"I can't help myself!"

Luan Tong stretched out his right hand, five dark red nails emitting a terrifying cold light under the reflection of the firelight, grinning scarlet lips, and white teeth made the whole wrinkled face look even more eerie.

Ding~ The dark red nails and the long sword collided together, making a crisp sound.

Shi Zhenxiang's face was calm and unafraid, and the sword he stabbed out was just pointed, and he took a step back to dissolve the huge impact force.

The left hand behind his back suddenly poked out, and a purple spell appeared in his palm, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Burst Spell!"

Hum ~ The purple rune emitted a faint fluorescence under the infusion of Lingyuan power, and the mysterious runes depicted seemed to be alive in the talisman.

Luan Tong clearly felt the domineering aura coming from the spell, his red pupils shrank, and he hurriedly wanted to withdraw his outstretched arm.

He was suppressed for hundreds of years, and he survived by consuming essence and blood, and his body suffered serious losses. Facing the Burst Spell that he once disdained again, now it will also give him a lot of damage.

To put it in a more appropriate sentence, it is back pain, and the body has been hollowed out .......

The corners of Shi Zhenxiang's mouth rose, and his eyes mocked: "I want to run now, it's too late!"

The bursting spell in the palm of his hand suddenly turned into a cloud of streamer light and gushed out forward.

Luan Tong's eyes froze, the distance was too close, and it was too late to dodge, so he had to grit his teeth and stretch out his hands to face the bar.

Rumble!

A majestic force blasted forward with a momentum visible to the naked eye, enveloping Luan Tong entirely.

The huge force exploded, and a thin man was blasted out like a cannonball!

"Uncle Shi is mighty!" Chen Yifei waved his fist excitedly, looking excited.

"Elder Shi is mighty!" the others saw the demon being blown away, and their faces also showed joy.

The scene of his companion being devoured by the demon and reduced to a dried corpse was really shocking, and everyone's hearts were shrouded in the fear of death.

Shi Zhenxiang's blow was like a shot in the arm, and it suddenly made others seem to see hope.

Xia Yutong tightened the Qinghong Sword in his hand, and his beautiful eyes were full of solemnity.

She didn't like this powerlessness of life and death being manipulated by others, and secretly swore in her heart that she must improve her strength as soon as possible in order to better protect her family!

"Hmph, the old man's methods are okay!" Shi Zhenxiang raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to show off to someone behind him.

Xiao Chen pursed his lips, raised his chin and teased: "You still think about whether the charm in your hand is enough, but he is completely enraged by you." ”

"Huh?" Shi Zhenxiang turned his head to look at suspiciously.

I saw the thin body lying on the ground slowly standing up, his hands were blown open, the wounds were deep and the bones were visible, and his red eyes were looking at him with grinning teeth.

Luan Tong Senbai's teeth glowed coldly, and his hoarse voice said coldly: "You, damn it!"

The corners of Xiao Chen's lips rose, and he teased: "Do you still have a charm, hurry up and give him another ten and eight sheets, maybe he won't be able to stand up." ”

The corners of Shi Zhenxiang's mouth twitched, he could fight against his senior brother's level of charms, it was already very painful to use one, and there were eight out of ten, can you not go to heaven!

Xia Yutongmei looked at the man beside her, her beautiful eyes were full of appreciation: "He is still in the mood to ridicule, and his courage is really good material for cultivation, but it's a pity that he missed the best starting age." ”

Click~

Luan Tong twisted his neck, his red gaze scanning everyone.

Suddenly, without warning, the figure disappeared, and before everyone could react, it suddenly appeared in front of a monk.

The palm of his hand that was deep into the wound and grabbed the monk's arms.

He was injured by a spell and needed to repair his body!

"Ah~save~. The monk's eyes widened in horror, the cultivation of the foundation building period could not even resist, and could only watch as Senkai's teeth bit down on his neck.

Just when Moribai's teeth were about to touch his skin.

A burst of shouts rang out: "Fanguang Mirror, disease!"

Sou~

A flash of light shot out, piercing the dry shoulders in the blink of an eye.

Luan Tong screamed, his body took several steps backwards under the huge penetrating force, and almost none of them fell!

"Giggle~" The monk swam between life and death, a frightened gurgling sound came out of his throat, and the cold sweat had soaked his heart, and he trembled all over.

It feels like a roller coaster, one second you are still stuck in hell, and the next second you are ascending to heaven!

"How about it, the old man's treasure mirror is not bad!" Shi Zhenxiang held a bronze mirror with a handle in his hand, and his face was dumbfounded.

The envy of the foundation building monks is worthy of being the elder monk and the elder brother of the Yuan Infant Period, and there are many magic weapons!

"Although it is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, it has a sharp attack and a combination of offense and defense, and it is comparable to a medium-grade spiritual weapon in actual combat. ”

Xiao Chen gave an evaluation from the bottom of his heart from the runes carved by the bronze mirror.

Woo~!

Luan Tong's eyes were red, and he looked at the wound that had been pierced through his shoulder but no blood was flowing out.

A low growl came from his throat, obviously interrupted and already annoyed!

"Disease~!Disease~!Disease~!"

Shi Zhenxiang pinched his fingers and continuously stimulated three rays of light from the bronze mirror and shot forward.

Luan Tong tapped his feet and easily dodged it.

Three rays of light shone on the ground, digging out three deep pits the size of bowls!

Xiao Chen couldn't help but shake his head secretly, although the attack of the bronze mirror was sharp, but the speed was a shortcoming, and if he couldn't hit the enemy, it was just a waste of spiritual power.

Shi Zhenxiang didn't continue to attack, his brows furrowed deeply, and he obviously found the same problem.

"Roar!" Luan Tong suspended in mid-air and stared at the old man holding the bronze mirror, and raised his head and let out a long roar.

A tyrannical aura erupted!

Shi Zhenxiang's pupils couldn't help shrinking under the pressure of the majestic and tyrannical aura, and shouted: "Quick, move closer to me!"

After speaking, he raised his hand and threw the bronze mirror into the air, pinched his fingers and shouted: "Defense!"

With the introduction of the fingertip spiritual yuan power, the copper mirror suspended in mid-air emitted a layer of faint ripples, and the spreading ripples covered everyone like a transparent turtle shell.

As soon as the mask was formed, Luan Tong shot over like a sharp arrow off the string, and his sharp nails scratched at the surface of the mask, making a piercing sound.

Although the voice was harsh, it at least blocked the other party, making everyone's hearts relax.

Their task is to stall for time, not to kill, and it is naturally perfect to maintain a stalemate all the time, as long as they wait for the arrival of the large army.

It's a pity, how could Luan Tong not enjoy the food in front of him.

The sleek, skeleton-like fist clenched, and a faint red light wrapped around the fist.

Rumble~!

Under the bombardment of the fist, the transparent turtle shell shook violently.

Shi Zhenxiang's brows furrowed, obviously receiving the impact, and shouted loudly: "Don't be stunned, hurry up and help!"