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For Lu Xiaotian, this psychic golden whip is rarely used, after all, this thing is useless to the Yuanying Monk. And ordinary Jindan monks are rarely able to threaten his existence. It's just that at this time, he is alone against the six Jindan monks, Rao is mana is powerful, in a hurry, I am afraid that he will not be able to take them all, and the scorpion arrow array composed of hundreds of foundation building monks is also quite doorway, and it actually faintly brings him a sense of threat, and ordinary Danyuan magic weapons are afraid that they will not be able to break this arrow array with all their strength.

Lu Xiaotian was reluctant to damage his Dan Yuan magic weapon, and he only had this spiritual golden whip.

Using the sword rain to suppress the remaining five Jindan monks in Amusanna, Lu Xiaotian held the golden whip in his hand and struck it with a volley of whips.

Boom, the golden shadow flickered, as if the void was about to be torn apart by this whip. The golden shadow struck at the huge arrow, and the huge arrow trembled. After all, it was far from being the opponent of the psychic golden whip, and the huge arrows shattered inch by inch in the air, turning into countless tiny arrows that fell crookedly from the air, and the golden shadow did not disappear, hitting the hundreds of foundation building monks.

"Scorpion Array, Emperor!" Seeing this, the Zhuji monk at the head of the foundation immediately turned pale with horror, shouted loudly, and raised the scorpion fetal bow in his hand. The other foundation building monks raised their bows one after another, and the black lights converged together, forming a flying scorpion with teeth and claws, and the huge claws waved, clamping the falling golden shadow, and the two sides wrestled.

It's just that before these foundation-building monks saw that the golden shadow was blocked, they didn't have time to rejoice, and another whip shadow swung down from the air.

Lu Xiaotian raised his hand and pulled out a few whips, even if this psychic magic weapon could only show a very small part of its power, it also had the power to split mountains and cut off water, let alone face these hundreds of foundation building monks.

Although the arrow array composed of hundreds of Changji monks is not bad, but after all, their ability is limited, and when they tried their best to block the second golden whip, all their faces were like charcoal, blue and black, and they had already been supported to the limit, and the third golden whip had already entered the arrow array like a plough sweeping hole.

The screams rang out.

Lu Xiaotian's wrist flipped, and the golden whip was put away, this psychic golden whip that had been refined with the Heaven Snatching Harvest Xuangong Sacrifice, the more times it was used, the more it was used, the power would gradually decline, until it became a mortal thing later, and the breath in the psychic golden whip was not his own after all, when he used it, it would always make Lu Xiaotian feel a little uncomfortable, if he could not use it, it was better not to use it as much as possible.

The golden whip smashed into the arrow array, and in an instant, dozens of people were directly whipped by the golden whip.

The arrow array was instantly broken, and before these people could come back to their senses, the rain of swords in the sky had already shrouded them.

The terrible screams rang out one after another, and the sword rain came so fast that the remaining foundation building monks were unable to form a formation to resist again, and the small transparent swords had already swollen one after another.

The rain-like transparent little sword was dense and flowing in the air, sometimes it was still dozens of feet away, but in an instant, it was suddenly close at hand.

Maybe in the face of other Jindan monks, with the resistance of Amusang and these people, even if the formation is broken, these foundation building monks have enough time to form a formation again, but for Lu Xiaotian, who used the phantom rain falling sword style at this time, the sword rain is like a waterfall, with Lu Xiaotian's grasp of the fighter, how can a group of foundation building monks have a second chance under Lu Xiaotian's nose.

Without the protection of the formation, these foundation building monks were as fragile as newborn babies in the rain of swords, and the screams came one after another, and at this time, these people were all enveloped in it, and they didn't even have the ability to escape.

"Bastard!" Amusang scolded, but he took out one of his maces and swung it left and right, seeing that the hundreds of Zhuji juniors he brought over were slaughtered, but he didn't have the slightest power to counteract. The screams that came and went only disturbed his panic.

Previously, the strong man in black in the middle of the Jindan saw that people were constantly dying, and at this time, he finally lost his mood, and so many people were still pressed and beaten by the terrible silver-haired monk.

Moreover, among the six Jindan monks, one had already fallen before, and the arrow array was broken, not to mention that the silver-haired monk also had a golden whip in his hand that was terrifying and almost impossible to resist. When the situation was facing a one-sided situation, the strong man in black suddenly retreated in his heart. He has just entered the middle stage of Jindan, Shouyuan still has a lot, wouldn't it be a pity if he fell here, and the situation in front of him is not that he does not fight, even the most powerful Amusang, usually only looks at the sky, and now he is not beaten into a dog.

Dead Dao Friend Mo Die Poor Dao, when did this damn Lingxiao Palace have such a terrifying Jindan monk! The black-clothed strong man's eyes fluttered, and his body flew backwards for several feet, trying his best to resist the sword rain in the same place, and he was about to escape from the battle circle. But they didn't know that now that the five of them Jindan monks were gathered together, they could still maintain one or two in Lu Xiaotian's sword rain, once someone retreated, this defensive circle would be broken immediately, maybe the strong man in black knew this truth, but he didn't want to die here.

If he hadn't rushed back in time, I was afraid that the mountain gate of Lingxiao Palace would have been swept away this time, and Lu Xiaotian was furious, how could he allow the person in front of him to retreat. However, after all, he is still only a Jindan monk, and although the Phantom Rain Falling Sword Style is powerful, it can be distributed among so many people at the same time, and the attack power will inevitably be greatly reduced. It's just that he uses mana to drive the Phantom Rain Falling Sword Style, but it doesn't affect his use of other means.

It's like using the psychic golden whip before.

Lu Xiaotian's palm was spread, and the Huojiao bow and arrow flashed out. One arrow through the air. Coming straight from behind the strong man in black, as fast as a Pegasus meteor. The strong man in black didn't expect that the faster he escaped, the faster the other party's blow would come. Shocked, he hurriedly turned around and smashed it out, but when the giant hammer touched the arrow, it was shocked away by the irresistible force above. Lu Xiaotian's current casual blow is already the strength of the late stage of Jindan, not to mention that after taking the ninth-order demon beast spirit, the power has doubled, how can a strong man in black in the middle of Jindan be able to block it.

An arrow pierced his chest, and the strong man in black fell from the air screaming. The spiritual fire that came out of the arrow burned the escaped primordial spirit.

"This idiot!" Amusang and the others scolded, it didn't matter if the man in black died by himself, but the silver-haired monk in front of him was too terrifying, and it was not something that one or two people could stop at all, and the five of them joined forces to barely block the terrible sword rain, and now a gap was revealed, and the flowing sword qi surged in, and the defensive circle of Fang Cai no longer existed.

It's just that when he saw the silver-haired monk unleash the sword rain, he still had the strength to use the fire Jiao bow and arrow, and the strength of the attack made the scalp tingle, and the strong man in black couldn't even block a blow, so he was shot to death.