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The strongest move failed to break the opponent, and now the true yuan is consumed seven or eight times out of ten, and he can't think of a way to defeat the opponent.

There is a small tower of Xuanhuang in defense, and there is a Taiyi spear in attack.

Yi Xiaojing This is like wearing a blank slate, going to confront the enemy with god-level equipment, even if the level is the same, but even what!

"Flowing spirit gold, it will disappear in case of fire, you just attack it with fire, and you will be able to break his silver spear!"

Suddenly, a voice reached Yi Xiaojing's ears.

This sound is like the tinkling of spring water, charming and charming. It is like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and it surrounds the beam for three days. It is also like an empty valley orchid, like water and a song.

There is a bit of sweetness and glutinousness, and there is no trace of fireworks, just listening to the sound, it makes people naturally outline an image of ice and jade, elegant and beautiful in the brain.

At this time, that Wu Mingyu was operating the Taiyi silver spear, and the tip of the golden spear of the Flowing Spirit Method radiated a brilliant light, with an endless sharp aura, dazzling.

Yi Xiaojing subconsciously waved her hand to resist, and the fire on her palm was raging, and the red flames jumped towards the silver spear!

"Whew~"

It was really just as the voice said, it was just a simple flame palm, and when the flame flickered, the bright tip of the silver spear melted away silently and disappeared cleanly.

Only a mediocre silver spear was left and pierced towards Yi Xiaojing.

"Poof!"

The sword stabbed straight out, and the tip of the sword hit the head of the spear.

The head of the spear, which had lost its bright tip, was shattered inch by inch.

"Boom~"

The silver spear shattered, and Wu Mingyu looked horrified: "How do you know, how can you know ・・・・・・"

When my father asked for the Taiyi spear for himself, he specifically told himself that the Taiyi spear is sharp and can pierce everything, but remember, don't meet fire, melt when you encounter fire!

He never thought that this Taiyi spear that accompanied him to create a famous name in Dangfeng County would be broken by a small native!

This magic spear, even my father spent a lot of effort to ask for it from the refining master Ouyang Biyun!

Now that he has lost his magic, Wu Mingyu's eyes are resentful, as if he is about to breathe fire.

Yi Xiaojing didn't care about Wu Mingyu, who was angry and hateful, Wu Mingyu, who lost the Taiyi Divine Spear, was like a tiger who had lost his minions!

Only a turtle shell remains.

A tiger without minions, even if it is durable, what is the use!

He didn't chase after the victory, but felt the sword in his hand.

When he collided violently with the Taiyi Divine Spear under the strongest move before, the stone chips on the Fei Sword's body flew and fell, revealing a piece of jade.

Now, this mysterious sword from the outside of the sky has even cleansed away all the impurities wrapped in the body. The shape of a sword appeared in Yi Xiaojing's hand.

The body of the sword is invisible and tangible, and it is constantly changing in impermanence, as if there is nothing, and it is constantly changing the shape of the sword with Yi Xiaojing's mind.

At the same time, the long sword was held in his hand, and a cool energy was transmitted to Yi Xiaojing, so that Yi Xiaojing was bathed in a blue light.

"This sword is between the real and the unreal, it can wander in the void, turn the real into the body, and hurt the soul of the soul!"

Feeling the faint consciousness coming from this sword, Yi Xiaojing got some information from it: "Divine Sword, I'll give you a name, call it Phantom God." ”

Wu Mingyu, who lost his spear, squinted his eyes slightly, looking at Yi Xiaojing, and he didn't know whether to fight or flee for a while.

Just after the fight, he already knew that the opponent's martial arts were much stronger than his own!

But the other party has just used his strongest move, and his strength is estimated to be eight or nine times out of ten, as evidenced by the fine hair sweat on his forehead.

For a moment, Wu Mingyu was entangled.

However, I saw Yi Xiaojing standing there for a long time without moving.

"Could it be that ・・・・・・ he is already at the end of the crossbow?"

Wu Mingyu, who was hesitant, felt that he could test it.

There is no silver gun, but those who practice martial arts will have some fist and foot kung fu, maybe the marksmanship is so profound, but if you deal with a person at the end of a strong crossbow, there is no problem. Anyway, he is in the Xuanhuang Tower, and he can block the opponent's attack, and he doesn't have to worry about his own safety.

"Roar~"

A tiger roared, and when Wu Mingyu moved his fist, he suddenly roared.

The black light on Wu Mingyu's body surged, condensing into a huge black tiger several feet high, covering Wu Mingyu's figure, opening his bloody mouth, and biting down towards Yi Xiaojing.

"Lotus Sword!"

Yi Xiaojing, who had her eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened her eyes when the black tiger bit down, and she was full of light. The phantom god in his hand condensed into reality, the tip of the sword shook, and a refining flower condensed by pure sword qi was born in the void like this.

The white lotus petals shot out in all directions, shattering the black tiger in just one shot, revealing Wu Mingyu who was holding the Xuanhuang small pagoda again.

Seeing that Yi Xiaojing's eyes were full of murderous intent when he looked at him, Wu Mingyu said provocatively: "You lowly native, what can you do about it?" ”

"What about you?"

Yi Xiaojing then flew into the sky, her body was like a sword dance, flowers flew in the sky, petals flew, and the sky was suddenly purple and red, and the already dilapidated streets were full of flowers that fell to the ground with the wind, but there was no beautiful picture of the imaginary spread all over the ground.

Those otherworldly warriors on the ground, one by one, as if facing a great enemy, have used all their skills, or resist the beautiful danger falling from the sky, or escape from the range of attack.

And Wu Mingyu, who lost the Taiyi spear, saw that he couldn't help the other party, so he hugged his arms, and looked at Yi Xiaojing in the sword dance with eyes like watching a play.

"Lowly natives, when Ben Shao goes back, he will definitely look for better weapons, and come to you again, and when the time comes, Ben Shao will separate your skin, flesh, and bones alive, so that you can taste the taste!"

"You don't have a chance!"

"Sword Thirteen!"

The world suddenly came to a standstill.

Wu Mingyu was horrified to find that everything around him was frozen at this moment. The petals fluttering in the sky, the bees flapping their wings thousands of meters away, and the geese soaring in the sky 10,000 meters away all stopped there at this moment, including their own bodies!

"Soul!"

The high-speed soul drove Wu Mingyu's consciousness to see that a soul body identical to him rushed out of Yi Xiaojing's body, holding the Phantom God Sword.

"How is it possible, it's just a Xuanwu realm martial artist, and the spell realm is just a Yuan Spirit mage, how can it be that the Yuan Soul is out of the sheath!

How can it be! ”

It wasn't until that soul sword broke through the Xuanhuang Small Pagoda and stabbed the Phantom God Sword into Wu Mingyu's head, and then after it turned into reality, Wu Mingyu didn't figure it out.