The light blue armor is flowing, the fine carvings are dense and clear, and the mystical Dao is simple and profound. Looking at this Spirit Treasure armor, Fang Yi frowned.

I really didn't expect Zhao Yin to have such a thing!

Although the armor itself is not of high grade, it is only a low-grade spiritual weapon. But in terms of preciousness and rarity, this low-grade spirit weapon armor used for defense is simply comparable to the medium-grade spirit weapon used for attack.

Of course, its usefulness should not be underestimated, not to mention Fang Yi's heavy blow just now. Even other attack spirit weapons that are also inferior to each other will not be able to break through his defenses in a short period of time.

"I didn't expect that you, a small third-level Qi Refining Cultivator, would be able to force me to this point. Let me rely on the 'Blue Spirit Armor' given by my uncle to save my life." Zhao Yin, whose face was full of murderous intent and his eyes were red, looked at Fang Yidao.

"That's all you can do, though. What about being physically strong? Monk battles rely on aura. Whatever the treasure, I'm going to kill you today anyway. After a word, looking at Fang Yi, Zhao Yin said viciously.

The white aura like the wind flowed, slowly rippling on Zhao Yin's sword. As his words fell, the air around him rioted as if at this moment.

"Wind Spirit Root"!

Seeing this, Fang Yi was shocked. His face couldn't help but change, but he didn't expect that one of Zhao Yin's twin spirit roots was the wind spirit root.

Although Zhao Yin has it in front of him, it is definitely not a pure wind spirit root. But that's it, it's difficult enough, after all, with the weird and changeable nature of the wind attribute spirit root, he is really a little stretched to deal with it with the three-layer cultivation of qi refining.

"Wow".

On the water blue spirit sword, the flowing aura rose in an instant. With this, Fang Yi poured all the spiritual energy he could transport into it.

Until, on the light blue spirit sword, there were demonic sparks. At the same time, Fang Yi's other free hand slapped the storage belt. Directly took out a stack of spirit runes inside.

Although it was a little difficult to deal with this wind spirit root, he had to bear it no matter what. Because of the real killer move, he hasn't activated it yet.

"Huhuhuhu".

The wind swirled wildly, and under Zhao Yin's swing of the spirit sword, a qi blade in the air sometimes turned into shape, and sometimes disappeared without a trace. It turned into a few sword qi that was several feet thick.

"Huh".

The furious Zhao Yin finally moved, and a few inches long qi blades roared, and a dense array of Chao Fang Yi attacked.

Seeing this, Fang Yi walked his legs to a certain place in the clearing. Slowly, naturally so natural that it is not easy to detect.

At the same time, four or five spirit runes that were comparable to a spell on the fifth layer of qi refining were violently thrown out by Fang Yi.

The sand made of earthy yellow aura, the river transformed by aqua blue aura, and the flame ...... made of orange aura. In an instant, the spells formed by these spirit runes were directly manifested in mid-air one by one.

"Crack, crack, crack".

"Boom, boom".

The two came into contact, and the whole region began to riot.

The incessant explosion erupted directly in mid-air. The invisible resistance is spreading in all directions at this moment.

The sound continued, and rows of tall trees fell one after another. The wind roared, like giving birth to a wind dragon, and directly lifted a layer of loess on the ground.

Seeing this, taking advantage of this riot, Fang Yi pretended to escape. With the force under his feet, his legs quickly rushed somewhere.

"Knock, knock, knock".

chased after him quickly, and saw that Fang Yi was leaving. Zhao Yin, who had already been ignited by anger and greed, held the spirit sword and rushed towards Fang Yi with his body leaping.

The qi blade and sword qi continued to slash out from the spirit sword in Zhao Yin's hand. In response to this, Fang Yi took out the spirit talisman from the storage bag, without even thinking about it, his hand moved straight behind him.

The sound is constant, and the air blade is endless. Even though the explosions endangered him from time to time, Fang Yi ignored it completely. The things that let the explosion blow up left scars on his skin.

After chasing and being chased for a long time, Fang Yi finally stopped his body when he fled somewhere and threw out the last spirit rune.

"Run, why don't you run. Can't run? ”。 Seeing Fang Yi stop, Zhao Yin said mockingly.

"Hehe, escape? When I come to this place, the burial place I have prepared for you, shall I escape? Give me your life. Fang Yi stopped his body, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a cold killing machine that could freeze the scorching heat of June came out of his body in an instant.

"Whew, shmmm, smh".

The "wind chain" suddenly appeared, accompanied by Fang Yi's falling words. In an instant, where Zhao Yin was standing, the situation changed abruptly. Walls of earth rose around him. Wind chains erupted from his side.

A few breaths of effort, the earth wall and the wind chain, trapped Zhao Yin in a very small area.

"Beginner Spirit Array, 'Earth Wall Wind Chain Array'. Hehe, with this? What's the use of a spirit array that can only trap people for more than ten breaths, can you still use it to kill me." After seeing this formation clearly, Zhao Yin sneered indifferently.

There was no answer. Silently, silently, a pat on the storage bag. A fiery red spirit sword with a breathing aura and bursts of coercion appeared in Fang Yi's palm.

The aura is desperately moving from the inside of the body to the outside. Familiar, mentally practiced countless times. Constantly, it is unleashed between the fingers of Fang Yi.

With this, the fiery red spirit sword rose faintly. The body of the sword is rippling with endless flames, and the hilt of the sword is engraved with a fierce and violent fire-attribute demon beast. These are growing stronger and bigger in the process of rising.

Three, six, nine.

One zhang, two zhang, three zhang.

In Zhao Yin's stunned gaze, this spirit sword soon appeared above his head.

"How is that possible? How can it be? You are only at the third level of Qi refining, but this is a medium-grade spirit sword. Not to mention your own aura, even your body is ......." Speaking of this, Zhao Yin couldn't help but pause.

Suddenly, he thought in horror. Judging from the situation just now with Fang Yi, Fang Yi's physique can definitely resist the coercion of a medium-grade spirit weapon.

A vast, terrifyingly powerful fiery red spirit sword. Hanging above Zhao Yin's head. It is like a sword of punishment with the rules of heaven, waiting for its master to descend from time to moment.

His lips trembled slightly, and his face turned pale. Touching the storage bag in one hand, and trembling in the other, he held the spirit sword.

Zhao Yin was terrified.

It was difficult to control this medium-grade spirit sword, and the spiritual power in his body was like flowing water. In just a few breaths, Fang Yi felt a sense of emptiness in the dantian.

Gritting his teeth, he struggled to weaken his body. Fang Yi's face was decisive and he shouted.

"Go".

As the word came out, the fiery red spirit sword hanging above Zhao Yin's head exploded.

"Boom, boom, boom".

The surrounding air was castrated by the spirit sword, and the sound was suppressed. With the fiery flame of the fire bonus sword, it locked Zhao Yin and slowly fell.

"Boom".

The spirit sword fell, and a sound that shook a radius of more than ten zhang suddenly sounded before it was far better.

With the place where Zhao Yin is located as the center of the circle, within a distance of more than ten zhang in all directions, at this moment, there is a powerful earthquake.

The land fell, and the ancient trees fell. In all directions, at this time, they suffered a catastrophe comparable to the punishment of heaven .......