Become a Fairy

The middle-aged man in the green shirt saw the densely packed ants colony, and couldn't help yelling in his heart. It's nothing more than having a magic weapon. After all, many foundation-building monks would also give their most potential offspring powerful weapons to protect themselves, so as to avoid the usual appearance. Accident. While owning the magic weapon, he was also an insect cultivator, and he also raised a peak third-order leopard spirit beast. He had never seen a Qi Refining cultivator with such terrifying strength.

"Death!" Seeing that Lu Xiaotian released spirit insects and spirit beasts one after another to drag his two righteous brothers back, the hooked-nosed old man couldn't help being frightened and angry, and manipulated the sword array to launch a sharper attack. Trying to solve Lu Xiaotian in a short time, otherwise the situation will be extremely unfavorable to him.

Now trapped in the sword formation, there is no way to get out unless the sword formation is broken, Lu Xiaotian held his breath, facing the spirit swords shooting from four directions, Lu Xiaotian only had time to draw three whips. One of the spirit swords was too late to parry. Lightning flashed from the waist and ribs.

The hooked nose looked happy, but the smile quickly froze on his face, and he saw a silk spirit armor exposed from Lu Xiaotian's cut hole. His spirit sword only left a shallow gap on it.

"Extreme defensive spiritual armor!" The hooked-nosed old man spat out these words angrily. If Lu Xiaotian didn't have this spiritual armor, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

Although the ice silk armor blocked the spirit sword from cutting into his body, the strength of the other party's spirit sword was fully applied to his body. Even though it was partially buffered, it still passed through the ice silk armor and made him feel so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. The sword array of the hooked-nosed old man was extremely sharp. This was the first time he was forced into such a mess. If he didn't have this spiritual armor, even if he had the demon-binding rope, he would have been beheaded by the hooked-nosed old man.

I would have brought the little black sword with me before I knew it. Although the hooked-nosed old man's sword array is powerful, it is absolutely impossible to withstand the attacks of two magic weapons at the same time. In the past, he only thought that the magic weapon could block the attack of the magic weapon, but it seems that he is a bit spectator.

But at this time Lu Xiaotian didn't have time to regret it, the hooked-nosed old man's sword formation was attacking faster and faster, the four spirit swords attacked from different angles, sometimes all at once, sometimes one after another. Lu Xiaotian tried his best to block three of them, and in the blink of an eye, he had already been hit with four or five swords, and the ice silk silk armor on his body was cut a couple of times. Continuously manipulating the magic weapon consumes mana very quickly. Lu Xiaotian took out a middle-grade spirit stone from the barrier. Although the middle-grade spirit stone is very precious, he can't care about so much at this time.

"Roar" the leopard sensed Lu Xiaotian's danger, and was extremely irritable, and attacked the thick and short man, but the thick and short man was also quite capable, the leopard was eager to attack, but was cut off with two bloody wounds on his body. As for the other battlefield, although there were hundreds of shadow ants, it was enough to pose a fatal threat to some Qi-refining Dzogchen monks, but due to the lack of command, they did not show much lethality at this time, but they barely held back the middle-aged man in green clothes. .

Secretly impatient, he naturally still has backhands who can reverse the situation, but they are all prepared for the Scarlet Forbidden Land, and entering the Scarlet Forbidden Land is imminent, so there is no time to replenish it if it is used up at this time.

Hey, the demon-binding rope once again drew the leading spirit sword, and suddenly the light that made up the four spirit swords suddenly weakened a bit, and the power dropped a lot. Lu Xiaotian was stunned at first, and then overjoyed. It seems that even though the durability of the four spirit swords that make up the sword array is several times stronger than that of a single spirit sword, it still has a limit after all. After ten times of hard shaking with the Yaosuo, he finally couldn't hold back.

The murderous aura of the sword formation suddenly weakened, and the old man with the hooked nose was also taken aback. He had never fought against monks with magic weapons before, but now he had a fierce battle with Lu Xiaotian. He has the heart to kill.

While the flying swords of the Little Four Elephant Sword Formation were attacking, the attack on one spirit sword could be spread to the other spirit swords. That's why these flying swords lasted so long. But even so, there is an insurmountable gap between the spiritual weapon and the magical weapon. And he heard that the magic weapon consumes a lot of mana.

Just seeing that Lu Xiaotian actually took out a middle-grade spirit stone, he couldn't help cursing secretly, the young man in front of him didn't know how many cards he had. Although the spiritual armor in the opposite direction was already broken, it would take at least a few hits to completely destroy it, and at this time the little four-element sword array he relied on the most could no longer hold up. At this time, the other two cousins ​​still haven't gotten rid of the entanglement between the leopard and the shadow ant colony. The hooked-nosed old man was filled with remorse. If he had known earlier, he would not have planned on this young monk. Now even his four top-grade spirit swords have suffered considerable damage.

But the hooked-nosed old man was fine. Seeing that there was no hope of winning, he would be defeated by the opponent instead, and immediately shouted, "Third, fourth. This kid is too powerful, let's go!"

"Can you leave?" Lu Xiaotian snorted angrily, he could clearly see the opponent's sword formation changing from strong to weak, how could the old man leave whenever he wanted. His wrists shook continuously, the demon-binding rope turned into several afterimages in the air, and struck several spirit swords one after another.

There was a slight sound, and a small crack first appeared on the body of one of the spirit swords.

The hooked-nosed old man turned pale in shock, and exclaimed, "This old man will fight with you!"

He said so, but the man retreated violently, not even caring about these damaged spirit swords. The middle-aged man in green clothes and the short and thick man looked terrified, but they were entangled by the leopard and the ants, and they couldn't escape for a while.

Lu Xiaotian was determined, and the demon-binding rope was pulled out again.

Cracking, the four spirit swords could no longer hold on, one after another, like mirrors, scattered into countless fragments and fell from the sky.

It was too late to escape now. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hand and threw the demon-binding rope out of his hand, and caught up with the old man with the hooked nose in the blink of an eye. The hooked-nosed old man was horrified, and took out a spiritual knife from the storage bag, and slashed continuously, but without the sword array, ordinary spiritual weapons alone were no match for the demon-binding rope.

"Bind!" Lu Xiaotian yelled coldly, and pulled away the spirit knife of the hooked-nosed old man with two strokes of the demon-binding rope. The demon-binding rope is made of mixed ice silk and blood-devouring vines, and a lot of spiritual things are mixed in it. The light silk drawn from the blood-devouring vines has fine and dense spikes, which can be used to suck blood, and it is extremely domineering Incomparably, after wrapping around the old man with the hooked nose, the spikes pierced the skin of the old man with the hooked nose.

"Third, fourth, save me!" The hooked-nosed old man shouted in horror, but as soon as he spoke, the old man screamed again and again, and his whole body became shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye. There seemed to be a touch of blood red on the Yao Binding Cable that had sucked the flesh and blood.

Lu Xiaotian frowned, the Yaosuo was so domineering.

"Big brother!" The middle-aged man in green shirt and the stubby man cried out in mourning, no more fighting spirit, turned around and wanted to run away, but was caught by the leopard and shadow ant.

Lu Xiaotian reached out and sucked the hook-nosed old man's storage bag. At the same time, dozens of wind blades were thrown out. The two who had no time to be distracted were cut into several pieces.

After finishing off a few people, Lu Xiaotian released the spirit crane without any hesitation, and returned to Lingxiaogongfang City as quickly as possible.