Zhao Hong sneered, if he wanted to escape, he wouldn't stop at all.

This was the first time he had fought against a monk since he advanced to the "Reality Realm", and he was also facing two monks whose cultivation was no less than him at the same time, he didn't dare to have any carelessness at all, and he was preoccupied at the first time, and at the same time, the "Divine Soul Thorn" had already been cast by him.

"Humph!"

More than a dozen invisible crystals shot out from the center of his brow, stabbing straight at the dwarf monk.

There is a saying that "the book is used before it hates less", and Zhao Hong can only understand the meaning of this sentence now. He looked at the black strange weapon in the other party's hand, and had to sigh in his heart. He found that he didn't have any handy attack weapons at all, and when it really came time to fight the enemy, he would feel at a loss. He can't turn into a demon every time he faces an enemy, right?

The moment the dwarf monk's jet-black weapon came to the sky above Zhao Hong's head, Zhao Hong felt that this space did not belong to him at all, and even the speed of the "Divine Soul Thorn" attack slowed down like a snail, and he was immediately horrified. He remembered the feeling that his whole body and weapons could not move when he first cast the "fixed" mirror of the "Four Elephant Mirrors" in Mu Wrap. Obviously, this unknown black weapon also has the effect of slowing down the enemy.

Zhao Hong's eyes flashed, revealing a hint of thoughtfulness. According to his perception, this so-called treasure is actually just a high-level magic weapon, not a rare magic weapon, but much less powerful than the real magic weapon "Four Elephant Mirror".

It's a pity that he still can't cast the "Four Mirrors" because he can't comprehend the driving spell of the "Four Mirrors". Previously, Mu Wrap urged the "Four Elephant Mirrors", but simply sealed the souls of demon beasts and humans inside, and used them to drive the enemy to resist during the battle, but did not master the real driving spell of the "Four Elephant Mirrors".

And the jet-black magic weapon used by this dwarf monk in front of him is truly driven by mantras. Its delaying effect is somewhat similar to the effect of the "immobilization spell" in the "Witch Book".

Zhao Hong thought about it for a while, but the formulas of those "fixation spells" were extremely vague, and he couldn't think of a complete one at all. He was shrouded in the realm of jet-black magic weapons at the moment, and now that he had experienced some of the spiritual power of heaven and earth in the middle, he felt it clearly and abnormally, and it was extremely real.

Zhao Hong actually closed his eyes and stood motionless, quietly feeling the subtle changes in the spiritual power of heaven and earth in this space, as if he had entered the realm of selflessness.

The sorcerer himself is sensitive to the aura of heaven and earth, and at this time, Zhao Hong wants to comprehend the power of the law by experiencing the subtle changes in the spiritual power in this realm. This is indeed of great help to him to break through to the next level.

It was just a brief blink of eyelids, and when Zhao Hong opened his eyes again, his eyes returned to their former clarity and calmness, and the confusion on his face disappeared without a trace.

He shook the sleeves of his robe, raised his hand, and struck at the black magic weapon that was about to strike, which was a spell.

The sharp grinding sound sounded, and the jet-black magic weapon stopped three inches above Zhao Hong's head, suspended in mid-air, and could not go down another half inch.

Could this be the law of "determination"?

The dwarf monk obviously didn't even grasp the skin of the law, but only urged the magic weapon to achieve the effect of delaying the enemy. Zhao Hong's comprehension of the law of "determination" through the subtle changes in the aura of heaven and earth is only a superficial comprehension of some of them.

But Zhao Hong, who had this epiphany experience, instantly became clear because of this, and he even felt that he could transform the space that bound him with the magic weapon into his own at will, this was no reason, it was completely a kind of self-confidence, relying on his control of the spiritual power of heaven and earth was far better than that of a dwarf monk!

The next moment, Zhao Hong's "Longitudinal Cloud Soul Knife" had already slashed out, and a long purple light slashed out with his strong desire for spatial constraints.

"It's ......"

The dwarf monk who was fighting with Zhao Hong obviously saw Zhao Hong's purple sword, and immediately shouted out in intoxication. Obviously, an irrepressible longing for the purple light rose in his heart.

"Huh......"

After a while, the short monk suddenly came to his senses, and when he felt that he could no longer restrain the other party, but that his magic weapon was restrained, he was suddenly shocked and blurted out. He really couldn't figure it out, just now the other party was obviously trapped by his magic weapon, why was he countered in the blink of an eye?

And what kind of attack is the purple knife shadow that the opponent slashed in the air? Is it a real knife or a virtual shadow? Why do you let yourself fall into it and can't extricate yourself?

However, the dwarf monk's awakening was a little late, and the moment his jet-black magic weapon was completely stagnant, he understood that he had underestimated the enemy.

"Dick, be careful!"

The high monk next to him saw that the short monk was fascinated, and he suddenly felt bad. He let out a loud shout, and his body moved at the same time, trying to step forward to save the dwarf monk.

Zhao Hong sneered, you want to save at this time, don't dream. The "Longitudinal Cloud Soul Knife" was even more rapidly split, and as the "Longitudinal Cloud Soul Knife" lengthened with purple mangs, the surrounding space that was going to bind Zhao Hong quickly shattered and dispersed.

"Boom ......"

"Click......"

Zhao Hong's "Cloud Soul Knife" collided with the opponent's jet-black magic weapon, making a violent sound, and purple light splashed everywhere. The "Cloud Soul Knife" smashed the magic weapon and continued to slash at the head of the dwarf monk with a sweeping momentum. The dwarf monk opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood, but he still couldn't dodge, and at the same time flew backwards with a long mouth of blood.

It's just that after the dwarf monk flew upside down dozens of feet away, his whole body immediately trembled, and he stopped his body. It wasn't that he resisted the might of Zhao Hong's soul knife, but that with the destruction of the jet-black magic weapon, the "Divine Soul Thorn" instantly got rid of its shackles and stabbed directly into the head of the dwarf monk.

"Bang!" the dwarf monk felt that his soul was suddenly stabbed, and he was suddenly dizzy, and fell directly to the ground.

And the girl and the high monk who were originally standing on the windmill and watching were also shocked, perhaps they didn't expect that the short monk would be slashed by an ordinary witch monk. When the high monk saw that Zhao Hong was about to follow and kill, he immediately sacrificed his weapon to block Zhao Hong.

Zhao Hong saw that the high monk sacrificed his weapon and flew away from the windmill to block him, and he was immediately overjoyed, this is what he wanted. He knew that with his current strength, even if he injured the dwarf monk, he would not be able to kill the other party for a while. Now that the other party has taken himself seriously, once the two of them join forces to attack, even if they want to retreat, it will definitely not be an easy thing.

Attracting the monk away from the windmill was Zhao Hong's main purpose. Therefore, at the same time that the high monk flew to block his way, he had already turned his body, and at the same time urged the "Wind Charm", and actually flew in the direction of the windmill.

The high monk and the short monk who had already come back to their senses saw Zhao Hong's movements, and their souls immediately dispersed. Zhao Hong is diverting the tiger from the mountain, judging from the cultivation of the other party who forced the dwarf monk back with one move, their young lady may not be able to pass a single move in the hands of others.

"Don't kill it......"

The high monk was so anxious that he immediately called out, once something happened to the young lady, it would be a trivial matter for them to die, and it would be a big deal for the family and the soul to be destroyed.

The wavy-haired girl saw that Zhao Hong had come over instantly, and she was immediately shocked. Then she saw a purple light coming her, and was she going to die?

Of course, Zhao Hong would not be so brainless and blindly kill this girl. This girl knew at a glance that her origin was unusual, and once she killed her, it would be called endless death and cause a big disaster. People keep claiming that this is her territory, and she wants to pass through this area, and once he is wanted by their forces, he will be in great trouble in the future!

His purpose is to destroy the other party's windmill, once the other party has no windmill, how can he chase and kill himself?

"Boom!"

The "Cloud Soul Knife" slashed at the opponent's windmill flying magic weapon, and after making a violent sound, it immediately made a 'click' sound.

Zhao Hong's knife slashed a crack in the opponent's windmill real weapon, although this crack did not affect the continued flight, but if he wanted to catch up with Zhao Hong, it was absolutely impossible.

After Zhao Hong slashed out, he had no intention of continuing to entangle with the enemy, and then quickly threw out a "Water Escape Talisman", and at the same time urged the "Water Spell" with all his might, and in a blink of an eye, Zhao Hong turned into a red light and disappeared.

"Ah......" The girl screamed after Zhao Hong's red light disappeared, "This bastard destroyed my windmill, I'm going to kill him......"

The two tall monks looked at each other in horror, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief in understanding, and involuntarily wiped the cold sweat oozing from their foreheads.

The strange thing is that at this time, the two of them not only did not have such a strong dislike for Zhao Hong in their hearts, but instead had an inexplicable and strange gratitude for the mercy of their subordinates. They were glad that the target of Zhao Hong's knife just now was the windmill, not their young lady. Otherwise, the consequences for the two of them would be unimaginable.

At the same time, the two of them were also shocked in their hearts Zhao Hong's power, if they were the only ones, the other party would not choose to escape, maybe they would kill them.

Legend has it that the remnants of the Wu clan are not hidden in the land of the barbarians in southern Xinjiang? When did such a powerful figure come out? This is simply outrageous, and they should go back and report to the clan as soon as possible.

"Did he hide his cultivation?" the high monk asked solemnly.

The dwarf monk was silent for a moment, then shook his head and replied, "There is absolutely no way, I can feel his slash, his true cultivation is not above us. But with a volley in the air, it is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, and there is also an unstoppable domineering. I really can't figure out how a witch monk can be so powerful. ”

"Ah Da, Ah Er, let's chase after him immediately, this bastard has destroyed my flying magic weapon, I will never let him go, I must kill him! You go and arrest him for me, I will break him into ten thousand pieces, so that his life is better than death!" The girl immediately screamed viciously and loudly.

The high monk named "Ah Da" said to the girl very rationally: "Miss, that person deliberately damaged our flying magic weapon, even if our magic weapon is not damaged, we can only bite his speed. Now that our magic weapon of flight has been destroyed, it is impossible to catch up with him. ”

"Destroy my magic weapon, even if he runs to the ends of the earth, I will never let him go! Go back immediately, let my father issue a chase and kill order, I don't believe that he can escape in my demon clan's territory." The young lady was already gritting her teeth with hatred. Zhao Hong didn't kill her, and she had long forgotten about it. Or in her subconscious, no one dared to kill her at all.