Chapter 265 turned out to be pretending to be like this

"Hehe, Brother Wuya," he said, 'Night Wuya' took out a big cigarette from the Qiankun bag and put it in his mouth, a small flame burst out of his fingers, and lit the cigarette, and the blood demon learned from Ye Wuya as usual, and spit out a puff of smoke: "Give you a cigarette time to say your last words!"

"The erector is arrogant!" The old man blew his beard, waved his robe, the wind blew, and dozens of swords turned into a shadow and arrived in front of the 'Endless Night' in the blink of an eye!

It's dizzyingly fast.

'Night Boundless' smiled and stretched out his palm unhurriedly, just so lightly, dozens of flying swords could no longer score half a point.

"You still have half a cigarette to say your last words!" 'Ye Wuyan' exhaled a puff of smoke and said very comfortably, without taking the old man in his eyes at all.

"It was actually blocked, who is this person, who can actually block a blow from the elder of the Desperate Palace, could it be that he is also the realm of the other side?"

"That's it, this is too pretending, if I can't beat him, I want to swing him twice!"

The crowd kept saying a word.

"Carving insect skills!

The old man snorted disdainfully, he had already sensed it when he made a move at 'Night Boundless', this person was at most the other side realm, but he had been pretending to be forced.

The old man's golden light shone brightly, shining on half of the sky, like a golden sun, extremely dazzling, and the dantian exuded a stream of glorious spiritual power, which looked extremely amazing.

Three rays of light and shadow flew out from the old man's dantian, flying around the old man, one thing was a flying sword, the size of a palm, and the other two things were a gourd and a broken copper ingot! As soon as these three treasures came out, an extremely terrifying coercion emanated out, and the bodies of the monks trembled and staggered.

A loud shout came out of Dongmenlang's mouth: "Everyone retreats immediately!"

Receiving the order of Dongmen Lang, both the sky and the ground monks all ran out like crazy, and the monks duel, as long as they don't sacrifice the magic weapon, it is a small fight, if even the natal magic weapon is sacrificed, then it is really going to start desperately.

There is a saying in the monk world, once the magic weapon comes out, it will never die!

After all, every magic weapon is cultivated by the monk's original essence blood, which is considered the second life of the monk, and if the natal magic weapon is damaged, the monk will also be counterattacked.

And among the three magic weapons sacrificed by the old man of the Desperate Palace, one must be his natal magic weapon, if nothing else, the copper ingot that looks tattered and tattered, uneven, at first glance, is the 'merit and non-achievement' left by many hard battles!

Everyone retreated thousands of meters away, and there was no longer a single monk left in the center of the Ten Thousand Beasts City.

The fighting method of the monks of the other shore realm, their group of gathering in the formation realm, the Jindan realm can't squeeze into it at all, and once it is affected, it will be seriously injured, but it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! There are always people who have the mentality of Xiaoxing and do not push it far, and they always want to learn something from it.

"Let's make a magic weapon!" the old man faintly despised the 'Night Boundless' who was still smoking.

"Damn, this old man also likes to pretend to be forced!" Ye Wuya looked at the old man and said, "Brother Ritian, hurry up." Put it back!"

'Ye Wuya' wiped his forehead, made a forty-five-degree angle and looked up at the sky and thought he was very handsome, tilted his head slightly, squinted at the old man of the Desperate Hall from the corner of his eyes, and said disdainfully, "Deal with you!

"I rub, 666..."

Zhihai screamed 666 at night, it turned out that he could still pretend like this.

"Hmph, then don't blame the old man's men for being ruthless!" The old man stretched out his hand and waved it, and spit out a faint sentence: "Go!"

The flying sword beside him turned into an afterimage, three points faster than Fang Cai's sword shadow, and slashed towards the 'Endless Night'.

I saw that 'Night Without Bounds' was mastered into a fist, and it punched out at the old man's magic weapon!

This punch seems to be plain and bland, but it drives the strength of the body, the thick green tendons are like the roots of an old tree, and the blood vessels are hideous and terrifying.

"Boom!"

A huge crash sounded, and an invisible wave spread out from it.

The few people who didn't run far were directly crushed into a cloud of blood mist by this force.

I didn't even have time to scream!

"Click, click!"

The voice rang out from the center of the field! Everyone stretched their necks, who won this blow? That monk dared to use his flesh body to block the flying sword magic weapon of the old man of the Hall of Absolute Feelings. Could it be that he has already trained his physical body to the point where he can raise his hands to the point of magic weapons?

The ripples of energy dissipated, revealing that evil smile, and the slap sword magic weapon suspended in front of him was actually full of cracks! And his fist was unscathed, not even the skin was worn out, this person was so terrifying!

"Let's go!" The magic weapon of the flying sword was torn apart, completely losing its spiritual brilliance, and becoming a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron!

"Whew," he spat out a puff of smoke! "Little thing, you still have four branches left, what other moves can be used quickly, this seat will play with you." ”

"You look for death, I will fulfill you!" The old man of the Desperate Hall was completely angry, he had lived for hundreds of years and no one had ever dared to call him a little thing, the young man in front of him dared to call him a little thing, who did he think he was?

The gourd in front of the old man in the Hall of Despair rushed into the sky, the cork at the mouth of the gourd was automatically opened, and a large cloud of black mist flowed out of the bottle, pouring down towards the night.

The area where Ye Wuya is located is all shrouded in black qi, and he can't see his fingers.

"Damn, Brother Ritian, what kind of thing is this, how is it so dark. Night Wuya shouted in the sea of knowledge.

"It seems to be a bewildering demonic energy, but the level is too low, it can only make the monks of the other side realm reach out and not see the five fingers, and the five senses will also be affected and cannot see the void and reality, just like a fly in it, it is like a fly in it, and it is impossible to find a way to crack it, even if it is a hundred years old, it is also going in circles in it. The Blood Demon took a puff of his cigarette and said, "You're a good smoker, remember to give me some when I come back to life." ”

"Haha, Brother Ritian is outside, where do I have a lot of smoke, you can go to the hall when the time comes. Ye Wuya said with a smile, confusing the demonic qi, it is estimated that the blood demon has long stopped playing the rest of the tricks.

But the night Wuya still asked: "How to crack this kind of thing?"

"It's very simple to crack this thing, there are too many ways, I recommend two suitable for you, the first one is brute force, the strength is a miracle! The second one is eaten directly, your body is very strong, but you can't use it, and the demonic qi can't have the slightest effect on you at all!"

"Oh, how do you eat it?" asked Ye Wuya curiously.

"Brother Wuya, be optimistic!" said the Blood Demon unhurriedly, then opened his mouth wide, exhaled heavily, spit out all the air in his lungs, and then inhaled violently, and the surrounding demonic qi quickly burrowed into the mouth of 'Night Wuya'!