Feng Hua's face changed wildly, feeling the cold aura on his legs, and he was terrified in his heart: "What the hell is this!"

His fingers pinched the spell one after another, striking out several blood-colored aura, and at the same time, his pseudo-magic weapon knife also slashed towards the black palms like crazy.

I saw that the palms of these hands emitted a gray spiritual light, blocking several attacks, and this pseudo-magic weapon knife hit the palm of the hand, and it only made a crisp sound, and the light was dimmed and bounced out.

"How is that possible!"

Feng Hua panicked, the few attacks he had just made, even if it was an ordinary early stage cultivator, he didn't dare to use the shield to make a hard connection, what kind of thing was this pair of black palms, it was unharmed.

As soon as he finished attacking, he felt a cold breath that went down the black palms and into his calves, unlike the cold ice, this breath made him feel his blood freeze.

This cold aura rushed up quickly along his calves, as if it wanted to permeate his entire body.

Feng Hua patted his head and thought about it, knowing that when this cold aura permeated, there was a chance that his body would be uncontrollable, so he immediately mobilized the mana in his body to fight against it.

"Woohoo!"

This cold aura met with the red refining demon mana in Feng Hua's body, directly suppressing his mana, and he was defeated and retreated.

Feng Hua was horrified to find that this cold power was even deeper than his mana, and it definitely exceeded the level of the early stage of the Yudan.

Seeing that the cold aura was about to enter his torso from his legs, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and the pseudo-magic weapon knife turned into a bloody ray, flashing towards his thigh.

Feng Hua was very decisive, and at this moment of lightning, he directly cut off his thigh, solidified the wound with mana, and then the mana in his body flashed, and he flew into the air with the remnants of his legs.

In the face of this unfathomable and strange palm, Feng Hua, who didn't have a magic weapon, couldn't raise any thoughts of fighting, and he could find a way to recover if his leg was broken, and if his life was gone, it would really be gone.

But just as Feng Hua rose into the air, a thunderstorm suddenly sounded, and a long stick emitting a dazzling purple thunder light appeared in his eyes.

This long stick easily shattered his retreat and hit him on the shoulder, and at this moment, Feng Hua felt a force that he couldn't imagine coming from above, making all the muscles in his body unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, another wave of thunder and lightning power appeared from the long stick, sprinkled all over his body, and the red refining demonic qi in his body was directly defeated, and the whole person fell to the ground again.

At this moment, the hands on the ground had disappeared, and what appeared there was a zombie with black muscles all over its body and exuding a cold aura.

Feng Hua's consciousness swept away, and he couldn't help but murmur, with a look of despair on his face: "Intermediate bronze armored corpse." ”

The black zombie grabbed Feng Hua's body, and his hands full of sharp nails pressed on his neck and dantian respectively, and the power of yin and cold instantly submerged into his body.

Then Feng Hua lost the control of the mana in his body, his eyes dimmed for a while, and he fainted directly.

A burly man in a black power suit, holding a purple-black long stick, slowly landed next to the bronze armored corpse, and when he saw Feng Hua being restrained, he turned to look at the deep pit on the side.

The person who came was Lu Kun, and this middle-level bronze armored corpse was naturally the corpse Taoist who he had not been subdued for a long time.

When Lu Kun arrived, he happened to see Xue'er in the distance using the ice sword to make a final attack, and found that the enemy was nothing more than a monk in the early stage of the knot pill who used a pseudo-magic weapon.

So he let the corpse man lurk through the ground, and the idea of capturing the enemy alive was born.

The bronze armored corpse itself was proficient in the art of retreat, but the cave in the place of death was full of ores and could not escape, and with the middle-level cultivation of the corpse Dao people, Feng Hua's early divine consciousness naturally could not be detected.

A mid-level bronze armored corpse sneaked up on a Sectarian Immortal Cultivator who was standing on the ground without a magic weapon in his hand, and it was completely easy to capture.

What's more, with Lu Kun on his side, in the end, Feng Hua cut off his legs, and when he wanted to escape, he took a shot with a Zixiao stick.

Today's Lu Kun, the monks in the late stage of the Jiedan can be killed, and the blow of the psychic magic weapon, coupled with the corpse Dao person, easily captured this monk in the early stage of the Jiedan.

......

The blood-colored cage in the pit on the side dissipated when it lost its mana control, revealing the brothers and sisters of the Zhao family who had turned into ice sculptures and Pan Yan, who were covered in blood.

"Master, great, Master, please save the second senior brother and the third senior sister, they don't know what's going on, they have become like this. As soon as Pan Yan saw Lu Kun, he hurriedly called.

Lu Kun raised his eyebrows: "This cold ice aura is so powerful, it seems that Xue'er really used the cold ice sword, the magic weapon of Uncle Wang Ruobing's back then." ”

While thinking about it, Lu Kun flashed and appeared behind Zhao Qingtian, with one hand against his back, he ran the Thunder Refining Body Decision, separating the thunder attribute mana into the wood attribute mana, and injecting it into his body.

Zhao Qingtian received the help of this homologous mana of the Dan Period, and immediately replenished it, and the green mangs on his body were flourishing, and the chill outside his body was dispelled a lot at once, but the cold ice outside the two of them did not change much.

Seeing this, Lu Kun withdrew his palm, walked to Pan Yan's side, patted his hands on his shoulders, and used thunder attribute mana to help him heal his physical injuries.

Lu Kun's thunder attribute mana was originally a combination of the three attributes of firewood and water, which also had the effect of restoring the body, and with the help of his profound mana, the wound on Pan Yan's arm soon began to heal.

Pan Yan didn't care about the pain caused by the recovery of the wound, and hurriedly asked, "Master, my injuries are fine, save my senior brother and senior sister first!"

Lu Kun showed a smile and said, "Don't worry, they don't have to worry about their lives, and they can heal their own injuries later." ”

Pan Yan was a little puzzled: "Is it really okay? Before, Senior Sister didn't know how to use the magic weapon in her body, and then she was sealed by cold ice." ”

Lu Kun showed a hint of emotion and said, "It seems that Xue'er activated the magic weapon left to her by Uncle Wang Ruobing back then, the Cold Ice Sword. ”

"This kind of magic weapon that has been tempered for many years by a monk in the middle stage of the knot pill, coupled with the essence mana of Uncle Wang Ruobing, the energy contained in it is extremely strong, and in the end, it should be Xue'er's inability to urge, and the remaining energy bursts out, causing the ice to backlash. ”

"Fortunately, the Ice Sword has been cultivated in Xue'er's body for many years, and the damage caused to her is not as terrible as imagined, plus Qingtian helped in time, as long as they wipe out this remaining ice energy, it will be fine. ”

"I helped Qingtian just now, and he will be able to deal with it by himself later, but it will take a little more time, and maybe it will be a blessing in disguise. ”

Seeing Pan Yan's expression of understanding, Lu Kun patted his recovered wound and said with a smile: "Okay, your kid has rough skin and thick flesh, so he will suffer some minor injuries, tell me about your situation on the road." ”

As he spoke, Lu Kun shot out a purple spiritual light, cleaned up the broken magic weapons on the ground, and erased the traces of the battle, and finally he ingested the Zhao family brothers and sisters and Pan Yan into his spiritual light, turning into a purple light and rising into the sky.

The corpse Dao man on the side controlled Feng Hua, and his body exuded the power of gray yin and cold, and followed closely.