The sharp icicle broke through the air, far away, not yet in front of Fang Yi. The man threw out an ice pick, and the cold aura emitted made Fang Yi's body feel a cold aura that pierced through his skin.

"Huh".

In desperation, Fang Yi made a move, and the fire sword in the bag flew out instantly.

A dark red fire ignited on the spirit sword. Fang Yi, who was running for his life, waved his hand back, swinging the fire sword directly at the ice pick that was about to stab him.

"Zizizi, zizizi......".

Ice and fire met, and a puff of white smoke rose with this sound.

The cold that penetrated deep into his skin, Yan ignored Fang Yi's fire sword, rushed along the sword body to his sword-holding hand, forcibly swept Fang Yi's body.

His face couldn't help but change, Fang Yi hurriedly took out a bottle of Spirit Yuan Liquid from the storage bag, opened his mouth and poured it in.

It's not that his fire sword can't stop the ice pick. It's really too far from his and that monk's cultivation.

The icicle emitted by that monk was not enough to see just with the little spiritual power in Fang Yi's own body.

In order to resist this ice pick, he could only rely on refining the spirit essence liquid to block it with a steady stream of spiritual power.

His eyes shrank suddenly, and when he saw Fang Yi take out this spirit sword, a trace of greed appeared in the monk's eyes.

"I didn't expect you to have such treasures. It seems that I will not lose by chasing you! Swinging more ice picks, the monk's eyes stared straight at the spirit sword in Fang Yi's hand.

Continuing to wave the fire sword in his hand, Fang Yi's two inferior spirit weapons were summoned out of the storage bag by him.

Although he knew that the sword of fire might arouse the greed of this person. But there is no way to do it, don't take out the fire sword, and use other spiritual weapons to resist the ice pick.

I'm afraid I don't need to touch it much, let alone touch it. Those spiritual weapons will be completely shattered under the ice picks.

He himself must have been seriously injured.

"Boom".

Two inferior spirit weapons flew out, and Fang Yi commanded them, causing them to rush straight towards the reluctant monk who was chasing after him.

The golden light bloomed, and the moment the spirit weapon approached the man. A golden light that had been compressed to the extreme suddenly exploded in the spirit weapon.

Suddenly, the sudden explosion stopped the man.

"Soul Explosion".

After rushing through the smoke of the explosion, the monk exclaimed.

Two more low-grade spiritual weapons flew out of Fang Yi's storage bag. These low-grade spiritual artifacts bought from the Yindao Sect Trading Market at this moment exerted their greatest function.

"Boom".

Again, there was an alarming noise. The two inferior spirit weapons thrown by Fang Yi exploded again in front of that person.

Unexpectedly, this time, the figure of his sword flying was another block.

And Fang Yi took advantage of this obstacle to distance himself from that person a little more.

"What's going on, how can you possibly control the Spirit Explosion."

After rushing out of the billowing smoke and dust again, the monk looked at Fang Yi with an incredulous expression.

Isn't the Spiritual Explosion uncontrollable! But Fang Yi's successive behaviors in front of him seem to have been refuted, which is the common sense recognized by everyone in the cultivation world.

At present, this situation can no longer be explained by coincidence!

Two more lower-grade spirit weapons flew out of the storage bag, and at the same time, after Fang Yi took out the spirit weapons, he quietly took out a small bottle in his hand.

"Whew".

The spirit weapon broke through the air, and immediately after, Fang Yi threw out a small bottle with his hand.

There was a glint in his eyes, and the monk didn't care much about the galloping spiritual weapon. It was Fang Yi who seemed to have become a treasure in his eyes.

As long as he could capture Fang Yi, not only would the fire sword that was so strong that it didn't look like a medium-grade spiritual weapon at all, it would fall into his hands.

Even the method of controlling the spiritual explosion can't escape his palm.

"Hehe, as long as you hand over the spirit weapon in your hand and tell me the method of controlling the spirit explosion, I can consider sparing your life." The giant hand transformed by the aura grew out of his hand, directly fanning open the two inferior spiritual weapons that were about to explode in front of him. The monk spoke.

Without accosting him, Fang Yi continued to rush forward. He won't believe this man's nonsense, now that he is not far from "there", as long as he can survive for a while, then he can control the capital to rebel against this person.

When the time comes, it will not be so difficult to escape from this man.

Seeing another small bottle flying in front of him, the monk didn't pay much attention.

The big hand transformed by the aura slapped again, and the bottle shattered in response. And the fragments of the broken bottle were fanned far away by his giant hand.

Dark green smoke suddenly rushed out of the shattered bottle. To the monk's surprise, the smoke from the shattered bottle crawled along his spiritual hand to his real hand.

"Ahh

A terrible scream rang out in the wasteland. To the monk's surprise, what was hidden in the ordinary bottle was so terrifying.

It only took one breath to completely rot his entire hand.

However, he was also decisive. Seeing that the smoke was so terrifying, he placed a spiritual shield in front of him to isolate the smoke.

With the other hand raised, he endured the pain and cut off the whole hand.

"Ah, I'm going to kill you, and I'm going to break you to pieces today." After suffering such a big loss, the monk's eyes turned red for a moment.

yelling, roaring, looking like he was going to fight Fang Yi endlessly.

No longer care about the spirit sword in Gu Fangyi's hand, as well as the control method of the spirit explosion.

The monk had his hair scattered, and one of his robes was drooping and covered in blood. It was like a madness, and it rushed straight towards Fang Yi.

With the help of the dark green smoke, that is, the huge poison of the night toad that had been collected, Fang Yi had already escaped a long way.

Seeing the great poison of the night toad, who did not poison this monk as he wished, Fang Yi sighed in his heart.

However, this was not too surprising to him. After all, the poison of this night toad itself is not much, and many of it has been diluted in the air.

The poison that directly acts on this person, and the poison does not kill this person, but it is normal.

Covered in blood, the monk looked rather embarrassed. He didn't expect that a sixth-level Qi refining cultivator could make him so unbearable.

This is really, too much for him.

The spiritual weapon under the soles of his feet flashed with light, and a dazzling cold light suddenly rushed out from the soles of the monk's feet.

I saw countless sharp ice picks. side by side, whistling, breaking through the air in front of the two of them, and stabbing Fang Yi's heart.

His complexion couldn't help but change greatly, seeing that this person broke out with such a powerful blow. Fang Yi looked at the short distance in front of him, and gritted his teeth without hesitation.

The trap he has to rely on is right in front of him, and he can't fall here!

Just hold on a little longer and rush there, relying on this trap, even if you can't kill this person. But it should still be possible to get rid of this person.

The flame on the spirit sword became more and more intense, and at the same time, Fang Yi swallowed all the remaining half bottle of spirit essence liquid in his hand into his stomach.

He will hold on to whatever he says, if he can escape this catastrophe. Relying on his accumulation, not to mention the seventh layer of qi refining, even the eighth layer of qi refining, he may not be able to cultivate in a short period of time.

An endless stream of spiritual energy rushed out from Fang Yi's dantian, and all of them converged on the fire sword in his hand.

Faintly, in his own aura burst to the extreme. An astonishing beast roar, to his consternation, roared out from within the spirit sword.