Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 128 Chasing and Killing

Between the mountains and forests, chasing and killing are already in full swing.

It's just that it's too early to tell who is the hunter and who is the prey.

Luo Yan, the undead Taoist, was conceited in his cultivation and fighting skills, and took the initiative to abandon the others to pursue him first.The Iron Bone Fu, the magic weapon flying beside him, is only a middle-rank third-rank, but it has been used by him for many years to control Ruyi, and there are matching exercises and formulas. Its spirituality and power are not inferior to the top-rank third-rank. both.

At the same time, he holds a talisman in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. He is fierce in attack and good in defense. He deserves to be the last person to survive in the front line sect war.

It's just that between remote sensing, screams suddenly came one after another in the air, and what spread out was clearly waves of mighty, vigorous sword energy that attacked first.

The potential urges the mountains and rivers to pull out the five mountains!
Under the swipe of the flying sword, the mountains and rocks undulated like waves, and even followed the movement of the sword, attacking Luo Yan like a forest of spears.

During this process, Luo Yan could soar, but he didn't.

Because of his rich experience in fighting techniques, Luo Yan clearly knew that the obvious leeway of the opponent in the battle is often a trap.

"Turn a stone into gold, go!"

Holding the sword in his right hand, he swiped quickly with his left hand, and a magic talisman shot out, throwing it into the forest of rocks and guns surging ahead.

boom boom boom boom...

As a large amount of active earth-element vitality transformed into gold-element origin energy, the blood-red flying sword followed the tumbling earth waves, gradually showing a metal-like quality, and then gradually dissipated and solidified.

Although Yue Feng's flying sword is still strong and fierce, its momentum has cut off four layers.

Seeing Luo Yan's response, Yue Feng, who was walking with the sword, narrowed his eyes slightly, and instantly judged that this opponent was not easy to deal with.

But at this time, he had rushed into the range covered by the iron bone brush with the momentum of the sword, and the gray and white silk threads in all directions seemed endless, interfering with the movement of his own sword momentum.

And Luo Yan is still holding the talisman in one hand, and triggers the flying sword to attack head-on with the other.

Although it is not a sharp sword art, it is also the most difficult to break through the righteous sword art.

"Ahhhh!"

Yue Feng roared violently, and under more and more gray and white silk threads around him, he rushed to attack with swords and swords, and the blood-red flying sword collided with Luo Yan's gray-white iron sword.

Luo Yan is no match for the other party in pure swordsmanship, but there are more and more iron bones and silk threads gathered around, as if they want to wrap the two into a silkworm house:
What Yue Feng fought was a breath of determination, and he killed the opponent before Luo Yan's spell was completed.

What Luo Yan gambled was on his overall strength, that he could survive until the spell was completed.

"Die!"

"Thousands of entanglements, seal!"

Grey-white silk threads rushed in from all directions like a wave. At the last moment of his life, Yue Feng tried in vain to fly upwards out of the range covered by the spell, and cast a powerful fire-attribute talisman.

boom.

However, the last explosion sounded a little dull, and after a while, the gray-white silkworm house that was burning with flames collapsed.

Yue Feng's mummified corpse fell from mid-air, like a corpse that died in the barren desert thousands of miles away, the flesh and blood had already dried.

"Huhu... Yuan Thirteen Pirates are really powerful. I thought that with my ability, I could kill at least one or two of them, but I didn't expect that just this one almost killed me."

At this moment, the old Daoist Luo Yan was leaning against a tree, and he was pressing his chest with his left hand. In the front line of the battle just now, Yue Feng's flying sword had already broken through Luo Yan's defensive talisman, ripping him open.

However, at this moment, the originally gray and white iron bones turned into blood, floating beside Luo Yan, piercing one by one silk threads into the vital points of Luo Yan's body, injecting life.

As the iron bone brush gradually turned from blood to gray again, most of the injuries on Lao Dao Luo Yan's body had already healed.

Even the displaced organs after being disembowelled were pulled back by the strong vitality of the subject.

This is why Luo Yan was able to survive the Zongmen War and was known as the "Immortal Taoist". The hundred arts of cultivating immortals passed down by his family are: spiritual medicine.

The career paths of spiritual doctors and alchemists overlap somewhat, but there are also differences. It is a very rare system of study, because immortal practitioners are full of vitality in their bodies, and they are often immune to all diseases and even invulnerable to all poisons.Of course, as long as you get a disease, it is often a difficult and miscellaneous disease, but it will not kill you quickly.

Therefore, apart from those top sects in the entire Tongxuan cultivation world, there are not many sects that deliberately train spiritual doctors.

He stretched out his hand to hold the iron bone brush, and with a wave, he pulled Yue Feng's head, the Qiankun bag and the magic weapon on his body.

"In this way, I have explained something to Zhang Dutong. I don't need to worry about opening up the spirits of the Zifu, and I don't need to continue to work hard."

Whispering like this, putting away the items, Luo Yan once again activated a hidden magic talisman to cover his whole body, and then leaned against the big tree, meditated and adjusted his breath.

At the same time that the battle on Luo Yan's side ended, several other people also encountered their opponents in this forest.

Five foundation-building monks and 24 Xuanjia iron-clothed guards, because there are 24 Xuanjia iron-clothed guards to help, so except for Zhang Lie:
Among Luo Yan, Sun Jingxin, Fu Jingyang, and Lu Zhongxing, Sun Jingxin is actually the strongest in fighting at this moment.

However, although her group has the strongest overall strength, they have also captured the whereabouts of Yuan Thirteen Pirates scattered and fled.But Sun Jingxin, who was chasing after him, lost her mind and was plotted against.

At this moment, it should be the time when the night will pass and the day will break.

But now there are dark clouds in front of his eyes, and a gloomy, thick and dead air permeates the sky, overwhelming the sky, and the gloom is so heavy that people can't breathe.

"This is an evil spirit barrier technique. Everyone, be firm and don't be fooled by illusions. As long as our hearts are firm, illusions alone will have no actual lethality."

Sun Jingxin flew high with her sword, standing between the formation of 24 mysterious armored iron guards.

However, no matter where they are going or how Sun Jingxin is pointing, everyone will have a feeling that the ground under their feet is constantly creeping and changing. It seems that every step they take is entering a different space. Pass it into the heart and disintegrate the fighting spirit.

It's just that the space right now is filled with black mist and countless tree-lined paths in all directions, like a huge and mysterious maze, extending in all directions and endlessly.

"Yuan Thirteen Pirates broke the formation with one enemy and many, really good, good method!"

While working hard to decipher the formation, Sun Jingxin couldn't help feeling this way in her heart.Even if they are rivals, they have to admit that the other party is clever.

(End of this chapter)