"Who is this?"

"Pre-foundation building?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Looking for death, this is, the early stage of foundation building challenges the late stage of foundation building?"

Without any hesitation, Gu Jian flew into the domain where Le Kangping was, which caused a great sensation like igniting explosives all at once.

However, this sensation only brought endless ridicule to Gu Jian, and he didn't know how thick the sky was.

"Boy, are you looking for death?" Le Kangping couldn't believe that Gu Jian dared to challenge him.

The ancient sword did not hide its cultivation, but it was a solid foundation in the early stage.

Le Kangping is a genius disciple of the Ghost King Sect, and he is also a great figure in the Ghost King Sect.

The general late stage of foundation building is not his opponent at all, let alone the early stage of foundation building of the ancient sword.

"Can't I challenge it?" Gu Jian asked rhetorically.

"Of course you can, haha, it's no wonder that you're looking for your own death!" he couldn't help but sneer, he wanted to teach the ancient sword who dared to provoke him a profound lesson.

You can't die, but your body isn't necessarily complete!

"Interesting, Gongsun Wuji, are you a monk of the Tiger Gang who doesn't know life or death like this?" Huang Yu smiled happily, didn't this kid embarrass the Tiger Gang, interesting.

"Hmph, how do you know he's going to lose before you fight!" Gongsun Wuji's tone was tough, but he didn't have anything in his heart.

He could only hope that Master Gu Jian gave him some treasure, otherwise he would definitely lose.

He was ready, once Gu Jian lost, he would go to the rescue, and he must not be allowed to be in any danger.

"You strike first, otherwise, you won't have a chance. Le Kangping put his hands on his chest casually, and he didn't look at the ancient sword at all.

Gu Jian doesn't say much, he doesn't take advantage of the cheap.

He clenched the Cold Star Spear in his right hand, and the stars flickered.

He didn't cast any spells, and his feet jumped extremely high.

With both hands, he swung the Cold Star Spear from the top of his head and fought like a warrior.

The Cold Star Spear flew in the air with a little starlight on it.

"What's this, this kid won't be a stunned young man!"

"He can't even do spells, right, kids?"

The surrounding monks were disappointed, and the warriors were no match for the monks at all.

Le Kangping glanced at the corner of his eye, and casually drove the flying sword to stab at the ancient sword.

This flying sword is the top high-level magic weapon, and it was only after he accumulated contribution points for a long time that he could redeem it in the sect.

As for the best magic weapon, it can only be exchanged by very few monks in the Ghost King Sect, and his contribution is not enough.

The flying sword was extremely fast, and it came to the ancient sword in an instant, stabbing straight into his eyes, once he was stabbed, he would be blind if he didn't die!

As if he hadn't seen it, the ancient sword still swung the Cold Star Spear and slammed it into the ground.

"It's over, this kid is a waste, I thought he had some powerful powers, but he turned out to be a dumbfounded. ”

"Who's to say it's not, just watch the monkeys play!"

The magic weapon sword did not accidentally hit the eye of the ancient sword, and Le Kangping showed a disdainful smile.

"Bell!" I only heard the sound of gold and iron colliding, and the flying sword actually hit the ancient sword's eyelids and couldn't move!

The flying sword collided not with an eye, but with rock-solid ground.

It was really incredible, the surrounding monks didn't expect that the body of the ancient sword would be so powerful that it could resist high-grade magic weapons.

Le Kangping was also taken aback, but the ancient sword was not stunned, and the cold star spear in his hand was already about to fall on Le Kangping's body.

However, he was not a genius monk of the Ghost King Sect, and his mouth quickly opened, highlighting a cloud of ghost mist.

This ghost mist is a spell that he has been cultivating for a long time, and it has cost a lot of spirit ghosts, specifically attacking the soul of the monk and restraining the body refining monk, he doesn't believe how strong the soul power of a body refining monk in the early stage of foundation building will be.

The ghost mist instantly enveloped the ancient sword, and the ancient sword seemed to hear the ghost crying wolf, and countless resentful spirits drilled into his mind.

Le Kang smiled indifferently, recalled the flying sword, and quickly summoned two foundation building spirit ghosts.

These two were only intermediate-level spirit ghosts, which cost him a lot of resources, but they also helped him solve a lot of monks.

He even felt that summoning spirit ghosts was redundant, and the Soul Eater Ghost Mist could definitely easily damage the soul of the ancient sword, maybe it would be a fool to come out.

At this time, a spear flew out at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, and the two hands on the barrel of the gun were tightly gripped, this was not the ancient sword and who it was.

As soon as he appeared, the Eater of Souls fog dissipated.

The sudden appearance of the spear made Le Kangping have no time to react, and an irresistible force came.

He felt a sharp pain all over his body, and he almost lost consciousness in an instant!

This is also normal, after all, in the eyes of the surrounding monks, this guy was shot into the ground, and he was miserable.

"This, this, this, this stunned Qing is so fierce?" The surrounding monks couldn't believe their eyes, and the monks of the Ghost King Sect were solved like this?

"Ahem, ahem. "There was an intermittent coughing sound from the large pit on the ground from the ancient sword's shot.

A figure was slowly lifted up by the flying sword, and it was the very miserable Le Kangping.

At this time, his whole body was covered in blood, and his magic weapon clothes were also tattered, revealing red armor.

This is not over, the right arm hangs down weakly, swaying with the wind, and it seems to be broken.

He sat down on the flying sword with difficulty, and an elixir automatically flew into his mouth, and the injury recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his breath was still very weak.

He folded his hands and shook rapidly, struck strange poses, and muttered words in his mouth.

The mouth opened quickly, and he inhaled heavily, and the spirit ghosts around him were directly sucked in.

His aura quickly increased, his injuries were fully recovered, and his broken arm returned to normal as if he were not injured.

Gu Jian was not surprised, he knew this spell, the Ghost Devouring Technique, but it was very expensive, and there would be sequelae.

The monks of the Ghost King Sect will not use it easily, it seems that the two of them have a mortal enmity.

Le Kangping opened his eyes and stared at the ancient sword fiercely, "Boy, I didn't expect you to be able to break through the Soul Eater Mist, if it weren't for me wearing armor, I'm afraid this time it would be useless!"

Gu Jian couldn't help but snicker, what kind of spell is this guy not good, soul spell.

As soon as these ghost mist entered his mind, they were absorbed by the magic weapon manual and purified into the purest soul power for the ancient sword to absorb.

What a good guy!

The ancient sword absorbed the Soul Eater Ghost Mist in an instant, but he deliberately delayed it for a moment so that the guy would feel that his soul power was severely damaged.

He replied in a tough tone, "Hmph, this Soul Eater Ghost Mist is nothing more than that!"

As he finished speaking, his eyebrows furrowed, and a pained expression flashed across his face.

"Hmph, yes, I'd like to see how you deal with this little more than this Eater of Souls. ”

Le Kangping's tone was unprecedentedly cold, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing a hint of evil smile.

How could he not see that the ancient sword was hard-pretended, and forcibly endured the Soul Devouring Ghost Mist, even his fellow disciples were uncomfortable.

Did this little pre-foundation monk think that he would be able to deceive him in this way, he wanted the ancient sword soul to fly away!!