The person who came was wearing a spirit armor like a turtle shell, or cautiously approaching the dialect, the dialect didn't know when he had such a great power, but in this case, it was difficult to sneak attack with the fire, although the spirit armor had no other functions, the protection was not to say, even if his fire was indestructible, it was not something that could be penetrated at once.

These two people's cultivation is higher than Ji Feng, this is not a fair place, watching the person approaching him step by step, the other person followed behind two feet away and also came over, and also sacrificed the magic weapon in his hand, at least at the treasure level.

"Boy, come here. The monk under the turtle's shell shouted, and a ball of light from his hand shot towards Fang Yan, which was actually the spirit rune that Fang Yan was accustomed to.

If you pretend to be a spirit rune again, you will be blown up by the spirit rune, and the dialect jumps, not retreating but advancing.

The monk in front only felt a flash of white light, and a man in green clothes suddenly appeared in front of him, startled, and hurriedly urged the spirit armor, and at the same time, several spirit runes were thrown out, but the person retreated sharply to the rear.

Fang Yan wondered, only Ji Feng knew about his own puppet, and even Scar didn't tell him, why did the person who came seem to know everything, first tried his best to guard against it, and as soon as he sacrificed it, he quickly fled, where did Fang Yan know that the other party was not afraid of the puppet, but his fire attack.

After sacrificing the puppet, the consumption of the dialect's divine consciousness was very intense, and he had to solve the battle quickly, and threw a nourishing pill into his mouth to replenish the consumption of his divine consciousness and relieve the fatigue of his divine consciousness a little.

The puppet over there was not afraid of the miasma, and was faster than the two of them, and had already approached the monk in the turtle shell.

I don't know who designed this puppet at the beginning, he never used spells when he could use his fists, he only heard the sound of Dangdang and remembered continuously, the person hiding in the turtle shell regretted it, and he still couldn't avoid the opponent's attack in the rapid retreat, but in the blink of an eye, the other party grabbed his back waist spirit armor, and wanted to risk flying up from the miasma, but he was held by the person next to him, and he couldn't escape.

What made the monk even more shocked was that the spirit armor of the middle grade treasure weapon level on his body was enough to resist the attack of the top grade treasure weapon, but he couldn't block the opponent's fist, and he was smashed into a dent, and the monk inside felt that his front heart was close to his back, and then he felt that his eyes seemed to bulge from his sockets.

The last thought that flashed in the man's mind was, "Is this the kid's high-grade treasure?"

It's troublesome to say, in fact, from jumping up in the dialect, to sacrificing the puppet, from the monk retreating, to being killed by the puppet, but in a moment, the person who followed behind on the opposite side just noticed that something was wrong, and saw the death of his companion.

Not only did the two of them not expect this situation, but Fang Yan also didn't expect it, smashing down a monk who had built five or six layers of the foundation with his fist, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead, what kind of cultivation could only do it.

Wang Ling saw Zhao and a face and fell to the ground, and a monk with a high cultivation appeared in front of him, and soon, Wang Ling found that something was wrong, "Puppet?", Wang Ling was shocked, and the figure that had been forward quickly retreated backwards, in order to avoid the puppet attack of the pursuer.

Just when Wang Ling thought that he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly found that the puppet in front of him suddenly did not move, and his fist was only two inches away from his face.

"Haha, boy, such a high-level puppet is not something you can urge, your divine sense is insufficient, right, I didn't expect to have such a harvest today, Brother Zhao and I'm here to avenge you." ”

The dialect also has a tribulation word, I didn't expect this puppet to consume his divine sense so much, but in the blink of an eye, his divine sense could no longer urge him, even if it was a god cultivation pill, he couldn't replenish it for a while, seeing that the other party had already reacted, he threw out several spirit runes in his hand and attacked him.

What's wrong with this person now, you all learn to attack with spirit runes, you are a middle-level monk who builds the foundation, Fang Yan couldn't help but hate in his heart when he saw this, how did he know that the monk on the other side was killed by Fang Yan in a blink of an eye because of Qian Feng's imperial sword attack, this is a high-grade treasure weapon to guard against dialects.

Fortunately, there is also a bee queen beast in the dialect, although it is impossible to kill the other party, entanglement is not a problem, a few bee stings flew out, and the dialect stepped on the butterfly dance steps to dodge the spirit runes that flew over.

"Hey, fourth-order queen bee beast, mutated and upgraded?" As soon as the queen bee beast attacked, Wang Ling also discovered its difference, and secretly said in his heart, he didn't know how to get these things from the dialect of the Qi refining period, the queen bee beast was nothing, and there was even a puppet comparable to the high-level of the foundation building.

The bee king beast just made Wang Ling feel troublesome, he didn't think that he could escape with this bee beast dialect, at most he was slow, not to mention that the opponent was obviously unconscious, and the most powerful puppet could no longer be used, as long as these bee beasts were sent away, he could take him down in a moment, even if he still had a high-grade treasure, he couldn't exert much power if he barely urged it, and he had an unknown magic weapon on his body, which was something that even his companions didn't know.

Whether it is Wang Ling or Fang Yan, they are secretly calculating each other in their hearts at the moment, and it is impossible to stop at this moment.

Fang Yan's plan is very simple, melee attack, as long as he is close to the other party within one zhang, his own fire can stabilize the target, even if he can't kill it, it is enough for him to drink a pot, at the beginning, the Xudan monk couldn't withstand the attack of the fire, Fang Yan didn't think that the other party could resist a mid-foundation monk who could resist it.

Fang Yan dodged while dodging, one hand also threw out a few spirit runes, the other party just temporarily used the spirit rune to attack, Fang Yan has been through this for a long time, there is no battle that is not used, very skilled, all kinds of spirit runes are very tacitly coordinated.

The attack of the dialect was expected by Wang Ling, the first time he fought with Qian Feng, it was a large number of spirit runes flying around, it was precisely because of this, Wang Ling prepared a lot of spirit runes, but he didn't expect that there were still not as many spirit runes as Fang Yan, seeing that there were already hundreds of spirit runes, and the dialect was still throwing spirit runes out, Wang Ling was a little distressed for Fang Yan, thousands of spirit stones.

The king bee beast around him is still harassing, he needs to be distracted to deal with this bee beast while dodging the spirit runes thrown by the dialect, the consumption is naturally greater than the dialect, even if Wang Ling's cultivation is deep, he also feels that his mana is consumed a lot at this time, and the dialect cultivation on the opposite side is far inferior to his own, and there must be little mana left at this time, Wang Ling runs the magic trick, urges his spirit armor, no longer wrestles with the dialect, and attacks towards the dialect.

Wang Ling expected it to be good, but there was not much mana left in Fang Yan's body, only less than one-third, and the butterfly dance step was also an extremely mana-consuming technique, not to mention that it was also necessary to urge the Qianling Net, a medium-grade treasure, seeing the other party rushing over, Fang Yan was not surprised, and with a turn of his palm, the fire flame trick came out.

"Ah, away from the fire, no wonder, but boy, even if it's out of the fire, I can't help this magic weapon. Wang Ling instantly discovered that the thing that attacked him was Lihuo, one of the real fires, and he also understood how Qian Feng died in the first place, thinking that Fang Yan had a high-grade treasure, but it turned out to be a Lihuo.

Wang Ling did not retreat, his palm turned sharply, and he made a move.

Fang Yan saw a multicolored light flashing in front of the other party, a multicolored shield blocked his chest, and his invincible fire was blocked, what kind of magic weapon is this?

Fang Yan was shocked, the fatal blow he prepared had no effect, at this moment Fang Yan was only four or five feet away from the opponent, after the opponent blocked the fire, an orange spear appeared in his other hand, and a light and shadow shot towards Fang Yan.

Fang Yan knew that even if he blocked the other party's attack, he would not be able to escape his life, and his last hole card was still holding the shield from the fire, and the other party was several levels higher than his own cultivation, as long as he killed himself, he would naturally break the fire without attacking.

It is impossible to urge the puppet, now that Fang Yan's divine sense has recovered a little, even if the puppet is sacrificed, it can't support it for a moment, and Fang Yan can't be allowed to think, seeing that the other party's attack has reached the body, and it will be useless to delay for a while, Fang Yan gritted his teeth, rushed forward against the shadow of the gun, threw out a gray-brown thing in his hand, and then sprayed a mouthful of essence blood on it, and shouted in his mouth: "The ghost is out." ”

Fang Yan didn't care about the ghost and the ghost back, and sacrificed the soul bones, and what was even more terrible was that he also sprayed a large mouthful of essence blood on it, even if he could kill the other party, Fang Yan was very troublesome.

The ghost who absorbed a large mouthful of essence blood in the dialect was very brave, and entered the body of Wang Ling in a moment.

"Ah, ghosts?" Wang Ling, who found that his body had been invaded, no longer had the previous composure at this moment, the ghost attack was different from spells, directly attacking the soul, although Wang Ling had also practiced some condensing spells, but he was far from being the opponent of these ghosts, and he saw him holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, standing there and seeming to become a sculpture.

What is surprising is that Fang Yan didn't move, his left shoulder was pierced by a spear, and he was still oozing blood, and he also returned to Fang Yan's body at some point from the fire, and the queen bee beast didn't know what was going on, and suddenly his enemy had no breath, and the master seemed to have a problem, and immediately returned to Fang Yan's side to protect him.