Ying Xuewen originally planned to capture Pan Kaikang, take his head to receive the reward, and then put his body in this magic weapon to refine it as a good medicine for his own breakthrough foundation, but he has not succeeded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This magic weapon is undoubtedly the biggest secret of Ying Xuewen, not to mention that it is a monk of the Spirit Crystal Realm, even if it is a foundation building monk, he will be tempted. Therefore, when he can't ensure safety, he doesn't dare to take it out and use it, for fear of being coveted.

And these disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Sect in front of him, in his eyes, are undoubtedly no different from the dead, so he will take out this treasure and prepare to refine these monks.

His only concern was that these monks had been poisoned, and he didn't know if it would affect the effect of the spiritual liquid. He used this box very rarely, just because he was afraid that there would be many people in the sect and there were many foundation building monks, and if he was not careful, the aura of the magic weapon would be detected by them.

In the Bloody Hand Sect, although the face is also righteous and awe-inspiring, there are countless cases of deception behind the scenes, and it is not uncommon for elders to snatch disciples' magic weapons.

Seeing Qi Lin approaching, although Sun Ruoling felt that it was difficult to resist, he also stopped suppressing the poison, and pinched the trick with both hands to prepare to cast a spell.

"You don't have to worry about it, I'll do this trick!" Mo Jianchen shouted, standing up first, he knew that he only had the power of one blow, and although this attack was terrifying, it was just right for his magic weapon.

He took out the high-grade magic weapon "Evil Light Mirror" that Xue Wenrui had bought for him at the beginning, and the spiritual power in his body was frantically infused into it. The surface of the Evil Light Mirror flashed with light, like a lightning flash, and after a few breaths, a beam of light suddenly shot out of the mirror.

The light went from small to large, and it suddenly illuminated the sky above the disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Sect. There was only daylight in this space, but the light was three points brighter than the light of daytime.

The light touched the pale yellow light, and the light was immediately bounced back, and he turned around directly, but shot at the owner of the wooden box, Ying Xuewen.

When all the brilliance was turned around, the "Evil Light Mirror" dimmed, and together with Mo Jianchen, he fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Seeing the Dao brilliance that rolled towards him, Ying Xuewen's face changed greatly, he thought that the divine power of the viper Qilin coffin was already extraordinary among the magic weapons, but he didn't expect that the divine power of the mirror in Mo Jianchen's hand was even more weird, and it could reflect the attack to the caster.

He stood on the spot, not knowing how to defend against it.

After being stunned, he suddenly woke up, slapped his chest, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and shot on the "Viper Qilin Coffin", so that the giant coffin forcibly broke off the relationship with the wave of attacks, flew back, and blocked in front of him.

A large piece of light sprinkled on the huge coffin in front of Ying Xuewen, there was no sound, and it was extremely warm.

But the "Viper Qilin Coffin" shook violently, just like a viper, opening its mouth wide, ready to bite the opponent off and swallow it into its belly. But the moment the teeth fell, I realized that it was my own body.

Ying Xuewen hurriedly flew backwards dozens of feet.

The "Viper Qilin Coffin" did not explode, but it was like a monk who died under his sword, with an unwilling whimper, "click", revealing a deep crack, which was already invalid.

"Ah!!" Ying Xuewen, who woke up, was almost crazy, invisible anger burned him, his eyebrows were raised one by one, green tendons burst out on his arms, the voice in his mouth gradually roared from low to high, his face turned red, and then turned blue, and the bones of his whole body "crackled".

How could he accept that the magic weapon he regarded as a treasure had been destroyed like this. This is his hope of building a foundation, and it is his main magic weapon after building a foundation, but it was destroyed by a monk in the early stage of the Spirit Crystal Realm, how could he swallow this breath.

Ying Xuewen took out a high-grade flying sword, and the spiritual power of his whole body was frantically injected into it, and the flying sword brought him full of anger, like a crescent moon, slashing towards the disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Gate.

Although the power of this blow was slightly inferior to the previous one, it was still extremely powerful and unstoppable.

"I'm coming!" Sun Ruoling's face turned slightly pale, although the erysipelas in his body had not been completely suppressed, he couldn't take care of it now.

She pinched out the sword trick, and the flying sword hovered above her head for a few weeks, and with a low cry, the flying sword was like an arrow, "whooshing" towards the crescent moon in the air.

The arrow and the crescent moon collided in the air, and there was a roar, the arrow shook sharply, and the crescent moon trembled slightly. The arrows and the crescent moon each stepped back, and then, at the urging of the two monks, they came back to meet each other, and a second roar came out one after another.

The continuous roar continued to sound, and with each roar, Sun Ruoling's face turned pale.

After five blows, Sun Ruoling's arrow whimpered, and the arrow turned back to its original appearance and flew back. Sun Ruoling bleed from the corner of her mouth, and "poof" fell.

Ying Xuewen is also out of breath, and it obviously costs a lot.

However, at this time, he couldn't take care of resting, and he could only rest assured if he let the disciples of the Heavenly Spirit Sect fall to the ground.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he began to cast spells again, and the flying sword once again transformed into a crescent moon and flew towards the few Spirit Crystal Realm disciples who were still sitting in the Heavenly Spirit Gate.

On the side of Tianlingmen, there are six people still sitting, Jiao Tai is no longer able to make a move, Jiao Hai, Jiao Yi, and Jiao Xin can block a blow when they shoot together, but the remaining Wu Xinxin and another Lingjing Realm early stage elder are of average strength, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to continue.

At this time, the most tangled thing was Wu Si's thoughts, because now his cultivation here was the highest, but he knew that if he took this blow, he was afraid that there would only be a dead end.

Wu's thoughts, which were turning a thousand times in his mind, suddenly stared, and then he screamed "ah" with the other five people, and then his face was like ashes, and his heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

Ying Xuewen naturally didn't catch the changes in the other party's face, and even if there was, he would think that he was frightened by the might of his attack.

Just as he was complacent, he directed the flying sword to slash at those Heavenly Spirit Sect disciples who had given up resistance.

"What are you doing?" a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

This voice frightened him into a cold sweat, his chest was suddenly blocked, the spiritual power in his body was stagnant, he was devoured by the spell, his face was bloodless, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the crescent moon was also shining again and again, almost falling from the sky.

What he trembled was not that this voice was too familiar, but that when the other party arrived behind him, he didn't even notice it, and this voice was still his biggest opponent in the Bloody Hand Gate, Xun Deben.

It was already difficult to continue casting spells, not to mention that there were enemies behind him, he understood that he had the intention to kill Xun Deben, and Xun Deben would not have the intention of killing him.

Ying Xuewen withdrew the flying sword as quickly as possible, suppressed the backlash of the exercises in his heart, and suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned his face with a smile on his face: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Xun!"

"Senior Brother Ying, don't you look very good?" Xun Deben said with a smile.

This Xun Deben is naturally Xue Wenrui, who came from thousands of miles away, when the bloody hand gate and Tianlong Academy were fighting, he had seen Xun Deben, and he had also heard about some entanglements between Ying Xuewen and him, so he used the "rotten wood carving technique" to dress up like him.