"Such an attack!"

"Is this still the power that a Spirit Realm monk should have!"

"Shhh...... It's close to the formation level!"

"Retreat!"

"Do you need to work so hard!

......

Many people in the crowd surrounding Zhang Tairan were terrified, except for a few monks who were in the late stage of the formation level and those who had stayed in the middle stage for a long time, the rest of the monks had already sensed that these three attacks already had the strength to threaten them.

Wang Ruojun's eyes were burning staring at the two figures, his teeth were clucking, his nails were sinking deep into his palms, and a drop of blood rolled down, and his originally handsome and dashing face slowly became hideous, "Damn!

"Bang!"

With a slam punch, the floor cracked, and Wang Ji, who was behind him, had a look of shame on his face, and said, "He is very strong! ”

"Hmph, shit! What do you want!"

Wang Ruojun snorted coldly in his heart, but he didn't dare to really say anything, the stupid big man still has a very high status in the barbarians, although he was expelled from the 100,000 mountains for some reason, but he knew that after he met this stupid big man, he found that there were barbarian people protecting him in the dark.

Although I am very unhappy now, it is a fact that the other party is very strong, but it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, at this moment, he must grab a treasure, otherwise the receipt of this trip will be too small.

"Wait, who will let you remember me forever, can't get you, can't I help her!"

Wang Ruojun looked at the shadow somewhere and snorted coldly.

The scuffle caused by snatching the treasure in Zhang Tairan's hands attracted the attention of many monks.

Lin Haoyan and Xie Jianming were very puzzled.

Lin Haoyan had fought with Xiaochen, and he clearly felt that the Lingyuan fluctuation was Xiaochen!

I didn't expect to see him here again, it's really unlucky.

It's not that the strong man kidnapped his mother and went to Mangdang Mountain, Xiaochen hurriedly went and was blocked by his own people, although it was a fiasco, but the information that came back was the news of Xiaochen's disappearance and death.

The messenger is a henchman, and he will not betray!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, Xiaochen would be here, and I really suspect that the person I saw was not Xiaochen.

But besides Xiaochen, who will help Zhang Tairan?

"Humph!"

"Delusional about the strength of one or three people against dozens of formation-level powerhouses?

Lin Haoyan sneered.

"Can't let him get out alive, if you find out that there are people from Xie Mansion in the way, it's a trouble!"

Xie Jianming's heart was irritable for a while, and he burst out with a palm, slapped away the two monks who surrounded him, and continued to snatch a monk who was already exhausted and was holding a white spiritual mist.

"Xiaochen!"

"Xiaochen didn't die!"

Wu Feng rubbed his eyes, his eyes widened, looking at the figure, and said in surprise.

"Rubbish, a bunch of rubbish!"

"The message sent back by Elder Lin's people said that Xiaochen and his mother were both destined to fall to Dangshan Mountain, what is going on?"

A man dressed in the Lin family's law enforcement robe frowned, doubted in his heart, and said secretly.

"No, we have to get out of here before him and go back to report the news!"

......

Many monks who have grievances with Xiaochen have their own ghosts.

"Boom!"

The thunderclouds in mid-air were dense, covering the sky and the sun, destroying the heavens and destroying the earth, and the thunder and mangs rumbled down, and the monks of the Spirit Realm in the middle and late stages did not dare to touch this thunder light.

Many formation-level monks raised their eyebrows, these people want to play with their lives!

None of the twenty or so formation-level monks trusted anyone, so they would not cooperate, they went their own way, and the formation under their feet was condensed, but before the formation was condensed, Xiaochen, indifferent, and Zhang Tairan's five people flanked back and forth, swarming, and the fierce attack tore the space into a pitch-black crack, and a formation-level late-stage monk was very close to the crack, and unfortunately he was caught in it, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes as the spatial crack healed.

Xiao Chen's thunder mang fused with the cold ice blizzard tide formed by the indifferent Lingyuan ice crystals, shattering the arm of a formation-level early stage cultivator, and the gurgling blood was scattered in mid-air and fell to the ground.

The four formation-level late-stage monks who followed Zhang Tairan also took the opportunity to kill two formation-level powerhouses.

Four formation-level monks were killed by the hands of several people, and the formation-level monks who besieged a few people were furious.

"Damn!"

There was a violent roar from this group of formation-level monks, and Lingyuan frantically condensed, and the formation under his feet took shape, blasting towards Zhang Tairan.

"Strangled me!"

"Boom!"

With the monk's violent shout, a formation was sacrificed and blasted towards Zhang Tairan.

The swamp-like formation gurgled bubbles, a whirlpool appeared, and a black palm with dense strange patterns stretched out from it, grabbing Zhang Tairan.

Following this formation, there are several formations, Qi Bang Zhang Tairan, as long as he is suppressed, it is worthless for others to suppress it if they don't get the treasure.

The attack of a formation-level powerhouse, as long as it enters the formation, there is no force enough to break the formation, only the possibility of waiting to be strangled.

Although there are many formation-level monks who followed Zhang Tairan, they have been scattered among the various treasure fighting teams, and the four people around them are also running out of oil, and they can't stop many formation-level monks from attacking.

When everyone looked at the few formations covering Zhang Tairan, Zhang Tairan's face was full of ancient wells, and he indifferently broke through the spiritual mist, and a very ordinary long knife appeared in Zhang Tairan's hand, this knife was not as good as the five-star spirit soldier in Zhang Tairan's hand.

Is it a very ordinary knife, think about it, there is already a quasi-holy weapon, a holy weapon dagger, can it still produce a holy knife?

"It's better than nothing. ”

Many monks hypnotized themselves in their hearts, and they were also a little gloating.

"Rob, rob so happily, dumbfounded, it's just an ordinary spirit soldier, maybe it's still an ordinary treasure soldier!. ”

"Hahaha..."

"Just die!"

Suddenly, it was just a blink of an eye, Lingyuan was transported behind the knife, and a shocking edge was displayed, faintly with a loud roar, and a figure like a Dapeng flew out of the knife body and hovered in mid-air, and then disappeared into the knife body.

The fluctuation from the war knife in Zhang Tairan's hand made the spiritual soldiers besieging Brother Zhang Tairan's hands tremble, it was surrender!

The holy weapon is out, and a hundred soldiers tremble!

The artifact is out, and the holy soldier is dark!

......

"Gah!"

"It's a holy artifact!"

"Damn, another holy weapon!"

......

This makes the hearts of those who gloat bleed and hurt!

It's terrible to have no eyesight!

"Slash!"

Zhang Tairan spewed out a huge wave of sound waves from his mouth, holding the holy knife and slashing towards the dozen or so formations that had already surrounded him.

"Click!"

An ink-colored roc on the holy weapon spread its wings, hissed loudly and loudly, and the crazy energy struck, tearing those formations apart.

Rumble!

The entire mausoleum felt that it was vibrating, and many monks only felt that their ears were temporarily deaf, and the ink-colored sword light was like splitting the heavens and the earth, and the space where it was cut was torn, and the spatial rift crushed those formations with a strong and terrifying suction.

When the Hallows is located in the next master's match, it also carries an aura that belongs to the previous owner who used the Hallows in itself.

The previous owner of Zhang Tairan's holy weapon was Du Linjiang, the top powerhouse of the Ichthyosaurus Realm, and the breath of the holy weapon came from him.

Although it was a wisp of breath, that kind of coercion was not something that ordinary monks could resist.

When the holy weapon is completely compatible with the current owner, the spirit of the instrument recognizes the master, and after awakening, it can be said that the monk holding the holy weapon has an additional talisman.

Although Zhang Tairan has not yet completed this step, it is enough to use that wisp of breath!

Poof!

A stream of blood erupted from the mouths of several early-stage formation level monks, damn it, this knot eye actually opened a holy weapon!

Zhang Tairan, who killed the red-eyed, made a knife sacrifice, and no one felt its edge when the holy weapon was invincible.

The monks surrounding Zhang Tairan all retreated, making way for Zhang Tairan.

The three of them converged, and the corners of their lips smiled back to back, and they succeeded!

Xiaochen transmitted Zhang Tairan, and the three of them exploded with a pop under their feet.

The figure swept through the air.

"Damn, these three are on our side!"

A phrase suddenly popped up from the crowd of people who were scrambling for one of the spirit mist balls.

This group of monks was stunned, among their group, they were the weakest group in the team competing for the twenty spiritual mist clusters, a little weaker than Zhang Tairan's group, and there were less than ten monks in the late stage of the formation level.

The three of them have built a group of thirteen formation-level late-stage powerhouses, and they have successfully won the treasure from them, and they are still competing for a fart!

Who said that the higher the cultivation, the more cherishing life, and those of us who have low cultivation cherish life even more than them.

There were quite a few deaths in that group!

Even the monks in the late stage of the formation level were all killed by the three of them!

What are we!

It's important to save your life!

The monk holding the spirit mist roared angrily and threw the spirit mist into the air, whether he wanted to die or treasure He knew very well in his heart.

The figures of the three of Xiaochen were swept quickly, and many monks around them also took the opportunity to make a move, Zhang Tairan

A violent explosion sounded: "Stand down!"

With a cold and violent sound, the ice crystals condensed by the long sword in his hand burst out.

Sword Qi swept down.

Many monks avoided their sharp figures, but there were also many monks who were already red-eyed, and they firmly thought in their hearts, even if they couldn't get it, they couldn't let these three people have one holy weapon per person!

"Slash!"

The Holy Light masterpiece in Zhang Tairan's hand, although he could not exert the full power of the holy weapon, only exerted two or three tenths, and it was enough to deal with these monks who rushed up.

"Get out of here!" roared coldly, rarely.

Suddenly, an ice crystal paved with several zhang of ice unfolded on the ground, and a huge ice crystal condensed nine-headed ice dragon erupted in the middle of the ice crystal, and the nine heads rumbled towards the monk who pounced.

The monks who were stabbed by the cold and icy energy were all frozen in ice, shattered after three breaths, and turned into snowflakes.

Xiaochen walked alone in the world, and Zhang Tairan was indifferent to the monks who attacked him, and he got the spiritual mist in the eyes of everyone in anger.