Hit by two waves of sound, Qi Dezhong's internal organs were injured, and he forcibly pressed the churning qi and blood, and the thought of the sword did not decrease, and the Jueyun Sword advanced another half an inch, and the sword blade was nailed into the mirror!

Ritual weapons are not ordinary things, the green bricks and wood that have been refined by mana can be used for thousands of years without decay, let alone magic weapons that have coexisted with practitioners for a long time?

If the cultivation of magic weapons is to fight the method by colliding with each other, it is actually no different from the reckless fists and feet of the rivers and lakes, it is nothing more than a competition for the level of mana, but in this way, it is equivalent to abandoning the many wonderful uses of the magic weapons, which is really a move to abandon the original and chase the end. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, the depth of cultivation and the strength of mana have no absolute correlation with the victory or defeat of the fighting method. Outside Jinyang City, whether it was looking up at the clouds Xin Wuliang and fighting Huzhouke, or Qi Dezhong's own personal experience of fighting with Captain Zhuji, Qi Dezhong accumulated unprecedented experience.

Buxu Liuhe is a magic weapon, so each artifact itself is not a complete magic weapon, this is one of them. Each of the six artifacts represents a class of step and void six, if there is a way to clamp one of them, and so on the synchronization of the virtual six, the use of the two.

The reason why Qi Dezhong launched a series of attacks as soon as he took the stage was that he wanted to test the various tricks of Buxu Liuhe as soon as possible, so as to get a glimpse of the weakest link.

I have to say that the cold sky from Taihuamen, sure enough, has the vision of a famous family, and the most fatal flaw in one sentence -

Differentiating all kinds of wonderful uses on different utensils, looking at the dazzling scenery, it is more comfortable and simple to operate, but once one of the utensils is damaged and damaged, it is equivalent to the loss of the step Xuliuhe itself. Moreover, it is impossible for Jiuming Zhenren to evenly distribute his mana among the six artifacts, and he must have risen one after another in the process of fighting.

It is better to hurt his ten fingers, it is better to cut off one of his fingers, Qi Dezhong is to adopt the strategy proposed by the cold sky, at the moment when he forcibly supports the sound wave clamping and revealing fatigue, it is the most passionate and confident moment of Jiuming Zhenren, when the magic sword is unsheathed, almost all the mana is urging on the magic sword, and it is bound to defeat Qi Dezhong.

And at this critical juncture, the treasure mirror shines dimly, and the Jueyun Sword is castrated, Jiuming Zhenren probably never expected Qi Dezhong Yuan Shen to be so strong, the moment the treasure mirror was penetrated, Jiu Ming Yuan Shen was shocked, and hurriedly made several other artifacts turn around and protect himself.

Before Jiu Ming Zhenren could react, Qi Dezhong stepped forward and held the whalebone staff, and the water waves up and down the ring were suddenly shrouded, the tide surged, and there was a muffled thunder sound that was endless, and the sound of the whale turned into a waterspout and swept away!

At such a critical juncture, Jiu Mingzhen's face changed, he was confident and excited, and shouted: "Wait for this moment!"

I saw an object flying straight into the air, and immediately the red light shone down, and the water waves on the ring solidified and gradually became transparent and dissipated.

Qi Dezhong frowned and raised his head, the thing in the air was actually the scabbard of the sword, and the dark vermilion runes on the surface of the scabbard were intertwined and smart, and at this time, the light was magnificent, like substance.

-- There are not only six utensils!

"You can force this seat to use a killer weapon, Qi Dezhong, you will not be in vain!" Jiuming Zhenren laughed, and the magic sword urged again, forcing Qi Dezhong to face the door.

For some reason, the various spells cast by the whalebone staff became extremely sluggish under the red light, and Qi Dezhong did not take advantage of it at the moment, but suffered from it, and even took his own Yuan Shen into obscurity, so he had to quickly cut off the mind of the imperial weapon.

In a flash of thought, the magic sword was already in front of him, Qi Dezhong's eyes were closed as if he was ambushed, and another thing flew out of his chest on its own - this is the otherworldly magic mirror!

The magic mirror touched the edge of the magic sword in front of it, and the two exchanged blows in mid-air to create a circle of qi waves, Jiu Ming Zhenren raised his eyebrows, Qi Dezhong stretched out his hand to take it, held the magic mirror, and rushed forward with the magic sword.

Cultivators have mana, where do you need to fight closely, casting spells is just between thoughts, it is not easy to use it in close quarters, but not everyone has the prestige of apologetics like Xin Wuliang.

Jiu Ming Zhenren didn't want to confront Qi Dezhong head-on, and he already knew that the mirror was also a magic weapon, so he naturally had the idea of deception, and the magic sword flew to Qi Dezhong's side, intending to cut his hamstrings.

However, Qi Dezhong seemed to have expected it, and with a move of the sword, the Peerless Cloud Sword, which was still inserted in the Buxu Liuhe Treasure Mirror, flew out backwards, and successively spun and slashed to block the edge of the magic sword, and at this time, Qi Dezhong was already close to Jiu Ming.

Jiu Ming's face was shocked, the sword scabbard in the air immediately fell, and the red light shone on Qi Dezhong's body, revealing his wonderful use.

The Yuan Shen is dark, and the cultivator will also have no clear six senses, which is a more clever means than the Desperate Smoke, unless there is another magic weapon to resist the magic of the Dementor, otherwise you can only rely on the Yuan Shen to fight steadily.

Qi Dezhong should not have cultivated like this, but seeing that he was suddenly unconscious, the bronze mirror in his hand was shining with a ray of light, which was not dazzling, but completely covered the red light of the scabbard.

The treasure mirror magic weapon cannot be facing each other head-on, this is the common sense of practicing the fighting method, Jiuming Zhenren just gave birth to a little retreat, and felt a breath of destruction enveloping the whole body, and what the Yuan Shen World saw was actually a purgatory picture, and the vitality in the body also stagnated for a moment.

Qi Dezhong seized this momentary opportunity, secretly clasped the snow dragon ball in his palm, and directly hit the chest valve of Jiuming Zhenren with a punch, the meridian vitality stagnated, lost the blocking instinct, and the cold qi invaded the opponent's internal organs in the blink of an eye!

As a result, the Yuan Shen Yuan Qi was suppressed, the imperial weapon was unsustainable, and a bunch of artifacts around him fell to the ground, Qi Dezhong took the Jueyun Sword with his backhand, and he was about to fall to the head towards Jiuming Zhenren!

"Don't hurt my master!" heard the six voices shouting out in unison, and the six disciples of Jiuming Zhenren under the ring jumped up together and slapped towards Qi Dezhong.

Qi Dezhong swept at a glance, the highest cultivation among these six people was just a cultivation of internal rest, and the fighting style could not be compared with the original Zhuji captain, the snow blade sword deflected and swept, splashing blood on the spot, and the six of them were forced to retreat by Qi Dezhong's sword.

Seeing Qi Dezhong's sword blade fall again, the blade left a trace of blood on Jiu Ming Zhenren's neck, and his body was swept away by a burst of great mana, and he involuntarily retreated a few zhang away.

"Enough!"

At this time, a group of cultivators had gathered under the ring, and they had just taken Qi Dezhong away from the cold sky of Taihua Gate.

"This fight, Qi Dezhong, a scattered person in the rivers and lakes, has won, and the whalebone staff is left to his own protection, and Jiuming Zhenren must not be entangled any more. After Han Kong finished speaking, he waved a pill to the disciple of Jiuming Zhenren, "Your master's meridian vitality is stagnant, quickly push blood through the palace, take this pill and then go for Zhoutian, there will be no worries about future troubles." ”

Everyone glanced over, and saw that the pill that flew out was the Nine Returning Pills that nourished vitality, and it was refined by Taihuamen, which was extraordinary, and Hankong casually shot this thing, and everyone present couldn't help but admire it in their hearts.

Seeing Qi Dezhong in the ring, he put his sword into the sheath, and all kinds of magic weapons were withdrawn one by one, his complexion changed one after another, and he held his last breath, and spit out a piece of vermilion in the sky.