Feng Angelica's face was flushed, he was the tallest cultivator among the three, the oldest, and he often boasted that he was the elite of the Heaven Patrol Academy, but he could move but everything was controlled by others, and he was the most aggrieved monk He didn't give up summoning the black dagger, because he felt that the bond between himself and the natal weapon was slowly decreasing.
That stone wall not only imprisoned his magic weapon, but also eroded the wisp of divine consciousness he left on the magic weapon.
Time was running out, Feng Angelica bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of red blood, which did not dissipate, but formed a red blood mist in front of him.
Jiao Guanghui and the others naturally didn't give Feng Angelica time, they shot at the two like ghosts, and they didn't know who released more than a dozen orange-red fireballs to shoot at the two.
A scorching wave of qi scorched Jiang Xueqin's fair face, and she saw the picture of Feng Angelica not hesitating to consume his essence blood to activate the spell, although she didn't know what he was going to cast, but the power would definitely not be small.
She wants to buy time for Feng Angelica.
The white rainbow sword spun rapidly in front of the woman, and every time it turned, it would turn into a thin drop of raindrops.
In an instant, the blue raindrops covered Jiang Xueqin's surroundings, and the woman screamed, and these blue points of light flew towards the flames.
A jaw-dropping scene occurred, the blue raindrops appeared quite calm after meeting the orange flames, and there was not even a slight explosion, and the orange-red fireballs were easily cut and shattered into tens of millions of sparks.
This did not stop the blue raindrops from continuing to move forward, shooting towards the monks who were rushing up.
There is no doubt that these foundation-building monks are no ordinary rabble, they have undergone rigorous training, they work together seamlessly, and they have a lot of experience in fighting people.
Seeing the overwhelming blue sword rain on the opposite side, Jiao Guanghui made a gesture of gathering, and suddenly, all eight monks curled up behind him.
Jiao Guanghui summoned a bronze mirror with a solemn face, the mirror surface was smooth and smooth, the back was simple and heavy, and it was engraved with strange ornaments, which was not ordinary at first glance.
The ancient mirror glowed with bronze light, with the center as the axis, rotating rapidly, and a light green pillar of light shot out from the mirror.
This pillar of light became thicker and thicker, and finally illuminated the entire space in the cave, and after the cyan sword rain touched the pillar of light, it gradually lost its luster, and the castration slowed down.
Jiang Xueqin saw that the situation was not good, and the two-finger technique suddenly came out, and the cyan sword rain re-condensed into the flying sword that was as clear as water, but the brilliance on the sword faded a lot.
She didn't withdraw the flying sword, but placed it three feet in front of her, staring at the turquoise pillar of light as if she were facing a great enemy.
She knew that the treasure that could resist the blow of her own rain must be a magic weapon.
The cyan light emitted by the bronze mirror shot towards the two of them like condensation, and the speed was as slow as flowing water, without the slightest characteristic of light, but like a lump of slimy liquid.
At this time, Feng Angelica completed a strange magic seal, he held the red blood mist in front of him in his hand, and then slapped it fiercely on the stone wall opposite, and the uneven wall suddenly flew in debris.
Suddenly, the cave began to shake violently, and debris and stones kept falling from the top of his head, and Jiang Xueqin sacrificed his golden shield above his head to block the falling gravel.
Feng Angelica emitted a yellow light around his body, this light was like a light mask covering his whole person, and the rubble hit the light mask and bounced off on its own, which was the unique body protection divine light of the Jindan monk.
The wall that blocked the two men's retreat collapsed with a bang, as if it had never existed, and there was not the slightest debris on the ground, as if everything had come from nothing, and from something to nothing.
A jet-black dagger hovered in mid-air, and Feng Angelica gained control of his natal magic weapon.
He released his divine sense to perceive the world on the other side of the collapsed wall, trying to find Chen Yunsheng's breath, but that person disappeared as if out of thin air, and there was no trace to be found.
He could only stop thinking, and Feng Angelica looked at his enemy with a cautious face.
The cyan halo was not affected by the vibration in the slightest, and it still shot towards the two of them in the slightest.
Jiao Guanghui, who was hidden behind the bronze mirror, turned pale, as if all the blood on his face had been drained, leaving only an empty shell.
In the face of Jiang Xueqin's domineering sword momentum, he had no choice, this bronze mirror was obviously not something that a monk of his level could drive.
This unsuccessful battle made him also have no way to retreat, and another mouthful of red blood sprayed on the back of the bronze mirror, and the speed of the blue light suddenly doubled.
The black dagger shot at the blue light.
Feng Angelica is not a person who is easily excited, but he has been suppressed for too long, and in the face of a few foundation building monks, he has suffered a lot of losses, if it is spread out, how can he save face.
Although that blue light was weird, it couldn't destroy Jiang Xueqin's sword rain, which showed that the power was average.
His natal magic weapon is called Moyu, which is made of the essence of 10,000 years of dark iron, and the surface is crystal clear, like jade.
The black dagger shot into the blue light, and the speed was very fast at first, but slowly, as if it had been greatly resisted, the speed decreased little by little.
Purple sparks flickered around the black dagger, as if the cyan glow was a fluid of metal.
The several magic circles on the dagger blade's body flickered, apparently receiving a great deal of squeezing friction.
Feng Angelica spewed out a ball of essence blood again, and as a spell was played, the dagger was suddenly injected with infinite vitality, and the speed increased again.
It was a battle he couldn't afford to lose, Feng Angelica had never hated some people so much, and there was no doubt that the nine monks on the other side were the ones he wanted to kill as quickly as possible.
Not only because they calculated themselves with conspiracy, but also for the innocent corpses of more than a hundred mortals.
Jiao Guanghui couldn't support it anymore, he fell to his knees on the ground, and the quaint bronze mirror was suddenly eclipsed, falling to the ground like scrap iron, making a crisp sound.
The black dagger struck the opposite side with a vengeful glow.
These people are not flustered, they are so accustomed to life and death that they can remain indifferent in the face of death.
In this narrow cavern, a few people were unable to cast the magic circle that they were good at.
Obviously, they underestimated the strength of their opponents, so much so that they exposed themselves and provoked the fire.
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I'm afraid it's too late to run.
Jiao Guanghui, who had fallen to the ground, fought for the last bit of essence blood on his body, and actually stood up and faced the flying dagger, his hands tightly gripping the black light, in a vain attempt to buy a little time for the retreat of his companions behind him.
The eight people behind them released the most powerful magic weapon on their bodies with great tacit understanding, and smashed it towards the rock above their heads, using this stupid method to smash out a passage leading to the upper pit.
Jiao Guanghui's head was like a round watermelon, cut off by a black dagger, and rolled far away.
The golden wind from the dagger tore through his body, leaving a finger-thick furrow.
Feng Angelica yelled and chased after him, if the eight monks escaped, he would not be able to let go for the rest of his life.
Jiang Xueqin followed closely behind, and when she passed Jiao Guanghui, she picked up the bronze mirror that fell to the ground, it would be a pity if this magic weapon was lost in the mine.
The two groups of people chased quickly in the mine, although Feng Angelica's escape was much faster than the eight monks, but the pit was tortuous and complicated, and it was impossible to exert all his strength, and the distance between them had been maintained at a distance of twenty zhang.
For the eight monks, if they wanted to save their lives, it was easy for them to disperse into the forks along the road, and even if Feng Angelica had divine powers, they would not be able to slaughter them all.
But they didn't do it, there was only one reason, they wanted to fight Feng Angelica to the death, and the location was a spacious place outside the cave.
The sun is already a little westerly, but there is still plenty of sunshine.
The cold wind blew the clothes of ten people in mid-air like butterflies.
The eight monks had already guarded their respective formations, staring at Feng Angelica and Jiang Xueqin in the formation, as if the two of them were already fat sheep in the mouth of a hungry wolf.
Feng Angelica sneered, and the mountain wind sent this laughter into everyone's ears.
"Very well, you are here to die, then I will fulfill you.
But grandpa's undead and nameless people, report your name.
Feng Angelica said coldly, and there was even some arrogance in his tone, which was very different from his usual cautious temperament.
"Well, the dying should have the right to know who was slaughtered.
We are known as the ten scattered people of Xianzhou and belong to the Xianzhou Sitiange C team.
A black-faced monk replied, his tone full of confidence, and he had no fear in the face of the powerful Jindan monk.
"Ten scattered people, plus that Jiao Guanghui is only nine people, where is the remaining one, is it still underground" Jiang Xueqin muttered.
"You've guessed right, our boss is still down there, and the monk you came with is probably no longer alive at this moment.
To reveal a little more to you, we also killed those stupid pigs in Yunxia Peak.
It's a pity that they are really as stupid as pigs, and they only know that they kneel in front of us tremblingly and beg for mercy.
Hehe, it's a great feeling to cut off their limbs in the midst of screams.
The rampant laughter echoed between the green hills on both sides of the pass, blown far away by the cold wind, and the eight people let out such laughter at the same time, and the momentum was really terrifying.
Feng Angelica made a move, no matter whether Chen Yunsheng was unharmed or not, he had to get rid of the gang of debris in front of him first, and the black dagger shot at the black-faced monk with his firm faith.
The black dagger with Feng Angelica's hatred tore through the air and shot at the black-faced monk.
Although that man's tone was not small, in the face of the full force of the Jindan monk's natal magic weapon, he would naturally not be stupid enough to want to resist.
The black-faced monk leaned down slightly, giving up a foot of space.
There were already two monks in the back, each in place, they raised their hands, two leaf-like magic weapons flew in the wind, becoming as big as a millstone, the two magic weapons individually looked like leaves, but when combined, it was a round gossip fish Please share aa2705221: