Feng Wu summoned it with one hand, and suddenly his complexion changed, and the wood-based vitality that should have been rolling in was only floating an insignificant trace, and this bit of vitality could be blown away with a sneeze!

What's going on!?

I didn't have time to think about it, the black stick shadow had already quietly smashed above my head, Feng Wu was a master of the nine turns after all, and he was not shocked, and he snorted, in the dantian, the green Yuanying was brilliant.

Suddenly, a series of dark lights flashed outside the body, and the light shield, body shield, and body armor... One by one, the magic weapon is directly put on.

With one hand, a turquoise bracelet on his wrist turned into a green spirit snake several feet wide and several feet long, flicking it slightly, and in an instant, it went towards the stick shadow.

This was not enough, one foot on the ground, and there were vines as thick as children's arms around him, tangled and entangled, like a giant dragon, entrenched above his head.

He is a master of the Nine Turns, even if the same magic weapon and the same spell are in his hands, this power is more than twice as great as that of Cang Ku.

In the air, on Xiang Yang's forehead, a faint blood-colored dragon shadow has emerged, this is a manifestation of his physical strength to the extreme, this stick, even if it is in danger, it will be smashed!

The spirit in the Ruyi stick also seemed to feel his determination, and the stick body trembled slightly, and every time it trembled, the speed of the fall was a point faster, and every time it trembled, the unstoppable momentum was a point stronger...

What if you are a master of the Nine Turns? Under my formation, you will not be able to summon the Heaven and Earth Vitality! What do you use to block my blow?

Outside the Ambergris Gorge, a pair of eyes stared at it without blinking, and the atmosphere became more and more tense as the shadow of the stick fell, but no one would think that a monk in the Dan stage could inflict any damage on a nine-turn power, and this stick, if it could make the opponent retreat a little, would be a great achievement.

In front of everyone's eyes, the stick shadow finally touched the green spirit snake summoned by Feng Wu.

Something terrible has happened ...

It's just an instant, and the spirit snake is broken!

Vine Dragon, Smash!

Mask, shattered!

Shield, torn apart!

Talisman armor, collapse directly!

It's just an instant! This stick, with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying, swept away all the magic weapons and spells summoned by Feng Wu...

At the moment when the spirit snake and the stick shadow came into contact, Feng Wu's face finally changed, and in his senses, in an instant, Xiang Yang suddenly disappeared with a stick, and in its place, a towering mountain was pressing towards him.

This silent blow is so strong!?

Even if he is a master of the ninth turn, his physical body may not be as strong as the Yuan Infant Stage, thinking of the end of the withering, at this time, where can he still take care of the above, and he directly pinched a shrunken inch talisman and was about to dodge.

However, something even more shocking happened, the spell only flickered and then disappeared, and he could only watch as the black shadow of the stick tore through everything and came to his head...

In the air, a smile appeared on the corner of Xiang Yang's mouth, with the experience of fighting with Cang Ku before, where would he make this kind of negligence, you came to my territory, and you still want to use this kind of garbage charm?

All this happened between the electric light and flint, a few zhang behind Feng Wu, Feng Tong did not react at all, there was a loud 'boom' in his ears, and a large pit more than ten zhang wide appeared in front of him.

"What about the boy and my brother?"

Feng Tong jumped up hurriedly, and watched as the dragon chair under his ass was also swallowed up by the crack, but where could he care about this, and swept directly towards the big pit.

Before he could take a look, a black shadow emerged from the pit, whistling and stabbing at his head, Feng Tong monster screamed, just wanted to turn back to avoid, suddenly sank, the whole body became heavy in an instant, and the movement slowed down countless times.

The same is the cultivation of the ninth rotation period, his cultivation is a few points worse than Feng Wu, and the reaction is even worse, stretching out his hand to summon, and finding that he can't attract the vitality of heaven and earth, and his frightened soul flew out of the sky, and he only had time to put on a piece of armor for himself and watched the black dot stab in front of him. . .

There is no doubt that the armor was directly shattered, and then a figure shot backwards as if it had been slapped by a giant beast, and the luxurious cloud boat was directly knocked out of a humanoid hole...

It only took a moment of effort to add up to the front and back, and the two masters of the Nine Rotation Period had been directly put down, and the Yuan Infant and Jiedan Monk they brought were watching from the sidelines, their hairs standing on end, and they didn't even have the courage to escape.

Similarly, outside the Ambergris Gorge, those onlookers were also stupid, and a few of them didn't even control the flying sword for a while, and almost fell headlong.

What did they see? A monk in the Dan period, killing two people in the Nine Rotation Period with two sticks? The opponent was powerless to fight back?

Although they are immortal cultivators, they still want to ask, did I see an immortal descending to earth... Why is everything so unreal?

On the peak of the mountain where the Sanshentang gathered, the high platform built by more than a dozen boulders fell down suddenly, and in the dust, the strange man rushed out with a gray face, and he didn't use the magic weapon to fly the sword, he strode directly, and the figure had swept out dozens of zhang in a flash, and he ran towards the Ambergris Gorge like that, and he couldn't stop shouting: "Damn, where did the little monster come from... Meng Cheng is like this, Brother Jing, I must know him!"

On the peak closest to the Ambergris Gorge, Sima Shenang and Sima Zizhong also looked like hell, looked at each other a few times, Sima Shenang gasped, came back to his senses, pointed down, shook his head and said, "This little guy really can't be provoked... ”

Sima Zizhong looked at the big pit and the blurred flesh at the bottom of the big pit in a daze, and muttered, "Ancestor, that kid... What the hell is that kid using... The stick ... ”

Sima Shenang glared at him: "What if it's an immortal weapon?"

Sima Zizhong said curtly: "Ancestor, immortal weapons are naturally impossible, it's hard to say whether there are immortal weapons in the mountains and seas realm, but even if it's a mysterious weapon, then this little guy is only cultivating in the Dan stage, and how many layers of power can he exert?

Sima Shenang took a deep look at the Ambergris Gorge, shook his head and said, "The key is not the stick, but the formation... Tsk tsk, a formation that can make the power of heaven and earth unable to attract the power of heaven and earth in the nine turns... Behind him, there must be a hegemon who can be counted in the entire mountain and sea realm, and this little guy has a bright future in the future!"

As he spoke, he suddenly laughed: "I don't know how much high incense the ancestors of the past generations burned, and my Floating Jade Sect can produce such a Tianjiao... Zizhong, Aoki Hall, you can move!"