Wu Xiaoqing lowered his head, but just finished operating the mobile phone, and when he raised his head, he saw a white lightning flash in front of him, and then he heard a huge sound caused by the collision of metal, and when he reacted again, Yan Xiu's white sword was already tightly attached to the wall in the cave along with the shield. Because of the excessive force, the sword and shield were deeply embedded in the soil in the wall, and it could be seen that the Baijiao sword itself continued to exert power, although the sword body had been embedded in the wall, it was still vibrating slightly, like a snake that was bitten but unwilling to resist. It's just that because of the huge suction power of the Xuantie Shield, every point of this action is extraordinarily heavy.

"Wu Xiaoqing, quick!"

Before this, the search and rescue team had explained to him that Wu Xiaoqing also knew that the entire battle process was the most critical few seconds of the entire battle. Yan Xiu's sword has already come, and the other party's sword is also moving towards Yan Xiu, Yan Xiu's sword relies on spirit stones, and can reach it first with greater acceleration, but if Wu Xiaoqing can't fail to grasp this opportunity, then a few seconds later, at most ten seconds, this enemy's sword will also find Yan Xiu.

It was a mutual decapitation operation.

The speed of the flying carpet has been increased to the extreme, and Wu Xiaoqing only sees the distance between the opponent and himself, which is rapidly approaching.

He picked up his pistol and aimed it at the other party.

The other party opened his eyes and looked at the muzzle of the black hole in Wu Xiaoqing's hand, and the look on his face was frightened and strange. As an "immortal" with first-class sight-catching ability, the three shots that Wu Xiaoqing fired just now naturally made him understand that the pistol in Wu Xiaoqing's hand was a magic weapon that fired high-speed projectiles. Although he couldn't feel the spiritual power in it, he had just seen the energy contained in those three small metal blocks.

In a hurry, he exerted force on the wall behind him, and the whole person flew directly in the direction of his shield with this power, and the experience of the three shots just now made him realize that although he could not retrieve the shield for a while, the spiritual power in the shield could distort the path of the opponent's projectile.

Only when he had just completed this action, Wu Xiaoqing fired.

Wu Xiaoqing's firing frequency was very fast, almost one after another, without the slightest interruption, and the 12 rounds in the magazine were finished by him as quickly as possible.

As far as the reaction of the immortals is concerned, every bullet that is fired, their flight trajectory, he can clearly see.

If his flying sword is still in his hand, he can control the flying sword and easily use these projectiles as a shuttlecock and shoot them back one by one; If his shield was still in front of him, as long as he injected some spiritual power, these projectiles would be easily absorbed, just like the previous three.

But now, he has nothing but two hands.

He could only subconsciously raise his hand, he quickly grabbed the first bullet with his left hand, and the second with his right hand, but the third shot was already in his chest at this time, and he had to try to rotate his body, hoping to avoid him. But after that, the fourth, the fifth...... The twelfth law, like a net, completely enveloped him in a barrage.

The bullet easily burrowed into his body, seemingly hitting an artery in his heart, and blood gushed out like a fountain. The blood spread quickly in the air, and soon formed a cloud of blood mist, enveloping his whole body in it.

This blood mist made Wu Xiaoqing unable to see the appearance of the people in it, he didn't know if the other party had lost his combat effectiveness, and he also didn't know how these flying people reacted to the gunshot wound - this kind of massive blood loss must be a dead end for the earthlings, but what about the flying people?

Wu Xiaoqing calmly obeyed the command of the search and rescue team, took out the magazine again, and filled it with loads. Until the second light.

After changing to the third magazine, he dared to cautiously approach the red area.

In a gravity-free environment, the reaction force formed after the blood is splashed out due to the rapid blood loss will push the whole person in the opposite direction, little by little. When Wu Xiaoqing entered the mist, he saw such a picture - the whole corpse was moving along the wall little by little, as if the person was not dead yet, and was struggling to crawl to survive.

After confirming that the other party was dead and had no ability to resist, the search and rescue team called Yan Xiu by radio: "Yan Xiu, are you okay?" ”

"I didn't ...... It's okay, he's dead? In the voice of the radio, Yan Xiu's speech sounded more hurried.

"Dead."

"Where are you?"

"Right next to your sword."

"I'm coming, be careful."

Yan Xiu put down the "microphone" in his hand, and looked at the sword that was in front of him, only thousands of meters away, and was aimed straight at him, only to feel that in a moment, it seemed that he had been reborn once. Just now, the moment he saw the sword coming towards him, Yan Xiu had almost given up any idea of resisting - he was used to this kind of death. In the experience of all cultivators, the scene of facing the attack of the flying sword before death is a common memory of almost everyone.

But as he closed his eyes and waited for the sword to continue, he found that the sword had gone off course, and he flashed the sword lightly, and as he saw the sword in front of him, he turned around with difficulty, facing himself again—and it made him realize that the situation seemed to have taken a turn for the better.

Generally speaking, in this kind of life-and-death duel, the speed at which a cultivator controls the sword is a matter of an instant, and a sword is always as fast as a sword, but there has never been a reason to slow down. If it slows down, it often means that there is something wrong with the cultivator's own mind, and it is usually a forced distraction – and in a duel, being forced to be distracted, which is usually a sign of imminent defeat.

Yan Xiu knew that his Baijiao Sword had failed, and the only ones who could make the other party fall into such a situation were naturally Wu Xiaoqing and Mr. Wu.

It's just that until he heard Wu Xiaoqing come over and say that the other party was dead, he couldn't figure out how Wu Xiaoqing, a mere mortal, could hurt the other party. Yan Xiu clearly remembered that Wu Xiaoqing had no blades on his body, let alone weapons, even if the other party lost the protection of the Xuantie Shield, Wu Xiaoqing only had empty fists and feet.

In this battle just now, most of the spiritual power of the spirit stone that Yan Xiu carried with him had been used, and the storage in his body was even more empty, and there was no trace of energy to fly. Yan Xiu couldn't take a break, and after recovering some aura, he set off again. But they found that at this moment, they were surrounded by everyone, they saw Yan Xiu's prostration, they all showed horror, and then looked at Yan Xiu's left hand spirit stone, it was already dim, and there was no flying sword on his side, and they all knew that this battle was Yan Xiu's victory.

"Not to be underestimated!" It is not difficult to hear that some people in the crowd are envious, "After more than ten years of cultivation, I can actually break through the Xuantie Shield, it seems that the Nine Heavens Gate is not useless." ”

"I'm afraid that there is something else wrong, the people of the Nine Heavens Gate have always only hid on the Nine Heavens Island, sneaking and shrinking their heads, trying to be safe. The aura there is thin, and there has never been any character for hundreds of years, but he just relies on the Nine Heavens Illusion Mirror to barely protect himself. Now in this battle, in my opinion, the key is not in the words and cultivation, but in the mortal. ”

"Oh? How so? ”

"Just now, everyone heard a series of sounds in the southeast direction, the sound was like a thunderbolt bell, it must be a new magic weapon again, and it is really the location of the Lord of the Xuantie Shield."

"Oh, Brother Dao, you can also know this?"

"Of course? When it comes to divine thought tracking, I'm second, and no one here dares to rank first. ”

When Yan Xiu passed by the crowd, the crowd once again made way for him. This time, the empty space around Yan Xiu was obviously larger than the last time in Wanling Island. Since this battle has been won, the Xuantie shield will naturally belong to Yan Xiu, plus the spirit stone in Yan Xiu's hand......

"This soul test conference, there is a good show."

When Yan Xiu saw Mr. Wu, he found that he was carefully observing the corpse. After Yan Xiu walked in, Wu Xiaoqing turned his head and said to him, "You might use this Xuantie Shield?" ”

Yan Xiu took the shield, swept his mind lightly, and shook his head slowly: "I'm afraid I can't, this weapon has already recognized the owner, and it can only be sold." ”

"Confessing the Lord?" Wu Xiaoqing was a little disappointed and said, "Then if you take it and sell it, who will buy it?" Isn't it a piece of scrap metal? ”

"The nine major factions of the forbidden land, they have the method of recasting magic weapons."

Wu Xiaoqing looked at Yan Xiu again: "What about his sword?" Why didn't you bring it? ”

Yan Xiu shook his head: "The flying sword is also ordinary, people die, and the sword falls." The sword of death is ominous, and it is rash to accept it, and it is unknown when it will be counterattacked. ”

When Wu Xiaoqing turned his head again and looked at the corpse seriously, Yan Xiu came up and saw the dead appearance of the owner of the Xuantie Shield.

At this moment, all the clothes on his body have been stripped off, and the whole person is naked, and his appearance is very indecent. But the condition of the corpse was clearly visible, there were no sword wounds, no bruises, just some small thin cuts around the body, as if they had been pierced by a weapon like a sharp cone. Some blood was slowly pouring out of the middle, forming small liquid balls in the air. Soon after the balls formed, they dried up into a small crust of congealed blood—in the air in front of me, there was a large scab of blood, swirling like dust in the wind, like a red cloud, and the whole cave was filled with the smell of blood.

"How dead is he?" Yan Xiu looked at Wu Xiaoqing again, but he had never seen a weapon similar to an awl.

Wu Xiaoqing glanced at the gun and showed him the bullet again: "This is it, the weapon in our world." ”

Only then did Yan Xiu recall that among the illusory characters he had seen in the illusion world before, there were those who held this weapon. It's just that he didn't understand why this small piece of iron could scare Wu Xiaoqing at that time—but now, looking at the old man with the shield in front of him, he understood.

"It's a masterpiece." Yan Xiu swept it with his divine sense, and he could naturally see that in this small piece of iron, the subtlety of the mechanism was completely beyond his imagination.

"It's nothing, this electromagnet is," Wu Xiaoqing picked up the dark iron shield and said to Yan Xiu, "You actually use it as a shield?" It's too tyrannical. ”