Chapter 82: The Divine Power of the Pill

Feng Qinghua also came to his senses after the initial shock, and he began to realize that Su Aotian challenged him not on a spur of the moment and on a whim, but really wanted to share a rivalry with him!

After the shock, he calmed down, and being able to cultivate to this realm was enough to prove that he was not a straw bag, his confidence was still full, and the other party was just a foundation-building monk, and he could still turn the sky over! He still had full confidence of winning, but he thought that it would take a little more effort and take it seriously.

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on his lips: "I didn't expect that you, a junior, were really hidden and gave me a surprise! No wonder my Feng family has repeatedly been deflated in your hands, I thought they were too incompetent, but now it seems that this is not the case at all." Do you think that the Zhuji Monk has no way to take you, so he is qualified to challenge me? Today I want to tell you, how ridiculous your ideas are, how pitiful your fate is, you will inevitably die here today, the stronger you show, the faster you will die, how can I keep you as a scourge to threaten my Feng family?"

After saying that, Feng Qinghua's magic technique changed again, and above the arena, the yellow golden vitality rolled and gathered here, and then condensed into hundreds of golden small swords, each sword was flooded with terrifying coercion!

This supernatural power, called "Sword Rain Meteor", compared with the previous "Splitting Mountains and Breaking Mountains", is better than having a large attack range, strong continuous strikes, and although the power is scattered, it can attack the opponent in many ways.

Feng Qinghua didn't hesitate, his sword finger stretched out, and the golden sword rushed towards Su Aotian like a meteor. These small swords seem to be chaotic, but they are actually aimed at relatively soft places such as the face, throat, and lower abdomen, and dozens of small swords are aimed at the same point, that is, under the continuous attack, break through Su Aotian's physical defense!

The test of his own body has already seen the effect, Su Aotian does not want people to know that his physical body is actually not something that the monk can break, and secondly, who wants to stand and be beaten, although he will not be injured, but the pain is inevitable, so he sacrificed the "Pure Gold Mithril Armor" to protect his body, and at the same time waved the measuring ruler to protect the door.

This stormy attack lasted for a meal, and Su Aotian continued to retreat under the continuous impact of the golden sword, and finally retreated to the edge of the ban, and there was no way to retreat, so he could only stand there and defend all these small swords. His green shirt was already full of holes, revealing the armor on the surface of his body, although the people present didn't know him, but everyone was moved: "This Su Aotian's armor is extraordinary, it can actually resist the attack of the Jiedan monk, it seems that it is at least a ground-level magic weapon." This person has a lot of hole cards, no wonder he dares to make such a crazy move, it seems that the rune master is good, a casual cultivator can save a ground-level magic weapon, this treatment is that he can't do one by one, right?" Many people couldn't help but breathe shortly, and their hearts were filled with the idea of killing people and grabbing treasures.

Feng Qinghua was not only surprised, but also secretly happy in his heart, although he was annoyed that Su Aotian had avoided another catastrophe, but when he found that he actually had a piece of armor of not low quality, he couldn't help but be moved: "This junior seems to have a lot of good things, kill you, these are all my trophies." Although this time it is to vent anger for the family, but there is an unexpected joy, for these treasures, even if you don't provoke my family, I will kill you!"

Thinking of this, the killing machine was even better, he took two steps, staring at Su Aotian with his eyes, his aura was running, and he was silently lucky.

Su Aotian took the opportunity to take a few steps forward to the side and breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the monk is different from the fierce beast, not only is the aura majestic, the power is not inferior to the fierce beast of the same level, but also has magical powers, Feng Qinghua is in trouble, Su Aotian passively copes with it, and he can't fight back for a while.

Feng Qinghua had been brewing for a little longer this time, and the churning of his vitality was also very different from the previous two times, and his momentum was much more subtle, but Su Aotian keenly sensed a stronger sense of danger floating in his heart.

At this time, Feng Qinghua's supernatural power had been formed, and in front of his chest, there was a thin needle suspended, its shape was small, and it was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

It was such an inconspicuous little thing, revealing a looming coercion, giving Su Aotian a feeling, but its danger was far stronger than the last two times, his cold hairs stood on end, the aura emitted by this little sword was so dangerous, it seemed to be able to break through his physical defenses!

In fact, his body should not have a problem defending against attacks of this level, but this small sword can actually bring him a strong sense of danger, indicating that his divine sense senses that it may be able to hurt himself, and this Feng Qinghua still seems to have some ability!

If you want to say that this Feng Qinghua, there are indeed two brushes. He himself is a monk of the Golden Linggen, and the Golden System Exercises pursue the highest sharpness, and he has also worked hard in this regard, and has realized that the way of sharpness is not in the big, but in the fine, so the God is compressed to the extreme. The smaller it is, the narrower the attack surface, and on the other hand, it is an exponential increase in power, which is the most practical for tackling difficult problems. The magic power of this needle-shaped small sword, called "pervasive", pursues the sharp and small, gathers but does not disperse, and defeats the enemy with one blow.

Feng Qinghua's power of this supernatural power has exceeded his cultivation in the early stage of his knot, which shows that his name as a genius still has some truth.

This needle-shaped small sword gathered but did not emit, it was suspended there, and it seemed that it could be activated at any time with Feng Qinghua's thoughts. Its shape is too small, and the speed when it is activated must be incredibly fast, although Su Aotian has firmly locked it with his divine sense, but it is really hard to say whether the reaction on his body can keep up with its speed when it comes to the end.

Suddenly, the needle-shaped small sword seemed to flicker slightly, as if it had disappeared out of thin air, but Su Aotian's divine sense clearly sensed that it was coming straight to his throat at an imperceptible speed. The measuring ruler in Su Aotian's hand was almost blocked in front of his throat with an uncontrollable reaction, but at this moment, the trajectory of this needle-shaped small sword could still change, and it folded downwards and went straight to the heart!

If he plugs in this time, although Su Aotian will not die immediately like a mortal, he will inevitably be injured, and the aura will inevitably cause damage in the body, so that the combat power will be greatly reduced, and he will immediately fall into a crisis. On this arena, there is nowhere to escape, and when the time comes, he can only fight for the hole cards, wipe out Feng Qinghua's divine sense, and kill him on the spot. But in this way, others will definitely suspect that as long as Feng Qinghua's corpse is inspected on the spot, the problem will be found, and it will be difficult to get out at that time, in this chaotic situation, it will be difficult to control, and it is unbearable to kill innocents indiscriminately, and it is also a question of how long the soul can last, after all, it takes time to escape.

These thoughts are complicated to say, but they are actually just a matter of a moment, Su Aotian's mind instantly reacted to one thing, he only had time to shake his body slightly, and this needle-shaped small sword had already been inserted into the gap of the "Pure Gold Mithril Armor"!

Feng Qinghua's face was filled with joy, but in the next moment, he froze again.

With the connection sensing of his divine sense, he clearly knew that the needle-shaped small sword had not been inserted into Su Aotian's heart, and was blocked by something!

At this moment, his head was completely stunned: "Impossible! No matter how good his armor is, there are gaps, what kind of armor actually blocks my pervasiveness, does he still have a heaven-level defensive magic weapon?" This thought made him dizzy for a while, incredible, how could a heaven-level magic weapon appear on the body of a loose cultivator, whether there was such a level of thing in the Guiyi Sect, he didn't know, but what he did know was that there was absolutely no Elder Jiedan in the door, and the master of the door might not have it, if there was, it could only be on those legendary Yuanying seniors.

For a moment just now, Su Aotian remembered the pendant that the handsome man who was regarded as the beast king gave him - the soul lock key!

This soul lock key, what the handsome man said at the time was that it was hard enough to block any blade in Qinglong Prefecture, and now although this Feng Qinghua is not a blade, but a magical power, but these methods in Qinglong Prefecture may be just some jokes in the eyes of the handsome man, and there should be no problem in resisting. Therefore, Su Aotian reluctantly moved, so that the pendant was in front of the needle-shaped sword, and sure enough, it worked, the needle-shaped sword was in vain, and finally dissipated.

These changes only happened in an instant, and the vast majority of monks didn't see what was happening in the field at all, only a few monks with advanced cultivation caught the process of the two fighting, and for a while, everyone's eyes showed greed: "There are still heavy treasures around this scattered cultivator!"

After Feng Qinghua was annoyed, he also turned his anger into joy. After the initial shock, he also found the pendant on Su Aotian's chest, which seemed to be a rare refining material, not a heaven-level magic weapon, but this material was obviously not trivial, and it actually blocked his supernatural powers, it was definitely a heavy treasure. This poor cultivator seems to be richer than himself, and he is really sorry for himself if he doesn't kill people and seize treasures! However, this opponent at the moment, Xiu Wei is obviously a realm lower than himself, and he should be vulnerable, but he is really difficult!

These three supernatural attacks are no better than the temptation at the beginning, and they have used all their strength, and they all returned in vain, which is really unthinkable in advance. Although he is a monk of the Jiedan, these supernatural powers have also cost him a lot, and the communication with the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi can no longer be supported, and he must use the spiritual energy reserves in his body. The large amount of consumption made him have to slow down, and he couldn't attack Su Aotian immediately.

Although Su Aotian dealt with them one by one, it was also very difficult, and the Jiedan monk was really difficult to deal with, at least it was much more difficult than the fierce beasts of the same level. He didn't want to be beaten passively like this, and when he saw that Feng Qinghua didn't move, he immediately leaned in, and didn't use his magical powers, he waved the measuring ruler and smashed it on his head.