The eldest son, Ming, as a foundation building monk of the iron art gate, practiced a fingertip iron sand, these iron sand seems simple, and its practical use of dozens of precious materials is refined, but also with the essence of blood sacrifice, the control is handy, usually release the iron sand against the enemy, the sky is full of iron sand scattered like clouds, heavy as Mount Tai, the power is amazing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Previously, the eldest son Ming inspected the situation on the island and found that many loose cultivators broke into the island and spoiled the elixir in the herbal garden.

But when I walked here, I encountered two outliers, Yu Yihong and Qingzhou, one with a guide array and the other with a Yuan Magnetic Golden Bell, both of which could manipulate the magnetic field and deflect the attack of Tiesha.

The eldest son Ming's manipulation of Tiesha relies on the innate divine sense, mana, and essence blood of the heart, but Yu Yihong and Qingzhou are directly magnetic fields, and they have a greater impact on Tiesha, and they can resist the attack of the eldest son Ming with their ability to rely on qi refining and cultivation.

Seeing this, the eldest son immediately changed his means, and when the iron sand came like a rising tide, when it went like a low tide, after the iron waves receded, leaving a ground with ravines and ravines.

Qingzhou took the opportunity to make a move, and the spiritual fireball spun and flew out, flying to the sky above the eldest son Ming and bursting out, countless fire snakes shot out, distributing the eldest son Ming in all directions.

Yu Yihong didn't dare to show weakness, and a pitch-black inkstone flew out, and then smashed down on the top of the eldest son's head.

The eldest son, Ming, smiled slightly, and Tiesha suddenly formed a huge eggshell around him, enclosing his body in the center.

Yu Yihong's inkstone came first, slammed down on the iron sand shell, and suddenly stirred up the iron sand in the sky, and most of the round eggshell disappeared immediately, revealing the figure of the eldest son Ming, but then the iron sand around gathered together, making up for the eggshell completely, and the layers of iron sand were covered, and the inkstone attacked again and again, and it could only hit the iron flowers, and it could never hurt the eldest son Ming inside.

Then the fire snake formed by the innate fire pounced on the iron sand shell, spitting out the bright red letter and drilling into it, the iron sand was melted layer by layer, forming a hard plate shell, but the wind swept the sand, and the endless iron sand hit the fire snake, and the fire snake was slowly dispersed, and finally the iron shell that melted into one was left.

The eldest son, Ming used a little trick, so that Yu Yihong and Qingzhou's killing moves were in vain, fully demonstrating the strong strength of the foundation building monks.

Next, the iron sand began to flow, and the iron that had been smelted and coalesced was washed by the iron sand, re-crushed into fine particles, and then merged into the rolling iron stream, piling up two iron mountains around the eldest son.

The iron sand gathers from all directions, forming two iron mountains hanging high in the air, and then the iron sand is constantly rubbed and squeezed to condense into an iron mountain that is denser than steel, and the surface exudes a black and shiny luster.

Qing Zhou estimated that the iron sand spread out, enough to fill the valley, but it was condensed into two iron mountains by the eldest son Ming, and the iron mountain was only more than one person high, but looking at the appearance, no one doubted its weight.

"Go. ”

The eldest son, Ming, pointed at the two of Qingzhou, and Tieshan suddenly spun, driving the dull sound of the wind, and flew towards Yu Yihong and Qingzhou respectively.

Yu Yihong closed his palm and deflected, the guide array fell to the bottom of the iron mountain, and the huge struggle was unfolded, and the fall of the iron mountain stopped, but then, the iron mountain slowly sank, the guide array could not bear the pressure, and it actually went down, and the lines that formed the formation were also distorted and deformed, and they were almost broken.

On the other side, the Yuan Magnetic Golden Bell in Qing Zhou's hand buzzed and trembled, although the power of Yuan Magnetism can manipulate the metal, but if the weight of the metal exceeds the power of Yuan Magnetism, then it will be repulsed to the manipulator's body, and now Qing Zhou obviously feels that the Yuan Magnetic Golden Bell is not controlled, and is almost forced to retreat by Tie Shan.

The eldest son Ming's palm pressed down, and the two iron mountains suddenly doubled in weight, and Yu Yihong's guide array immediately collapsed, turning into a shattered fluorescent light in the sky, and on Qingzhou's side, the Yuanci Golden Bell came out of his hand and was quickly taken into Qingzhou's arms.

Iron Mountain was no longer blocked, and it fell with a mighty castration, less than ten meters above the heads of the two, such a short distance, coupled with the speed of Iron Mountain's fall, it was impossible to dodge.

Yu Yihong stretched out his right index finger and cut it in the palm of his left hand, and the blood was in one place, and he led out dozens of lines, which extended to the fingertips, and then extended to the wrist and arm, drawing his left hand full of mysterious formations.

The whole process seems complicated, but in fact, it is as fast as lightning, and when Yu Yihong finishes drawing the formation, Tie Shan has only fallen half of the distance.

Then Yu Yihong stretched out his left arm and propped it up at the bottom of the Iron Mountain, and the casual cultivators who were watching closed their eyes in despair, as if they saw Yu Yihong's arm being crushed, revealing the touch of Sensen's white bones.

The heavy iron mountain fell from a high altitude, the strength and falling momentum are incomparably dreamed for you, even the hard shell of the thousand-year-old turtle can't stop it, and the end of hard resistance is to be smashed into meat sauce.

But Yu Yihong blocked it.

I saw that his palm was raised high, and with just one white arm, he blocked hundreds of thousands of catties of iron mountain, and his complexion was as usual, his breath was even, and he didn't see his face red or green tendons, and he seemed to be able to cope with it.

At the same time, Qing Zhou also made a move, he opened his mouth and spit out, and a white light flew out, turning a few times and flying into Qing Zhou's hand.

The iron mountain above his head was fast and heavy, bringing a suffocating wind, and Qing Zhou held the flying sword and slowly stabbed out, the speed was as slow as a puppet.

Qingzhou's sword speed is very fast, and he can stab hundreds of times in a row, and he can do one sword and three shadows, and once again he tried his sword against the flowing fireflies in the summer night, and it only took three breaths, just like all the fireflies **** on the ground.

But now, Qingzhou's speed is slower than that of snails and turtles, and the flying sword that stabs out seems to be frozen by time, and it takes a long time to not stab an inch.

Qing Zhou's expression was extremely serious, and his gaze was preoccupied, indicating that he had poured all his spirit and strength into this sword.

When the iron mountain fell on the top of Qing Zhou's head, Qing Zhou finally stabbed this sword, and the flying sword was in the center of the iron mountain, making a soft "snort".

This soft sound is extremely subtle, more slight than tearing paper, as if the spring breeze blows water waves, and the flower bones open their petals, and the subtle can be ignored.

After the light sound, the iron mountain cracked from the center, and then a dazzling light jumped up like a dragon, penetrating the iron mountain, cutting through the sky, and stabbing towards the eldest son.

It was the sword light brought up by the flying sword, which cut Tieshan into two, and the castration was not declining, and he actually took the middle palace directly, wanting to kill the eldest son Ming.

"Okay, I'm here to help. ”

Yu Yihong saw that Qingzhou made an extraordinary move, the curiosity in her chest increased greatly, the blood on her left arm began to flash, the blood hole in her palm had already coagulated, and blood flowed out again, and the blood continued to flow along the formation of her arm, and Yu Yihong's arm instantly doubled.

Then Yu Yihong exerted his strength, and the iron mountain rotated, three times the speed of the time, and quickly projected towards the eldest son Ming.

When he took out the sword in Qingzhou, the eldest son Ming's expression changed, he didn't expect that he would encounter a sword cultivator, even if the young man in front of him was refining qi and cultivating loosely, but with a flying sword in his body, he could bring harm to him if he didn't want to fight for his life.

The sword light was dazzling, and it was about to be in front of him in an instant, and with a wave of his palm, an iron shield quickly enlarged, blocking the front of the flying sword.

When the flying sword was about to hit the iron shield, it slashed through a fold, bypassing the iron shield, this time it was as fast as lightning, and the eldest son's eyes lit up, and he was stabbed into his arms by the flying sword, and he only had time to give way to the side a little.

The flying sword stabbed into the shoulder, making a sonorous sound, and the iron suit on the eldest son Ming was also a defensive magic weapon, and the flying sword was sharp, piercing the iron armor in an instant, but it was removed from most of its strength, splashing a few points of blood.

Seeing Yijian's hand, Qingzhou hurriedly recalled the flying sword.

And at this moment, Yu Yihong's attack also arrived, Tie Shan broke through the air and projected at the eldest son Ming, the fierceness of the force made the eldest son Ming change color.

In the middle of the eldest son's shoulder, there is an iron mountain in the middle of his body, which is extremely embarrassing, but he has a lot of experience in the battle, and he pushes forward with both hands without hurrying, and the iron sand that constitutes the iron mountain is his painstaking sacrifice, and he can block the attack of the iron mountain by controlling the iron sand.

With the strength of the eldest son, the speed of Tie Shan became slower and slower, and in the end, the strength was canceled out, and the eldest son Ming was gently picked up in his hand.

The eldest son Ming held Tie Shan with both hands, and was about to say something, when suddenly the corner of Tie Shan burst open, and a black light flew out and crashed into his arms, landing as if he had been stabbed by a sword from Qingzhou.

The iron coat at the wound was already torn, and it couldn't stop this heavy blow, and the wound was suddenly enlarged several times, and the originally coagulated blood began to spurt out, and the eldest son's face began to turn pale.

The black light retreated as soon as it hit and fell into Yu Yihong's hand, which turned out to be an inkstone.