, five of Ling Donglai's seven spiritual weapons were lost, which was equivalent to the loss of a large amount of wealth.
Feng Feiyun didn't give him a chance to breathe, and shot again, and the knife was even worse.
At the moment when Feng Feiyun lifted the knife, he seemed to hear the sound of the impact of gold and stones in the blade, and it was like the sound of the waves of the water, which was not the sound of the blade breaking the wind at all.
Feng Feiyun's second knife fell, and the power was even more ferocious.
Although Ling Donglai was surprised by the sharpness of the white stone giant knife, he was not alarmed, he put the two black ancient swords into his sleeve, stretched out a palm, and a thick black cloud condensed from the palm of his palm, enveloping all the surrounding space.
The world around you is pitch black.
In the black clouds, there is a huge rock, like a mountain peak, floating in the clouds.
"Boom" Feng Feiyun's knife did not slash at Ling Donglai's body, but slashed at the mountain-like boulder, the fire was brilliant, and the mountain peak shook violently.
The white stone giant knife let out a "buzzing" roar, and a crack appeared on the blade.
Feng Feiyun's arm was also slightly numb, and the knife momentum of the knife just now was blocked, as if it was slashing on top of an iron mountain.
Hurriedly retreated.
Ling Donglai had black clouds on his head, held the stone mountain in his hand, and said: "Feng Feiyun, this mountain peak was moved by me from the place where a real person sat down, and the real person died in the mountain, and the Tao of the whole body invaded between the soil and the rocks.
It took me a lot of effort to refine this mountain and turn it into a war treasure.
This mountain peak has condensed all the Dao of a real person, even if the knife in your hand can smash the spiritual weapon, it will definitely not damage the mountain peak by half a point. ” The real people are all wonderful places that the monks are vying for.
But real people are very rare, it can only be born in hundreds of years, and it is very difficult to find real people, just like looking for gems in the mud and sand.
Ling Donglai is a person with atmospheric luck.
Luck is strong, and it is also a kind of ability, so Ling Donglai is invincible, and he can always meet the ancient cave heaven blessed land and get what others dream of.
With the transformation of real people into authentic places, sacrificed into soldiers, the power is extraordinarily powerful, just like holding the bones of a real person, attacking Feng Feiyun.
No wonder Ling Donglai has no fear, it turns out that he has such a heavy treasure in his hands.
"Boom" The ancient array under his feet was smashed out one after another by the stone mountain in Ling Donglai's hand, like broken glass, and the real humanity on it was swirling, and there were black air currents rushing out from the stone mountain and sinking again.
This is the real person Yu Wei, a wisp of black gas, able to penetrate the mountains and mountains.
Feng Feiyun kept retreating, and from time to time he slashed out, colliding with the stone mountain, bringing out pieces of stone slag.
The blades of the white stone giant knife in Feng Feiyun's hand were about to be grinded, and on the blade of the blade as wide as the door panel, there were as many as seven cracks, and there were wisps of golden brilliance flowing in the cracks, with strange lines, like some kind of ancient brand, rising and falling in the light
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