Tempered Immortal

Chapter 289 Stealing Immortal Grass Mother-in-Chief Sword (seeking monthly ticket)
Although the Luo brothers were extremely shocked, they also had a wealth of experience in fighting the enemy. Facing the roaring attack, brother Luo Tong's face flashed a gloomy sternness. The whole body unexpectedly shone brightly, inflating like a balloon.

Keep your brother behind.

And around his body, there is a white shield with a flickering halo, which is quite extraordinary, obviously different from the spiritual shield, and it is not known what kind of high-level defensive supernatural power it is.

In the blink of an eye, the ice needle has come to the front.

The sound of continuous impact, dense as raindrops, burst open in the air, and the white mask flickered for a while. Although it cannot be said to be as stable as Mount Tai, it is obviously impossible for the Ice Needle Art to break it.

Lin Xuan couldn't help frowning. Although he never thought that a mere spell could accomplish meritorious deeds, the way the opponent lifted the weight lightly still made him a little more vigilant.

There are no worthless people under a great reputation, and Luo Shi's Shuangsha's reputation did not come out of thin air.

Luo Tong's expression was still extremely solemn, facing the Fire Bird who was following closely, he opened his mouth wide and exhaled a breath of energy.

After the essence left the mask, it turned into a cold current and met the fire bird on a narrow road.

There was a crackling sound, cold and hot collided.

Although after a duel, the Firebird Technique won in the end, but after being consumed by the cold current, its power has also weakened a lot, and the mask easily blocked it.

Lin Xuan's expression became even colder.

But immediately after, those dozens of stone pillars roared over.

Rumble!
This time, the sound was like a giant spirit beating a war drum. The five elements of spells are different and each has its own magical effect. applies to frontal attacks.

After a huge muffled sound, the mask was like a candle in a strong wind, and finally shattered after a burst of wild flashes.

But there was no panic on Luo Tong's face, as if this situation had already been expected by him.

Cheeks puffed up, and he took a sudden breath, and his body, which was already inflated like a balloon, became even bigger.

Puff puff puff, this time the sound was quite dull, the two sharp stone pillars not only failed to penetrate each other's body, but bounced back instead.

It staggered to and fro, but fell directly to the ground, sending dust flying.

"This……"

Lin Xuan was also well-informed, but the scene in front of him stunned him. Although there was a sea of ​​cultivation, he had never seen such a strange spell.

You must know that a cultivator is not an immortal after all. Although the body has been washed and refined by the Book of Changes, in the final analysis, it is still a mortal body.

To be able to bear high-level spells by force, the opponent's supernatural powers are really sturdy enough.

But Lin Xuan was just surprised, what he just did was just a tentative attack,

A stern look flashed across his face, and just as he was about to sacrifice the spirit weapon, Luo Biao, who had been hiding behind his brother, did it first.

I saw him stretch out his withered claw-like left hand, grab it in his bosom, and when he took it out again, he was actually holding a large colorful talisman.

"This is……"

Lin Xuan was stunned for a while, when he was fighting with others, he always threw out talisman papers as if he didn't want money, but he didn't expect to meet a very rich monk today.

boom!
The flames flickered.

Dozens of talismans were sacrificed almost at the same time. Fortunately, all the spells were sealed inside, so Lin Xuan didn't care much.

I clapped my hand on the storage bag, and a white light flew out from it.

But it was a shield the size of a palm.

Lin Xuan pressed his right hand empty, spiritual power was injected, and the shield suddenly swelled up, with a diameter of more than ten feet, blocking Lin Xuan's entire body behind.

next moment.

Dozens of spells bombarded it, but the shield only trembled slightly. This is the defensive power of a top-grade spiritual weapon.

Lin Xuan knew this well, so he didn't stop after he sacrificed the shield. Wherever the divine mind moved, the Wu hook flew out again, circling and whimpering above his head.

And Luo Biao snorted, and exchanged a glance with his brother, this opponent not only has extraordinary skills, but also has a lot of treasures in his body, it seems that he has met a strong opponent today.

But there was no trace of worry on their faces either. It had been more than a hundred years since they stepped into the world of cultivating immortals, and they had experienced many battles during that time. How could this mere young man capsize them in the gutter?

Luo Biao raised his hand, his whole body exuded a layer of gray brilliance, and then made a move in the void, and the seven flying swords appeared out of thin air.

Except for the three-foot green blade in his hand, the other six blades revolved slowly around him.

"Mother-child sword?"

Lin Xuan's pupils contracted slightly, this kind of complete set of spiritual weapons rarely appeared in the cultivation world.

The so-called complete set naturally has a master-slave distinction. No matter how many spiritual weapons the complete set consists of, as long as the caster controls the master spiritual weapon with his spiritual thoughts, the other sub-spiritual weapons can be controlled as he pleases, which is really convenient.

And don't underestimate it just because it is a child spirit weapon, this single piece is not much worse than ordinary spirit weapons of the same level.

In other words, the opponent's mother-child sword has seven handles in total, which is almost equivalent to using seven spiritual weapons at the same time, and its power is absolutely astonishing.

Of course, correspondingly, this complete set of spiritual weapons is extremely difficult to refine, and the higher the grade, the greater the possibility of failure.

Generally speaking, they are all middle-grade ones, and most of them are low-grade ones. The appearance of a top-grade one will also make the monks flock to it, but the three-foot green sword in Luo Biao's hand is shining with cold light and has a compelling immortal aura. It is unexpectedly rare to see it. The best baby.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but look at it with admiration. It's normal if the descendants of the Extreme Demon Venerable or other Nascent Soul stage old monsters have such treasures.

But as far as Lin Xuan knew, although the Luo family's twin demons were very famous, they should be a pair of casual cultivators.Where did they get such a baby?

(End of this chapter)