Xun Huan looked at the red-robed monk and found that there was a trace of fatigue on his face. Thinking that the consumption of his magic weapon divine light should be very large, this red-robed monk should have moved the heart of killing just now. However, there was one incident, and the red-robed monk should not easily use this magic weapon divine light again.

Seeing that the red-robed monk was able to make ordinary magic weapons release magic weapon divine light, Xun Huan couldn't help but yearn for it in his heart. A voice sounded in my heart: "If this means is in my hands, it will be great." ”

Xun Huan thought about this for the rest of his life, and a cold sweat immediately broke out on his back. Another voice kept ringing in my head: "If you do something murderous and robbed of treasure one day, I will definitely clear the portal." ”

Although he didn't know where the unknown master was at the moment, Xun Huan would not doubt the master's words at all. If you kill people and seize treasures, you are afraid of escaping the ends of the earth, and you will not be able to escape the master.

The fanatical heart just now gradually cooled down while the cold sweat broke out on Xun Huan's back. There is no covetousness for the spells of the red-robed monks.

Xun Huan said: "Daoyou magic is far beyond the reach of Xia, but Xia is definitely not a person who is willing to be captured." Why don't you just leave it at that?"

The red-robed monk snorted coldly: "You are indeed different from ordinary casual cultivators, but how do you know that I have no way to kill you? Your magic sword has been damaged, and without the magic sword, what are you going to fight with me?"

Xun Huan looked sideways and found that there were indeed several cracks on his magic sword. The crack is visible to the naked eye, and it is undoubtedly scrapped. If you want to re-refin, it is no different from re-forging.

Unexpectedly, the purpose of the red-robed monk just now was not to attack him, but to destroy his magic weapon with this. In this way, their own fighting methods will indeed be greatly reduced.

Being able to destroy the magic sword forged by Xuanyin to the point of scrapping with one move, this kind of means really made Xun Huan Gao take a look. But when it comes to saying that there is no magic weapon for fighting, Xun Huan disagrees.

While putting away the scrapped magic sword beside him, he pressed his hand on another treasure on his waist. This collection contains Xun Shuo's collection for so many years, in addition to the specialties of the Phantom Realm, there is also the legacy of the monks who have entered the Phantom Realm for thousands of years.

Xun Huan didn't check the things in it carefully, so what could be found in it, Xun Huan didn't know anything in his heart. But in the current situation, if he doesn't have a magic weapon, the red-robed monk will really die.

When Xun Huan searched for the contents of the collection, the red-robed monk did not wait on the sidelines. The red-robed monk hung the magic sword in the air, and did not urge, holding a short-handled dagger in his hand and went straight to Xun Huan.

Of course, the red-robed monk who had learned from the past would no longer wantonly fight in close quarters, although in his heart, Xun Huan could not compare at least in hand-to-hand combat. The melee fighting method is different from the sacrificial caster, which requires the monk to not be weak in addition to the enemy's change, and also needs combat experience to enrich himself.

And Xun Huan, who was only a third-level spiritual cultivator not long ago, obviously would not improve by leaps and bounds during this period of time.

The red-robed monk put his left index finger in his mouth, and blood must have flowed from the tips of his teeth. The red-robed monk pressed his index finger against the dagger in his right hand. Xun Huan saw the movements of the red-robed monk, but his figure did not retreat. The spiritual consciousness churned rapidly in the treasure, and finally found a magic sword in the treasure.

But at the same time as Xun Huan took out the magic sword, the red-robed monk's figure was stable in mid-air. The dagger in his hand was thrown by the red-robed monk's wrist with a flick of his wrist.

Xun Huan hurriedly raised his sword to block it, not wanting the magic sword to touch the dagger. The magic sword broke in response, but the dagger only slowed down slightly, and continued to shoot at Xun Huan's face without changing its direction.

Xun Huan parted his head, and the dagger passed by close to Xun Huan's door. The sharp blade on the dagger cut through the air, leaving a bright red mark on Xun Huan's face.

"Tick!"

Blood flowed down Xun Huan's cheeks, and the sound of dripping down his chin to the ground was clearly audible. Xun Huan wiped the blood away with his cuffs.

Xun Huan looked at the red-robed monk who didn't dare to approach, and sneered, "Do you only dare to stay so far away from me?"

The red-robed monk's face turned red when he was told and he did not answer. He picked up a technique in his hand and pointed at Xun Huan.

The surrounding clouds for dozens of miles instantly gathered around Xun Huan, and the white clouds became thicker and thicker, gradually turning gray. Eventually, black clouds obscured the light, and only a vague outline could be seen as far as the eye could see.

A strong light flashed, and Xun Huan flashed to the side with an arrow step. At the same time that Xun Huan fell to the side, a lightning bolt fell from Xun Huan's original location, and the place where the lightning hit immediately exploded a deep pit that was shallow for one person.

Just after the first explosion, lightning fell from the sky one after another, landing exactly where Xun Huan was standing.

In order to avoid lightning, Xun Huan had to move in the land of projectiles. After five or six lightning bolts, Xun Huan's place had become like a honeycomb.

"Thunder Technique, Daoyou's shots are all killing moves. Why bother getting angry?" Xun Huan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The red-robed monk raised his eyebrows: "In life, it is natural to repay grievances." Young should be vigorous. ”

Xun Huan frowned, and said helplessly: "I originally wanted not to kill immortal cultivators in this life." But today's matter, Daoyou doesn't plan to let me go. I have a cheap life, and I shouldn't have made a living secretly. But there's still something I need to do. If I can't persuade you to leave, then I will have to take your life. ”

The red-robed monk looked gloomy and shouted, "What are you talking about, if you want to take my life, you are really ashamed." ”

The red-robed monk was angry, and a magic weapon divine light swept towards Xun Huan again. Xun Huan took out a talisman from the treasure and threw it into the air. Wandering around and encountering the talisman, the spirit talisman was smashed in an instant.

It's just that to the surprise of the red-robed monk, after his magic weapon divine light shattered Xun Huan's spirit rune again, it didn't decline at all. The red-robed monk explored with his spiritual sense, and sneered: "The carving insect skill is just a vajra talisman. See how I break it. ”

The red-robed monk pointed a little at his fingertips, and the magic weapon divine light immediately dazzled for three points. Xun Huan's vajra talisman shattered in response, and the magic weapon divine light continued unabated, and he still went straight to Xun Huan.

Xun Huan's retreat moved with the wind, dodging left and right to dodge the magic weapon divine light of the red-robed monk. The monk's escape speed was originally above the speed of the magic weapon, which was also the monk's last means of saving his life. But now Xun Huan found that no matter how he dodged, this magic weapon divine light was constantly approaching him.

"Bang" The illusory divine light is like substance. hit Xun Huan and made a muffled sound. After Xun Huan was hit, his body was like an arrow off the string, and he shot into the ground quickly.

There was another muffled sound, and the ground erupted in dust like a wave of water. When the dust cleared, a ten-zhang square pit appeared in the ground. Inside, a figure lay in it, unable to move.

At this time, Xun Huan's robe was torn and motionless, as if he had no life.