The tall and thin old man and the remaining monks did not dare to part anymore, and they all rushed towards Wei Ci. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wei Ci did not retreat, but advanced, took a step forward, shrunk into inches, and instantly came to the eyes of the thin and tall old man.

Fang Cai Wei Ci slashed the two of them in a row, and it did consume a lot of spiritual power, but it was definitely not as much as the thin and tall old man imagined.

However, the enemy is weak, waiting for the opportunity to fight and win.

The tall and thin old man narrowed his eyes, and his face was almost undetectable, as if he couldn't imagine that Wei Ci chose to face him directly.

"It's your own death!"

The tall and thin old man snorted coldly in his heart, not afraid at all.

He's not a miscellaneous member of those Qi refining periods! What a self-defeating way to die!

The slender old man must have two axes if he has the ability to cultivate to the middle stage of foundation building, and he doesn't know how old Wei Porcelain is, so he naturally has a lot of combat experience, so it's no wonder that the thin and tall old man looks down on Wei Porcelain.

The Wei porcelain sword and the slender old man's flesh palm touched, and there was a series of gold and iron collision sounds, bursting out with a little spark.

Obviously, the tall and thin old man must have cultivated a technique to exercise his body, and his palms were as hard as fine iron, comparable to sharp weapons.

Wei Ci secretly screamed in his heart.

Her saber had been damaged when she had broken through the sword net before, and at this time, it had collided with the flesh of the tall and thin old man, and there was a crack.

The tall and thin old man also noticed this, and sneered as he stepped up his attack:

"Boy, your luck ends here!"

He agitated his spiritual power, and his body forging skills were transported to the extreme, and a layer of black light appeared around his body, and the whole person suddenly lost weight, and truly became a skeleton wrapped in a layer of human skin.

Concentrate on attacking Wei Ci.

The thin and tall old man let the long sword slash at his body, and his palms were like butterflies piercing flowers, grabbing towards the façade of Wei porcelain.

Wei Ci tightly wrinkled his eyebrows, his body was orderly, as flexible and slippery as a swimming fish, and he could avoid the attack of the thin and tall old man just right every time.

The tall and thin old man laughed triumphantly, pressing forward step by step.

Wei Ci was forced to defend and fell into the most unfavorable war of attrition, a gas refining and energy consumption that passed the foundation building period?

Although there are steamed buns dragging the monk in the early stage of foundation building, there is no need to guard against sneak attacks, but the break of the sword is getting worse and worse, Wei Ci, as a sword cultivator, without the sword, his strength will definitely drop greatly, and the crisis will increase greatly for a while.

If you go on like this, you will definitely lose!

There are some attack magic weapons given by the senior brothers in the storage bag, but none of them are swords, which is really unlucky.

In the Xiaolingyun Realm, as long as there is a sword cultivation on the table, there will definitely be a natal Dao sword, but Wei Ci's current cultivation is too low, and he is not qualified to enter the sword mound of Wangjian Feng to obtain a natal Dao sword, and the rest of the swords used can only be called a sword, that is, a sword to wear temporarily, probably because the senior brothers have their own natal Dao swords, and they have forgotten that she still needs a saber, so no one thinks about giving her a saber.

Although most of these magic weapons they sent could seriously injure or even kill the tall and thin old man after they were activated, she didn't want to use them until she had to, let alone rely on these foreign objects.

Wei Ci immediately made a decision, used the floating light to open a certain distance from the old man, gave up fighting with the thin and tall old man, stood still, and then carefully injected the thunder spiritual power into the sword, but was careful not to let the light of the thunder and lightning be exposed outside the sword body. Without any fancy faces, he went straight to the door of the black-robed old man.

The thin and tall old man was overjoyed when he saw this, thinking that Wei Ci's spiritual power was exhausted, and it was already the end of the strong crossbow when the donkey's skills were exhausted, he laughed, and grabbed Wei Ci with both palms, and carelessly exposed his chest.

The attack of the tall and thin old man was already in front of her, but Wei Ci couldn't retreat at all, she had to seize this opportunity to save her own life.

The thin and tall old man stepped forward, facing the eyes of Shangwei porcelain Gujing Wubo, and suddenly realized that the situation was wrong.

Immediately wanted to retreat, this is Wei Ci vigorously threw the saber forward!

At the same time, the thunder that had been suppressed flashed, and a purple light flashed, and a blood hole appeared in the left chest of the thin and tall old man!

"You ......"

The tall and thin old man was stunned, and a rain of blood with dark red fragments erupted from his mouth, and he fell straight down. And the sword that was thrown out was completely broken, and it could no longer be used.

Wei Ci endured the faint sharp pain caused by the excessive use of spiritual power in the dantian, swallowed a mouthful of blood that gushed into his throat, and turned to look coldly at the remaining monk who was fighting with steamed buns.

The monk noticed that Wei Ci had killed the tall and thin man, and his face was full of horror and disbelief, perverted! What a pervert! A person in the Qi refining period actually killed a tall and thin old man in the middle stage of foundation building, and no one believed him when he said it.

He's going to run! Run away!

Escape from this pervert!

Together, this thought completely dissipated the fighting spirit.

Taking advantage of the monk's low morale, Mantou was bent on escaping, and grabbed his head with a claw, leaving him dead.

After solving the monk, the steamed bun jumped back on Wei Ci's shoulder, raised his paws to invite Wei Ci, "Woo, woo, da......" remember one roast chicken, no, two.

It's a pity that Wei Ci can't understand its words, and it is doomed to disappointment.

Wei Ci looked around, looking at the five corpses lying on the ground, no more or less, and there was no omission, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.