Just responded like this, and Ni Suanqiu was secretly happy in his heart. Because, at this moment, he was desperate not to alarm any of the Great Elder-level figures of the Purple Star Sect, as well as their sect leader Ziyun Zhenren.

At this moment, his main purpose was to try the other party's skills, and he wanted to know what means and magical powers this monk, known as the seventh son of the true spirit of the Purple Star Gate, had.

"Okay! The sword has no eyes, if there are any casualties, you and I will have our own destiny. ”

As soon as the words fell, Mei Wujian condensed a cyan aura shield to protect his body.

Ni Suanqiu didn't dare to be careless, and he had already secretly shot out the Heavenly Sound Lin Yin, raising the strength of his divine consciousness to the limit. Suddenly, the range that his divine sense could accurately lock on suddenly increased to a distance of two hundred zhang. That is to say, in this two-hundred-zhang radius, as long as the spell and magic weapon can hit, you can directly lock on to the target and accurately hit the opponent.

It's just that the most troublesome thing at the moment is that Ni Suanqiu wants to test the opponent, but he can't kill the opponent directly, and at the same time, he must not leak the bottom and not let the other party see how much magic he has.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Ni Suanqiu shot first, and directly fired four transparent water blades one after another.

"Bang bang bang!"

These four water blades hit the opponent's face door very accurately. However, he was blocked by the opponent's aura mask.

In an instant, Elder Mei, who was frightened on the other side, was shocked in his heart, and his back was cold!

Obviously, he never expected that he had just condensed a spiritual light shield, and the other party would actually fire four spells. Suddenly, Mei Wujian's face turned pale, and he was not lightly frightened!

Because of such a fast spell casting speed, it was impossible for an elder-level figure like him, who was divided into a heavy realm, to do it, so after this series of spell attacks, Mei Wujian immediately put away his contempt, and did not dare to underestimate the Zhou Tianjing minor monk in front of him.

Of course, this is also the fact that Ni Suanqiu has made use of the characteristics of his own exercises, and when he fires low-level spells, he can almost open the bow left and right, and fire it in succession at the same time. In addition, the true yuan power at this moment, the speed of its spell casting can already be comparable to that of a monk who is about two or three times higher than the mind realm, so it will have a miraculous effect, scare the other party, and give Mei Wujian a dismount that is not light or heavy!

"Hmph! Such a low-level water blade spell can't break through my aura shield at all!"

However, although Mei Wujian's face is very young, his actual age is already over forty years old, and his mind and his fighting experience are already quite mature and sophisticated.

Seeing that he was only nervous for a breath or two, he immediately put away his mind, concentrated his thoughts, stretched out one hand, pointed two points, and shouted loudly in front of him: "The dragon sword is out of the sheath!"

Immediately, with such a shout, an ice-blue long sword on his back came out of its sheath directly, and with a low dragon groan, it flew directly into the sky, and in the void above, a stunning cyan rainbow was drawn. Then, I saw a circling, cyan flying sword, the sword pointed at a point, and struck in the direction of Ni Suanqiu.

I saw that at this moment, Ni Suanqiu was already holding a kitchen knife, slapping the ground with one palm, and the whole person was like a sharp arrow, flying sideways, flying sideways, and attacking the Mei Wujian in front of him!

"Boom!"

Bullying the opponent's side, the kitchen knife in Ni Suanqiu's hand kept spinning, like a rapidly rotating lawn mower, facing Mei Wujian's lower plate, directly slashing, and directly launched an unexpected melee attack, wanting to use his half-pulled flying sword sword trick sword move to penetrate the opponent's defense at once.

"Bang bang bang~!"

Mei Wujian, who was on the opposite side, relied on the aura shield outside his body, and originally wanted to look at Ni Suanqiu motionlessly, standing at his feet, and was killed by his own flying sword with a sword.

However, suddenly, he saw a green shadow flashing in front of his feet, and then, he saw that there were several red rays of light shining, and then, he heard the sound of glass breaking, and the aura shield condensed outside his body immediately shattered instantly!

Later, I saw that his cyan flying sword fell rapidly, stabbing straight at the green shadow, however, I heard a few sound of "kicking and kicking" the sound of fine iron knocking, and Ni Suanqiu's entire figure had already retreated more than ten feet backwards.

The whole process was extremely fast, and a lot of loose cultivation was not seen clearly at all. Because it was only a breath or two, Ni Suanqiu's kitchen knife had already used several sword moves such as "small buckle firewood door, swimming dragon panzhu", and resisted the opponent's cyan dragon sword combo with extremely fast knife speed.

Although he resisted the opponent's flying sword combo for a while, Ni Suanqiu had not fired the Ten Thousand Blood Sacrifice Soul Quenching Technique, so at this moment, his right arm holding the knife had been numb from the shock. Moreover, it was accompanied by bursts of extremely cold chills, pouring directly into his body from the tip of the kitchen knife, and almost didn't freeze Ni Suanqiu into a popsicle.

Ice Flying Sword!

It turns out that the opponent's dragon sword is an ice-type flying sword!

"Hmph, young man, your skills are good! It's a pity that your spells are mediocre and your magic weapons are poor! You can't resist the sword qi of my Qinglong Cold Ice Sword. One blow took the upper hand, and Mei Wujian was determined in his heart and teased him.

Ni Suanqiu didn't make a sound, didn't pick up the other party's words, and the true yuan in his right hand drummed, glowing with pale green brilliance, and immediately, the white frost on his arm turned into mist.

"Eh, boy, be careful yourself! I see that the power of his flying sword is not very good, at most it is only a little more in the spirit level. Why, you still can't deal with him?" asked the Red Bull brother out loud.

Indeed, as Brother Red Bull said, the power of the opponent's dragon sword depends on the material of the sword body, and its own cold qi is strong, and then it uses the power of the magic circle to freeze and slow down the opponent's body, and as for the power of the sword body itself, it is only the middle grade of the spirit level.

"Yes, I see. Ni Suanqiu replied casually, then took out a small bamboo basket, and then took out a white cloth prepared in advance, stained with the blood of the fire demon beast, and slowly wiped the kitchen knife in his hand.

I saw that with a wipe of the white cloth, the kitchen knife won again with red light, and suddenly, the power of his kitchen knife was raised to the extreme.

"Dragon Sword Strike!"

I saw that Mei Wujian once again silently recited what decision was in his mouth, and then shouted, and the cyan flying sword above the sky attacked again, towards Ni Suan!

"Kitchen knife attack!"

However, then, what surprised Mei Wujian was that Ni Suanqiu rubbed it, but he also shouted, and then, the kitchen knife in his hand flew straight into the sky like his flying sword, and the flying sword that shot upwards met it.

I only heard a loud sound of "Peng", Ni Suanqiu's kitchen knife burst out with a dazzling red light, and the opponent's flying sword also shook off a large piece of ice chips, one ice and one fire, one knife and one sword, and collided fiercely!

However, it was Ni Suanqiu's kitchen knife that fell slightly behind and flew back upside down.

"Eh, the grade of this fire-type demon beast is too low, otherwise, at this moment, with your flying sword technique, it should burst out with even greater power. After seeing this scene, the Red Bull brother sighed like a chok.

"Hmph! I really can't imagine that a broken magic weapon that has been broken in half can still have such a fire-based power, and you can still use this ancient remnant like the imperial envoy's flying sword. Mei Wujian pointed his fingers at the sky, and suddenly clicked on the flying sword that wanted to fly back upside down, and said this unexpectedly.

However, immediately afterwards, he silently recited the mantra again, and his two fingers directly pointed at Ni Suanqiu, and then, the Qinglong Cold Ice Sword above seemed to condense the aura in the air again, and outside the sword body, the cold wind howled, and it hit Ni Suanqiu again, head-on!

"Snort!"

Facing the opponent's flying sword, Ni Suanqiu directly shook one hand and directly shot a Yuan Shi True Fire into the air. Between the lightning and flint, his Dao Origin True Fire also condensed into a five-foot-long flame long knife, which resisted the opponent's Blue Dragon Flying Sword in one fell swoop.

"Hmph, there is such a fire-based technique, no wonder you dare to be so arrogant!" Seeing Ni Suanqiu desperately resisting, Mei Wujian let out a bloodthirsty laugh.

However, as soon as the words fell, the flame long knife in the void immediately turned into a scabbard, swallowing the opponent's Qinglong Ice Sword in it.

In an instant, after being burned by such a blazing fire, the opponent's cyan dragon sword suddenly lost its cold power, as if it had been stripped of its clothes, revealing a white flying sword fetus.

"Ah, my Blue Dragon Ice Sword!"

"True Spirit Secret Technique, Dragon Sword Return to Sheath!"

Suddenly, Mei Wujian let out a miserable scream, as if her body had been ravaged, and it was even more miserable!

"You, boy, you are so despicable, you actually use such means to burn my dragon sword!" Immediately, Elder Mei pointed at Ni Suanqiu, and sighed with great pain.

However, a moment later, after Mei Wujian's green dragon flying sword was returned to the sheath, all the monks saw that his cyan flying sword was floating out wisps of white smoke, and at the same time, they could clearly hear that the flying sword was in the scabbard, constantly shaking, and seemed to be regaining its power.

"Elder Mei, didn't you say that the sword has no eyes, not to mention, my kitchen knife is also a great loss of power!" Ni Suanqiu said without raising his head.

As he spoke, Ni Suanqiu stopped again, as if pulling out a tissue, unhurriedly pulled out a bloody white cloth from his small bamboo basket, and slowly wiped the kitchen knife in his hand.

"Hahaha, yes! The sword has no eyes, life and death are up to the sky!" Seeing Ni Suanqiu pull out a bloody white cloth again and wipe the kitchen knife, Mei Wujian was overjoyed and said with a smile.