The Second Immortal Road

　　The sneak attack with the ghost head dagger was too swift. Although the white-robed youth had amazing observation ability, he realized that the ghost head dagger was close to him for the first time, but he only had time to release four or five white sword auras, and there was no time to take other means.

The white sword aura that the white-robed youth hurriedly released was indeed not an opponent of the ghost dagger. As soon as Fang touched it, it was crushed by the ghost dagger, and the speed of the ghost dagger increased without decreasing, and it flashed away fiercely. It was stuck on the gray shield outside the body of the white robe youth.

The black hair iron stiff sneered. It seemed to have seen the scene of the white-robed youth separating the head. The ghost dagger of its father is a must-kill move. It is amazingly powerful, not to mention a mere protective cover. Even a general top defensive magic weapon can't resist it.

　　 "How is it possible?" Heimao Tiezuo said in surprise. The scene it imagined did not happen, and the ghost dagger did not pierce the gray shield outside the white robe youth.

Seeing the ghost dagger that had been pierced in half and could no longer move forward, the young man in the white robe of Wan Jianmen breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was extremely confident in the gray shield, it was inspired by the life-saving thing his elders gave him. Shield, but after seeing the power of the ghost dagger, he was also in a panic.

"Huh, the tortoise shell is quite hard, but it's a pity, this king has to break it, and some are means." The imperial robe ghost image saw that the white robe youth's shield not only blocked the purple flames before it, but now also blocked his ghost. Head dagger, could not help but get an accident.

After the imperial robe ghost hummed twice, he pinched his hands for a while, and the dense yin energy around was quickly attracted and condensed into a ball, and then it suddenly pulled, and the yin energy suddenly turned into a ten The long spear is in front of it.

　　 "Let's see how long you can hold on!" The ghost of the imperial robe snorted coldly, which was the end of a little spear. The spear shot out immediately, and the target was directed at the white-robed youth.

The white-robed youth of Wanjianmen calmed down now. He glanced at the golden-robed Taoist priest with his head separated, shook his head slightly, and then turned to look at the ghost in the imperial robe, his face was completely indifferent. color.

"Indeed, there is a time limit for this shield, and it is impossible to spend too long with Your Excellency, but your Excellency is afraid that there will be no chance to wear my shield!" The white robe youth calmly looked at the black spear coming from the lasing. The two-handed tactics changed, and he screamed in a low voice: "Sword intent rises!"

As soon as the white robe youth's tactics changed, the ghost shadow of the imperial robe felt a bad premonition. He hadn't taken any measures yet, but suddenly felt that the black long sword that had been controlled by it trembled slightly, and at the same time It exudes a sword intent like if there is no such thing.

"Not good." As soon as the imperial robe ghost image waved his hand, he was about to throw the black long sword out, but never expected that the black long sword seemed to be stuck in its hand, no matter how it was shaken, it would still not be able to escape. open.

The imperial robe ghost image suddenly stepped on the all-spirit blood altar under his feet, and he was about to inspire the blood altar's defenses, but it was obviously too late, a surge of sword aura from the black long sword turned into a mighty force. A storm of sword energy swept towards the surroundings, and the ghost in the imperial robe was in the middle of the storm.

"Hmph, the fake baby's sword intent, used on your little fake alchemy ghost cultivation body, is really worthless!" The white-robed youth snorted coldly, and pinched the magic trick in his hand to make the sword qi storm storm. Attacked more violently.

　　 Han Ming watched the sword intent storm that suddenly erupted. After Han Ming was slightly stunned, he released the bone shield for the first time and blocked him.

　　 "Ah." Han Ming's whole body was lifted off with the Jiao Bone Shield. He flew more than a hundred feet long before he fell heavily to the ground. After that, he rolled ten feet before stopping.

Han Ming stood up and looked up at the flashing giant sword in the middle of the square. He looked for the black-haired iron zong who didn’t know where he was flying by the storm of sword energy, but he didn’t find it. He couldn't help but was surprised, and immediately urged the crystal jade cloak, and rushed to the outside without looking back. Now he has a good chance and waits when he doesn't run away.

The sword intent storm gradually subsided, and the white-robed youth looked at the empty altar and breathed a sigh of relief. This extremely difficult imperial robe ghost was finally hit by the sword intent sealed in the black long sword. killed.

"It's just a pity. This sword intent was originally sealed by the father and used to subtly cultivate the black iron sword in preparation for the future advanced magic weapon. But this time it inspired the sword intent, even if the black iron sword can be cultivated into a magic weapon in the future. , I am afraid that it is not stronger than the ordinary magic weapon!" The white-robed youth sighed slightly, shook his head silently, and then took the altar and recalled the black long sword in his hand.

But at this moment, five or six blood-red tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground, and immediately wrapped the already somewhat slack youth in the white robe, and began to shrink slowly, if it weren't for the white robe youth. The watch has that layer of extremely powerful gray shield, and I am afraid it will be strangled if I can't hold on for a long time.

　　 "Not dead? How is it possible, how is it possible." The white-robed youth who was surrounded by layers of blood-colored tentacles roared, but the voice was gradually blocked by layers of tentacles that continued to wrap around and could no longer be heard.

　　 At the same time, another tentacle burrowed out of the ground and grabbed the gray-headed black-haired iron stiff not far away. With a sudden pull, the black-haired iron stiff fell down, dragged it to the ground, and quickly approached the altar.

The black iron zombies were brought down at once, and was shocked. He was about to cast a counterattack to cut off the thing that sneaked on it, but discovered that it was a tentacle produced by the blood altar of all souls. It immediately did not dare to move and let the tentacles. Pull it towards the altar.

The black-haired iron zombie was thrown on the altar by the scarlet tentacles, and then a ghostly shadow altar with imperial robes that was missing most of his body emerged from the altar, and he sucked the black token from the black-haired iron zong's body with the remaining half of his palm. past.

At this time, the ghost of the imperial robe looked extremely miserable, most of the body disappeared, and only half of the head, half of the chest and abdomen, half of the arm, and one thigh were left. The figure was still extremely pale, completely Not as solid as before.

　　 At this time, the ghost of the imperial robe ghost is not only faint, but also constantly dissipating, as if some power is eroding its soul.

　　 "Father, why are you hurting like this?" Heimao Tiezuo asked tremblingly.

The ghost shadow of the imperial robe didn't even think about taking care of the stiff black hair~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It raised the black token in his hand, and felt anxiously, and then his face flashed with joy, prompting that one. Token.

　　 There was a surprise in Han Ming's heart at this time. He ran away, but the black-haired iron stiff did not chase him. It was really an accident.

　　 "The zombie was probably entangled by the cultivators of the Wanjian Sect's foundation stage. After all, the old ghost is already gone!" Han Ming secretly guessed in his heart, and the speed under his feet accelerated.

　　 He planned well. As soon as he left the inner city, he asked Chun'er to come out to help him conceal his figure. He walked through the skull pile as soon as possible to reach the wall of the outer city, looked for the gap in the big battle, and then slipped away.

Knowing that the Black Haired Iron Zombie possessed the formation token, Han Ming suddenly realized that there should always be a gap in the large formation outside. !

He wanted to use that exit to go out before, but the black hair iron zong disappeared the gap, leaving him with nowhere to go. He could only fight a vague ghost. He always thought that the black hair iron zong was going to The road is blocked.

　　He still has been surprised, how can the black iron stubbornness repair the formation in such a short time! But when he was moved into the inner city by the black-haired iron zombies, he realized that the black-haired iron zombies had not repaired the formation or blocked the exit. The black-haired iron zombies should have moved the exit to the formation. Another place in the law!

　　 He has a flying cloud boat and is a cultivator of immortals. He can use his spiritual sense and his five senses are extremely keen. It shouldn't take too much effort to find an exit. If he is lucky, I'm afraid it will only take a quarter of an hour!

　　 Just when Han Ming was full of joy and thought he could escape, he suddenly felt a familiar spatial fluctuation appear next to him, and his expression suddenly changed drastically.