At this time, the black-clothed figure was at a critical moment of advancement.

Its eyes are closed, its expression is unusually solemn, and its breathing is in a regular state of three inhalations and one exhalation.

In the blood-colored air around him, streams of rich spiritual power were extracted, turning into milky white spiritual mist and burrowing into his body.

And the momentum on his body was agitating, rising steadily, and an invisible spiritual pressure swept around.

Just when the spiritual pressure on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and he was infinitely close to the bottleneck of the foundation building period.

Beside him, a sudden purple light flashed, and suddenly a figure in a cloak appeared, this person was the soap-robed boy.

As soon as the soap-robed boy appeared, holding a delicate dagger, he swiped it.

Suddenly, a sharp white knife slashed, with a "bang", instantly cut through the air and slashed towards its neck.

At this moment, the black-clothed figure suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the sharp knife that was close at hand, his pupils shrank, and he was shocked.

At the last moment, I saw him open his mouth and spit out a pitch-black round bead, which rose in the wind and turned into the size of a human head.

"Boom!"

The edge slashed at the bead without any fancy, making a crisp sound of metal clashes.

I saw that the dark bead dimmed, and it flew back upside down, and a faint crack opened on it.

The black-clothed figure was extremely shocked in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Magic weapon!"

At the same time, there was an exclamation.

And he opened his mouth, and swallowed the bead into his mouth.

You must know that this bead is his natal weapon, and it is extremely powerful. He was also extremely confident in this treasure, because even a high-level magic weapon could not hurt it in the slightest.

But now it was almost destroyed with just one blow, so he was sure that the dagger in the hands of the person who came must be a real magic weapon.

I didn't have time to think too much, and under this delay, I saw that the spiritual power around me that turned into a tornado was instantly chaotic, and it was about to scatter.

If this is the case, the foundation building of this impact will definitely fail, and it will be greatly counterattacked.

Now he only needs to hold on for a few breaths, and he can broaden his spiritual sea, so as to break through in one fell swoop, and at the critical moment, there is absolutely no room for error.

So he reached out and grabbed it at his waist, and a black thing shaped like a short stick was held in his hand, and he slapped it at the soap-robed boy's door.

The soap-robed boy missed the blow and immediately retreated, not confronting him head-on at all.

Seeing this, the black-clothed figure looked happy, his fingers pinched quickly, and the aura gathered around him made a whistling sound, like an initiation, condensing towards him again.

"It's still ......!"

As long as he breaks through, he has absolute self-confidence, even if the other party has a magic weapon in hand, he will not be afraid of the slightest as long as he does not reach the foundation building period.

Just when his momentum had reached its peak and was about to break through that critical point.

As soon as I looked underneath, there was a raindrop-like shadow hanging over me.

When I looked up, it turned out to be a turquoise wooden sword.

The wooden sword is densely packed, galloping from top to bottom, and the momentum is not amazing.

Feeling the terrifying aura on the wooden sword, the expression of the black-clothed figure changed again.

At this time, I bit my lip, clenched my fist with my five fingers, and then opened again.

The black short stick beside him disappeared, appearing on top of its head, and stretched out in an instant.

On closer inspection, the short stick turned out to be an oil-paper umbrella.

At this time, the oil-paper umbrella is windless and automatic, and it rotates slowly.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Suddenly, the sound of a rain hitting the fence sounded.

Under the dense rain of swords, the oil-paper umbrella only resisted for a moment, and then began to tremble violently.

Under the umbrella, the black-clothed figure has reached the last critical juncture, and the film that blocked him from breaking through may be rushed away by him in the next moment, and he will step into the ranks of the foundation building period.

Feeling the huge pressure above his head and the overwhelming sound of the oil-paper umbrella, he had no doubt that if he remained indifferent, the oil-paper umbrella would definitely be broken in an instant.

I saw that his expression was hideous, as if he was making some kind of difficult choice.

But as soon as he thought about it, he understood what was at stake, and next to him, he let out an extremely unwilling roar.

I saw him grab the handle of the umbrella, and at the same time the tide of mana poured into it.

"Buzz!"

The oil-paper umbrella shone brightly, and the remaining sword rain pierced it, turning into a stream of spiritual light and dissipating without a trace, and after a few breaths, it finally resisted thousands of wooden swords.

However, at this time, the tornado that turned into the spiritual power around his body "Hula! "There was a crush.

A terrifying storm of spiritual power swept away in all directions with it as the center.

"Boom!" Bang.

A large area of sand and gravel was lifted, with a radius of hundreds of zhang, all shrouded in a red wind and sand, completely blocking the view.

At this moment, two cloaked, sneaky figures rushed out of the dust, and looked at the dust with a wary face on both sides. It is the Oriental ink and the soap-robed boy.

After a while, when the sand and dust dissipated, I saw an embarrassed figure, still sitting cross-legged in place.

His clothes were ragged, his breath was languishing, and there was a wisp of red blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Who the hell are you, dare to spoil the good things of the slave family!"

The black-clothed figure said with a gloomy expression. Although the words were cold, they carried a hint of pity.

You must know that this impact foundation building period can be said to be a matter of course, as the most talented young generation of Brahmins, he does not need to rely on any elixir or help, he only needs to guide the aura of heaven and earth to easily break through.

But at the critical moment, he was interrupted by these two people's lives, and he suffered a great backlash, not to mention, if he wanted to break through in the future, it would be several times more difficult, and maybe he would have to rely on external forces at that time.

In that case, not only will it have serious consequences for one's own foundation, but it will also greatly affect one's future practice.

This enmity is comparable to life and death, and it is not shared.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo and the two stood in the distance and did not speak, but just glanced at each other.

Even the soap-robed boy was extremely uncomfortable by the other party's "delicate" voice.

"The slave family knows that the two are not blood clans, if the slave family expects it to be good, it should be the Terran monks who escaped from the cave blessed land."

Seeing that the two were silent, the black-clothed figure continued.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's body trembled slightly, and he didn't know why this person was able to see his identity.

And his small movement fell in the eyes of the black-clothed figure, only to see its essence flashing, so dark that it was really good to guess, so he said:

"It's the same root, so why be in a hurry. Since they are both human races, why did the two of them make a move against the slave family. The slave family is a Brahmin yin, and the family teacher is yin, I don't know what to call the two little ministers. ”

"Yin and yin, even the name is not yin or yang, it really matches."

Dongfang Mo mocked, in his opinion, this person said so much, it was nothing more than delaying time so that he could take the opportunity to heal his wounds.

"What do you say, you dare to say this about the slave family, then don't blame the slave family for being angry."

I saw the black-clothed figure called Yin Death, glanced at Dongfang Mo with shame in his eyes, and suddenly killed him.

The corners of Dongfang Mo's mouth raised, he was provoking with words, but he didn't expect to be so easily fooled.

Although this person's spiritual pressure is extremely strong, I am afraid that he has reached the peak of the ninth order. But at this time, his breath was vain, and he was obviously injured a lot.

So he stomped on his feet.

"Puff puff ......"

Before the Yin Corpse could get closer, several waist-thick vines emerged in front of him. The vines were covered with thorns and thorns, turning into a wandering dragon, fangs and claws winding towards it.

"Humph!"

Yin Yan snorted coldly, put the oil-paper fan in his hand forward, and twisted his wrist at the same time, only to see the oil-paper umbrella rotate again, turning into a vague phantom.

The surface of the umbrella was originally slippery, but when it touched the hideous wooden thorns, it was unusually sharp, crushing all the vines and turning them into sawdust in the sky, like rain.

The yin figure was blocked, and at this time, he jumped in the air, holding an oil-paper umbrella and falling flutteringly.

When your feet hit the ground, the handle of the umbrella leaned against your shoulders, and your body turned in a circle, and the skirt fluttered, which was elegant and extraordinary.

If it is a woman, this appearance is extremely eye-catching, but if it is a man, it will make people feel uncomfortable.

Yin Yan bit his red lips, glanced at Dongfang Mo with disgust, and said:

"Little slippery, be careful!"

Immediately, its figure blossomed and disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, Dongfang Mo secretly screamed badly.

Beside him, a faint wave of mana came.

When he turned around, he saw the figure of Yin Yan coming out in an instant, and the oiled paper fan in his hand was stretched out, and he was facing his head.

Dongfang Mo's expression changed, and a human face actually appeared on the umbrella surface, and the human face smiled at him "charming", and after a closer look, it was the appearance of Yin Di.

Suddenly, Dongfang Mo's eyes were foggy, as if this smile had some kind of demonic nature, which made his mind appear temporarily confused.

"Jingle bell!"

At the critical moment, a brass bell on his waist emitted a crisp and pleasant ringtone.

Dongfang Mo woke up suddenly, but was shocked to find that Yin Yin had appeared in front of him, and his slender white fingers caressed the door in front of him.

The moment he saw the five fingers, Dongfang Mo felt a fierce crisis. So he slapped it on his waist, and a palm-sized tortoise shell instantly turned into a human height and blocked in front of him.

"Crunch!"

Five seemingly gentle fingers, like eagle claws, grasped the tortoise shell.

The sound of steel nails cutting through the iron sheet sounded, which made people feel pimpled.

The runes on the tortoiseshell shone brightly, and it was easily blocked.

The blow failed, and the Yin Death figure retreated sharply, falling lightly in the distance.

At this time, when I looked down, I saw that there was a slight wear on the nails, and when I looked at the tortoise shell in front of Dongfang Mo, a trace of surprise flashed in my eyes.

"I hate it, you hurt the slave family!"

I saw him pouting, and a hint of blame flashed in his eyes.

Dongfang Mo looked into the distance and found that the soap-robed boy looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and his expression couldn't help but twitch, knowing that this kid must have an attitude of watching a good show, in order to solve his previous revenge.

So he no longer hid his clumsiness, took off the gourd on his waist, and then shook his wrist.

With the sound of "buzzing", a black wind gushed towards the gloom.

I just want to fight quickly, and the violent fluctuations just now may have attracted the attention of the blood clan.

But he didn't expect that when Yin Yan saw this black wind, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes, and then a look of ecstasy.

"I've been looking for so long, but I didn't expect it to be in your hands!"

"It seems that the useless little junior brother of the slave family was also killed by you, but it doesn't matter, let the past pass."

"Little slippery head, let my sister tell you today that you didn't use this bone-eating silkworm like this, giggle......."

After speaking, Yin Yan reached out and felt a finger-sized, strange-shaped wooden whistle from his chest, put it to his lips and blew it gently.

"Tweet ......"

A gentle whistle sounded.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, the black wind suddenly paused, emitting the most earth-shattering humming sound ever.

Dongfang Mo's scalp was numb, and he saw that the black wind pounced on him in an instant under his shocked eyes.