Qin Ziyang didn't feel strange at all about being ambushed by other sect monks, which treasure hunting trial wouldn't have experienced this kind of thing?

Besides, he had spotted the gang a hundred meters away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 There are seven people in total, dressed in uniform with a small pine tree depicted on their chests in dark blue suits.

Zhensongyu, located in the southwest of the Milian Mountains, the disciples of this sect are good at wood attribute exercises, in addition to the poisonous attack as the main means of attack when fighting the enemy, there are also disciples who major in the art of recovery, which can heal their own personnel during the war.

Among these seven people, the highest cultivation level was only two disciples who practiced qi at about the seventh or eighth level, and the other disciples were already headed by these two. Qin Ziyang didn't care about this, and rushed over directly.

Facing these few magic weapons and a large number of talismans in the sky, Qin Ziyang's heart moved, and a huge turtle shell magic weapon automatically conjured out, blocking all attacks.

"Boom!" "Click!"

A burst of violent explosions directly submerged Qin Ziyang, and the turtle shell defensive magic weapon was also bombarded and kept retreating, and the surface of the turtle shell flashed wildly.

"Are you killed?" asked a disciple from Zhensongyu who walked out from behind the rocks and asked in a low voice.

"Whew!"

"What a sound!" The late-stage Qi cultivation disciple led by Zhen Songyu suddenly shouted, and bursts of pale green ripples suddenly rippled on his body, and a leaf-like defensive magic weapon automatically conjured out, protecting him.

His reaction was fast enough, but the other disciples were not as lucky as him.

"Poof!" "Poof!" "Poof!"

The sound of three bubbles popping sounded in a row, and the three fellow disciples behind him fell silently.

"Flying needle magic weapon!" the man exclaimed, and immediately threw out three vajra talismans from the storage bag, turning into three golden rays of light to protect the remaining three junior disciples.

"Senior Brother Zhen, Senior Brother Bai is dead!"

"And Senior Brother Du and Senior Brother Ma are also dead!" another disciple shouted angrily, the Senior Brother Du in his mouth was one of the late-stage Qi cultivation disciples in their wave.

Senior Brother Zhen's eyes were about to split, the seven of them had been hiding here for more than three hours, and more than ten other sect disciples who had died in their hands by sneak attack had been relied upon.

When he saw Qin Ziyang rushing forward alone, he thought it was another fat sheep. Unexpectedly, this fat sheep turned into a hungry wolf in an instant, cutting off half of their senior brother directly!

"Damn, I'm going to kill you!" Senior Brother Zhen roared angrily, pinched his hands, and a black-green flying sword suddenly rose from behind him, stabbing fiercely at Qin Ziyang, who was still protected by the turtle's back magic weapon.

"Poisonous Ghost Sword, Senior Brother Zhen's fame weapon, this is a high-level magic weapon, that kid is dead!"

"Among all the magic weapons in Songyu in my town, there are top ten treasures, and even some of the elders in the foundation building period don't have treasures. ”

"Senior Brother Zhen, I'm here to help you!"

The remaining three disciples also roared in unison, pouring all their spiritual power into their own magic weapons, and slashed at the turtle's back again.

After the turtle back magic weapon, Qin Ziyang reached out and took the bone spur of the fish demon that had made meritorious contributions, and withdrew it into the storage bag.

This fish demon bone spur is still too fragile and can only be used as a sneak attack. Now that the fish demon bone spur has been discovered, and it is protected by the mana shield of the golden wood attribute, it is difficult to make any more achievements.

Next, the comparison is the fighting method of the two sides!

The spiritual power turned, and the light of the turtle back magic weapon won again, and it rose violently, colliding with the fastest poisonous sword.

"Click!"

After all, the Poison Phantom Sword was a high-level magic weapon, and it only shook a little under the collision, and then it recovered again. But this turtle back magic weapon shook it violently twice, and there was a green mist visible to the naked eye between the cracks on the turtle's back, which was the poisonous gas contained in the poisonous sword.

Qin Ziyang turned his right hand, and a small and delicate fan appeared in his hand, gently slamming it towards the three magic weapons behind the Poison Sword.

"Whirring ......"

A gust of wind suddenly hung up from the ground, and more than thirty small wind blades more than an inch long formed in mid-air, rolling towards the three magic weapons.

After all, this fan is a high-quality mid-level magic weapon, and the range of the wind blade formed is about ten zhang, and the three magic weapons are swaying around, colliding indiscriminately, but it has no effect on Qin Ziyang.

At the same time, a fiery red flying knife appeared in his hand again, and he threw it out.

As soon as the Sun Knife struck, a large ball of blazing fireball formed in mid-air, like a small sun, constantly shooting flames in all directions, roasting the ground into a scorching heat.

"Damn, no wonder you dare to go on the road alone, there are actually three mid-level magic weapons!" Senior Brother Zhen's face was ugly, the kid who was tried to be a fat sheep actually used four magic weapons, including flying needles, turtle shields, fans, and flying knives, and they were all middle-level magic weapons!

"Which ancestor of the Qingyang Sect is this kid, who has such a strong spiritual power, and can actually control four middle-level magic weapons at the same time!" Senior Brother Zhen's face became more and more ugly, and he couldn't help but have the thought of extinguishing the fire in his heart.

The control of the magic weapon must not only have the support of the spiritual power in the body, but more importantly, the control of the spiritual power! Without a strong spiritual power to control the magic weapon, once the magic weapon is sacrificed, it will not be a meat bun beating a dog, and it will never go back?

According to the strength of the spiritual power, ordinary disciples in the early stage of Qi cultivation can control one primary-level magic weapon, and at most they can only control two first-level magic weapons.

The descendants and true disciples of the ancestors in the major sects will definitely be much stronger than ordinary disciples, but there are also very few people who will control the mid-level magic weapons in the early stage of qi cultivation.

By analogy, in the middle of Qi training, one can control two or three mid-level magic weapons, or five low-level magic weapons at the same time.

As for the cultivators in the late stage of Qi cultivation, their spiritual power could barely control five mid-level magic weapons.

But not to mention that there is no disciple in the Qi cultivation period who can have five middle-level magic weapons, but as long as there are many magic weapons, they must be multi-purposed to control them, otherwise they can't take care of this side and there, and the consumption of their own spiritual power is also extremely huge.

Therefore, the most common thing for disciples in the late stage of Qi cultivation is to control the three mid-level magic weapons. One is the main attack, the other is the main defense, and the other is a killer hidden in the dark.

Senior Brother Zhen had already used the Poison Phantom Sword and a mid-level defensive magic weapon, and the remaining spiritual power could only support him in throwing out that killer weapon. However, seeing that this Qingyang Sect disciple who was surrounded by them had used four mid-level magic weapons in a row, it didn't stop, and it was obvious that he could still support it.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

Just a breath, Senior Brother Zhen thought a lot in his mind, and his eyes gradually became cold.

The Sun Knife flew in front of him, turning into a large number of bowl-sized fireballs that slammed into the mana shields of the four of them.

"Hurry up and protect the Dharma with me and support ten breaths of time!" Senior Brother Zhen suddenly roared loudly, only to see that he had actually withdrawn the Poison Phantom Sword at this time, leaving only the green leaf-like defensive magic weapon floating around his body.

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhen!" The three disciples obviously knew what Senior Brother Zhen wanted to do, and immediately rushed to him, each offering a defensive magic weapon to support the fireballs that kept falling in the sky.

After he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged directly, and a golden talisman suddenly appeared on his chest. I saw that he was holding his hands together, and the spiritual power of his whole body rushed towards this talisman like a flood.

"Fu Bao!" Behind the turtle's back magic weapon, Qin Ziyang's pupils couldn't help but squint suddenly.