Although it was a phantom, Mo Xiaoxiao knew that if he accidentally let them get close, he would probably be sad.

Not to be outdone, Mo Xiaoxiao's body moved rapidly at all angles, looking as if a hundred butterflies were wearing flowers, moving freely. At the same time, she took out the Celestial Star Falling Rain Stick she had just purchased, although it was a bit eye-catching to take out so many magic weapons one after another, but she had to do so at a critical moment.

In an instant, the silver-blue light flickered, the sound of metal crashing was endless, and in the blink of an eye, countless six-star Falun illusions shattered, but those eighteen stars seemed to be raining out of the sky, and they were extremely gorgeous.

The male Zhuji monk snorted coldly, the six-star Falun still automatically launched an offensive in mid-air, and he took out a small tower in his hand again, "Give me the town!" ”

Mo Xiaoxin moved, the small tower had a total of four floors, and from his hands, it became bigger and bigger, from more than one foot high to more than twenty zhang high, and the black pressure came towards Mo Xiaoxiao as a hood.

Mo Xiaoxiao did not hesitate in his hand, the Heavenly Star Falling Rain Stick still automatically slapped the dense six-star Falun Phantom in all directions, and he held the Rain Transformation Qingfeng Sword, not only did not avoid it, but instead held the sword to meet it.

Monk Zhuji couldn't help but disdain in his eyes, "Hmph, I can't do anything." ”

Mo Xiaoxiao had seen Fang Qiyuan's hammer, and thought that this kind of magic weapon might have adhesion techniques, and he couldn't dodge it, so it was better to face it directly. However, she also knew that she was definitely inferior to the foundation building monk regardless of her skill and strength, Mo Xiaoxiao sold a trick, and the sword blade of the Rain Qingfeng Sword in her hand could be split in the corner of the small tower every time, although it could not cause damage to it, but it destroyed its balance every time, and then Mo Xiaoxiao took advantage of the situation to pursue, slash a sword, and repel the small tower.

Monk Zhuji's face gradually became ugly, he didn't expect that the small tower that he had only shown when facing the enemy of life and death would hit the wall one after another in front of this woman, he was ashamed and surprised, and the other party's strange fire technique had not yet been used, this little girl was much more difficult than he thought!

With such a young age and such means, how could he be unknown in the immortal cultivation world? With his knowledge, many people on the so-called elite list are afraid that they are not worthy of the name! He regretted taking this task a little, but whenever he met a genius, ordinary people could only be a stepping stone to fame, and the day this woman shined, maybe he couldn't see it yet!

However, he is a foundation building monk in the end, and he doesn't know how many of his subordinates have died in the past hundred years, although he has a sense of powerlessness in the face of genius, he has not given up, but the offensive is even more ruthless, if the genius can't grow, it's just a nameless defeat!

Mo Xiaoxiao doesn't care what the foundation monk thinks in her heart, she is thinking about how long she can hold on, the fire essence can burn everything, she really wants to use it, but every time she doesn't live and die, Mo Xiaoxiao is not willing to use it easily, in her opinion, relying too much on powerful spells will eventually restrict the play of her potential, such as now, although it is a little difficult to use her fused Guiyuan Sword Technique against the enemy, but she can feel that she is becoming more and more handy, and the fit between her body and the magic weapon is getting higher and higher, and even physical strength, Endurance will be improved.

Don't rely too much on Ice Flames! It's a mecha, and she doesn't take it out easily now.

However, it must be her who exhausts her physical strength first if she goes on like this, Mo Xiaoxiao doesn't want to be a tragic person who dies before she gets out of school, seeing that the small tower above her head is getting bigger and bigger, and the force of suppression on her is getting stronger and stronger, Mo Xiaoxiao bit the tip of her tongue, spit out a mouthful of essence blood, and sprayed it on the Qingfeng Sword of Huayu, the second type is useful for people, but it is useless for magic weapons, and it is better to use the first type. She wanted to see how sharp the sword rain of her Guiyuan Sword Technique was.

The sword rain of Qingmeng was shrouded again, and with the enhancement of Mo Xiaoxiao's control, the control of the amplitude range of the sword rain became more and more refined, and now the sword rain controlled by Mo Xiaoxiao was put into only one Qinglian, which was soft but sharp and threw on the top of the small tower, and the ping pong made countless sparks.

The Zhuji monk would not let her go on like this, and with a shake in his hand, a fire-shaped tiger was shot, and the fiery red tiger seemed to have a spirit, and it looked up to the sky and roared at Mo Xiaoxiao.

"Cremation control!" The leader of the team, the monk Zhuji, exclaimed.

This spell is very rare! He couldn't help but blush, he also had two fires, if he could get this spell, his strength could rise to a new level!

At the moment, he no longer watched the battle, and flew into the battle circle, "Your Excellency bullied a low-level little doll like this, are you afraid that it will not damage the majesty of the foundation building monk?" ”

Mo Xiaoxiao ignored the leader's words, but looked at this tiger rushing towards her with some curiosity, this was the first time she had seen such a spell!

The leader of the team, Zhuji Monk, stretched out his hand halfway and intercepted the fire-shaped tiger, but Mo Xiaoxiao did not dare to stop, and the six-star Falun and Xiaota still chased after her one by one. Seeing the leader joining, Monk Zhuji snorted coldly, and made a series of complex handprints with his hands, and three thick vines rolled towards Mo Xiao from the depths behind him.

Mo Xiaoxiao just repelled the small tower with a sword, seeing that the vine wood was menacing, and it was also covered with barbs, looking at the gloomy appearance, maybe there was still a poison, she couldn't sit still, and the tip of the sword in her hand turned into a rain Qingfeng sword, and the goose yellow and willow green instantly used it, several times faster than her initial cast!

The thick vine has sparse branches and leaves, but the barb is very sharp, and it looks very difficult, but when it meets the green sword rain, the high judgment is made, and the vine wood is crushed by the drizzle.

Mo Xiao was overjoyed, this first form was much stronger than before, she still remembered that when she first used this style, she could only suppress the monk of the Dong family who was concentrating on the Great Perfection, and it was very difficult to fight back.

The male Zhuji monk's face was ugly, his vine wood technique has been insisting on practicing since he stepped on the cultivation and introduced qi into the body, although it is the degeneration of the lowest level of winding technique, but it has already far surpassed the ordinary winding technique, even the golden iron sword is also constantly chopping, so he advanced to build the foundation and did not give up this technique, but in her hands it turned out to be like an ordinary vine!

Is that sword weird, or is her swordsmanship weird? In any case, there must be a treasure on her!

Thinking of this, the male Zhuji monk was a little less calm and self-controlled, and his eyes were even more fierce when he looked at Mo Xiao.

Mo Xiaoxiao kept repelling this small tower in her hands, but she gradually became interested in this small tower, at least one defense, this tower was already far above the high-grade magic weapon.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some movement of the female foundation building monk, Mo Xiaoxin secretly thought that the illusion he had cast was far inferior to the Qingli jade branch lamp after all, and he could only hold on for a while, and he didn't know if the realm and time of this illusion could be improved with the enhancement of his cultivation.