Wang Fatzi's hand was propped up on the Admiralty Phantom, two completely different mana, and he didn't want money to enter the Admiralty Phantom. The intertwining of gold and red kept flickering on the shadow of the bell, which thickened and began to expand outward.

The two magic weapons directly resisted, and the sound of 'clucking' continued to sound. At this moment, Chen Xiao had a gloomy face: "Boom!" The black smoke on the skull shook violently, and then the Admiralty was surrounded by a destructive black.

Chen Xiao no longer looked at the result stupidly this time, and drove the black mist Jinpa that had drifted away, squeezing towards the location of Wang Fatzi. At the same time, the Ten Yang Sword was thrown out by him, and the little mana left was urged with all his strength, and the sword was divided into nine handles, and it strangled towards a black mist.

In the black fog, it was pitch black, no one could see the specific situation clearly, and Wang Fatzi didn't know what Chen Xiao did outside.

He just single-mindedly urged the mana, and the Admiralty Phantom was hit many times, until there was a 'click', and the Admiralty Phantom on the top of Wang Fatman's hand cracked, directly becoming two halves.

Half golden, half red, it spread out to both sides, carrying the huge mana that had gathered, and clearing the black mist around it along the way.

At the same time, a cracked bronze bell fell in front of Wang Fatzi's eyes. Wang Fatzi was stunned, and he didn't know if Xiao Zhong couldn't stop the attack, or if Wang Fatzi himself destroyed it from the inside.

Thinking of the situation he had just seen, Wang Fatzi wanted to cry without tears, was this too much force, or was it two mana forces that were mutually restrictive? Without much time to think about it, the attack of the Ten Yang Sword arrived again, coming from nine different directions.

Wang Fatzi was slightly startled, and pulled his legs to dodge, but the sword came suddenly, which was so easy to dodge. The fat man who was dodging only felt that he had been hit by a sword in his arm and back.

Fortunately, the shield light and robe on the fat man's body were blocked, except for the force of penetration, which made the fat man feel a little painful, but he was not injured.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Wang Fatzi shook his hand and threw out the small flying sword that he snatched from Feixian Zhao Qing, target: Chen Xiao. After being pressed and beaten for so long, Wang Fatzi behaved relaxedly, but he was also angry in his heart.

Behind the small sword, two golden and red spirit ropes followed closely.

Chen Xiao was also very depressed at this time, and the final outbreak of the Golden Bell Phantom directly affected his Black Mist Jinpa, and at present, the Black Mist Jinpa had broken a big hole, and it would not be needed for a while.

The arrival of Wang Fatzi's attack shocked Chen Xiao, this dead fat man actually had a magic weapon. The fire on Chen Xiao's body lit up, and his body was agile to dodge the attack of the small sword and the spirit lock. At the same time, he did not forget to control the Ten Yang Sword to greet Wang Fatzi.

It's just that at this time, his mana has begun to bottom out, and he is afraid that he will not last long to avoid it like this. I only hope that Wang Fatzi is also lacking in mana, and the Ten Yang Sword can make contributions as soon as possible.

But Wang Fatzi's toughness disappointed him again, under the Shiyang Sword, although Wang Fatzi occasionally had a sword, but he just didn't get hurt and didn't fall.

Chen Xiao, who was depressed in his heart and only felt that he had reached a desperate situation, was a little disheartened, and was about to shout to admit defeat. He was under great mental pressure, but he didn't realize that Wang Fatzi was already not far from him.

Taking advantage of the gap that had just dodged the attack of the Ten Yang Sword, Wang Fatzi launched a palm in front of Chen Xiao in the air, and the ordinary palm mana was released.

Maybe it's nothing in normal times, the mana is urged, and a little body protection can be used as a breeze. But at this time, under the depletion of mana and a slight distraction, this palm slowed down the speed of his forward rush to dodge, and at the same time, he swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Although it was only a beat slower, it was a fatal problem. Wang Fatzi's flying sword took the opportunity to catch up and stabbed on the armor, but did not break the defense, obviously the armor worn by Chen Xiao was not ordinary.

However, the impact of the small sword made Chen Xiao's feet stumble slightly, and the two spirit ropes took the opportunity to entangle them.

With the defense of the armor, if the mana is abundant, this is not a big deal, but the key is that the mana is not strong now, and the automatic defense close to the armor itself can only be barely supported, and the spirit lock is separated by the armor and entangled Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao was shocked, he couldn't care about anything else, and urgently called out the only remaining mana to protect himself, if he was given some time, he would still be able to break the spiritual rope.

However, the fat man had already come to him. As for the Ten Yang Sword, it lost Chen Xiao's mana control, and of course it flew away directly after a wave of attacks.

"I recognize..." Chen Xiao knew that something was wrong, and hurriedly wanted to shout out loud, but Wang Fatzi's palm had already covered it, hitting the Tianling cover directly, a simple and rough strong palm. Mana? Who will keep it at the last moment.

The blood-red palm, waving a blood-red mist, fell in one palm. Chen Xiao vomited blood and fell to the ground, but he didn't die because at the last moment, someone pulled him, and Wang Fatzi's palm just slapped on Chen Xiao's armor.

Wang Fatzi still wanted to rush forward, but a hand blocked his way: "That's it, he's already lost." "An old man, Wang Fatzi has seen it in the collected information, Chen Xiao's master, the great elder.

Just now he wanted to directly block Wang Fatzi's blow, but he temporarily blocked, how could he block Wang Fatzi's full strength, so in the end it was changed to pull people, and Wang Fatzi's palm was still slapped down, but the power was also greatly reduced.

Wang Fatzi's current action of rushing forward is just a temptation, with this person here, the fat man doesn't feel that he still has any chance to make a move, but he can't turn around and leave, that is a loss: "Great Elder, this is going to meddle in the duel between disciples? ”

"What a duel, at best, is a competition. Enough is enough, don't go too far with the Demon Buddha. The Great Elder's expression was flat, without the slightest hint of anger, and his mind was unpredictable.

"Okay, Elder, you have said so, what else can I do, then I can always collect some loot, my magic weapon, but it was destroyed alive by your apprentice. In front of the bigger fist, Wang Fatzi is still very reasonable, and he doesn't blush at all.

The Great Elder was still calm, obviously the city government was very deep: "Okay, just when I give you a meeting gift, the Winning Order Contest is in crisis, remember to save a small life and come back, don't let my investment go down the drain." After speaking, he turned around and flew away with Chen Xiao in his hand.

Wang Fatzi had the heart to say the last sentence, didn't he say that it was okay to let me collect some combat power? I want to take off the armor, but look at the Ten Yang Swords scattered around, I still shut up.

When you get something, you should put it away as soon as possible, so as not to have an accident, there are a lot of people with hot eyes next to you...

Ten Thousand Laws Holy Sect, the residence of the four elders Liu Yujiao. Liu Yujiao, who had just returned, walked around the courtyard with an anxious and worried face, his son Liu Li's injuries had deteriorated, and they were very serious, and Zheng Yang, the great elder of the Blood Demon Sect, was doing his best to treat him.