Just when the stone cone sank into Wang Fu's body and Lin Tianbao turned around, the mutation was born.

Wang Fu's corpse, which should have been severely injured and died, and even cast a spell to hit Lin Tianbao under Lin Tianbao's caution, suddenly opened his eyes the moment Lin Tianbao turned around, and with a quick swipe of his left hand, a swift white light shot towards Lin Tianbao's back heart like lightning.

The moment Bai Mang reached his body, Lin Tianbao realized that in an inaudible sound of gold and iron rubbing, Bai Mang stopped three inches into the flesh, and a painful snort came out of Lin Tianbao's mouth, and a short sword was only two inches left in the back of his heart except for the hilt.

Grabbing the back of the heart with his backhand, in another painful snort, Lin Tianbao, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, pulled out the short sword, and a blood arrow shot out with the pull of the short sword.

Hand the short sword in front of him and take a look, a jade-inlaid thin sword, the appearance is the same as the magic weapon used by Wang Fu before, but the sword body is slightly shorter, only five inches long.

Lin Tianbao turned his head and looked down angrily, only to see Wang Fu, who should have died, was opening his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and when he saw Lin Tianbao looking over here, he jokingly said: "Didn't Senior Brother Lin say that Senior Brother Lin has another killer? Senior brother probably doesn't know that my Bee Shadow Sword is a dual sword, haha? The words were extremely fluent, as if there was no injury in the body, and when it came to the proud, Wang Fu actually laughed out loud.

The laughter stopped, looking at Lin Tianbao, who didn't say a word and silently took out the dragon pattern golden hammer, Wang Fu continued: "But it's a pity, junior brother really didn't expect that senior brother would have so many magic weapons around him, even if I sneaked attack first, I'm afraid I won't be able to hit you seriously, senior brother, right?" In this last sentence, Wang Fu asked Lin Tianbao and himself.

Lin Tianbao threw the dragon pattern golden hammer hard, and shouted angrily in his mouth: "Since you are clear, let me really die, my good junior brother!"

The moment Lin Tianbao threw out the golden hammer, a dazzling white light in the dense forest shot towards Lin Tianbao and took his head.

At the moment when the golden hammer touched his brain, Wang Fu, who saw Bai Mang out of the corner of his eye, couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart: It turns out that my senior brother and brother deceived me, and in the end they still became other people's snipe mussels.

In the sound of the grass below, the white mangs in the sky were already less than a zhang away from Lin Tianbao, and Lin Tianbao could react.

Hurriedly twisted his body, and with a sharp weapon slashing through the flesh, Lin Tianbao actually used his left arm to block Bai Mang in a panic, and suddenly a deep wound appeared on his arm, and blood gushed out.

After blocking Bai Mang, Lin Tianbao looked at the place where Bai Mang returned, and a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old stepped on a miniature boat-shaped magic weapon and walked out of the dense forest, holding a bronze shield magic weapon with a square of one or two feet in his left hand, and reaching out to catch Bai Mang with his right hand, a crystal jade sword magic weapon appeared.

After the young man took the jade sword, his right hand loosened and pushed the hilt of the sword, and the crystal jade sword turned into a white mang and shot towards Lin Tianbao, and then quickly pinched the trick with one hand, and a wind blade several feet long followed the white mang, from beginning to end, the young man did not say a word.

Lin Tianbao's current situation is very bad, he used to kill the iron-toothed wolf after some spells, and then he used a lot of spiritual power to use killers to annihilate the wolves, making the spiritual power in his body less than thirty percent on weekdays. In the end, although he attacked Wang Fu and succeeded in one blow, Lin Tianbao, who thought that he was already in control of the situation, was carelessly injured by the other party under the temptation of Wang Fu's body, and even more at this juncture, a person who appeared as soon as he appeared was killed.

Looking at the green clothes that the other party was wearing, Lin Tianbao waved the golden hammer in his hand to open the Wen Yu sword, and after dodging the wind blade, he shouted anxiously: "This Daoist, seeing that you are dressed as a disciple of the Qingyun Sect, right? I am a disciple of the Lingsha Sect, and there is no grudge between you and me, Daoist friends must have misunderstood, why don't we stop talking about it first?"

The young man who attacked Lin Tianbao was Chen San, who sneered in his heart when he heard this, and once again took back the Wen Yu sword and turned into a white mang, and shot out, and a wind blade followed.

Lin Tianbao saw that Chen San was still in his hands, and he still said with a dead heart: "What Daoist friends did this time must be for the sake of those two spirit grasses, how about this, you and I are one by one, how about each rejoicing?"

Chen San secretly said in his heart: Young Master Ben has been hiding in the forest for so long, and it is not easy to wait for this opportunity, how can he give up easily. Although he only injured his arm under the full force blow before, this Lingsha Sect disciple had already suffered a great loss of spiritual power before, and he was injured again, even if he couldn't kill him with one blow at this time, I could slowly consume the spiritual power in his body, and then his spiritual power would be the time when the young master was in charge.

Chen San thought about it in his heart, and his hands didn't stop, but he smiled and said: "Excuse me, I also saw the truth in the forest about your senior brothers, I don't want to make peace, wait for you to recover your spiritual power, treat your wounds, and then kill me." You know, I'm just a minor monk in the middle stage of enlightenment, and you, according to my observation for so long, must have reached the stage of consecration in the realm of Great Perfection. But unfortunately, after today, you will never have the opportunity to peek into the foundation building period again. ”

Lin Tianbao was extremely angry when he heard this, but he was helpless against the other party, and what the other party said was also what he was thinking.

In desperation, Lin Tianbao separated Wen Yujian again, and after avoiding the wind blade, his intact right hand threw out the dragon pattern golden hammer vigorously, and a stone cone also went with the golden hammer.

Although the speed of the golden hammer is not as good as the usual attack magic weapon, it is sacrificed by the monks of the late stage of enlightenment, and Chen San can only dodge it, as for the stone cone that followed, Chen San reluctantly greeted it with Li Qingdun in his hand.

Li Qingdun was shocked, and a sour and numb pain rippled in his left hand, only to make Chen San grin his teeth, and shouted in his heart how difficult this immortal cultivation world is.

Pain to pain, Chen San took back Wen Yujian, and it was another old trick.

The two of them went back and forth like this, attacking each other for more than half an hour.

The more Lin Tianbao fought, the more anxious he became, and the Qingyunmen disciple opposite him clearly polished the spiritual power in his body before killing him. Although the other party is only a disciple in the middle stage of enlightenment, it seems that the experience of the enemy is also shallow, but the other party shoots without any loss, and the playing style is also decent, he blocks it, he is not greedy for merit, and he also moves in the direction of the hillside while fighting, Lin Tianbao said in his heart, what a cunning boy.

Chen San also complained bitterly, young master, I am already unconscious in my left hand, your uncle, haven't you finished using up your spiritual power? Chen San is not afraid that the other party will tell the master after returning to the door and cause trouble for Qingyunmen, as long as he Chen San can bring back two Myojin five-leaf clovers, it will be a great credit, and the elders in his own sect will take responsibility for him. Moreover, after the other party returns to the door to report, it is also said whether the Lingshamen will seek Qingyunmen's bad luck for a matter that has become a fact.

This is the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

After separating Wen Yujian again and avoiding the wind blade, Lin Tianbao's eyes froze, and he made up his mind, took the dragon pattern golden hammer and didn't throw it, holding it in his hand to drive the magic weapon under his feet to Chen San.

Looking at Lin Tianbao who rushed straight forward, Chen San's heart sank, knowing that this Lin Tianbao was desperate, and said in his heart Your uncle, can't you give those two spiritual grasses to the master, you have to fight to the death, the monks in the immortal cultivation world are all sick.

In fact, after Chen San saw more about these things, he was not surprised.

After Chen San took back the Wen Yu sword, he no longer sacrificed it, holding the sword in the air and waiting for Lin Tianbao to step forward.

Chen San's original intention was to polish the other party's spiritual power, but the other party was like this, he couldn't retreat, as soon as he retreated, there was a hillside behind him, and he couldn't win, his realm cultivation was not as good as the other party, and the speed of controlling the magic weapon was not as good as the other party.

Looking at Chen San, who was holding a sword and waiting for him to come forward, Lin Tianbao's face was hideous, and he said in his heart that Chen San was still a little tender, in this case, even if he was not as fast as the other party, he would run away first, and then talk about it, it was a big deal to retreat while blocking, and he would consume the opponent's spiritual power at the same time, in short, he would not let the other party get close. Now, huh.

When Lin Tianbao rushed to the front and there were still three zhang in front of him, Chen San made a move, and the Wen Yu Sword, which had already been infused with a large amount of spiritual power, was loosened and pushed down in Chen San's hand, turning into a dazzling white light that was as dazzling as when he was sneaking in the forest and shot towards Lin Tianbao's chest. After Bai Mang's move, Chen Sanshuang held the shield in his hand, horizontally in front of him, his body retreated, and at the same time, the secret path in his heart was still insufficient, the heavy magic weapon in the opponent's hand needed the help of the monk to exert the maximum speed and power, and his Wen Yu sword also needed to be pushed out to play It was really troublesome. Just now, after seeing the dead monk sacrifice the same sword-shaped magic weapon between his fingers, at most, he injected spiritual power when he received the magic weapon, and the rest of the time he was controlling the magic weapon to attack on its own. Alas. I don't know when I will be able to cultivate to the late stage of enlightenment, so that I can master the magic weapon in my hand so flexibly.

Looking at Lin Tianbao in front of him after thinking about it, Chen San thought that at such a close distance, if this Lin Tianbao didn't dodge or dodge, he would definitely let Wen Yujian pass through his chest and kill him with one blow. If the other party resists first, he has already withdrawn a certain distance, and recalled Wen Yujian to attack again.

The long sword reached his body, Lin Tianbao didn't mean to avoid it at all, and with a sharp blade entering the flesh, the long sword went into Lin Tianbao's chest.

Chen San's eyes were overjoyed, and he was immediately replaced by shock, only to see Lin Tianbao pause when the long sword entered the flesh, and then the speed suddenly accelerated, and it appeared in front of Chen San's eyes in an instant, and the Wen Yu sword on his chest only pierced more than three inches.

Looking at Lin Tianbao with a hideous face in front of him, Chen San finally understood the meaning of Wang Fu's last sentence before he died, and why the previous sneak attack only scratched Lin Tianbao's arm, instead of breaking it in unison. This Lin Tianbao was actually wearing a defensive magic weapon in his clothes, and Wang Fu's last blow was only three inches into the flesh under the defense of this magic weapon, and Chen San thought that Wang Fu was the end of the strong crossbow, so he failed to kill Lin Tianbao with one blow, and sighed in his heart.

Lin Tianbao's right hand, which was close to Chen San's body, was already filled with twelve points of spiritual power, and the dragon-patterned golden hammer slammed it from the bottom to the top with all his might, and the golden hammer smashed on the edge of Li Qingdun's bottom.

Under the huge force of this collision, even if he held the shield in both hands, Li Qingdun still let the other party smash it up and bounce up, and it instantly passed over his head, and when Chen San secretly said that it was going to be bad, a white light had already pierced through his shirt and into his chest.