Taihao Gold Medal

Chapter 35 Fire and Thunder Murder

The silver mirror hangs high like a moon, shooting down the brilliance.

A disciple of Luanyue Sect flicked his sleeve to activate the flying sword, blocking the attack.

However, just listening to the sound of "Dang", the flying sword that the disciple of the Huangyue Sect resisted was like a snake being hit by seven inches, and immediately lost all its strength and fell down.

It made a soft sound when it fell to the ground, but it was blocked by the spiritual power in it.

The last time they fought, Wen Xiaoshan and Li Wenheng were besieged by the five members of the Wangyue Sect, and they were directly defeated without any means. Therefore, these disciples of the Wangyue Sect were also the first to see Jinhonggu's method. The weapon is mysterious.

At this time, Zhang Lie had also attacked his own flying sword.

The Huodefei sword whirled around in the void, and then struck out with a sword. It was a very simple circle, but it stirred the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth to attach to it, increasing the strength and momentum of the sword sharply.

As soon as the middle-aged monk headed by Wangyue Sect saw this scene, he knew it was time for the two sides to fight to the death. He had already swallowed the elixir in advance and hit his chest three times in a row, performing the return to Yuan Zhenjue. Frequent stimulation of potential will not only damage Daoji but even shorten lifespan, but at this moment, it can't be taken care of.

With a show of his hands, the fire flag flew out with a bang.

Under the infusion of spiritual consciousness and magic power, the flaming fire banner blocked the heavy and astonishing Huodefei sword, and the two sides collided in midair.

"Set up a team of three talents from the strange family, if you can't win this battle, you will die!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang."

At this time, Zhang Lie just knew that the opponent in front of him was from the same family as him 500 years ago.However, when the sword formula was triggered, the flying sword circled and struck, and the sword was still fierce and fierce to Shen Xiong.

When the three disciples of the Vanishing Mountain Sect each waved a big banner and set up a three-talent formation, they felt a slight vibration under their feet.

The three of them looked at each other, and quickly inserted the fire flag in their hands into the ground under their feet. Under the injection of the high-temperature flames, the soil and rocks on the ground shook for a while and then stopped shaking. Only a few living thorns and vines were barely drilled, but there were no more. ability to attack.

This spell was cast by Li Wenheng, and at this moment, the spell was broken.There was a ruthless look in his eyes, and he immediately threw the green Ruyi in his hand.

The green ruyi glowed brightly in mid-air, and the wood-attribute aura that diffused turned into reality, transforming into a bigger and bigger bluestone that fell down.

At this time, a second ray of light shot down from the silver mirror controlled by Wen Xiaoshan, coordinating with Zhang Lie's flying sword to attack the senior brother of the Wangyue Sect.

Her silver mirror magic weapon has the effect of temporarily sealing the magic power of the enemy's magic weapon, which is strange and abnormal.

However, the senior brother of the Luanyue Sect threw out a magic talisman in his busy schedule, and it didn't know what grade it was, so it blocked Wen Xiaoshan's strange light from the silver mirror, making Wen Xiaoshan's complexion ugly for a while. He actually came up with a solution in an instant.

And at this moment, the growing bluestone in midair was summoned by three disciples of the Vanishing Mountain Sect below who waved their Dharma flags to summon flames, and it was forced to explode in the air.

The burning cyan gravel fell down, but the magic power of the immortal cultivators nourished the flesh and body, and all of them had a certain degree of magic power to protect the body. This kind of falling rock that could pose a fatal threat to ordinary people could be swept away by them with a wave of their hands. , and even leaving it alone won't make a difference.On the contrary, the green wishful aura flew back to Li Wenheng's hand dimly, obviously damaged.

The silver mirror and the green ruyi were broken one after another.

On the contrary, it was Zhang Lie who controlled the gleaming red flying sword, cutting vertically and horizontally, forcibly separating the four monks of the Wangyue Sect. Otherwise, it would only be more difficult to deal with the break if the four of them formed an formation. .

"Senior brother Zhang has superb swordsmanship, but my cousin and I can't be too ugly. Otherwise, we won't be welcomed by others, and it will be even more difficult to make a request."

The spiritual power of a cultivator in the Qi training realm is limited. Generally speaking, the closer the magic weapon is to the master, the easier it is for the master to control and strengthen the mana injection. On the premise that the spiritual power of both sides in the fighting method is completely equal, the magic weapon is by your side Compared with controlling the remote control of the magic weapon, the former must be more convenient in controlling and changing.

Therefore, the four monks of Wangyue Sect often waved the Dharma flag, and did not let it out easily, and only used Dharma flames to attack the opponent from a distance.

But Zhang Lieyuan let go of the flying sword, but he restrained four monks from the Vanishing Mountain Sect, including a monk with higher magic power than him. This performance of his ability was terrifying!

"Although my junior sister has already told me that this senior brother Zhang is practicing the Purple Heart Divine Art created by the ancestor of the Golden Rainbow Valley's knotting pill. The cultivation process is extremely dangerous, but it is still enviable to have such power." Thinking like this , Li Wenheng flipped his palm and took out a black bullet the size of a thumb, and then ruthlessly threw it towards the monks of the Wangyue Sect.

"Be careful, it's the Fire Thunder Orb." Senior Brother Zhang from the Vanishing Mountain Sect shouted out with a startled expression.

The Fire Thunder Orb is a one-time magic weapon with a grade of three. There is a fire thunder sealed inside it. Even a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage who does not have a good defensive magic weapon would not dare to connect it.

Of course, the spiritual consciousness of the monks in the foundation building stage far exceeds that of the monks in the Qi training state, and they will not be hit by the fire thunder beads of the Qi training state monks under normal circumstances.

Boom!

Magical artifacts like the Fire Thunder Orb are both rare and expensive, even if Senior Brother Zhang of the Wangyue Sect called it out in time, his three Junior Brothers would be somewhat unable to react in time.

During the spread of the flames and thunder, two people were blown out directly, vomiting blood, which was mixed with flesh and blood, obviously hurting the internal organs.

And the two brothers and sisters Wen Xiaoshan and Li Wenheng, who had been prepared for a long time, swung a flying sword and chopped off the head of a disciple of Huangyue Sect with one sword. A long flying centipede flew out of it, fell down and killed one.

The remaining Fangcun Daluan wanted to escape, but the dark red flying sword spun through the back of his heart.

"Ah, let's die together!"

The senior brother at the end of Huangyue Sect roared in grief and anger and rushed towards the three of them, wishing to die together, but as soon as he lost his mind, Zhang Lie's flying sword immediately found a gap, and instantly attacked and entered the gap, beheading and killing him.

Looking at the burning fire and corpses everywhere in front of him, Zhang Lie secretly remembered:
"I can't just focus on the improvement of swordsmanship. If one day I am plotted against by this magic weapon, no matter how good the swordsmanship is, I am afraid that the flying sword will blow up the bones. It is no wonder that the realm of cultivating immortals always takes the realm as the first, and the spiritual sense is far away. If it is far higher, the enemy whose level is not as high as the enemy will be able to sense it as soon as he moves, and this is the real way to go."

(End of this chapter)