The three loose cultivators in front of him were obviously not easy to match, and when Ding Zhengyi opened his mouth to test, they were all ready to fight, and they recalled the mid-level long sword magic weapon they had just raided at the first time, and they were ready to attack.

And the purple-clothed monk standing in the middle, he also took out an additional black rope-like magic weapon, this magic weapon of unknown effect is uncertain, there is an obscure and cold aura, under the infusion of its vitality, exuding the unique spiritual pressure of high-level magic weapons.

Although the three of them were all affected by Ding Zhengyi's words, which made their faces look somewhat suspicious, but after years of deceit, they were frightened step by step, so that their movements did not slow down.

Almost as Ding Zhengyi's figure flickered, at the same time as he shot without warning, the three of them also tacitly inspired three swords and one rope to him, and these four magic weapons had been fully brewed, so there was a faint majestic aura in the roar of the flight.

Of course, even though the attack momentum of these three scattered cultivators was extraordinary, the attack speed of the four magic weapons was still lackluster, and it was completely different from the armor-piercing cone that blessed Ding Zhengyi's physical strength.

Just when the three swords and one rope had not yet attacked the protective formation, Ding Zhengyi's armor-piercing cone came first.

The dark armor-piercing cone left a faint trail in the air, and then instantly appeared in front of the purple-clothed monk, and then, in his unbelievable eyes, easily broke through his hastily raised vitality shield, and passed through his chest.

It was also between this lightning and flint, the purple-clothed monk with incomparably rich experience in fighting methods, although he didn't have time to make any reaction, but the instinct to avoid evil made him deflect an inch or so away, causing the armor-piercing cone to pass by his heart, and avoid the end of his death.

"Ahh

Accompanied by a scream from the purple-clothed monk, the four magic weapons of the scattered cultivators also collided with the protective formation almost at the same time, and then there was a continuous muffled sound.

Under the full attack of the three monks above the late stage of Qi cultivation, even if there is a medium-grade spirit stone as the eye of the formation, this simple protective formation will inevitably have some difficulty when resisting the attacks of the four magic weapons, and at this time it is already crumbling, and it is estimated that it can no longer withstand the attacks of the few spells that follow behind.

Ding Zhengyi, who was in the middle of it, saw that the armor-breaking cone failed to kill the purple-clothed monk smoothly, and at the same time secretly said a pity, he also noticed that the flickering protective formation light film was about to collapse, and he hurriedly stepped a little and flew backwards to jump out of the formation.

"Boom!", the protective formation, as Ding Zhengyi thought, dissipated directly in the impact of several fireballs, and he was just about to recall the armor-breaking cone and attack again, when he suddenly felt his legs tighten, and the cold air penetrated his body, and then he couldn't move a single bit.

Quickly looking down, Ding Zhengyi realized that the rope-like magic weapon that was in front of the formation at all seemed to be able to teleport at short distances, and was now wrapped around his legs.

"You kid is dead, you have the shackles of the fairy rope, see how you dodge our attack!"

At this time, blood overflowed from the corners of the purple-clothed monk's mouth, and his face was unnaturally swollen and distorted, but even so, he let out a cruel and wicked laugh.

However, the injuries that the purple-clothed monk forcibly suppressed could not last long, and then he gestured to the left and right, and then raised his hands, pinched his fingers, and began to chant words in his mouth.

At this time, the late-stage Qi cultivation monks on both sides of the purple-clothed monk received the signal, and they hurriedly worked together to catch several fireballs that came from the armor-breaking cone, and took the opportunity to recall the long sword magic weapon on the ground back to their hands.

At the same time, Ding Zhengyi's face changed greatly, and the "bundle of immortal ropes" on his legs became tighter and tighter as the purple-clothed monk cast his spell, and the cold air was pressing, and his legs, which could still move a little by relying on a thousand catties of huge strength, were already unable to move at this time.

This situation made Ding Zhengyi shocked and angry, he lowered his head and was about to find a way to resolve the crisis, when the laughter of the purple-clothed monk sounded on the opposite side.

"Hahaha! What about the inner disciples of the Xuanshan Sect, let me die!"

Hearing this, Ding Zhengyi's heart sank, and he hurriedly looked up.

I saw that three bright and flickering mid-level magic weapon long swords had shot at me again, covering their entire body, and there was no way to dodge at all.

At this critical moment, although Ding Zhengyi's expression was extremely solemn, he still took a deep breath and instantly returned to his former calmness.

At the same time as reaching out to recall the armor-breaking cone, Ding Zhengyi bit his silver teeth again, and according to the flight trajectory of the long sword magic weapon, he adjusted his body shape in an instant, and took the initiative to use his right arm and chest, as well as his left leg to catch it.

"Bell bell", the crisp sound of three consecutive gold and stone strikes sounded, which made people's hearts flutter, this iron essence protective gear is worthy of being a treasure refined by the foundation building monks, and it only left insignificant traces under the blow of the intermediate magic weapon.

However, the impact brought by these three long sword magic weapons still made the qi and blood in Ding Zhengyi's body churn for a while, and his whole body was sore.

At this time, the three loose cultivators, who were originally triumphant, each opened their eyes wide, dumbfounded, and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.

However, Ding Zhengyi resisted the idea of immediately investigating the injuries in his body, his expression was extremely gloomy, regardless of the fact that his legs were tightly strangled by the "Immortal Rope", and the hot pain and cold breath were intertwined, he immediately attacked the purple-clothed monk again with his armor-piercing cone with all his strength.

In the brief observation just now, Ding Zhengyi could clearly see that the other party's movements were stiff and a little inward-looking, and this person was obviously just relying on some kind of spell to forcibly restrain the injury.

In his opinion, the purple-clothed monk's ability to avoid it should be extremely limited now, as long as he can kill him, it will definitely be a big deal, and as for the remaining two late-stage Qi cultivation monks, they will naturally not be able to make too many waves.

"Quickly block his magic weapon for me, or everyone will die!"

The purple-clothed monk was obviously also experienced in a hundred battles, and at the moment when Ding Zhengyi made his move, he realized his current thoughts, and while hurriedly letting out an exclamation, he took out an intermediate magic weapon shield and placed it in front of him.

But the power of the armor-breaking cone has just been fully revealed, and the monks in the late stage of Qi cultivation will definitely be in danger of their lives if they take the liberty of resisting, and the scattered cultivators are all selfish people, how can they have the consciousness of sacrificing themselves for others.

Therefore, in the urgent cry of the purple-clothed monk, the two late-stage Qi cultivation monks did not advance but retreated, they just symbolically sent a few fireball talismans towards Ding Zhengyi, and then each recalled their intermediate long sword magic weapons, and then fled for their lives in the direction they came from without looking back.

Without waiting for the purple-clothed monk to speak again, the armor-piercing cone was like a black lightning, instantly crossing the distance that was not too far, and the intermediate magic weapon shield had no effect in front of it, and it was pierced by it in the blink of an eye, and then the Qi Cultivation Consummation Monk did not make any more movements, so he pushed the golden jade on his back and fell to the ground, throwing up a few wisps of dust.

And when the two late-stage Qi cultivation cultivators saw this scene, how could they dare to slowly flee again, they involuntarily stopped, quickly took out a light talisman and slapped it on their bodies, and then they rose into the air and floated away.

Without the control of the purple-clothed monk, the "bundle of immortal ropes" fell naturally, and Ding Zhengyi, who was free from the shackles, did not delay any longer, he hurriedly slapped a light talisman on his body, and at the same time recalled the armor-breaking cone, and then chased after the two monks.

In front of Ding Zhengyi, who was successful in forging his body, the escape speed of the two late-stage Qi cultivation cultivators was of course not worth mentioning, although they saw that the situation was not right, and they also escaped separately according to the usual practice, but in the end, they still inevitably died.

In less than half a cup of tea, Ding Zhengyi carried the two corpses back to the place where the battle was, and just as he was thinking about how to properly handle the aftermath, the vague figures of Ding Zhengfeng and others also appeared in the distance.