"Is this the power of an intermediate spirit weapon?" Lei Ming's eyes lit up, and the powerful vitality condensed in the palm of his other hand and struck towards the majestic vitality in front of him again.

"Boom!"

After withstanding a heavy blow from the thunder, the majestic vitality shook violently, and then dissipated into nothingness in the air.

Blocking this powerful attack, Lei Ming stared at the short sword in Fang Yan's hand with a burning expression. The greed in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Is this the rumored mid-level spirit weapon? It's a lot more powerful than I thought, but how do you deserve to have something so good? It has to be in my hands to be at its most powerful. In you, it's just a tyrannical thing. ”

Lei Ming's eyes were hideous, his palms waved sharply, and several Yuan balloons flew towards Fang Yan with a whistling voice.

Feeling the sound of breaking wind behind him, Fang Yan's eyes froze, and he quickly glanced back, and with a movement of his palm, a strong vitality surged out from his palm, and pushed towards the spiritual weapon that followed closely.

"Whoosh!"

Vitality flashed out of his hand like lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he wrapped the galloping spiritual weapon.

After attacking that vitality, Fang Yan didn't stop for a moment, and the palm holding the short sword swung down quickly.

"Whew! Swish! Swish! ”

Three extremely powerful Yuan Qi energies burst out from the tip of the sword, mixed with a violent storm and slammed towards the wrapped spiritual weapon.

Obviously, Fang Yan wanted to destroy one of the other party's spiritual weapons before making plans. He was confident that even if the other party was the strength of the later stage, if his three attacks really fell on that spiritual weapon, that spiritual weapon would be greatly damaged even if it was not destroyed. As long as the other party is missing a spiritual weapon, he has the confidence that he will let the other party hurt himself in the slightest.

But what he didn't expect was that just as his three attacks landed on the opponent's spiritual weapon, the opponent's spiritual weapon suddenly shone brightly, shattering the vitality that wrapped it in just a trembling moment.

At this time, it was only two breaths since he was trapped by the dialect.

The spirit weapon came out of trouble, shook it slightly, flew up several feet high, and dodged the three attacks with great ease.

The corners of Fang Yan's eyes jumped, and his mouth was bitter, he didn't expect that the power of a low-level spiritual weapon in the hands of a late-stage strength person was actually much stronger than he imagined, and he couldn't even trap it.

The spirit weapon made a light turn in mid-air, and galloped towards Fang Yan again.

Seeing this, Fang Yan's heart sank, and his mouth was bitter. It seems that it is not easy to destroy a spiritual weapon of the other party. In desperation, he had no choice but to take the short sword out of his hand and block the opponent's spiritual weapon.

After throwing the short sword out, he turned his head to look at a few whistling Yuan balloons, sneered, and moved under his feet again, and his whole body was blurred, and the next moment, he appeared a few feet away, easily dodging these attacks.

Not far away, Lei Ming watched his attack fail, as if he had expected it a long time ago, and did not show a surprised look. Instead, with a hint of curiosity, he looked at the short sword thrown by Fang Yan.

"Choke!"

The short sword quickly interacted with the opponent's spiritual weapon, emitting a piercing grinding sound, and the light on his body did not diminish in the slightest. Obviously, the short sword that was an intermediate spirit weapon was enough to make up for the gap in the strength of the dialect that was one level lower than the opponent's.

The two spiritual weapons collided heavily, and then quickly retreated half a foot, and a fierce energy kept erupting from the two spiritual weapons, slamming together. With each impact, the thundering spirit weapon had to retreat slightly.

It seemed that the intermediate-level spiritual weapon that seemed to be a dialect had a slight upper hand.

However, it only has a slight advantage. Although the thundering spirit weapon was retreating, the distance of this retreat was very small, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't even see it. Not only that, but the attack of the short sword did not have any impact on this spiritual weapon, and the light of the opponent's spiritual weapon also did not change at all. If the short sword wants to destroy this spiritual weapon, it is also difficult.

"That's what you're capable of?" Lei Ming stood in place, with a sneering look on his face, looked at Fang Yan coldly, and said, "I said that an intermediate spirit weapon can only exert its power in my hands. Now that you can't count on an intermediate-level spiritual weapon, is it possible that you want to fight me with that set of footwork? Hmph, no matter how fast you are, can you outperform my spiritual weapon? ”

Fang Yan looked at him vigilantly, without saying a word, but his mind was constantly turning, looking for a way out.

"At most, a quarter of an hour, my other two spiritual artifacts will be destroyed by me. At that point, I'll see where you can hide. Lei Ming looked at Fang Yan with a playful face, and there was a kind of cat and mouse banter in his eyes.

At this point, he didn't even bother to attack the dialect, because he had just discovered that perhaps because of the dialect's great strength, he was running that set of footwork, and the speed was much faster than the last time he intercepted him at the top of the mountain.

Last time, he could still see his trajectory as he ran the set, but at this point, he couldn't capture it anymore. He relied on this set of extremely fast footwork exercises, if he was determined to dodge. His attacks are also a bit difficult to hit the opponent.

Rather than this, it is better to save some effort and wait until the other party's spiritual weapon is destroyed. As long as his spiritual weapon is free, unless the dialect can grow wings, he will not be able to escape.

In the distance, Fang Yan's brows were tightly knit, and he naturally knew this truth very well. He glanced up at the knife and sword in the distance, and his brow furrowed.

Although the four spirit weapons were all low-level, because Thunder was the strength of the late stage, the power of the opponent's spirit weapon was more than twice as strong as his spirit weapon. The attacks of the knife and the long sword were shattered by the fierce energy of the opponent before they could reach the opponent's spiritual weapon. Not only could they not get close to the other party, but they were shocked back again and again by the opponent's powerful energy, and even from time to time, two energy that they couldn't stop fell on the body of the device.

"No, if you continue to consume it like this, I'm afraid these two spiritual weapons will really be destroyed." Fang Yan's mind raced, and then his figure disappeared in place. The next moment, he appeared underneath the long sword.

Seeing that the light on his long sword slowly dimmed, Fang Yan's heart sank, his palms danced wildly, and fist shadows containing powerful power surged out of his hands, clanging and falling on top of the opponent's spiritual weapon, and in an instant, the opponent's spiritual weapon was forced to retreat again and again.

At the same time, the long sword that had greatly reduced the pressure was also shining brightly, and launched a ferocious attack towards the opponent's attack. Under the combined force of one person and one weapon, the thundering spirit weapon quickly fell into the wind.

"Do you really think I don't exist?" At this moment, the thunder not far away shouted angrily, and several Yuan balloons rushed with an irresistible momentum.