The smoke and dust dispersed, and Jiang Ding closed his eyes for a moment.

"Seriously injured, but alive."

Sonor!

The Taiqing Flying Sword disappeared in the air explosion and smashed into the soil layer, and the sword intent locked on the figure that was fleeing at a relatively slow speed in the soil layer.

"Damn it!"

The old man in the shadow robe scolded angrily, and had to make the pitch-black arrow feather magic weapon to meet him.

Bite!

There was a violent trembling, sparks splashed everywhere, the Taiqing Flying Sword was blocked, and it was entangled with the rain of pitch-black arrows, each breath collided hundreds of times, and the two lights of blue gold and pitch-black flickered, splashing a little spiritual light, making the nearby soil layer boil.

Woohoo!

Three hundred and sixty hunter missiles arrived, but they did not entangle with the two weapons, passed through the soil layer, and killed the shadow-robed old man in the earth.

No matter how much he hid his form, it was useless to retreat into the shadows underground.

Sword intent locked firmly onto his position, guiding the real-time location of the missile swarm.

Rumble!

In the blink of an eye, three hundred and sixty missiles caught up with the shadow-robed old man, the scream of Dao death, and the fluctuation of Dao third-order destruction spells clearly appeared in his ears.

"Shadow Cover!"

The shadow-robed old man snorted.

A pitch-black bead appeared on the top of his head, shining brightly, and it turned out to be an extremely rare high-grade magic weapon, and his wealth was staggering.

The top-grade magic weapon is already the strongest magic weapon that the Jindan monk can use!

As for the best magic weapon, it is also called the infant treasure, only the Yuanying monk has enough mana to drive, and the Jindan monk cannot use it.

Many Yuanying monks, if they have not been promoted for a long time, they can only use the top-grade magic weapon in their hands.

Airplanes!

The pitch-black orb vibrated and spread out a circle of ripples, unfolding a pitch-black and heavy pure black shield several feet in size around him, faintly with the intention of shadows eroding and devouring all things, and layers of rock and soil were melted.

Rumble!

Three hundred and sixty hunter missiles arrived as scheduled, exploding violently, and the flames of the rolling third-order spells swept in all directions, and the soil layer seven or eight kilometers below was blasted out of a kilometer hollow, and the ground shook the ground.

This is an explosion that occurred in an approximate confined space!

The shadow-robed old man snorted, and the shield formed by the pitch-black orb was compressed to a thickness of several inches in the violent explosion, almost clinging to his skin.

But in the end, it resisted.

Woohoo!

However, in the sky, a group of three hundred and sixty hunter missiles fell again with a terrible sound of breaking through the air, flew into the deep pit of the patio that had been blown up in advance, and then followed the route of the previous wave of missiles in an instant, once again submerging him who could not escape far from the earth.

"Damn the East Pole Demon Gate!"

The old man in the shadow robe shouted angrily, but he had no choice but to desperately pour mana into the pitch-black beads to thicken the shadow shield, resisting the bombardment of waves of missiles, and the shadow shield swayed left and right.

Suddenly, his face turned pale.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The Taiqing Flying Sword and the Rain of Pitch-Black Arrows collided violently with every breath, constantly staggering.

The sword light of the azure flying sword shone, the sword intent of destruction was pervasive, and the sword body was even more golden and the golden pattern of the Breaking Immortal was formed into a net, and each blow slashed off pieces of pitch-black shadow aura.

The pitch-black arrow feather is extremely spicy, or point or dial, touch and go, never face hard, from time to time looking for opportunities to break through the air, piercing a corner of blue and gold sword light.

Like a scheming hunter, he wears down the tiger's strength little by little, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

"It's really old and not dead for a thief."

Jiang Ding's face was ugly.

This kind of feeling that you obviously have an advantage in strength, but you are led by the nose by others.

If it weren't for the fact that this person was too confident before, the six nail-headed seven-book arrows hit hard, and they collided with the azure sun transformed by the Taiqing Flying Sword extremely hard, and the magic weapon formation pattern was completely wiped out and completely destroyed, and the current situation would be several times more uncomfortable.

"But there are no ifs, that's the end of it."

Jiang Ding smiled coldly.

The pitch-black arrow feather collided with him so many times, even if he tried his best to dodge, there was still one contact in a thousand, plus the injuries caused by the combined bombardment of the missile group before.

At this time, the pitch-black arrow feathers were covered with sermon scratches, and the magic weapon formation patterns everywhere were blocked by the sword qi, the aura continued to dim, the aura continued to decrease, and the speed slowed down.

"Go!"

Jiang Ding pointed a little at his finger, and all the mana poured into the natal flying sword.

The hole the size of the thumb of the eyebrows was deep, the light of the electromagnetic main cannon flickered, and the formation patterns similar to the magnetic field-assisted dotted line within a radius of ten kilometers flashed away, and the infinite magnetic field spiritual energy gathered the power of the killing array and fell on the Taiqing Flying Sword.

Rumble!

The Taiqing Flying Sword disappeared in the air explosion.

"Not good!"

The dark arrow rain trembled violently, and a strong sense of sadness appeared in the heart of the old man in the shadow robe, and while withstanding the bombardment of three hundred and sixty hunter missiles, he also wanted to urge the mana in his body, and what he wanted to do

The Taiqing Flying Sword appears again!

The shattering sword intent was pervasive, the sword body was staggered with immortal gold patterns, and the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of several kilometers was slightly stagnant, and it slashed fiercely on the pitch-black arrow feather.

Click!

There was a moment of stalemate, and in the tooth-aching sound of metal tearing, the previous scream became a reality, and the pitch-black arrow feather was cut in half from the rapier shaft!

Two dim arrows fell from the sky, plunging into the dirt and rocks, without the slightest breath.

"Poof!"

"No!"

The shadow-robed old man roared angrily, spurting out a large mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, and the aura on the whole person fell off a cliff, declining to the extreme, and soon became inferior to even the mid-stage Jindan monks.

Natal magic weapon!

This is an extremely important thing for the monks above the golden pill of human beings, all of them are always practiced with painstaking efforts, accompanied by the path of a lifetime, and there is no difference between the destruction of the natal magic weapon and the heart being pierced.

At this moment, his body was shaking, his meridians trembled, and even the pitch-black orb lost its brilliance, falling from the sky, and the unfolded shadow shield dissipated.

Woohoo!

Three hundred and sixty hunter missiles arrived as expected, drowning him out in a violent explosion, scattering fragments of robes and charred flesh and limbs.

A huge hollow drum bulged underground, a small earthquake occurred, and a large amount of earth and rocks fell to fill in the cavern that had suddenly become extraordinary.

"Dead?"

Jin Lingfeng asked.

In their third-order Lingzi Radar Electromagnetic Interaction Formation, this late-stage Jindan monk of the Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Shadow Killing Hall had been disappearing and reappearing from time to time, which was very weird.

However, this time, the body was shattered, and the natal magic weapon was broken.

It's supposed to be dead, right?

"Nope."

"There is still one Jin Dan and his divine soul left, and they escaped."

"Jindan late stage monks, one by one can live better than rats and cockroaches, if this is not the small realm of Xianmen, we have a huge home advantage, it is really possible to let him escape."

Jiang Ding sensed the pointer provided by the sword intent and the array spirit for a moment, and his heart of fear rose.

The sword light rolled up the arrow feather magic weapon that was broken into two, the high-grade defensive magic weapon pitch black orb, and a storage bag, and took him to break through the soil layer that was constantly falling and falling, split the huge stones weighing tens of hundreds of tons, and flew back to the ground.

"Over there."

Jiang Ding stared into the distance, and vaguely saw a fist-sized shadow golden pill, on which lived a small shadow-robed old man, with a frightened expression, and fled frantically into the distance.

(End of chapter)