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"Ahh My rhino shield! This is a high-level magic weapon! He was immediately distressed, this rhino horn shield was bought by him at a great price, and he spent three years with him, and several times at the last moment, he blocked the enemy's killing moves for him. Unexpectedly, he was damaged by the tail hook of this black scorpion.

And at this moment, the ghost spirit scorpion had already swung its tail hook again and stabbed at Zheng Yawu's chest, and the momentum was even more fierce than just now.

Where does Zheng Yawu dare to take it hard now, he hurriedly turned over with a harrier, and his body flew out upside down seven or eight feet away, so that he narrowly avoided this fatal blow.

"! Shang Cheng Sheng's kid was the one, he said that Qin Yuxuan was like a waste, saying that this guy hooked up with the granddaughter of a certain elder before he mixed into the Shushan faction. But looking at this guy's spirit beast, the strength is so strong, I'm afraid that even if Rong Kuan comes to deal with him, it will be quite difficult......"

"And I didn't even think about it carefully, so I agreed to Cheng Sheng's conditions and only asked for 100,000 spirit stones...... What a loss! My broken rhino horn shield alone is worth 60,000 spirit stones......" Zheng Yawu was already annoyed at this time, but he didn't have time to regret his choice, because the ghost spirit scorpion had already chased after him again, and the tail hook was Huohuo, the cold light was shining, and it stabbed straight at his vital parts.

Fortunately, although Zheng Yawu's combat effectiveness is not first-class, his kung fu to escape is okay, and when he sees that the situation is not good, he immediately runs away. Although the strength of the ghost spirit scorpion is higher than him, and the speed of running is faster than him. But Zheng Yawu turned a corner while running, and did not run in a straight line in one direction, so it took some time to catch up with him......

And when Zheng Yawu was chased by the ghost spirit scorpion like a lost dog, Qian Sanshui was facing Qin Yuxuan head-on. （

He didn't dare to be careless at this time, and hurriedly turned on the defensive shield, just in case.

Then, Qian Sanshui said something in his mouth, and saw eight silver-white ice picks rising in the air, floating in front of him and spinning.

"Go ahead!"

Qian Sanshui shouted, and the eight ice picks immediately went straight to the eight darts to meet them. He planned to shoot down the eight darts with his ice pick technique.

In Qian Sanshui's opinion, his Ice Pick Technique has been cultivated to the Great Perfection level, and it should be enough to block these eight darts that are only high-level magic weapons.

Moreover, even if you can't block it, you should be able to ensure that your body is safe if you turn on the defensive shield.

"Dzogchen's Icicle Technique?" Seeing this, Qin Yuxuan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and then his mind flashed, and with a slight wave of his hands, he saw eight red fireballs the size of watermelons appear at the same time, and then flew towards Qian Sanshui's eight ice picks at an extremely fast speed.

"The fireball technique of the Dacheng stage? Dare to go head-to-head with my Great Perfection level icicle technique? Qian Sanshui was relieved when he saw the eight fireballs flying over.

Ice spells are mutated attributes from water-based spells, so they still have a certain restraint effect on fire-based spells.

The fireball technique of the Dacheng stage can be said to be a complete defeat in front of the ice pick technique of the Great Perfection level.

After listening to the eight loud sounds of "bang, bang, bang, bang......", eight fireballs and eight ice picks collided in the air, and then the eight ice picks were melted by the fireballs and turned into water droplets. And the droplets of water were baked in the air by the fire, and soon turned into water vapor.

At the same time, the eight fireballs, which were significantly weakened in power and temperature, slammed into Qian Sanshui's defensive shield at an extremely fast speed.

"Peng!"

After a loud bang, the shield, which was only condensed by spiritual energy, burst open with a "bang" under the impact of these eight fireballs, and became countless fragments.

"Not good! This is not a fireball technique in the Dacheng stage at all, but a fire bomb technique in the introductory stage! The two are about the same size, but their power is not the same. This Fire Bomb Technique is a mid-level spell, one level higher than the Ice Pick Technique, no wonder it can easily melt my Ice Pick, and even break my defensive shield with residual strength......" Qian Sanshui only reacted at this time.

He was even more depressed. Secretly wondering if this Qin Yuxuan was only in the early stage of condensation? How can you start cultivating the Fire Bomb Technique? This is completely a magic cultivation genius, where is the kind of embroidered pillow that Cheng Sheng said, a belly of grass, relying on hooking up with the granddaughter of an elder of the Shushan faction, to blend into the little white face of the sect......

Qian Sanshui had already scolded Cheng Sheng so much in his heart that he even thought that Cheng Sheng was deliberately cheating himself.

At the same time, the eight darts continued to move forward without being hindered, flying towards Qian Sanshui's vital parts......

"Not good!" Qian Sanshui monster screamed, and then came to a "lazy donkey rolling" on the spot, and finally narrowly avoided the fatal blow, but the placket of his body had been pierced by darts in many places, and his whole body was covered with scars and blood.

"Why is this Qin Yuxuan's strength so strong? And the means are endless, and it is really difficult...... "If it weren't for his clear feeling that Qin Yuxuan was only a condensate early stage cultivator, just looking at his spell level, he would definitely think that this guy was a late stage condensation cultivator."

said that it was too late, and before he could get up, he saw that Qin Yuxuan had already deceived him like a ghost, with a faint blue light on his body.

"Wind Resistant? The movement speed is already so fast, and it is still silent, it must have reached the Great Perfection level...... Oh, my God! What kind of horror is this? He has such a high attainment in fire spells and wind spells! Qian Sanshui only felt cold in his heart.

It is not for nothing that a condensation stage monk has cultivated both spells to the Great Perfection level, on the contrary, there are quite a few. But that's limited to the same type of spell.

For example, the water archery and hydrotherapy spells that are both water-based spells, and the fireball spells and the fire wave spells that are both fire-attribute spells,

However, he cultivated both spells of different systems to the Great Perfection level. It's definitely not something that ordinary monks can do, only the kind of genius who is far superior to ordinary immortal cultivators in terms of magic comprehension can do it.

But such a perverted character, Cheng Sheng's bastard actually said that he was a waste, and he was able to get into the Shushan faction by hitching a ride with the elder's granddaughter, did he want to kill himself or deliberately lower the price? Qian Sanshui was already extremely angry in his heart at this moment.

However, he no longer had a chance to settle accounts with Cheng Sheng. Because after Qin Yuxuan approached him, he had already punched him in the chest, and the punch was extremely strong, and the tiger was vigorous.

Although Qian Sanshui was wearing purple gold armor and the grade was also a high-level defensive magic weapon, he couldn't stop the power of this punch at all.

With a "poof", Qin Yuxuan's fist penetrated through his left chest, and a wave of blood stretched out from behind him, completely shattering his heart.

"Oh my God! He was still an individual cultivator, and he had also cultivated the Brute Bull Fist to the Great Perfection level. He should also be wearing a fist glove of a top-level magic weapon on his hand, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a powerful penetrating power! My purple gold armor is completely an ornament in front of his fist strength...... "This is also Qian Sanshui's thoughts before he died, in the big hole on his chest and back, the crimson blood is still gushing out, but a pair of eyes have lost their brilliance.

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