If you don't have an immortal seal, you are not a person from the immortal gate, and if you dare to pretend to be an immortal, you will be killed. Even if it is not an immortal, the so-called Dharma is naturally fake. was actually put on by this kid again, Du Wensong was annoyed and ashamed, and he scolded him. With a shake of his hand, a short knife was pulled out.

Didn't play like that, and never again and again. If I open up this half-spirit weapon today, I will also make it for you.

Du Wensong used a sword, but pulled out a knife, it was really a helpless move, but this was a half-spirit weapon. He can't afford a real spiritual weapon. It can be seen from this that Duan Boyang was by no means an idle person back then, and he often looked for secret places to explore treasures, although the risks were great, and the benefits were also many, and there were few enemies of the same level in combat power. This is probably the reason why even if his cultivation fell to the refining god, no one dared to fight for his cave mansion. Du Wensong can't do it, he doesn't dare to take the risk of life and death at every turn, he can afford to buy a half-spirit weapon just to put on a façade, or a knife.

Is it seen?Lang Yu pushed his nose. It doesn't matter if you see it or not, when I was a samurai a year ago, I picked two eighth-order, and now, as long as you can't fly, then stay.

As soon as his divine sense moved, Yang Xiao raised his hand, and when he stretched out his arm, it was more than three zhang long, this thing transformed by Xuan Qi was really perverted, too arbitrary.

"A sword back then, I will give you back a palm!" "Woo-" The big hand slapped down diagonally, and this gesture couldn't tell whether it was a slap or a slap.

"Hmph, you don't have that qualification yet!" Du Wensong raised his knife and stabbed it, using a knife is also a sword technique. "Snort!", the knife twisted, and the palm exploded. The half-spirit weapon really has a bit of the power of the spirit weapon, Du Wensong didn't dare to destroy the sword sacrifice spirit, and he also broke this palm. The person drilled out of the palm, and the five fingers that had not melted off smashed into the water with a "bang!" sound, and five water columns more than two feet high were stirred. This Du Wensong couldn't hide, and he was still drenched in soup after a few tilts.

"Break it for me!" The swordsmanship is used with a knife, which is a bit nondescript, but the attack power is not different. With the three words coming out, the knife bloomed with angry lotus, and clusters of lotus leaves pounced on Yang Xiao's law phase. Mysterious things also need Xuan Qi to break, this is the simplest common sense.

This blow has the strength of ten thousand knives to shatter Yang Xiao. There were strange screams, Yang Xiao didn't support it in the end, and the sound of "bang!" exploded his body, leaving only a huge human head flying towards Du Wensong.

Lang Yu is a ghost talent, he has been taught when he was in Xianmen, his moves are never according to common sense, and even this combat skill is unexpected.

Du Wensong didn't dare to be careless, hesitated a little in his heart, turned over and retreated, and raised the knife light in his hand, "Snort!" With a knife, the head was split into two petals, and the breath was gone.

The method of leading the thunder is not a trick that works, as long as the opponent is a little cautious, he will declare bankruptcy. Lang Yu's eyes shrank, and he said secretly: "Acquaintances are not easy to kill. Even his own shapeshifting shadow may be difficult to achieve, and Du Wensong will not let himself get close.

And in the water, Langyu's speed can't catch up with him. He can float on the water, but Lang Yu can't, that's why Lang Yu didn't make a move when he was close to the shore, and he was still standing in knee-deep water.

A faint smile looked at Du Wensong, "I played with you in the Xianmen, but you still can't do it in the Nether." ”

Du Wensong's eyes narrowed, and he sneered: "In the Immortal Gate, if it weren't for Elder Ling's words, would you still be alive? If it weren't for the head of the sect to live, you would still be able to escape the Nether." ”

"Hahahaha, joke! My life is in my hands, how can they decide. Langyu laughed. With a shake of his hand, the golden snake cone pointed at Du Wensong. "Boy, the acquaintance immediately sacrificed the talisman and left, otherwise, you can stay, and there is not one more refining god in the hands of the deity. ”

"The deity!? You are also worthy of the honor. You are also worthy of the deity amulet. Hahahaha, wounding his own disciples, pretending to be an elder. Since you no longer have an immortal seal, this immortal will naturally not allow you to ruin the dignity of my immortal sect in the lower realm. "It's a high-sounding statement. Unexpectedly, he fell for Langyu's plan again.

Agitating the general, he is afraid that his sacrifice talisman will run away. With a radical remark, Juniper couldn't run even if he wanted to. It's like this kind of play. Once he sacrifices the talisman, he will not be able to chase him.

It's not that the immortals are too stupid, it's just that in this world where martial arts are respected, who still has the heart to play with wit, as soon as the force comes out, you can't beat me, you will admit it, and if I defeat you, you are the master, and there is nothing else to be verbose. Only in a world where there is no Xuan Qi, and everyone's combat power is equal, has all kinds of strategies to win more with less and outnumber. This is also a product of natural selection.

The sword light rose, the golden mangs bloomed, and there was a loud "bang", and the two retreated. Langyu paddled more than two feet on the water and stepped on the shore.

"The surname is Qi, and then pretend to be dead and kill you together!" Du Wensong just took two wrong steps back, kicked the water, floated over, glared at Qi Zhiyuan, who was sitting in the water with his eyes closed, and shouted. That's a Venerable, he doesn't believe that just one face will make Lang Yu disabled, otherwise what else will he blow up, it will really be like the sacrificial talisman that kid said and leave.

The two immortals who climbed up shook their bodies and tried to stand up, and finally sat down.

A bunch of waste! Du Wensong scolded secretly, and there was no time to be distracted. Just as Lang Yu was stumbling, the phantom knife cong, shaking Qinglian, and dozens of knife shadows struck out in the face.

"Poof!" a golden turtle lit up, but it was too weak, and with a few soft sounds, the golden turtle didn't play much role, and pieces of cloth flew up inside it. A good fairy costume became a beggar's suit in the blink of an eye. Langyu jumped back again,

There were a few pains on the body, but there was no major problem. This kind of clothing is an ornament, and you never have to wash it when you wear it on yourself, and every time you don't get dirty, you will be beaten to pieces. The left hand was pushed downward, and the golden cone in the right hand pointed into the sky, and a lightning light flew up.

'The dragon is in the sky!' shouted, and the dragon shook his head. The dragon groaned, and the electricity sprayed. Ascended to a level, and before he had time to comprehend the next combat skill, the big battle came. Although the shape of the dragon has not changed, the momentum of the unity of the nine dragons is very different.

The people of the ancient clan will "turn into thunder", this Du Wensong has seen it a long time ago, but in his impression he is still in the state of the four dragons, and when he looks up at it, he can't help but be shocked. The dragon didn't kill him, but it gave him a sense of danger. seems to have suddenly realized that this is the mortal realm, and he can't do his best, if he really wants to be hit by this kid, in the eyes of his peers, his value will undoubtedly plummet.

Du Wensong, who was already accustomed to seeing him, couldn't bear this humiliation anymore, so he gritted his teeth and sacrificed a short knife, and the spirit weapon came out, which should be done in minutes, and the thunder would not react so quickly.

Semi-spiritual artifacts also have the characteristics of spiritual weapons, and there are spirits in them, which need to be sacrificed by divine consciousness, but the spirits in them are called dead spirits. The sacrificial spirit will hook the law, and if it is not recognized by the law of the mortal world, it will be killed.

Almost all the immortals who have passed through the lower realm have experienced the calamity, and no one wants to admit that they are suppressed below the Venerable without experiencing it personally. Du Wensong naturally tried, but if he destroyed the spirit weapon, the thunder would appear at least after three breaths, and the law would stop and the thunder would be collected.

Three breaths, extinguishing a small repair is enough. It's not a gamble, it's absolute confidence.

After thinking about it, he didn't hesitate anymore, and when the dragon opened his mouth, Du Wensong turned over and jumped back into the water, opening up the distance. The mouth was interrupted and he shouted, "Go!"

The short knife in his hand turned around, turned into a shadow, and cut to the dragon's head.

The dragon's head pressed down, and a cyan electric light shot out, "Bang-snort!", locking Du Wensong, but hitting the short knife. The short knife was good at it, but after a slight pause, in a cloud of light and shadow, it flew diagonally more than a meter down the dragon's head.

"Boom!" The five-colored strange light collapsed in the middle of the sky, and the Xuan Qi condensed, which was originally one, and exploded when it was disconnected. Most of the dragon's body disappeared, and the rest of the dragon disappeared in a few flashes. Lang Yu wanted to continue, but he didn't make it, he was shocked in the sea and shook his head.

Du Wensong on the other side is also uncomfortable, the half-spirit weapon is sealed with a dead spirit, basically has no autonomous consciousness, can only do some simple actions in the flying style, to use the formation in it to kill the enemy, but also focus on the controller's own divine consciousness. A few months ago, the dead ghost Song Guixi didn't dare to use it with a half-spirit weapon in his hand, just because he lacked divine sense, he sacrificed once, and without killing the enemy, he wasted half his life first, and he couldn't bear that crime.

Therefore, the blue dragon's electric light struck, and the spirit weapon was not in the ground, but Du Wensong shivered suddenly, and blood oozed out along the corners of his nostrils and mouth.

A spiritual weapon, stained with a spiritual word, is not an idle weapon. In such a big explosion, there was no damage at all, and he turned around and fell down.

"Spirit weapon?" Lang Yu narrowed his eyes, saw the doorway, and kicked his feet up to grab it. At this time, the trick practiced in the ancient family forest was useful. Treasure wow, now, he is a little crazy when he sees the treasure, that is the combat power, once he had it, he knew that the thing was related to life, and he went all the way here after he went to the lower realm, except for the physique of this demon, it was with a spiritual weapon. Now all that can be used has been taken away, and there is no madness when I see the treasure again.

People in this world don't know how to use flying knives, and knives that can fly are spiritual weapons in his eyes. At least a half-spirit weapon.

Du Wensong lost his mind, and when he raised his eyes again, he almost died of anger, the movement of the black shadow was too obvious. You can really do it, people grab weapons before they die, if this grandson succeeds, he will be famous in the fairy world.

Gritted his teeth and scolded, "Look for death!" As soon as his divine sense was destroyed, the short knife turned around and changed the original route, and Lang Yu in the air grabbed the air, and a cold light slid down his arm. Target - Throat!

"Damn!" Lang Yu's ascending Xuan Power hadn't been used up yet, and he saw that he had bumped into it, so he couldn't dodge. In mid-air, the body could not move, and only the neck could move, and in this instant, the right shoulder was lifted and the head was twisted to the left. "Poof!", the short knife stabbed under the shoulder blade. The demon body is broken.

The dagger had a hilt and a hole the size of a child's fist in the shoulder socket. Lang Yu leaned back, "Ah!" screamed in pain, this time it really hurt.

He kicked his feet a few times, and "plop!" smashed into the shallow water. The knife flower in front of him turned, and a little blood-colored cold light on the tip of the knife quickly magnified.