The Guardian Leader, who is much bigger than the other Guardians of the Demon Island, holds the only blade of all the Guardians.

It was a metal rod, twisted and twisted to look like a twisted metal ore, and its appearance was rough and ugly, and it was not a weapon at all in the eyes of a human monk.

But when the monks saw it, they all looked shocked. There are many discussions in private, and the words that appear the most are "oolong black iron" and "oolong stick".

In fact, whether it is an oolong black iron or an oolong stick, it refers to the same thing. It was the black wand-like weapon in the hands of the leader of the Guardians, an extremely rare metal, which was so hard that it was almost in the top three known metals. At the same time, this metal is extremely difficult to forge ordinary spiritual fire, which is useless to it at all, and even some pure spiritual fire cannot be calcined. The only thing that can refine it is the Heavenly Fire, but where does the Heavenly Fire come from?

In this way, although this oolong dark iron is precious and abnormal, it seems to be of little use in the hands of decoration. This is not the case, and the magic of the Oolong is that it seems to be a natural weapon.

The appearance of the oolong black iron is the same as that of rough ore, and it is recorded that the "shape of the oolong black iron is like a twisted flower seven feet three", and the monks gave it the common name "oolong stick".

That's why, the monks recognized the Guardian Leader's weapon as soon as they saw it.

As long as the monk instills spiritual power into it, the oolong stick will immediately turn into a dark golden color, and the appearance is surging with flowing gold, waving it with gusts of wind, and sweeping like a tide, if the monk is hit by a blow, he will not die or be disabled.

Therefore, the oolong stick is a tailor-made weapon for those who are good at using the stick technique. Even if you are not a monk who makes the stick method, this oolong stick only needs to be slightly engraved with the magic circle. It is a stick-shaped magic sword, and the power of the Xuanjian is also unpredictable.

No one else needed to remind them of anything, and all the monks looked at the oolong stick with great enthusiasm. He wished that the oolong stick was now in his hand, so he looked at the leader with jealousy and murderous intent.

Murder and treasure hunting often happen among monks, and now that this treasure is still on this monster, the monks don't need to be polite.

So, some of the monks couldn't help but let out a long howl and shot at the leader of the guardians.

There were four monks in action, all but one of whom was single-handed. The other three looked like they should be a team of monks, Su Feng's eyes changed slightly, and he was slightly stunned, but the leader was an acquaintance.

It was the smile that was always open and scheming. Then when he saw the Xuanjin Fight in his hand, he knew why he couldn't bear it like this.

It turned out that this smile was originally a stick method, although the Xuanjin battle in his hand was also a rare Xuanbing. But compared with the oolong stick, it is too much worse, if the oolong stick is in his hand, he can have thirty percent more combat power, no wonder he is so enthusiastic.

As for the lone monk, in his hand was an ordinary Xuanjian, and the body of the Xuanjian sword had the light of water waves, which was obviously engraved with the blade of a fourth-class mortal soldier or above. That monk cultivated to the pinnacle of contemplation, and he thought that he should be a sharp blade of the seventh or eighth rank.

Although the lone monk was late, he was extremely fast, and the last to strike was the first. I saw that the Xuan soldier in his hand flashed with a burst of spiritual light, and it became a light sword, and Leng Mang Ling Ling's murderous aura rippled and turned out to be an eighth-rank mortal soldier.

This kind of blade is already an extremely good portable blade among monks of the level of the Condensing Realm, which shows that this monk is usually an extremely strong one. It's just that Su Feng has never been seen in the valley, and that person has not been too eye-catching in the team from beginning to end, and it was only then that he burst out, making people feel a little frightened.

Su Feng squinted at the few cultivators around him who were the most famous cultivators, and found that their eyes were all focused on that person, and one of them showed a touch of coldness, and seemed to have regarded that person as a potential threat.

Poop!

There was a light sound, but it was not loud, but it spread to the ears of all creatures within a radius of hundreds of zhang, and the sound was like a war drum in the chest, which made people feel heavy. It seemed that the lightsaber in the lone monk's hand had swept fiercely towards the leader of the guardians, but the sharp sword light was blocked by the oolong stick.

The sound was caused by the collision of the lightsaber and the oolong stick, and the lone monk saw that the sword was blocked and turned into a shadow, and attacked continuously around the leader of the guardians.

The guardian leader was also fierce and did not avoid standing in place, allowing the monk to exert his fast swordsmanship to the extreme, and from a distance, he saw a flowing shadow around the guardian leader flickering, and the oolong stick in the leader's hand sometimes rotated, sometimes sideways, sometimes swept in his hand, and actually formed a faintly visible stick cover to block the lone monk's qiē attack.

The fight was in full swing here, but the three of them who had just stood out in front of them actually stopped. Standing in the gap between the Guardian camp of the Demon Island and the camp of the monks, there was no intention of retreating if he formed a formation and didn't go to help.

Without the leader's order, the guardians of the Demon Island did not attack, and the monks did not want to kill again because of the fight they had just experienced, and they were all silently breathing, and for a while it became a stalemate, only the lone monk and the guardian leader were fighting happily

There was a howl in the woods, and another Guardian fell to the ground unwillingly.

Luo Tian retracted his magic sword expressionlessly and looked at the cracks on it and shook his head helplessly, the strength of these Demon Island Guardians is really good, these magic swords of his are all forged and blessed by Mu Ling, but they are not those ordinary magic swords. Even so, slashing on the bones of the guardian of the Demon Island was a stir, and if it was accidentally hit by a punch, it would immediately be full of cracks and almost useless.

Although he regrets in his heart, it is not a pity that this magic sword is already the fifth magic sword he has scrapped. Although Luo Tian could only use this to manipulate two magic swords to fight, there were dozens of magic swords used in the preparation of the wood spirit refining in his jade slips, and he was not afraid of this loss.

Although the magic sword is a blade, it is a more advanced consumable than the spirit rune for monks. Most monks will have at least one magic sword in case they need it, but only the most important weapon in the monk's hands is the personal blade such as the Xuan Bing or the blade that intends to refine the life weapon.

The scrapped magic sword Luo Tian didn't have the heart to reforge it, so he threw it at the guardian of the Demon Island who rushed towards him.

The magic sword has been greatly damaged, and as soon as Luo Tian is fully instilled with spiritual power, it explodes into a mass of iron in an instant, covering a large area, and blasts towards the guardian of the demon island, the guardian of the demon island can't dodge, his feet slam on the ground, and he has no instep, and his thick arms are raised to protect his head.

I only heard a sound of 'whoosh' and 'poof' into the bones and flesh, and countless fragments pierced into the body of the guardian of the Demon Island, and dense wounds spurted blood one after another.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Luo Tian's mouth, and the phantom shifter immediately unfolded and appeared in front of the guardian of the Demon Island. At this time, the guardian of the demon island also came to lower his arms, instinctively sensing the danger and wanted to retreat, but it was appropriate to counteract the impact of the magic sword fragments, and buried his instep deep under the ground, although it was not deep, it affected the speed of his retreat.

The victory or defeat of the master's move is only a thought, not to mention that the retreat is not as good as such a mistake?

The Xuanjian in Luo Tian's hand was like the rising morning sun, emitting a cold light, like a meteor piercing straight out, Luo Tian's eyes were fixed on the monk's chest at the fork below the cross-armed, and the blade of the sword pierced into the fork, cutting the dark gray flesh and stabbing towards the wide and unseemly chest.

However, at this moment, Luo Tian suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him. Immediately after that, a broad-chested gray shadow appeared from the empty air, and the huge fist slammed into Luo Tian's Heavenly Spirit Gai, and behind the fist wind was the red eyes of the guardian of the Demon Island, who was extremely indifferent and had no feelings.

Luo Tian smiled at this moment of life and death, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was a little narrow and a little proud.

The next moment, the Demon Island Guardian who appeared out of the air smashed his fist into Luo Tian's afterimage. The next moment, the Xuanjian held by Luo Tian suddenly exploded with a bright light.

The next moment, Luo Tian appeared under the tree not far away with a calm face.

The next moment, the Chaos Spirit Bead in Luo Tian's hand shone brightly, like a cannonball out of the chamber, and the aura of the Xuanjian explosion shrouded the two Demon Island Guardians in it.

Luo Tian's right hand was slowly raised, and then he shook it hard!

The light that exploded in the distance trembled violently, and then it seemed to be suppressed by space and compressed to the middle, shrinking into a ball of light in the dim space and then slowly extinguishing and disappearing.

The Chaos Spirit Bead spun and flew back out of nowhere, and the brilliance of the bead was dim. The last two Demon Island Guardians were all under Luo Tian's final blow, or the tiniest particle of matter, leaving not a single remnant.

Luo Tian did not relax, a pair of cold eyes looked around coldly, the Chaos Spirit Bead was the only treasure around him. His magic sword was blasted and killed by him in battle, and the sword he was used to was also blasted and injured by him at the last moment.

Luo Tian has always used a sword, but few people know that Luo Tian's true power is the Chaos Spirit Bead, which is not light.

After the Chaos Spirit Bead was forged by the Wood Spirit many times, its current appearance has long been unrecognizable compared to the original. The current spirit bead is more like a work of art than a treasure orb, and the upper and lower sides of the Chaos Spirit Bead are wrapped in unknown golden metal, and the golden metal is uneven.

The golden metal on the upper side is like the stars of the Haohe River, deep and empty, and the lower side is the majestic mountains, a horse and a flat river, and there are rivers and cities. It is as if the gold ornaments on both sides contain everything in the world. The main body of the bead body has turned into a faint blue sky, and the white mist floats misty on it, and from time to time there are chaos mixed in it, if you look closely, you will feel that the infinite true meaning is looming in it, but it is mysterious and difficult to understand.

It seems that at this moment, with the end of the energy explosion contained in the Chaos Spirit Bead and entering a period of weakness, Luo Tiancai saw the appearance of the orb that he planned to refine with his natal magic weapon, and only after making sure that there would be no more invisible Demon Island Guardians around him did he put away his cold eyes and looked at the Chaos Spirit Bead curiously.

"How did Mu Ling do it?" Luo Tian looked curious.

The shock in his heart was no less than the moment when the powerful man appeared in the trial space, this was his orb, he deliberately and clearly sensed the aura of the Chaos Spirit Orb that instantly increased when he used the 'Volley Blast' for the first time just now. It was a huge aura that only a treasure weapon had, but Luo Tian knew very well that the lowest level used by the treasure weapon was a cultivator of the Transformation Realm, how could he use the treasure weapon that was driven by divine breath if he was only in the Concentration Realm now.

The Divine Breath is unique to the Divine Transformation Realm cultivators, and he is only condensing the Divine Soul now.

Wrong!

Just now, Luo Tian sensed clearly, when the Chaos Spirit Bead killed the two Demon Island Guardians with a volley explosion, he had not absorbed spiritual power in his body at all. In other words, this is completely the Chaos Spirit Bead bursting out with its own power.

Thinking of this, Luo Tian was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly deepened his divine sense into the Chaos Spirit Bead to find out. Speaking of which, Luo Tian was also quite speechless, although this Chaos Spirit Bead had to be refined into a life weapon. It can be said that the wood spirit has been forging for a long time, and he has not touched the Chaos Spirit Bead.

This time, he was able to use the spirit bead surprisingly successfully, when he asked for the jade slip from the wood spirit, and the wood spirit told him that the forging of the Chaos Spirit Bead had reached a bottleneck, and if he wanted to go further, he needed to find other spirit materials and opportunities, so he put the Chaos Spirit Bead in his hand again.

However, fortunately, the Chaos Spirit Bead was refined by him with refined blood, and it was already in line with his heart.

Although there has been a huge change, Luo Tian is still as easy to use as a wall of his hand. The embarrassment of not appearing his own magic weapon, but he will not use it.