The young monk frowned, he didn't expect to meet a battle maniac today, who was injured and rushed excitedly, fighting with himself punch by punch.

"I don't have the patience to keep playing with you. ”

The young monk retreated, dodging Takugawa's attack.

"Do you want to run away?" Zhuo Chuan felt bored, thinking that the young monk was going to escape.

"Run, hehe......" The other party sneered, he didn't want to run, he had only cut out a law blade at the beginning of the battle for so long, and the spell had not been cast.

Now, since he couldn't take down this young monk by fighting close to him, he had no choice but to use the power of magic.

"Now I can't guarantee that I'll keep you all dead. ”

The young monk's hands spread out to the sides like wings, and his cultivation exploded in full force, and his body soared into the air again, and there was a faint bird chirping that was shocking and loud.

"Blue Eagle Treasure Technique!"

The young monk snorted, and as the spell unfolded, behind him, a majestic blue-scaled ancient eagle phantom gradually emerged.

It was like the king of the sky, and a breath of self-esteem came to its face, as if the whole sky was its domain, and wherever the eye passed, all things bowed down.

Zhuo Chuan was surprised, after the shadow of this ancient eagle appeared, his flight in mid-air seemed to be a little slower, and when his eyes met him, he had an urge to kneel down in his heart.

"The gap between you and me is not as small as you think. The figure of the young monk is located on the body of the blue-scaled ancient eagle, and at this time he is the ancient eagle, and the vast breath like the sea is fiercely pressed down towards Zhuo Chuan.

The Blue Eagle Treasure Technique, this is the strongest spell he has mastered, it is the greatest chance creation since he has practiced for many years, and it is also the strongest reliance on him who dares to rob others.

As soon as the treasure comes out, unless it is a monk who has half a foot in the realm of life points, he can fight with it, and even if he is defeated, he can get out.

"Even those two people from Yi Fengzong and Aoki Tang are not my opponents. ”

Gu Ying roared, and his sharp gaze fell on Zhuo Chuan, making him tremble.

The young monk is like a king independent of the heavenly dome, and the blue-scaled ancient eagle overlooks the earth, and the coercion of the common people is terrifying.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely powerful ancient treasure technique, and even some sects may not have such a level of magic.

At this moment, as the phantom of the blue-scaled ancient eagle appeared, Zhuo Chuan felt his body heavy, and when he looked into the eyes of the young monk, it seemed that he was looking at a vast expanse, but he himself was like an ant, weak and pitiful.

The suppression from the treasure technique made Zhuo Chuan frown, and his internal cultivation seemed to be a little unstable.

"Hoo ......"

However, when Zhuo Chuan calmed down and ran the Seven Star Secret Scroll, this amazing trembling feeling disappeared, resisting the deterrence from the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique.

"This person doesn't look like an ordinary casual cultivator......

Zhuo Chuan did not panic, but he laughed in the face of this situation.

This kind of battle is called a battle, it's not like fighting against the same sect in the martial arts arena, and that's how the battle between the monks is.

Gu Ying is amazing, Zhuo Chuan knows that he can't stop the attack of the young monk with his own strength, after all, he has only been in this realm for a long time, so he is not reluctant, there is no need to carry the opponent's attack.

So, Zhuo Chuan smiled and put his hand into his arms.

"I don't know if you've ever heard a word. "The young monk carried the blue-scaled ancient eagle on his back, his black hair was flying like a waterfall, his whole body was agitated, and the laws were around him, and his majesty was invincible.

"That's it...... How dare the glow of fireflies compete with the bright moon!"

Phew!

The ancient eagle roared, and the young monk waved his hands, and the behemoth phantom behind him moved.

The huge wings flapped, and the treasure was like a real ancient fierce bird, and the wind was surging, and the figure that covered the sky and the sun swooped down from the sky.

The attack had not yet arrived, but the momentum had already crushed many trees, and in a trance, the blue-scaled ancient eagle became the only one in the entire sky.

"It's stronger than I thought. ”

Zhuo Chuan felt like he had a weight of 10,000 catties on his body at this time, and it was very difficult to stand up straight.

"I hope you have something good on you that will be kept alive by my spell. The young monk's face was grim, this opponent was beyond his expectations, and in order to solve the other party happily, he did not hesitate to use the strongest treasure technique.

"Judging from my years of experience, this person is most likely the key cultivation object of a certain sect. ”

"It's a pity that you met me. He sneered, his gaze left Zhuo Chuan, and turned his head to look at the location where the demon ape had fled.

"I hope that the demon ape with the lightning strike wood can escape from the pursuit of others, and then ...... Merge with this monkey. ”

The young monk muttered that he had secretly left a mark on the demon ape when he fought with it, and now he only hoped that the lightning strike wood would not be obtained by the other monks, and that he would finally be able to join the demon ape.

When the time comes, he will be able to find these desolate beasts with the help of the mark, and then find a way to capture the lightning strike wood.

As for Zhuo Chuan...... In his eyes, the man was already a corpse.

His Blue Eagle Treasure Inheritance is amazing, and there will be almost no suspense in dealing with a young man who is only in the realm of Tianzu, unless the other party has a spell more powerful than him or surpasses the life-saving means given by the Natal Cave Cultivator, otherwise what awaits Zhuo Chuan is only death.

At this moment, of course, Zhuo Chuan also understood this, so he did not hesitate to touch a thumb-sized jade bottle in his arms.

And then...... Take out an ancient sword of vicissitudes!

"I don't know how powerful the mages are. Zhuo Chuan muttered to himself.

Fa soldier, he only saw the demon monk use it from a distance half a year ago, it was a red spear, when held in the hand of the eagle-headed demon, it seemed to be able to split mountains, rivers and rivers, and the boulder dozens of zhang wide was as fragile as paper paste in front of it.

And at this time, the ancient sword in his hand is not weak, it is also a magic soldier from the Night Emperor's Palace, and the difference between it and the spear is only the difference between the person holding it.

Boom!

Zhuo Chuan grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and Xiu Wei frantically rushed towards the mage, causing the ancient sword to emit a slight sword sound.

"Slash!"

With Zhuo Chuan's low drink, a sword light flew out from in front of him in an instant, and the place where he passed seemed to be about to cut through the void, and dozens of zhang of bright light greeted the young monk's Blue Eagle Treasure Technique.

The sword was shining, flashing within a radius of dozens of miles, and all the monks and beasts who could see this sword light were throbbing in their hearts, shocked inexplicably.

......

"What is that?" A few miles away from Zhuo Chuan's location, someone looked up in surprise and looked at the sword light in the sky.

"Are there any seniors fighting here?" In another place, the disciple of the Yi Feng Sect suddenly paused, looked sideways at the sword of the Wei Gai for dozens of miles, and frowned in thought.

In the distance, a monk with a long sword in his hand stopped, looked at the sword light and muttered in a low voice, "Soldier?"

......

And at this moment, under Zhuo Chuan's surprised gaze, the cold and bright sword light collided with the blue-scaled ancient eagle phantom.

There was no loud roar that shook the sky, not even a trace of magic ripples, but the sword light was extremely sharp, cutting the ancient eagle phantom in half from the middle like cutting tofu.

The rest of the ancient sword power rushed up to the sky, and I don't know how far it flew before slowly dissipating.

The illusory shadow of the blue-scaled eagle collapsed, and the young monk's supreme treasure technique was easily cut off without any resistance under the magic soldiers.

"Law...... Soldiers?!" The young monk's eyes widened, and he stared at the vicissitudes of the ancient sword in Zhuo Chuan's hand, unable to believe it.

Why?

Why would a monk who had just broken through to the Heavenly Foot Realm have such a weapon in his hand, this was completely beyond his expectations.

Moreover, judging from the power of that ancient sword, this mage is not an ordinary thing!

"Which sect master are you the son of?" The corners of the young monk's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to point at the young monk in front of him, his heart fluctuating.

It's impossible, even if it's the beloved son of the head of the sect, such a precious magic soldier will not be handed over to a Tianzu monk as long as he is not stupid, and in the entire Turing County, only the three forces may have such a big hand.

Thinking of this, the young monk was frightened and said uncertainly, "Are you a member of the three forces?"

He could only think like this, if it were an ordinary Tianzu cultivator, there would never be such a precious magic weapon!

The Tianzu monk is still too weak, and it is good to say that if he encounters an opponent of the same realm, if he meets a great monk with a life point or even a higher cultivation, there is a ninety percent chance that the magic soldier will be taken away, except for the three Dao Sects at the Turing County overlord level, no other sect dares to do this.

Because no one dares to rob the things of the three forces, unless he is impatient!

"Are you a disciple of the Flying Feather Sect or a member of the County Lord's Mansion?"

The young monk retreated, no matter what the identity of the monk in front of him was, he could no longer fight him, and the best option now was to leave, and leave the area without looking back.

"You'd better not run, just stand there obediently, although it will cost me a lot of money to urge the mage, but you should be fine to hack me to death before my mana runs out. Zhuo Chuan's lazy voice came from behind the young monk, making his figure flying in mid-air pause, not knowing how to choose.

He didn't doubt Zhuo Chuan's words, this kind of thing is the decisive thing in the confrontation of the Tianzu monks, judging by the bright sword light before, even if he wants to run for a few breaths, he will be cut into two pieces by the chasing Gu Jianmang.

But if he stays, this shameless young monk will definitely not let him go!

The young monk frowned, he was not advancing or retreating now, and his body froze in place for a while.

And at this moment, Zhuo Chuan and the young monk suddenly moved their minds and sensed that someone was approaching.

"So close?!" the young monk was surprised to see the figure approaching, not far from the two of them, on an abandoned mountain road a hundred meters away.

Zhuo Chuan was also surprised, with his cultivation in the Tianzu realm, he actually noticed it when the other party was so close.

But when he looked at the man, Zhuo Chuan was even more shocked, and his brows furrowed.

This is a teenager, it doesn't look like he is much older than Zhuo Chuan, and he wears a gray robe with an old style, like clothes from hundreds of years ago.

The young man's face was a little pale, his body was thin, and his clothes were stained with swamp mud, and he looked a little embarrassed.

But what puzzled Zhuo Chuan and the young monk the most was that this person was carrying a sarcophagus on his back, the lid of the coffin had been opened, and some gaps were faintly exposed.

The coffin was heavy, and Zhuo Chuan saw that every time the young man took a step, his feet were deeply sunk into the ground, and along the way, there were a series of deep footprints along the way.

"Walking with a coffin on your back?" Zhuo Chuan concentrated, his hand holding the ancient sword of the mage soldier unconsciously tightened, ready to fight at any time.

At the same time, the young monks on one side were also waiting for them, not daring to be careless.

"In my feelings, this person only has the cultivation of the Divine Blood Realm!" his intuition told him that this was impossible, and no Divine Blood Cultivator would ever be able to do this.

"This person is weird!" Zhuo Chuan said in a low voice, temporarily putting aside the grudge with the young monk, and both of them looked solemnly at the gray-robed young man carrying the coffin.