On the phantom shield shaped like a mountain peak in the hand of Master Hai Tianluo Aoyi, the beast-shaped mouth that looked extremely ferocious was now opening its bloody mouth like some kind of terrifying alien beast, trying to Devour some of Deng Jie, the fifth-level sage of mystical saints, and his enemy.
Hai Congluo, a junior practitioner of the Mysticism, attacked the left and right ribs of his enemy Deng Jie, the fifth-level Mystic Saint, but Deng Jie, the fifth-level Mystic Saint, was The saint's enemies did not feel the powerful aura from the long phantom sword of Hai Congluo, a junior practitioner of the Mysticism.
On the contrary, they felt more powerful against Hai Tianluo, a junior practitioner of the arcana, and Deng Jie, a fifth-level saint of the arcana, who were holding phantom shields and hitting him head-on.
It seems that the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, a junior practitioner of the mysticism, has carried all the mighty power of the legal world in the body of Hai Tianluo, a junior practitioner of the mysticism.
Deng Jie, the fifth-level sage of the mysticism, does not dare to underestimate Hai Tianluo.
The phantom shield in the hands of this junior Mystic Master.
From the perspective of Deng Jie, a fifth-stage esoteric saint, the shadow shield in the hands of Hai Tianluo, a junior esoteric practitioner, must pose a much greater threat to him than the shadow shield in the hands of Hai Congluo, a junior esoteric practitioner.
The phantom sword is a threat to himself.
Therefore, after Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, thickened the alcohol shields on his left and right ribs, he focused entirely on the top of his head.
Because the top of the head of Deng Jie, the fifth-level holy man of profound truth, was currently facing a phantom shield shaped like a mountain, pressing down on the head of Deng Jie, the supreme holy man of profound truth, like a mountain bearing down on the top.
"This phantom shield!?"
Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, couldn't help but be extremely vigilant at this time!
When the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, the junior practitioner of the arcana, was getting closer and closer to his head, Deng Jie, the sage of the arcana with fifth-level cultivation, felt vigilant in his heart.
The feeling couldn't help but become stronger and stronger.
One side is the Supreme Saint of the fifth level of cultivation, and the other is the Reverend of the Secrets.
In front of this Supreme Saint of the fifth stage of cultivation, he is completely a junior.
But at this moment, Hai Tianluo, a junior practitioner of the Mysterious Truth, gave Deng Jie, a fifth-level practitioner of the Mysterious Holy Spirit, a feeling of extreme danger.
This naturally made Deng Jie, a fifth-level practitioner of the Mysterious Holy Spirit, feel vigilant. .
Moreover, the vigilance of Deng Jie, the Supreme Saint of the Mysteries with fifth-level cultivation, is still increasing.
In less than a breath, the vigilance of Deng Jie, the Supreme Saint of the Mysteries with the fifth-level cultivation, has changed.
Became extremely vigilant.
However, at this time, Deng Jie, a fifth-level spiritual master, was extremely vigilant, but he could not do anything extra.
He could not even counterattack Hai Tianluo, a junior spiritual practitioner.
Neither can be done.
After all, at this time, Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, already had a physical body that felt like it was about to fall apart.
He could only stand on the spot and try his best to repair the injuries on his body, hoping to fight back against Hai Tianluo, a junior esoteric practitioner.
Deng Jie, a five-level cultivation saint, could not attack the phantom shield.
He can only wait until all the physical injuries are repaired and the feeling of being about to fall apart in the physical body has calmed down.
Only then can Deng Jie, the fifth-level esoteric saint of cultivation, be able to wait for an opportunity to counterattack Hai Tianluo, the esoteric being who is oppressing him.
Respect the juniors.
But when the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, a junior practitioner of the mysticism, was about to fall on the head of Deng Jie, the sage of the 5th level of mysticism, the feeling in the heart of Deng Jie, the sage of the 5th level of mysticism.
The bad feeling was getting stronger and stronger, and the cautious vigilance of Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, turned into a real extreme vigilance.
"What is the reason that makes me so wary of the shadow shield of Hai Tianluo, a junior practitioner of the mysticism!?"
At this time, Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, strongly doubted whether it was him or not.
An illusion occurred.
However, in the next breath, when the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, a junior practitioner of the mysticism, attacked him, Deng Jie, a fifth-level sage of the mysticism, finally understood the evil in his heart.
Where does the feeling come from?
"Gobble it up!"
Just when Deng Jie, the fifth-level sage of the secrets, gathered most of the alcoholic shields turned into Luo Tian Shen Liquor above his head, he saw Hai Tianluo, the junior master of the secrets, who was as big as a mountain.
The phantom shield suddenly shrank at this time.
Shrunk down to the size of a millstone, which is only about the height of a person!
However, after the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, a junior practitioner of the mysticism, shrank, the big beast-shaped mouth in the center of the phantom shield did not shrink at all.
Against the backdrop of the shrinkage of the phantom shield, the mouth in the center of the phantom shield The beast-shaped mouth seems to be even bigger.
The entire animal-shaped mouth from the lips to the mouth full of fangs was all scarlet in color, and there was also a fishy smell.
"Boom!"
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When this phantom shield hit the alcohol shield on the body of Deng Jie, the fifth-level sage of ultimate spirituality, the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, the junior esoteric practitioner, and Deng Jie, the fifth-level spiritual master, The alcohol shields of the Holy Saint of Mysteries collided, making a dull sound.
But after the dull sound, the alcohol shield on the body of Deng Jie, the fifth-level sage of mysteries, was unscathed, just like the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, the junior sage of mysteries, was fighting with Deng Jie.
The alcohol-smell shield on the body of this fifth-stage esoteric saint seemed to be itching.
However, before Deng Jie, a fifth-level sage of esoteric cultivation, could relax his vigilance, he saw the big beast-shaped mouth on the phantom shield of a junior esoteric practitioner like Hai Tianluo move.
I saw that the big beast-shaped mouth on the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, the junior practitioner of mysteries, was originally open, but at this time, it seemed to open it violently, as if it was about to open the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, the junior practitioner of mysteries.
The big animal-shaped mouth on the shadow shield is wide open.
Larger in general.
The big beast-shaped mouth on the phantom shield of Hai Tianluo, a junior practitioner of the mysticism, opened even wider, and began to emit a powerful suction force, and began to continuously suck in Deng Jie, the supreme saint of the mysticism who was in the fifth stage of cultivation.
The Luo Tian Shen Liquor on the alcohol shield on the body surface came.
Deng Jie, a fifth-stage esoteric saint, immediately changed his expression.
Seeing that his alcohol shield was getting thinner and his resistance became weaker, Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, finally understood where his previous worries came from.
"Hey, Saint Deng, prepare to die..."
At the same time when Deng Jie, a fifth-level spiritual saint, was feeling extremely shaken, another violent force came from the right waist and ribs of Deng Jie, a fifth-level spiritual saint. , which caused Deng Jie, the sage of the fifth level of cultivation, to feel that his body was about to fall apart.
He had just been comforted a lot, but it changed in vain again and became about to fall apart.
Moreover, at this time, the physical body of Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, was about to fall apart.
The feeling was stronger than before, several times stronger.
It seemed that with just a little external force at this time, no matter it was the touch of a finger, A bump, or even a little impact from the wind, could shatter the originally solid body of Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint.
"Insidious junior!"
Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, knew that this was his alcohol shield.
He could not withstand the phantom sword attack of Hai Congluo, a junior esoteric practitioner, so he felt like he was about to fall apart again. of.
However, the alcohol shield on his body cannot protect his body, but it is not because the shadow sword attack of Hai Congluo, a junior practitioner of the mysticism, is too powerful, but because of the shadow sword attack in the hands of the junior practitioner of the mysticism, Hai Tianluo, above his head.
The beast-shaped mouth on the shadow shield was caused by constantly devouring the Luotian Divine Wine on the own alcohol shield.
Regarding this point, Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, is very clear about this.
However, Deng Jie, the fifth-level esoteric saint, is The phrase 'insidious junior' was naturally not a resentful remark because he couldn't bear the flanking attack from Hai Congluo and Hai Tianluo, the two junior practitioners of mysteries.
In fact, Deng Jie, the sage of the fifth level of cultivation, said the words "insidious junior" to Hai Congluo, the junior practitioner of the secrets.
Although Deng Jie, the fifth-level sage of profound wisdom, was attacked by Hai Congluo, a junior spiritual practitioner, his body was almost falling apart, but he still couldn't stand the smug look of Hai Congluo, a junior spiritual practitioner.
He seemed to have a winning chance, so Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, said "insidious junior" very angrily.
"Da Luotian..."
Deng Jie, a fifth-level spiritual saint, raised his palms upwards, and the Luotian divine wine in his palms suddenly spurted out, continuously spraying towards the alcohol shield on the head of Deng Jie, a fifth-level spiritual saint.
In the past, I wanted to repair the alcohol shield on the head of Deng Jie, a fifth-level sage of mysteries, to make it more solid.
However, no matter how much Luotian wine is sprayed from the palm of Deng Jie, a fifth-level sage of the secrets, it can't compare to the big beast-shaped mouth on the phantom shield in the hands of Hai Tianluo, a junior master of the secrets.
With the speed of these Luo Tian Shen Liquor, no matter how hard he repaired the alcohol shield on his body, Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, could not repair it.
"The golden cicada escapes from its shell!"
Deng Jie, the fifth-level sage of mysteries, groaned and instantly changed his strategy.
Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, knew that the beast-shaped mouth on the phantom shield in the hands of Hai Tianluo, a junior esoteric practitioner, sucked his own Luotian wine at an extremely fast speed, and he could repair his body with wine.
The speed of the air shield is far inferior to that of Hai Tianluo, the junior practitioner of the mysticism, who has a large beast-shaped mouth on the phantom shield in his hand.
Therefore, at this time, Deng Jie, a fifth-level esoteric saint, had given up on repairing the alcohol shield on his body.