Natural fairy species

The bone dagger flashed, disappeared in a teleportation again, and appeared in Lu Rugao's hand.

"You are actually a body trainer!"

Lu Rugao's complexion changed drastically. This bone dagger came from an ancient palace.

Without a specific grade, it cannot be completely refined.

It is not like a magic weapon, but more like a raw bone of a strange animal. It has only been roughly polished and shaped to make this bone blade.

Does not have any additional supernatural powers, but can achieve almost teleportation and break through the void.

Moreover, the bone blade has the characteristic of ignoring defense. Many monks who died in the hands of Lu Rugao thought they were safe by relying on the magic weapon for protection.

But the bone blade was easily pierced like a hot knife into butter.

At the very least, Lu Rugao's own Nine Dragon Demon Body would definitely not be able to stop the bone blade.

So when he saw Master Ge Cang take the blow of the bone blade with his body, his eyes widened.

"Damn barbarian from the north... I have wasted my hundred years of accumulation on you!"

Lu Rugao thought of the private instructions of the Raising Bowl Arhat, and shouted angrily, and nine flood dragons appeared behind him, each with a demon pill in its mouth.

The Kowloon hovered, raising his aura to an unbelievable level.

These are all dragon beasts that died in his hands, and they used secret methods to extract their souls into their bodies.

And refine the inner alchemy of the third-order monster beast, and become a kind of existence that is almost a magic weapon.

This is Lu Rugao's real trump card. It took him a whole hundred years to find the beheaded Nine-headed Flood Dragon Essence Soul and Demon Pills burning together.

Lu Rugao at this moment is equivalent to having the collective assistance of nine third-level peak monsters.

In terms of quality, it certainly cannot be compared with Zhenjun Yuanying, but in terms of quantity, it is not much worse.

With a punch, the nine dragon beasts roared, and the entire ring space was shaking, and it might collapse at any time.

"Well done!"

Master Ge Cang's eyes lit up, he stepped out, and also flashed to the other side of the ring at a near-teleporting speed.

So close to Tianya launched, this overwhelming punch that suppressed the void landed directly on the void, breaking open cracks in the arena.

Ge Cang pinched his fingers and chanted a mantra, and there was a thunder, as if a gap had been opened in the sky, and the infinite divine thunder fell, as if to destroy everything.

In the entire arena, only lightning flashed and thunder resounded.

"Brother Ge's thunder method has a taste of heavenly disaster, it can be said that it has reached the realm of transformation... If you can survive the heavenly disaster of transforming into an infant and integrate into the power of heavenly thunder, I am afraid that there is a chance to achieve the spirit of divine thunder and destroy it. The realm of cultivating vitality."

Yan Yuanzai was eager to see it, and a strong fighting spirit emerged.

Bai Zichen saw that Ge Cang had the upper hand and had no fear of losing, so he turned his attention to several other arenas.

The arena where the blood god real person was was covered by infinite blood shadows, turning the entire arena into a pool of blood.

Only the Buddhist string flew out from the hand of the eminent monk in the corner, and merged with the Buddha's light on his body, firmly blocking the pool of blood.

Holding a magical sword burning with bright flames, he guards himself with the strict and upright swordsmanship. Every time the sword is swung, a blood shadow will be cut off.

But there are more than thousands of blood shadows in the field, launching attacks one after another.

The real Blood God, who was full of anger, used all the methods of Baisha Blood Sea as soon as he entered the field, as if he wanted to pour his anger on his opponent.

In the pool of blood, blood beasts were still crawling out one after another, with strange shapes and unclear faces.

Each blood beast only has the aura of a second-rank low-grade monster beast, but it can't stand the large number.

In an instant, there were already hundreds of them.

At the same time, these blood beasts are still constantly merging.

Three or five blood beasts collided together, and the blood flowed and exchanged, and a second-tier middle-grade blood beast was reassembled.

In just a short time, a blood beast of the second-order peak appeared in the blood pool, a blood tiger with two wings on its back, with a vague body shape.

'At this speed, there will be third-order blood beasts in the blood pool immediately, and there will be an endless stream... No wonder they say that the real blood god's skills are best at group battles, and they are not afraid of siege. He can't attack the main body at all, he has thousands of incarnations, and he has blood beasts to help him fight, how can an ordinary monk be his opponent. '

Bai Zichen made a comparison between the blood god real person and Mo Changzhi who died in his own hands. He can only say that they practiced the same kind of skills, but in the hands of the two, they are completely different.

The range of Buddha's light outside the body of the disciple holding the bowl Arhat has become smaller and smaller, almost being submerged by the pool of blood.

There is only a little bright Buddha light left, standing firm in the bloody and ferocious pool of blood.

The more attacked, the more intense the Buddha's light will be, blooming with infinite light.

Although he fell into a disadvantage, it seems that he will not lose in a short time.

The two rings between Fang Tiansheng and Peng Zefeng were much more ordinary. The two groups of monks seemed to be on equal footing, and it was difficult to tell the difference in a short period of time.

However, the former is most likely to release water, while the latter is limited by strength and can only do so.

Even with Bai Zichen's eyesight, he could see that the Supreme Elder of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect didn't bless the power of the natal spirit beast, but just sacrificed a big seal to fight against the eminent monk opposite.

The monk's exposed skin, including his face, turned red copper, and his bulging muscles held up the loose cassock.

He actually hard-wired the magic weapon with both hands, and there was a sound of metal collision.

As for the unremarkable Lingnong who fought against Peng Zefeng, once he made a move, it seemed like a different person. When the hoe hit, the entire ring space felt a sense of gravity imbalance.

Peng Zefeng felt that there was a Wanjun mountain pressing on his shoulders, and most of his true energy was used to fight against this gravity.

"The True Meaning of Earth Power Dao!"

Peng Zefeng was inexplicably horrified, he didn't expect that this most inconspicuous Lingnong had really touched the true meaning of Dao.

Even if it is to attract the force of the earth in a small area and change the rules in this area, it is the supernatural power of Yuanying Zhenjun.

This old Lingnong was able to do this, already half a foot into the Nascent Soul Realm, and he has a great chance of successfully transforming into a baby.

The flagon in his hand was turned upside down, and the gurgling spirit wine spilled out, turning into a rushing river, supporting himself.

At the same time, the two yin and yang orbs on the wine pot were spinning wildly, and the two yin and yang divine lights propped up a Tai Chi circle, barely offsetting the force of the ground.

However, the old Lingnong was not in a hurry to pursue him. He didn't know whether it was a waste of energy to swing this hoe, or he had other plans.

He bent down, and when he pressed his left hand to the ground, countless spiritual grasses grew out, forming a vine fence around Peng Zefeng.

"Good method!"

The eyes of True Monarch Nine Lotus flickered, and he spoke for the first time since the start of the ring battle.

"Nourish all things, control the power of the earth... the true meaning of the double avenue, if the true essence is not complicated, I am afraid that I can overcome the catastrophe at any time and become a Nascent Soul!"

His eyes were like torches, and he looked at the arhat with benevolent eyebrows and benevolent intentions, which was somewhat incredible.

"Where did the master find this kind of helper? He didn't purify the true essence in the sect, and prepared to cross the catastrophe, but came out to do this kind of battle?"

With Jiulian Zhenjun's experience at nearly a thousand years old, there are not many things that can shock him.

But right now it's a pile!

I don't know why this old Lingnong has touched the true meaning of the two great ways, the realm of perfect alchemy, and he hasn't even done the most basic purification of true energy.

If such a character is placed in the Holy Lotus Sect, he will only be placed in the forbidden area of ​​the sect by the Nine Lotus True Monarch. If he is not a Nascent Soul, he will never be allowed to go out.

Not to mention the level of strength, the life-saving ability of the monk who formed the alchemy and the Yuanying Zhenjun was too far behind.

If a Nascent Soul True Monarch wants to escape, unless he is caught in a large formation that seals off the void, it is almost impossible to be left behind.

"Gu Xiaoyou was born in Xiaozong, and the skills he practiced at the beginning were lacking, and there was no way forward when he reached the completion of alchemy... The poor monk took pity on his talent, and gave him a top-notch skill, and borrowed a thousand-year-old relic to help him. He purified the true essence."

The arhat raised his bowl and pulled out a top-quality spirit stone in front of him, and it turned into a streamer and flew out of the high platform.

"After Gu Xiaoyou survives the catastrophe with the fourth-level spiritual land of this sect, he will become the elder of the Faxiang sect."

True Monarch Nine Lotus felt bitter when he heard that Fa Xiangzong had such a source of blessing, and could receive such a pagan elder.

Why would he refuse to bring an art investment teacher with the Nascent Soul Seed that he likes?

The same superb spirit stone flew out in front of him, but it was the old Lingnong who surrounded Peng Zefeng with spirit grass vines, and then swung down with another hoe.

The water flowed backwards in front of Peng Zefeng's body, the aura of the body's body was twisted, and each piece of magic weapon fell directly towards the ground.

At the critical moment, a lotus seed appeared, wrapped Peng Zefeng in it, endured the hoe, and directly moved out of the ring.

Before the war, no one could have imagined that this group would be the first to decide the winner.

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"Why do you think that this Master Wan is not much better than me in the realm of swordsmanship..."

Master Ge Cang wins but never loses, Bai Zichen quickly turned his attention to the competition he was most concerned about.

The Hiding Sun Sword Sect is limited by the size of the sect, so it is not considered a top force in Liang Guoxiu's world, but the sect's sword cultivation strength is still recognized by everyone.

He naturally wanted to know the gap between himself and Liang Guo's number one swordsman.

"If I'm not mistaken, Master Wan only has the realm of sword energy and thunder sound, but he has gone farther than me in the second realm of swordsmanship... but in the third realm, a sword breaks ten thousand spells, and even the shadow is still there." No. '

Bai Zichen was disappointed, and wanted to improve his experience in kendo by watching Wan Teng's battle.

Of course, Wan Teng's strength surpassed him countless times, and every sword light carried a domineering power that would destroy the dead.

But the realm of swordsmanship, in the final analysis, still stops at the sword energy and thunder sound.

Moreover, the eminent monk facing him had slender eyebrows and a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the light of the sword was wiped out with a slight sway of a treasure wheel in his hand.

Looking at the careless movements, the whole space was shaken and everything was leveled.

Then there is the domineering sword light, with the aura of smashing the void, but under the suppression of Baolun, it returns to nothingness.

Bai Zichen could subtly feel that when the treasure wheel passed by, the space seemed to have been reorganized, and all the vitality of the world was scattered.

Jian Guang is no exception, no matter how many changes or complicated sword moves, he can't escape the simple collision of the treasure wheel.

After a stick of incense, Wan Teng was forced to the corner of the ring.

The sword light is still fierce, but it can only block from left to right, guarding the front and back of itself.

"Don't just rely on the sharpness of the flying sword. If you can't keep up with the level of swordsmanship, and the enemy's method is too simple, it is still easy to be restrained..."

Bai Zichen saw that Wan Teng was in trouble on the field, and the defeat was within an instant, and he sounded the alarm for himself.

At this stage, because the flying sword is always going against the odds, he already has a mentality of dependence, and the means of fighting the enemy will always be the flying sword to win, which is serious.