Chapter 647: Melee Oolong

It's just that at this time, the superiority has not yet been seen, and it is already ready to fly, and it has to be sent, and there is no point in admitting defeat at this time.

The summoned weapons are also strange, some people don't even have weapons, just a spiritual weapon directly summoned and rushed up, everyone resisted the suction of the tower together, and there was a tie for a while, the tower did not suck people again, but the monks did not sign of victory.

It just gathered the strength of everyone and maintained a balance for a short time, but this stalemate could not go on like this, Wang Xuanzhao stood on the side, just a symbolic shot, beside her was Miao Yin, who was still palpitating at this time, and was almost sucked away by the tower just now, at that moment, Wang Xuanzhao grabbed Miao Yin.

Wang Xuanzhao couldn't care about Miaoyin's uncertain eyes, just doubt it! It doesn't matter, she is paying full attention to the battle situation in front of her at this time, because as time goes by, the mysterious monk on the other side has obviously shown a state of lack of stamina.

This is a confrontation between attrition and protracted competition, and it has not yet set off a variety of spell duels, and the mysterious monk's spiritual power reserves are obviously unable to support the use of the pagoda for a long time, and the surrounding monks can't help but show a look of joy, and a few people even covet the pagoda.

Wang Xuanzhao was not as optimistic as these people, she knew that this mysterious monk still had a trick to use.

For example, his Yuan Shen strength is much higher than that of the current person, and even if it weren't for the fact that she was a full-attribute monk, the other party wouldn't have discovered it. The strength of the other party's Yuan Shen was even slightly higher than Wang Xuanzhao's, and it was through this that Wang Xuanzhao found that his Yuan Shen strength was about the level of the Immortal King.

Sure enough, just when Wang Xuanzhao was on guard anytime and anywhere, the other party suddenly issued a powerful coercion, almost a spiritual entity coercion, which suddenly made some unprepared monks suddenly stunned, and the spiritual power was directly sucked into the tower without keeping up, and only this time, nearly half of the people were captured.

Wang Xuanzhao can only keep a little bit of the people around her, and she still doesn't want to be discovered by the other party, or she can't be noticed by the people around her, fortunately, the place where they are standing is also a marginal area, and if they get farther away, they will only think that the coercion has weakened in a relatively distant place.

In such an atmosphere, no one has yet discovered the abnormality on Wang Xuanzhao's side, and Wang Xuanzhao is just insisting. She judged that although the mysterious monk in front of him looked relatively calm, in fact, he also hoped to be able to quickly cut through the chaos and crush these monks directly, and these monks were indeed ants-like existence in his eyes.

This was also unexpected, in his own expectations, he felt that the ideal result should be to bring down all these people, but it seemed that these ants in his eyes were still relatively tenacious.

For a while, he himself felt a little powerless, unable to support the Mixed Yuan Pagoda anymore. And there is still such a small half of the people in front of me who have not completely fallen, this is really an oolong.

However, he had no other way but to put away the Mixed Yuan Pagoda first and summon a pseudo-immortal sword casually. It's not that there is no immortal sword, it's just that his current spiritual power situation can't support it.

He was alone with dozens of monks, and to be honest, his original strength could definitely kill all of them in an instant.

But now, he has been sealed and consumed for so many years, and in this low-level interface, his cultivation has been suppressed, and he has a powerful primordial god, but he doesn't have enough spiritual power to support it, and it is difficult for him to hold on to such a group attack.

But after so many years, did he not know the world? When did these ant-like beings be able to resist such a powerful spiritual coercion? Moreover, the consumption of him by activating the Mixed Yuan Pagoda before was too great for him.

In the meantime, the situation has reversed, and he has become a suppressed and beaten person, and the tragedy is that he overestimated his situation before, and now he doesn't even have a chance to escape.

Could it be that he was really planted in the hands of this group of ants who could only be regarded as ants in his eyes in the past? The gutter overturned, and the oolong was here? He, Han Jiangfeng, was actually tragic?

But that's the case, the plot has reversed, and he can't win others in one fell swoop, so he can only accept others' counterattacks.

He couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, "It's a pity that I, Han Jiangfeng, can't go back to Mengzezhou, it's a pity and a hate." ”