The blood-glittering knife did not stab into Zhao Xue'er's body, but released a bloody light, breaking Zhao Xue'er's white shield against her skin and submerging into her dantian.

"Hmph, it's just a complete set of magic weapons, how can it really resist the pseudo-magic weapon I urged, control this little girl first. ”

"This Red Refining Divine Light, even if a cultivator in the early stage of the foundation is hit, the mana in his body will be temporarily out of control, not to mention this little guy in the middle stage of foundation building. ”

A look of contempt flashed in Feng Hua's eyes, and after striking this bloody light, the knife bent and shot at Zhao Qingtian behind him, wanting to subdue the other two in the same way.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a scream of pain sounded, and a terrifying force of qi and blood suddenly erupted from where Zhao Xue'er was, and the surging and terrifying ice mist appeared out of thin air and quickly spread outward.

The blood light knife was rushed by this cold current, as if it had been hit by an ice spell, and its flight speed was greatly reduced, and then a white light flashed, and with a crisp sound, this pseudo-magic weapon knife was knocked out.

Feng Hua was a little surprised, with the power of his divine sense, he couldn't pass through this icy mist for a while, and the mist exuded an aura like a magic weapon.

And the pseudo-magic weapon knife that was knocked away was covered with frost, and the aura was a little dim.

Feng Hua summoned the knife back to his side, raised his eyebrows, and was a little incredible: "It's strange, it can actually scatter the aura of my pseudo-magic weapon." ”

While Feng Hua was puzzled, the white mist converged inward again, and a pair of swords that exuded a crystal luster and a cold aura appeared in his eyes.

The corners of Zhao Xue'er's mouth were bleeding, her hands were covered with frost, and she held this pair of powerful swords, guarding in front of Zhao Qingtian and the others, but in the depths of those cold eyes, there was a faint trace of sadness.

"Magic weapons? Or two magic weapons, in the middle of foundation building, how can it be possible to urge the magic weapons. ”

Feng Hua was startled at first, and then showed a greedy look.

"Okay, very good, although I don't know how you use the magic weapon, but your mana is too weak to use the power of the magic weapon at all, it just so happens that I don't have the magic weapon in my hand, haha. ”

After Feng Hua was slightly surprised, he lifted the mana in his body, and the blood-colored light shrouded the pseudo-magic weapon knife again, dispelling the frost on it, turning into a bloody ray again, and quickly flashing towards Zhao Xue'er.

"Little girl, under the full urging of the monks of the Yudan period, the speed of the pseudo-magic weapon is not what you can imagine at all, even if you have a magic weapon...... Hey, I actually blocked it. Feng Hua's smile just now froze.

I saw Zhao Xue'er not saying a word, waving the Ice Sword, her body was like a ghost, and she directly stopped the flight path of the knife, and the two swords folded and stabbed at the side of the knife.

The cold aura of the ice long sword, coupled with the 30,000 catties of qi attached to it, easily knocked the knife out.

Feng Hua's face darkened, as if he didn't believe in evil, and continued to control the knife and attack from all angles, but this little girl who was not in his eyes was always able to knock his pseudo-magic weapon away at an extremely fast speed.

Only then did he realize that when the woman used the magic weapon, she held it in her hand, instead of using the object control technique to attack, including the honest young man before, who used a shield to take his attack, all of them were holding a shield.

Combined with the scene at this time, he instantly understood the way these people were fighting.

Feng Hua's face sank, he pinched the magic technique with both hands, and five blood-colored big hands appeared in front of him, quickly surrounding the pit in front of him.

Just as Zhao Xue'er wanted to break these bloody hands, these bloody hands suddenly dissipated, turned into blood-colored mist, and poured into the pit.

Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored mist covered the entire hole, and Zhao Xue'er and the others immediately noticed that their legs seemed to be stuck in a swamp quagmire, and it was very difficult to move.

Zhao Xue'er exerted her strength in both legs, with her strength of 30,000 catties, it was difficult to break free from this trapped enemy spell, and their strength was now simply unable to resist the trapped enemy spell at the level of a monk in the Yudan period.

She bit her silver teeth, lifted the essence and blood mana in her body, and continued to unleash the ice sword in her hand, twisting it towards her feet, and the ice qi appeared again, dispersing the blood-colored mist around her.

But then those blood-colored mist filled in again, and it was not at all something she could destroy in a short period of time.

When Feng Hua saw this scene, the knife in his hand was raised again, crossed an arc, and continued to blast towards Zhao Xue'er.

Before Zhao Xue'er took over his pseudo-magic weapon attack, his divine sense observed it clearly, and it was a knife that hit from the side.

This woman's strength is extremely strong, and with the sword, she can attack the blade of the knife with the greatest power, so as to fly his pseudo-magic weapon, if you meet it from the front, I am afraid that she will not be able to catch it.

Sure enough, Zhao Xue'er crossed her swords and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood after blocking the knife, obviously the pseudo-magic weapon urged by the monk of the Dan period, even if she used the magic weapon, it would be difficult to take it head-on.

After blocking this blow, Zhao Xue'er's face became more and more pale, and the frost on her hands turned into ice at this moment, and her two pairs of slender jade hands directly turned into ice hands.

This pair of ice swords also seemed to have no follow-up power, turned into two white rays, and submerged into Zhao Xue'er's dantian, and then their torsos and hands, there were also cold ice.

As if it would be contagious, the cold ice spread to other parts of Zhao Xue'er's body.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xue'er's arms turned into ice, and at this rate, it only took a few breaths for her whole person to turn into an ice sculpture.

Fortunately, at this time, Zhao Qingtian moved behind Zhao Xue'er, his face was serious, his hands were full of green light, and he pressed on Zhao Xue'er's back.

One after another cyan mana was injected into Zhao Xue'er's body, and the diffusion speed of the ice was greatly reduced, but frost also appeared on Zhao Qingtian's hands, and obviously this terrifying ice power also passed into Zhao Qingtian's body.

Feng Hua outside the pit had a really expression: "I said how the foundation building period monk urged the magic weapon, it turned out that he was sealed into his body by other Dan stage monks. ”

"Although this kind of magic weapon will not damage the host, after forcibly urging it, the power of the magic weapon in it will eat back against it. ”

"If I hadn't wanted to be captured alive, why would I be so troublesome. ”

"Although Sun Huo died, he got a pair of ice attribute magic weapons, as well as these three monks with strong qi and blood, and he also had an explanation when he went back. ”

Feng Hua looked at the remaining strong men, and with a resolute face, he picked up the damaged shield on the ground, he shook his head, urged the knife in his hand, and in just three rounds, the two shields were completely broken, and his two shoulders were pierced.

By now, Pan Yan and the Zhao family brothers and sisters who have become semi-ice sculptures have no power to resist.

Feng Hua pinched the magic trick and re-released several blood-colored big hands, which fused with the blood-colored mist in the pit and turned into a huge blood-colored ball, enveloping Zhao Qingtian and the three of them.

But at this moment, a pair of pitch-black palms suddenly appeared under Feng Hua's feet.

The five fingers of these palms had sharp nails on them, glowing with a black sheen, exuding a cold aura, which pierced his mana shield at once, and held his calves tightly.