Not to mention the early stage of the Yuan Infant, even if the middle of the Yuan Infant exhausts its financial resources and spends hundreds of years, it may not be able to form such a set of sword formations.

Now, after the silver-haired monk put away his sword formation, he actually took out a set of magic weapons that were almost comparable, and the attack may look sharp and elegant, but it is especially heavy and solemn.

This guy in front of him can no longer be measured by common sense, even if he has enough financial support, and how many people can have this kind of courage, and can cultivate two sets of magic weapons with such amazing power in his body at the same time, looking at the time, I am afraid that it will be at least a hundred years. The bizarre thing is that this person has even cultivated to the Yuan Infant Stage. It's incredible.

The old man with a nose in the sky, the female cultivator in the colored skirt glanced at each other again, and after being shocked, her face was bitter, her strength was not as good as that of others, and at this time, she was in the formation, and there was no other way.

At this time, the strength of the Blood Ding Refining Demon Array did not exert much, and with the shrewdness of the two of them, they could naturally guess Lu Xiaotian's thoughts. After Xiang Yihang suddenly turned his face before, he thought that Xiang Yihang had ill intentions, but he didn't expect that this silver-haired young man's calculations were not under Xiang Yihang at all.

The silver-haired young man, while fighting against Xiang Yihang, still had the strength to control this extremely powerful formation. At this time, the two of them could only do what Lu Xiaotian said, and first fight with the two remaining mirages.

Otherwise, Xiang Yihang took a strange elixir, and he was not afraid of the damage of this formation, and the two of them did not have this kind of elixir. And the two of them saw with their own eyes that Lu Xiaotian had other Yuan Babies in his hands to drive this formation.

"I want to see how many psychic magic weapons you have!" At this time, Xiang Yihang was so angry that he thought that everything was under control, but after Lu Xiaotian made a blood oath and killed the mirage leader, he would take down Lu Xiaotian and withdraw this formation.

He also had the remaining Yuan Ying in his hand, and after taking over this formation, he used the formation to threaten the old man with the nose of Chaotian, and the two of them worked together to kill the remaining two mirages whose strength was not too strong. If it is possible, it is not impossible to clean up these two guys afterwards, and he Xiang Yihang will be the final winner.

It's just that I didn't expect things to change again. The silver-haired kid in front of him, who didn't know how many hole cards he had, turned over one after another.

The purple blade leaf was suppressed by the seventh-level floating slaughter of Nalaoshzi at this time. Even he could feel the tremendous pressure of the seventh-level floating slaughter collapsing like a mountain.

Xiang Yihang was also a little lucky, fortunately, he had hit the eight-legged Demon Bull Beast in one fell swoop before, otherwise he would really not be the opponent of this silver-haired young man and the Demon Bull Beast.

In addition to his own purple-bladed golden treasure, there is also the Dragon Scale Yang Sword. Xiang Yihang's eyes were full of fierceness, and about the Scaly Yang Sword was shooting towards Lu Xiaotian, striving to hit Lu Xiaotian hard in one fell swoop.

Lu Xiaotian's left hand was spread, and in the palm of his hand, two Huoluan flew out one after another, which was the Huoluan Phantom Spirit.

The two Fire Luan Phantom Spirits, one on the left and one on the right, cleared their voices and intercepted the Dragon Scale Yang Sword, and the two Luan and one sword fought fiercely in the air.

Lu Xiaotian looked at Xiang Yihang with a cold face, "If you have any other tricks, you might as well use them together to show me." ”

Xiang Yihang's face was pale, his eyes flickered, until now, his original certainty of victory has disappeared, the mana in front of him is pure, and the means are endless, and his Blood Ding Refining Demon Array was first given to the Yin Crane Youth, but it fell into Lu Xiaotian's hands without thinking about it, otherwise with this array, no matter how powerful Lu Xiaotian is, he will never be lucky.

As everyone knows, even if he has this formation in hand, Lu Xiaotian also has a way to break the formation.

Ding, a few purple blade leaves were crushed by the demon suppression tower that was slowly suppressed in the air, and his spirituality was greatly lost.

Lu Xiaotian's eyes flashed with murderous aura, and the speed of the seven demon suppression towers suddenly accelerated, and the Black Heaven Extreme Saint Floating Slaughter first stopped at the Purple Leaf Blade on the opposite side. Immediately afterwards, there was the Bright Venerable Floating Slaughter with a completely different aura.

Xiang Yihang's breath stagnated, the seven demon towers kept switching, and the attack method also changed slightly, so he didn't have time to adapt at all. It's just one and the same, unbreakable, at least with his current strength, it can't be broken.

"Die!" The angry expression on Xiang Yihang's face suddenly turned into a grim smile, and he saw a black needle as thin as a cow's hair, which had floated to the back of Lu Xiaotian's head at some point. As soon as the black needle trembled, it was about to pierce into Lu Xiaotian's head.

However, the smile on Xiang Yihang's face froze again. I saw Lu Xiaotian wrapping the silver armor package in his hand, and grabbed it directly into the void behind, but grabbed the flying needle into the palm of his hand.

"What's the other trick, come again!" Lu Xiaotian smiled happily, although there were a lot of changes, but overall, they were still under control. Before, he also lacked a clear positioning for his own strength, he was a master in the early stage of the Yuan Infant and the middle stage of the Ghost King, but the seventh-level floating slaughter he cultivated, and the Van Luo Spiritual Fire, had a strong restraint effect on the ghost clan. Waiting for the evil spirit of idle ghosts to be unable to touch one's body.

The Terran monks and the ghost clan are extremely unhappy with the gloomy aura on the ghost clan, and once they get involved, their combat power will inevitably be affected. Naturally, you can't completely measure your strength by your record with the ghost clan.

Now in a battle with this not weak mid-Yuan Infant Monk Xiang Yihang, even without the help of the formation, Lu Xiaotian is not afraid at all. It is not impossible to even kill this person.

Even his own "shadow clipping" was held in Lu Xiaotian's hand, and Xiang Yihang was so angry that he vomited blood.

Dingding.... More than a dozen purple-bladed leaves were shot down by the Demon Suppression Tower, Xiang Yihang was horrified in his heart, and a fiery red bead flew in.

"Thunderbolt Thunder Fire Bead!" Xiang Yihang saw that the face of this fiery red bead changed, in normal times, this thunderbolt fire bead naturally could not cause much threat, and now the mana consumption is not small, and at the same time, he has to face Lu Xiaotian, a person with extremely strong strength. The slightest mistake is the end of losing all the games.

Boom! The thunderbolt burst open, the pillar of fire rises, and the thunder is frightened away. Jin Dingjia, who shocked Xiang Yihang, trembled with light.

With the defense of the Golden Ding Armor, he didn't suffer much damage, but under the explosion of this thunderbolt and fire bead, he bore the brunt of it, and the operation of mana was stagnant.

For Xiang Yihang, who is still in the fighting method, the evil consequences of the poor operation of mana are self-evident.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the seventh-level floating slaughter pressed down like a mountain, sweeping the purple blade leaves he sent out all the way.

"Seven towers in one!" Lu Xiaotian let out a low shout, and the seven demon towers shook and gathered into one, one tower with seven layers, each layer exuding a different solemn and magnificent atmosphere, and directly blasted towards Xiang Yihang.

Bang! Xiang Yihang screamed, his body was like a rag, flying in the air, blood beads sprinkled a long jump in the air, and the Jin Ding armor was also blasted out of a huge depression in his chest. A lot of fragments of internal organs escaped from Xiang Yihang's mouth, and obviously, Fang was not lightly injured by the Demon Suppression Tower.