A faint red light flowed on Ge Yun's body, and those few minor wounds were already visible to the naked eye and slowly healed, and then he pinched his hands, spit out a few obscure words in his mouth, and a dragon groan sounded, and there was a two-inch-long mini knife in his hand. Ge Yun glanced at it.

The "Long ——!" mini knife instantly became larger, three feet long, the blade was simple, and it was featureless, but Bing Xuan frowned slightly, and his face gradually became solemn.

The pursuit of gorgeous things in the mortal world, golden light and silver shadows, and pearl colored glass, also make mortals frivolous and restless, deviate from their hearts, and gradually drift away from the avenue. And spiritual things are only for their true colors, and there are few bright and beautiful postures, and the inconspicuous ones are not inferior things.

The magic weapon is divided into spiritual weapons, magic weapons, treasures, spiritual treasures, and even legendary Xuanbao, immortal treasures, etc., according to the strength of the body, and is specifically divided into upper, middle and lower three grades, and corresponds to the monk level such as Ning Zhen Realm, Jin Dan Realm, and Ning Ying (Yuan Infant) Realm, although it seems to be complicated but unpretentious. The early and middle stage cultivators of the Condensation Realm have just entered the path, their experience is limited, their spiritual power is insufficient, and they can't refine the spiritual weapon by themselves, so they can only be created by the predecessors of the Jindan Realm, and those who can enter the Dharma Eye of the Jindan Realm are by no means vulgar, and the knife in front of him seems to be an example.

Bing Xuan didn't dare to be careless, after all, the other party was one order higher than himself, so he also pinched the mantra and sacrificed two spiritual weapons, a mini hammer in his right hand and a small square shield in his left hand, which became bigger in the wind in his hand, and looked at Ge Yun coldly. The hammer is black and dull, and a tiger head is depicted on the small shield.

Ge Yun was not stupid, he didn't give Bing Xuan a chance, the spiritual power in his body had already been injected into the blade, and the big knife trembled slightly, humming, and seemed to be very happy, quickly sucking up Ge Yun's spiritual power, and at the same time, the blade changed significantly. A terrifying aura emanated, and from the handle of the knife, waves of black light visible to the naked eye surged from the back of the knife to the head of the knife, and the tip of the knife instantly flashed a ruler-long sword, and it was still stretching forward. Ge Yun raised his hands above his head and looked at Bing Xuan, his eyes flashing.

"Slash!"

Bing Xuan had also brought the tiger's head shield to the extreme, and the tiger's head on the shield was shining with yellow light, and it was about to come out! A yellow curtain blocked in front of him. Bing Xuan was still not at ease, and with a stroke of his right hand, a white air shield encircled himself inside, and the smaller sledgehammer came up to the big knife with black light.

It took only three breaths from the time the spirit weapon was sacrificed to the time it was shot, and the spirit weapons of the two collided together, of course, the sparks generated by the collision of mortal weapons did not appear here.

A terrifying wave of qi erupted with a piercing scream, instantly sweeping everything around, the surface of the ground was scraped as if it had been scraped, and a foot-thick layer of soil was thrown dozens of feet away. However, all this did not end there, Bing Xuan's sledgehammer was no longer visible, and although the three-foot-long blade was less than half, it was not blocked by much momentum, and continued to slash forward. The tiger's head on the small square shield roared out, and the sword slashed upward.

A mournful roar came, and the yellow mang of the square tiger's head small shield flickered a few times and scattered, but only weakened the small half of the black sword, and the rest of the heavy bombardment hit the body of the square shield, and a piercing sound of tearing the metal was emitted in a puff of black smoke, and the two black shadows flashed away, and the sword finally dispersed in the violent collision, and the knife momentum paused, still slashing on Bingxuan's defensive air cover.

"Zila-" As the sound of tearing cloth sounded, a white shadow staggered backwards and retreated. And where he was standing, a three-foot-long sharp blade cut appeared there.

Long.

Ge Yun had taken two steps back from the shock, his numb hands trembling, and his face was stained with sweat.

In the distance, Bing Xuantie, who had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, gasped for breath with a blue face, and seemed to have been injured by the blow just now. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he recalled the black hammer that had been knocked away, and there was a look of pity for the small hammer that was missing a corner.

"Very good! It's actually a medium-grade spiritual weapon as soon as it is shot!" Bing Xuan continued in a hoarse voice:

"It's time to return the salute————" After finishing speaking, he swallowed a small white pill with a mouth, and between breaths, Bing Xuan's complexion improved a lot.

Ge Yun felt a pang of distress in his heart, according to his original intention, this blow was to seriously injure Bing Xuan, and then the two helpers hiding in the distance killed him in one fell swoop, and quickly resolved the fight. So he directly took out this treasure and used forty percent of spiritual power, but the result was unexpected, the other party's black hammer was also of medium grade, and it offset the terrifying knife with a low-grade defensive spiritual weapon, but he was slightly injured.

A late life who was only in the early stage actually had a medium-grade spiritual weapon, which made Ge Yun very surprised, how difficult it was for a spiritual weapon to be born, he knew best. In the Qingchuan Continent, where spiritual energy is lacking, everything grows slowly, and it is enough to have two low-grade spiritual weapons, and there is a medium-grade one that basically ignores the same level of Daoists.

Whoever makes his own idea will naturally take the lead first, and those two will not come out for the time being. Bitterness is bitterness, the head of the North Underworld still has to be taken, and besides, people are about to take action.

Seeing that Bing Xuan had regained his former vigor, and it seemed that his aura was also a little higher than before, and it was still slowly climbing, faintly reaching the mid-stage realm, I don't know what kind of divine thing the pill he just took was, Ge Yun's heart sank when he saw it, and then he also swallowed a precious purple pill. The recovery of the spiritual power in the body is naturally not a matter of a moment and a half, how much can be improved in front of him, and his intuition tells him that this person in front of him dares to argue with him, and this moment is definitely not an ordinary early stage Condensing Truth Realm cultivator.

Bing Xuan was actually very depressed in his heart, thinking that he would be able to compete with a mid-level realm cultivator with half of his spiritual power with a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and at least he would not be defeated very badly. I didn't know that I was slightly injured at once, and at this moment I suddenly understood that the extra realm was by no means taken for nothing. On weekdays, the master blindly blames himself for being arrogant, and he still complains, and he almost got here in the first fight, if it weren't for the fact that the master gave him more treasures.

If the opponent stabs again, he will at least be seriously injured, and he must not be given another chance to strike. The master painstakingly boiled three 'Guiyuan Pills' for half a year, and gave himself two at a time, this kind of magic medicine that mid-stage monks can recover most of their spiritual power, has been ruined by himself. Only once to kill the other party, it is not a grievance to reward himself with a bunch of his treasures, and now it seems that the only way to use that thing is to use.

The two of them had a sharp turn of mind, and it only took a few breaths, and the air around them gradually filled with a tense atmosphere.

Suddenly, Xuan Bing's whole body bones rattled and exploded, and in a blink of an eye, he grew a little taller, and the momentum around his body also rose rapidly, and with a muffled snort, Bing Xuan's face was solemn, and then his face turned a little whiter, and then he stared at Ge Yun with the eyes of a dead man, and the killing machine burst out!

Ge Yun felt that the sky around him suddenly lit up, and then the three-colored light filled the space within dozens of zhang, enveloping himself in it, and the source was emitted from the thing that was sacrificed above the other party's head!