"Arrogance!"

Not only the young man in Chinese clothes with a scimitar, the strong man with a knife on his back, the female cultivator in pink clothes, but also those warriors of the flying cavalry tribe, which one of them will be a mediocre hand, it is a medium-sized immortal sect, and it may not be able to pull out a few such foundation-building teams, and the silver-haired young man in front of him despises them so much. Everyone was immediately furious, not to kill the Jindan nun, even to wash away the shame brought to them by the silver-haired youth, they had to fight hard, otherwise what face would they have in the future?

"Broken knife, snake girl, use any ability, let the silver-haired young man in front of him know the price of arrogance, kill!" The young man in the scimitar costume shouted angrily, and the powerful scimitar was sacrificed again, and the flames on it were surging, and the momentum was rising.

Lu Xiaotian smiled indifferently, the knife did not break his hand, and he turned forward into the void, and at the same time retreated violently with Dongfang Yi in his arms.

"Kill!" The stout old man was full of murderous aura, and shouted violently, how could the Flying Horse Tribe have been looked down upon by the enemy like this?

The stout old man stuffed a pill into his mouth, used the remaining mana in his body, picked up the recalled Danyuan Fire Thunder Heavy Arrow, and put it on the bowstring, facing such a terrible enemy, only with the strongest attack, ordinary offensive will not have much effect.

"Uncle, be careful!" One of the young monks among the Flying Cavalry Warriors suddenly saw a gray-white ball of light flying towards the spirit eagle under the stout old man's seat, and the speed was amazingly fast, and it came from behind. By the time I found it, it was quite close.

The stout old man turned his head in shock, obviously seeing this scene, the stout old man snorted coldly, to deal with such an attack, he didn't need his Danyuan Fire Thunder Heavy Arrow, stretched out his hand, and threw out three small jet-black short arrows from his sleeve.

It's just that these three short arrows passed through the gray-white ball of light, but they didn't have much impact on it, the stout old man was shocked in his heart, and at this time he drove the spirit eagle under the eagle to fly away and dodge, but what made him feel a little at ease was that the spirit eagle under the seat was also a sixth-order spirit bird, in terms of strength, it was not much worse than him, and ordinary attacks could not help it. Flying Cavalry Warriors, not all of their combat power is on these monks.

The spirit eagle under its seat screamed angrily, its wings fluttered, and it stretched out its claws to grab at the gray-white ball of light, and a condensed claw shadow grasped on the gray-white ball of light.

"Not good!" The stout old man saw that although the gray-white ball of light had broken a small hole, it still hit the body of the spirit eagle under the seat, and the spirit eagle, who was usually connected with his heart, suddenly stiffened at this time, and the stout old man couldn't even feel the spirit eagle's divine sense fluctuations, and the spirit eagle's huge body seemed to lose support and fell to the ground.

"Shocking!" the stout old man exclaimed with a sad face, this spirit eagle had existed since he was born, and had been with him until now, the Eagle Rider was not only their combat partner for the flying cavalry warriors, but also their family, and it felt extremely deep. In the eyes of ordinary monks, it is at most just a spirit pet, but the monks of the Flying Riding Tribe have a particularly deep relationship with the mount.

The sad look of the stout old man surprised everyone, and the blazing emotion in the heart of this flying horse warrior was just that the coldness in Lu Xiaotian's eyes did not shake in the slightest, people are not grass and trees, and they are ruthless. But the camps of the two sides are different, everyone has something worth fighting and protecting, if you want to blame them, you can only blame them for being enemies, for their own protection, Lu Xiaotian also did not hesitate to fight, on the battlefield, there is no compassion, no pity, only life and death!

With such an understanding in his heart, Lu Xiaotian suddenly felt that his divine sense was suddenly a little stronger than before, although his mana did not increase, but the use of mana was more flexible, this was just a feeling in his heart, mysterious and mysterious, but he knew that his strength had improved a little. This is this time to make him feel a little strange, in the past, he only improved his strength through penance and pills, but this time it seems to be a kind of realization, more of an improvement in his state of mind.

Maybe cultivation is not only about taking pills to increase mana, but also about life, fighting, and the bits and pieces of peace.

"Ice Spirit Xuanyin!" "Earth Splitting Knife!"

Several of the oncoming warriors of the Flying Cavalry Tribe were affected by the Ice Spirit Xuanyin, and they all lost their minds for a short time.

"Wu Lianhan, be careful!"

The stout old man and another late-stage flying cavalry warrior shouted loudly, but although the divine consciousness attack of the Ice Spirit Xuanyin was far less powerful than the gray-white ball of light emitted by the Flying Silver Corpse Emperor Kun, it was not something that could wake people up just by making a sound. The gap in the realm has to pay attention to the time for these people to lose their minds and count their breaths, and for Lu Xiaotian, it only takes a breath to kill these people.

Even if it is a flying cavalry tribe, it is impossible for each of them to be a late-stage foundation building monk, among these more than twenty people, in addition to the stout old man, another late-stage monk was seriously injured by Dongfang Yi before, and another was killed. Only a stout old man still has strong combat effectiveness. It's just that at this time, the stout old man doesn't need him to worry.

The silver-gray figure in the sky flashed, a tiger-headed leopard body, a pinch of colorful feathers on his forehead, and the flying silver corpse Emperor Kun with three tails flapped his wings, and his crystal red eyes looked at the stout old man, without a trace of emotion. The silver-gray figure and crystal red eyes undoubtedly did not pass through a sense of arrogance. It was as if as soon as it appeared, it was the king of this heavenly domain.

"Roar!" The flying silver corpse pounced directly at the stout old man.

The stout old man lost the spirit eagle under his seat at this time, in terms of speed, it was undoubtedly a few levels worse than Di Kun, that is, Lu Xiaotian, relying on Qing Fengfan, was slower than the flying silver corpse without any burden, and if the place where he fought with the flying silver corpse was not in a relatively small place like the tomb, with the speed of the flying silver corpse, Lu Xiaotian might not be able to subdue it hard.

The stout old man saw Di Kun's rapid pounce, his heart was horrified, the Dan Yuan Fire Thunder Heavy Arrow in his hand, pointed at Di Kun, he was confident in his arrow, no matter how fast the other party was, it couldn't be faster than his off-string arrow.

Sou!

The fire and thunder arrows broke through the air, carrying the sound of fire and thunder.

Di Kun is a clan of flying yin corpses, and the magic weapon of the thunder system has a slightly higher damage to it, seeing this extraordinary arrow, Di Kun roared angrily, opened his mouth and spit out, and several blue-green fireballs shot out, hitting the Danyuan fire thunder heavy arrow. It was when Lu Xiaotian asked Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang to refine the Yin Evil Fire Essence to heal Di Kun's injuries, Di Kun used the excess Yin Evil Fire to refine a kind of corpse fire. Although it was far inferior to the power of the ice blue flame, it couldn't even block the Danyuan Fire Thunder Heavy Arrow, but it was enough to weaken part of the power of this amazing arrow.

In the face of the Danyuan Fire Thunder Heavy Arrow with weakened strength, Di Kun's arrogant head hit all the way over.

"What?" Seeing that Di Kun actually smashed his heavy arrow away directly with his head, the stout old man was so shocked that there was no trace of blood on his face.