"Kill!"

The desert cavalry didn't have much patience, and their only purpose in life was to kill everyone who broke into the Thousand Machines Pavilion.

The leader of the desert cavalry pointed his spear, and more than a hundred and ten iron horsemen swarmed in, and the momentum was magnificent.

"It's rude to come to the murder house without saying hello. ”

Tong Ling'er was not afraid, and even had leisure and bitterness, but his hands were not idle, and his fists already contained aura.

The desert cavalry was fast, but in the blink of an eye, they came to Tong Ling'er.

The fight is imminent.

Tong Ling'er has always been in style, facing him head-on, only to see him jump suddenly, the clouds and clouds under his feet shuttle, and the power contained in his fists directly greeted the cavalry who bore the brunt of the attack.

Hundred punches collapse!

In the first confrontation between Tong Ling'er and the desert cavalry, he directly used his most domineering martial arts.

Sure enough, Tong Ling'er's strong force had a very good effect, and a series of three iron horsemen were directly knocked off their horses and turned into a piece of yellow sand.

In the first confrontation, Tong Linger had the upper hand!

However, this upside did not last long. The other iron horsemen did not pause, the dead three iron horsemen had no effect on them, and the spears in their hands still continued to greet Tong Ling'er one after another.

The murderous spear head, I am afraid that one of them will stab Tong Ling'er, and it will be a serious injury without suspense.

Tong Linger still used her footwork to shuttle through the iron horse, dodging spear assassinations, and finding opportunities to counterattack from time to time.

After a wave, Tong Ling'er killed one-third of the opponent's iron horsemen at the cost of spiritual power being about to be exhausted.

"No, my spiritual power has been exhausted, and if I continue, I'm afraid I will be consumed by them. ”

Tong Ling'er gasped, her face was solemn, and her brain was running fast thinking of a way to break the enemy.

There are nine floors in the Thousand Machines Pavilion, each layer is ever-changing, and only by defeating the enemy will the mechanism be triggered, and the scene will change.

But right now, but before the first scene has been cleared, Tong Ling'er has exhausted her spiritual power, so won't she be slaughtered next?

However, Tong Ling'er was not allowed to think too much, and the encirclement and suppression of the desert cavalry struck again.

This time, Tong Ling'er became extremely difficult to deal with, his aura was exhausted, and he only relied on the instinctive agility and strength of his body to support him.

In a moment, he was covered in wounds and scars.

Burst!

Finally, exhausted, a spear secretly deprived Tong Ling'er of her life again.

When life continued to be lost, Tong Linger could clearly feel the sadness and unwillingness, and when he was hammered to death, he pointed at the desert cavalry in the distance with hatred, leaving only a cruel word.

"You're a girl, wait for me!"

When Tong Ling'er woke up again, it was a day later.

This time, I didn't meet Du Chao and the three again.

Extremely weak, he had to take another Blood Pill.

After her body recovered, Tong Ling'er did not immediately go to the Thousand Machines Pavilion, but sat on the spot and pondered.

After this battle, Tong Ling'er found that although all the assassinations in the Thousand Machines Pavilion were very decisive, one link after another, but they themselves were unchanged, the assassination that entered the door did not change, the desert land did not change, so the tens of millions of arrows and desert cavalry behind it will definitely not change.

Then the remaining problem is to find a way to kill the opponent in the simplest and most decisive way while being vigilant against assassination, only in this way can you save more strength to deal with the next opponent.

"It seems that it is not a wise choice to use Wujiquan as soon as it comes up. Tong Ling'er muttered to herself.

The Hundred Fists of Wujiquan are certainly powerful, but at the same time, they consume a lot of spiritual power.

"It seems that I am not thoughtful enough when choosing martial arts. ”

Tong Ling'er also discovered his own problem at this moment, there are only three martial arts he has learned now, the Yellow Rank Middle Grade Liuyun Step, the Yellow Rank Intermediate Grade Wuji Fist and the Xuan Rank Lower Grade Lei Long Yao.

Liuyun Step belongs to the body method, and although Lei Longyao is powerful and consumes very little, it is an auxiliary martial art, and it can only work if it is attached to other martial arts.

There is also the spiritual attack comprehended when practicing the formation, which is not even a martial art, it can only be used for surprise attacks, and once the opponent is on guard, it will not play any role at all.

Not to mention the seven entry formations, all of them are support types and don't have any attack power.

"I still have too few hole cards. ”

Tong Ling'er sighed, secretly affirming in her heart, when she has enough contribution points, she must choose a few more martial arts.

However, this is also in the future, far water can't quench the thirst of the near, Tong Ling'er's current problem is how to defeat those cavalry at a very small price.

"Alas... It would be nice if my Thunder Dragon Yao turned into an offensive martial art, but unfortunately, it can only rely on martial arts... Wait!"

Suddenly, Tong Ling'er had a flash of inspiration, as if she had grasped something in her mind.

"That's right! Why can't Thunder Dragon Yao become an offensive martial art? Because it has no output, it must rely on an offensive martial art to output the power of rage, since it only lacks an output port, which means that it only needs a guide!"

Tong Ling'er stood up suddenly, her eyes flashed, and she said in surprise: "Who said that guidance must be martial arts?

Thinking of this moment, Tong Ling'er couldn't stay any longer, and quickly left Qianji Pavilion, wanting to verify his idea.

"This senior brother, do you know where the Armory Pavilion is?"

Tong Ling'er casually grabbed an inner disciple and asked for the location of the Armory Pavilion.

Soon, after turning around, Tong Ling'er finally found the Armory Pavilion.

The Armory Pavilion was very depressed, and there weren't many people, except for one administrator, and there were only two or three disciples hanging out.

Tong Ling'er surrounded him, and a dazzling array of weapons hung on the walls, all kinds of which dazzled him.

"Senior brother, but do you want to choose a handy weapon?"

The manager was also a disciple who came to take over the task, and when he saw Tong Ling'er running in in a hurry, he couldn't help but light up and hurriedly greeted.

"Is there a spiritual weapon?" asked Tong Ling'er.

To carry aura and martial arts, you must get a spiritual weapon of the grade, and ordinary weapons cannot withstand the infusion of aura.

The manager smiled: "Of course, almost all the weapons in the sect are spiritual weapons, and there are very few that are not ranked, I don't know what grade this senior brother wants?"

"Which is the highest-grade spiritual weapon you have here?"

When the manager heard this, he laughed even more, and he sold a spiritual weapon, but he had a commission. Hurriedly said: "With my authority, the highest level of spiritual weapons that can be mobilized is the upper grade of the Xuan Rank. ”

"Oh?Xuan-rank high-grade?" Tong Ling'er was surprised, the Xuan-level high-grade spiritual weapons were enough to be called a rare product, and wherever they were placed outside, they were priceless and sought-after goods, but in the Fighting Soul Sect, they were sold to disciples so casually.

Tong Ling'er had to admire the foundation of the Fighting Soul Sect again, it was really strong.

"Yes, why don't I take my brother to see it?" the manager laughed.

"Not here?" Tong Ling'er said.

"Naturally, such a valuable thing will not be placed here at will. The manager explained.

"Forget it, just get me a yellow-rank spirit weapon. Tong Ling'er shook his head and said, he didn't plan to buy a Xuan-level mid-grade spiritual weapon, he just asked out of curiosity, since he wasn't here, he would just give up.

The manager was stunned, he thought he was a big family, but he didn't expect Tong Ling'er to change his hexagram in an instant, which made his dream of a high commission come to naught.

The manager's face couldn't help but look embarrassed, and he pointed casually: "The walls are all Yellow Rank Spiritual Weapons, see for yourself." After speaking, he stopped paying attention to Tong Ling'er.