"I don't know how long he can hold out!"

Wang Dingzhou trusts his own judgment.

There are detailed records in the classics of the Sword God Sect Dao Palace, and Jin Liu also talked about related things with the disciples when he taught the "Six Arts of Cultivators".

"Boom ......"

With a loud bang, Jia He flew upside down, his wings covered with wounds, and blood was dripping with blood.

Its wings are the source of the bird's strength, and it laughs when it is badly wounded, coughing up a lot of blood as it laughs, and pounces towards the mirror magic weapon.

The two long belts on Wu Linlin's back hung down weakly, and his seriously injured body was supported until now, and he could barely stand on his feet: "Cleverness is mistaken by cleverness, if the mythical thing is placed on me, maybe it won't be so passive!"

Mythical things can't be left in the hands of the Demon Dao, do you have to summon the Sword God Sect to help?

When Senior Brother gave him the 'weapon', he said that as long as I fully exert its power, I can compete with the cultivators of the Divine Power Realm, and the weapon of the half-step spirit treasure can't even solve the Demon Dao of the Refining Realm?"

This place is not far from the Sword God Sect's station, as long as the empty shuttle scales make a move, the support of the Sword God Sect will soon arrive, but the pride in his heart supports Wu Linlin, and he is unwilling to ask the Sword God Sect for help.

"Enlightenment!"

Seeing the demon path flying, the Jindan Realm cultivator pinched the magic technique, and the armor twisted and changed, becoming more hideous and thicker, and directly rushed out of the protection of the mirror magic weapon.

"Broken!"

The Jindan Realm cultivator pulled out his right arm, and the blazing red light circulated under the armor, and the armor of his right arm was thick in a whole circle, and there was a feeling of infinite power, smashing towards Jia He.

Everywhere the fist passed, the laws of heaven and earth were reversed, and they were actually changed by this punch.

"Awesome!"

Wang Dingzhou was shocked, the Imperial Weapon Sect was worthy of being one of the six great gods, and its means were extraordinary.

"Carving insect skills!"

Jia He pursed his lips in disdain, pinched the fist of the Jindan Realm cultivator, and poured demonic qi into the armor, intending to destroy his physical body and destroy his soul.

"Huh?"

It didn't go as smoothly as imagined, and the demonic qi was actually resisted outside, and it was only an inch into it.

"Not bad!"

Jia He knew that this was the strength of the armor, and quickly measured it, it was not impossible to break through the armor and kill the cultivator, but it would take some time, so he simply shook his hand and threw him towards Wu Forest.

The formation was broken, and what it lacked most was time, and it was only right to leave immediately after taking the baby.

Jia He urged the spell and bombarded the mirror magic weapon.

The mirror magic weapon is crumbling and can't last long.

The Jindan Realm cultivator was caught by Wu Linlin.

Wu Linlin said secretly: "There is no way, I can only open the function of the persecution potential of the device, it is better to hurt the vitality than to be stronger, just try the real power of the 'weapon'!"

There was a continuous sound from inside the armor, and the back of Wu Linlin's head stabbed, and dozens of spikes pierced his skull and entered his sea of consciousness.

All the major points around the body are pierced with spikes.

The depleted meridians emitted a glowing light, and the powerful power reappeared, turning in the body, the power appeared too fast and too much, and Wu Linlin's physical body felt a burden for a while.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Wu Forest gasped and fed back his own strength to the armor, which transmitted countless messages to him, and many functions were opened in the depths, beginning to show the true power of a "weapon".

Yao Feng was a little anxious!

Judging from the situation at the scene, Jia He is a miserable victory, the two cultivators of the Immortal Dao have no power to resist, if they don't make a move, the mythical thing will have no share of their own, and they can't help but pass on to Wang Dingzhou: "Dingzhou, when will we make a move?"

"Huh?"

Wang Dingzhou thought for a moment: "Xiao Feng, wait for the mirror magic weapon to break through and use the cocoon breaking drill to aim at the eyes of the demon Dao, it is best to affect the mythical things and break the boxes of the mythical things!"

"I understand!"

Yao Feng smiled and immediately understood Wang Dingzhou's plan.

If the box is broken, the mythical things will be scattered everywhere, and the two of them will have a chance to take advantage of it, like the current situation, the two of them will not get the mythical things at all.

Time was long but short, and in less than a breath, Jia He had already sent out hundreds of attacks, and the mirror magic weapon shattered, revealing a mount and a box containing mythical objects.

Facing the breath of the demon road, the mount was afraid from the bottom of his bones, whimpered, put down the box and ran away without looking back.

"Hahaha...... It's all mine!"

Demon Dao laughed.

The laughter suddenly froze, and a sense of death enveloped him, making him feel like a crisis of falling into an ice cave, but he didn't know where the danger came from.

Subconsciously, two thick ones covered the face.

"Boom ......"

A brilliant arrow appeared out of thin air, striking the wing, spinning wildly, but instead of being pierced, it was punched into a deep dent.

"Shadowless Arrows?"

Wang Dingzhou was taken aback, and then understood Yao Feng's thoughts.

The other party is a cultivator in the Law Refining Realm, and the "Cocoon Breaking Drill" will miss nine times out of ten, so he simply uses the "Shadowless Arrow", and the Law Refining Realm does not have the power to comprehend the universe, and he can't hide from one hit at a time.

"Buzz...... Buzz ......"

The light of the law in the earthy yellow arrow flowed, but it couldn't break through the wings at all.

The arrow was condensed by Yao Feng, and the texture was not as good as Jia He's wings, and in the process of crazy rotation, a little bit of light separated from the arrow, setting off violent law fluctuations.

Thunder and fire erupted, and even more earthy, pure earthy power stirred in the air.

The box containing the mythical object was lifted into the air.

A large number of items flew out, crashed to the ground and shattered, and a large number of fragments were scattered in a range of hundreds of zhang, including bottles inlaid with fragments of divine objects, which looked quite inconspicuous.

"It's done!"

Wang Dingzhou stared at the fragment tightly and determined its location.

There are two boxes intact, releasing a warm treasure light, which are actually two magic weapons, but it is conceivable that what is placed in them should be a rare mythical thing, and it is by no means comparable to bottles and jars.

On the wings, the black demonic energy condensed, wrapping around the entire arrow, and the arrow made a sneering sound, as if it had been entangled by a vicious poisonous snake, and shrank rapidly.

"Bang!"

The arrows shattered, and their wings spread widely, blowing away the aftermath of the arrows and blowing the fragments into the air.

"Good chance!"

Wang Dingzhou's eyes lit up, and he was about to make a move.

"Evil obstacles, bring me my life!"

Wu Forest burst out, causing Wang Dingzhou to stop and look at him vigilantly.

Wang Dingzhou didn't see Wu Linlin's figure, because he was already fighting with Jia He, and the two blurred figures were entangled and changing directions, only feeling more powerful mana fluctuations than before.

The battle between the two deliberately avoided the magic weapon chest, but blew the rest of the fragments farther away.

The fragments of the artifact were blown out hundreds of feet!

"Great!"

Wang Dingzhou secretly took chances, and carefully left his original position by casting a retreat method, heading towards the place where the fragments fell, carefully avoiding battle fluctuations along the way.