Chapter 395, a powerful ninth-layer boss
Zhang Xinran and Xingyue looked at the items in the treasure chest in surprise, which was a gem that shimmered with magical light.
The gems exude a powerful power that can actually restore their injuries and increase their strength!
"Tsk...... I didn't expect you to be able to open this treasure chest, it seems that you are all righteous people. ”
Not far away, the figure of the old man slowly condensed, this is an ordinary old man's appearance, but his eyes are extremely sharp, as if he can kill!
Xingyue and Zhang Xinran's faces changed greatly, they could feel that this old man's strength was very strong, but they were both fearless and could not give up.
"I want to see how strong you are!"
Zhang Xinran took the lead in rushing forward with a long sword in her hand, she was very confident in her swordsmanship.
Xingyue's face was a little worried, and she clenched her magic wand, ready to cast her magic at any moment.
The old man smiled faintly, as if he was disdainful of Zhang Xinran's challenge, he leisurely stretched out a hand and took out an ordinary-looking wooden fan from his sleeve, which was engraved with ancient runes and peculiar patterns.
Zhang Xinran felt a powerful force emanating from the old man's body, pressing her almost out of breath.
She swung her sword as hard as she could, trying to resist the oppression, but she struggled as if she were fighting against the sea.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xingyue quickly recited the incantation, and a bright light suddenly emanated from the magic staff.
She cast her defensive magic as fast as she could, trying to buy Zhang Xinran time.
The corners of the old man's mouth raised slightly, as if he didn't care about Xingyue's magic, and the fan in his hand suddenly raised violently, suddenly stirring up a gust of wind.
The storm swept in, instantly blowing away the magical power of Xingyue, and she hurriedly retreated to avoid being swept away by the storm.
Zhang Xinran saw Xingyue in danger, and anger and unwillingness welled up in his heart.
With all her strength, she continued to wield her long sword against the old man's fan.
The sword light flickered, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, but the old man's fan was like an impregnable barrier, unshakable.
"You better give up, the ninth layer is not something you can set foot in." The old man's voice came through the storm, cold and mocking.
Xingyue and Zhang Xinran stood side by side, condensing a firm force, Xingyue nodded lightly, and exchanged a look with Zhang Xinran in tacit understanding.
They understand that they are facing a formidable enemy, but they will not back down easily.
Star-Moon's magic wand flickered again, and she chanted a spell, summoning a massive fireball.
The fireball burned brightly, flying towards the old man with a fiery aura.
The old man's brows furrowed slightly, the fan in his hand danced, and a fan shadow greeted the fireball.
Fire and wind collided with each other, erupting into dazzling flames and raging storms, and the flames and wind intertwined to form a huge vortex of energy.
Xingyue and Zhang Xinran felt the majesty of this energy, and their bodies were involuntarily attracted to it.
They struggled, trying to break free from the maelstrom, but to no avail.
"Give up, you can't resist my power." The old man's voice was full of mockery, as if mocking their helplessness.
However, just as Xingyue and Zhang Xinran were about to be sucked into the whirlpool, a trace of determination flashed in their eyes.
They know they can't give up, they have to fight to the end, or death awaits them!
Xingyue and Zhang Xinran glanced at each other, and they saw in each other's eyes that they did not give up.
Their encouragement to each other seemed to arouse the deepest strength in their hearts, and powerful energy burst out of their bodies.
I saw Xingyue waving a magic wand, and her and Zhang Xinran's bodies gradually became transparent, as if they were incarnated as elves of light.
Their bodies collided with the whirlpool, making a piercing sound, and the whirlpool gradually dissipated, and Xingyue and Zhang Xinran exuded a powerful light all over their bodies.
A hint of shock flashed in the old man's eyes, he didn't expect these two little ants to have such great power.
"Hmph, don't cry if you don't see the coffin!"
The old man snorted coldly, only to see him wave the wooden fan in his hand, and dozens of black-clothed people suddenly appeared.
These more than a dozen black-clothed people rushed towards Xingyue and Zhang Xinran at an extremely fast speed, causing them to retreat again and again.
Zhang Xinran's arm holding the long sword was a little numb, but she still didn't give up and released a powerful sword move.
"Flames!"
As soon as the words fell, flames erupted from Xingyue's hands, instantly surrounding the black-clothed people around them.
The raging flames danced, forcing the man in black to retreat, and Xingyue absorbed the elements between heaven and earth, and the power of magic continued to increase, making her magic attacks even more powerful.
And Zhang Xinran relied on his superb swordsmanship to start a fierce battle with several men in black.
Her body was agile, her sword light flickered, and every move made the man in black tired to deal with.
Although her arm was getting numb and worse, she gritted her teeth and persevered.
The old man sneered, and the wooden fan in his hand slammed down, and suddenly a dazzling light flew out, heading straight for Xingyue.
Xingyue was startled, and she hurriedly dodged, but the light followed her, and there was nowhere to hide.
At the critical moment, a figure rushed from a distance, blocking Xingyue's body.
It was a mysterious man in a black robe, holding a silver dagger that pierced the light like lightning.
The silver dagger collided with the light, making a piercing crashing sound, and the mysterious man's whole body exuded a powerful aura, his movements were swift and accurate, and every attack was not to be underestimated.
Xingyue looked at the man in front of her, her heart full of gratitude and doubts.
She didn't know who this man was or why he was here, but at the moment she could only temporarily believe that he was her ally.
The mysterious man snorted and swung his dagger, shattering the light.
He glanced around indifferently, and the black-clothed people around him fell to the ground one after another, no longer capable of fighting.
The old man's face became extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth unwillingly: "Someone dares to stop me!" You're all going to die for me! ”
With his roar, dozens of black-clothed people flocked to Xingyue and the mysterious man again.
Xingyue gritted her teeth and condensed more powerful magical energy, and the mysterious man's whole body exploded, knocking down every man in black who approached like lightning.
The battle was in full swing, and Zhang Xinran and the mysterious man's cooperation became more and more tacit, and they assisted each other, cooperating with attacks and defenses, and defeated the men in black one by one.
Time seemed to stand still, sword light, flame and lightning were intertwined, and in the sword light and sword shadow, the duel between Zhang Xinran and the mysterious man and the man in black was extremely fierce.
Finally, the last man in black fell, and the battle ended, and the figures of Zhang Xinran and the mysterious man looked lonely and fierce in the smoke and dust.
The old man's eyes widened, and he looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.
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