"This should be silver iron. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

After he got the world's strange record list from Yin Yin, he had carefully studied it for a long time.

At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that the silver pole iron, which ranked ninety-seventh on the strange stone list, was quite similar to the material used to refine this silver needle.

The description of the silver pole iron in the strange stone list is as light as a feather, and sometimes a glimmer of crystal light will flash.

But the amount of silver iron in front of you is too little, right? It is only the most suitable to refine into silver needles.

Dongfang Mo was originally a little regretful, but suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he thought that when he was with the soap-robed boy, that kid had mentioned to him an extremely tricky and weird magic weapon, named Biyousi.

This blue gossamer is a certain refining material, refined into a filament, which can avoid the detection of divine consciousness, and it is difficult to guard against when attacking.

But this "filamentous" is not as general as the literal meaning suggests. Instead, it needs to be tens or hundreds of times thinner than a hair, to the point where it is impossible to detect with the naked eye, so that it can be called "silk".

Of course, if you want to refine it into tens or even hundreds of times thinner than a human hair, the requirements for materials are quite high, and it is impossible for ordinary high-grade ores to reach this level of toughness.

But this silver pole iron ranks 97th on the list of strange stones. Naturally, it is not an ordinary refining material, and it is enough to refine Nabi Gossamer.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo nodded, put it away preciously, and then turned around.

"Gollum!"

When he looked ahead, he found that the body of the handsome young man had dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the essence blood had been soaked into the earth.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo looked at the dry blood river not far away, looking at the scarlet liquid flowing at the bottom of the river, with a thoughtful and solemn expression in his eyes.

After a few moments, he came to his senses, reached out and took a suck, and grabbed the handsome young man's left storage bag in his hand.

The fighting between him and the handsome young man seemed cumbersome, but in fact, it was over after only a few dozen breaths.

So he suddenly raised his head, looked into the distance, and swept over more than a dozen other battle groups.

His gaze finally rested on a burly figure.

At this time, Xing Wu forced a young man with a scar on his face to retreat.

The scar-faced young man didn't know which side of the force he was a disciple of, and his cultivation was enough to build a foundation in the later stage. In his hand he controls a strangely shaped jet-black shuttle.

The shuttle has two pointed ends and a round middle. When galloping, it rotates at high speed and makes a "whine" sound, which makes people feel a little tight.

You must know that the power of Xing Wu's punch is enough to directly blast the monks in the late stage of foundation building. But this man was not a direct enemy of him at all, relying on the sharpness of the shuttle to entangle him, and he himself was constantly fighting.

Although Xing Wu's body is burly, he can turn into a violent wind raging while running, and his speed is extremely fast, and if he continues like this, the scar-faced young man will inevitably be defeated.

So Dongfang Mo looked elsewhere.

One of the battle groups was a yellow-robed woman with an ordinary face, controlling a yellow talisman and fighting fiercely with a Jiang family man in the late stage of foundation building.

However, the battle between the two was obviously coming to an end, and after just observing four or five breaths, the yellow-robed woman used the talisman on top of her head to burn the Jiang family man into ashes.

Dongfang Mo turned his head again and looked at a somewhat short boy and a man from the Gongsun family.

The young man's fingers were extremely long, and they looked strange. The body was extremely flexible, and in an erratic manner, it suddenly appeared behind the man of the Gongsun family, and his palm suddenly probed.

With the "Poof! With a bang, the entire arm did not enter the back of the man of the Gongsun family. Fingers the length of a normal person's palm pierced directly through his chest.

The man of the Gongsun family looked down and found that there was a bloody heart in the palm of his hand.

At this point, his pupils were dilated, and his eyes lost their brilliance.

A similar scene is still being played out in many places.

Dongfang Mo just looked around, and then withdrew his gaze. Then he touched his chin, and his eyes rolled as if he had thought of something. The figure suddenly moved, and when it reappeared, it was already behind the scar-faced young man dozens of feet away.

At this time, the scar-faced young man was struggling to dodge Xing Wu's fists, and the shuttle he controlled had a bright and dark aura, obviously under Xing Wu's flesh fist, the spirituality of the magic weapon itself had been damaged.

As soon as Dongfang Mofang appeared, he barely hesitated, and pointed at the scar-faced young man's feet.

"Poof!"

Two arm-thick vines drilled out like lightning, wrapping around the scar-faced youth's ankles with lightning speed. At this point, its retreating figure was abruptly stunned.

And taking this opportunity, Xing Wu turned into a gust of wind and suddenly appeared in front of him, a huge fist in his eyes constantly enlarged.

The Scar-faced young man's expression changed drastically, and his hands were crossed over his chest at this time. A burst of brilliant golden light erupted from his arm, as if it had been poured with gold juice.

"Bang".

In the next breath, Xing Wu's fist slammed into his arm. I saw that his golden arms exploded in an instant, and the shoulders became empty from the shoulders down.

The scar-faced young man opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, the vines under his feet shattered, and his body flew upside down.

Although he broke two arms, he was able to live for the time being. This person can be regarded as decisive, so his body retreated backwards, and at the same time, he has decided to perform some kind of secret technique of burning longevity, reshape the broken arm, and double his own strength.

Although there are endless consequences for doing so, he has no choice now.

As soon as the scar-faced young man landed, he was about to distance himself from Xing Wu. However, the moment he turned around, a young path was already in front of him at some point.

I saw that the Taoist priest raised his right hand, and his slender palm slapped him on the forehead.

"Smack".

In a trance, the scar-faced young man seemed to see the palm of this Taoist priest, and a boxy pattern appeared.

Immediately, he felt a violent and powerful demon soul drill out of the Taoist priest's palm, and then drill into his sea of consciousness from the center of his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the Scarface's expression distorted, revealing a touch of unspeakable pain. It was only three or five breaths of effort, and his body fell softly at Dongfang Mo's feet.

Dongfang Mo's heart moved, and the Demon Suppression Diagram in his palm loomed again.

"The Sprinkle family can kill him, why do you bother!"

At this time, Xing Wu suddenly appeared in front of him, looked at him and said with some dissatisfaction.

"I know you can kill him, but now is not the time to do it."

Dongfang Mo's eyes were bloodshot, and killing two people in a row made him extremely excited, and the murderous emotion in his heart was almost irrepressible.

At the critical moment, he bit the tip of his tongue, and at the same time, mana was injected into the brass bell on his waist.

"Jingle bell!"

With a pleasant sound, he shook his head vigorously and finally regained a trace of consciousness.

So he glanced at the yellow-robed woman in the distance without a trace.

He could see clearly just now that this woman was already preparing to kill her, perhaps because his cultivation here was only in the early stage of foundation building, and she seemed to be the weakest.

However, when she saw that she was actually standing with Xing Wu, after pondering for a while, she finally chose another Sword Valley disciple in the late stage of foundation building to make a move.

Dongfang Mo retracted his gaze, but he really felt a breath of great perfection in the foundation building period on this woman's body. And the yellow talisman on the top of this woman's head must be a talisman treasure. So he is extremely jealous of this woman.

This is also the reason why he made a lightning move and killed the scar-faced young man desperately, just to let others know that he and Xing Wu were all the way. If you want to attack them, you have to weigh them. Now that I look at it, it really has a miraculous effect.

At this time, the short young man, Yin Xiao's eyes also looked at Dongfang Mo and the others. I saw him put his blood-soaked fingers to his mouth, licked the red blood, and showed a bloodthirsty smile to the two.

"Dogs. Damn, how can you dare to look at the two of you? ”

In the face of this person's provocation, Xing Wu was furious, and he couldn't help but say that he was going to kill the young man.

"Stop! You idiot. ”

Dongfang Mo's expression twitched, and his figure turned into an afterimage, blocking in front of him.

It's hard to let other people throw a rat bogey, if Xing Wu's pig brain makes a rash move, it will definitely be another trouble.

"You get out of the way, the Sprinkle family will kill him!"

Xing Wu slapped Dongfang Mo on the shoulder, wanting to push him away.

Under the huge force, Dongfang Mo's body staggered, and he was almost knocked to the ground by him.

But fortunately, he was prepared, and with a shake of his shoulders, he channeled the force from his shoulders to his legs, and then unloaded to the ground.

"Poof!"

His feet were three inches deep, and after his body stood firm, he was still in front of Xing Wu.

At this time, he really wanted to press Xing Wu to the ground and beat him violently. A simple-minded guy with well-developed limbs who doesn't think about things at all.

"No need to do anything more, it's going to be over soon."

Dongfang Mo stood still, looked at him and spoke.

Hearing this, Xing Wu looked up and looked ahead.

I saw that the yellow-robed woman, leaning on the talisman suspended above her head, burned the Sword Valley disciple into a pile of ashes again.

In another place, a blue-robed boy and a lean man dressed in a short hexagram fought together.

The blue-robed young man held a bull's horn, and the surging river water gushed out of the horn.

The lean man had iron rings on his hands, and his arms waved, rippling layer by layer, squeezing the river to both sides.

But the river was so turbulent that it seemed endless, turning into a tidal wave, wave after wave, rolling towards the lean man, and in the blink of an eye his figure was submerged in the water.

The river twisted, wrapping the lean man into an oval cocoon that was three feet high.

At this point, the blue-robed young man smiled disdainfully, and was about to take back the magic weapon in his hand.

But in the next breath, I saw that the river suddenly exploded, and a figure fell from the sky.

It was the lean man, who was still in mid-air, his arms trembled, and the iron rings collided with each other, making a "clang" sound.

At the same time, a stream of white ripples visible to the naked eye swept towards the blue-robed young man.

With a "bang".

Before the blue-robed young man could react, his body exploded directly and fell apart.

Only at this time did the lean man raise his head out of breath, and the consumption was quite huge.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo also breathed a sigh of relief.

Now the only people present are him, Xing Wu, the woman in the yellow robe, the thin young man, and the lean man. No more, no less, exactly five people.

So Dongfang Mo turned to one side, stood side by side with Xing Wu, and looked at the other three with a look of vigilance in his eyes.

Xing Wu clasped his arms in his hands, and also looked down at the three of them, his eyes full of disdain.

However, after a while, Xing Wu seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked up at the black-robed figure sitting cross-legged in the air, and said:

"Didn't you say that there were only five left? Now there are only five people, if you have something to say, you can let it go, and the Sprinkle family has no time to deal with you. ”

"Shhh

Hearing this, everyone gasped.

Xindao Did this kid eat Lei Zhenzi, he is so bold. He dared to use this tone to talk to the leader of the blood clan who didn't know how deep his cultivation was.

Dongfang Mo was also taken aback, and raised his head extremely carefully, looking at the black-robed figure in the air.

After Xing Wu's words fell, the black-robed figure was unmoved, not knowing what he was thinking. It wasn't until a moment later that he spoke in ventriloquism:

"I did say that there were five people left, but there are six of you, and one more."

"One more? Don't you know how to count, I'm sorry! ”

Xing Wu looked around and found that there were indeed only five people, so he was a little annoyed, and spit out three feet away as he spoke.

However, at the moment when the words of the black-robed figure fell, for some reason, Dongfang Mo's heart jumped suddenly.

The next moment, the hairs on his body suddenly rose, and a cold breath like a poisonous snake was about to bite his back.

The moment Dongfang Mo's expression changed greatly, his body was almost subconsciously on the side.

"Whew!"

A slender soft sword slashed silently through his chest, tearing the air apart.

Fortunately, he moved quickly, and if he still maintained the position just now, I am afraid that the soft sword would pierce his chest in half.

Dongfang Mo turned around suddenly, and saw a tall thin figure dressed in night clothes, revealing only a pair of cold eyes, leaning forward, holding a sword in his right hand, still maintaining the posture of a sword.

This person is the assassin who almost killed him in Bone Mountain last time.

Unexpectedly, this assassin was also in the formation, and loomed to the end, and only then did he attack him fiercely, wanting to kill him with one blow.

The moment he saw this assassin, Dongfang Mo's blood boiled, and two terrifying murderous intent suddenly erupted in his eyes.

The killing intent of this person has long surpassed that of the girl in red at the beginning, and life and death are not together.

"Look for death!"

Without hesitation, his arm lifted and grabbed at the man's door.