And the transformation of this pure energy fairy also has a time limit and distance, and if it is more than a thousand feet away, it will not use much power, let alone cause any damage to the giant who is further away.

At the same time as the Pure Energy Fairy cleared the obstacles, one of the more than ten cultivators who received his battle results and went away suddenly turned into a sword and walked away towards the giant **** with awe-inspiring dignity.

"With a good move, the body and sword are combined, and the Haoran Sect really deserves its name. ”

Several cultivators who followed together cheered in unison.

Although the dazzling greatsword broke through the flying machine in its way without any damage, it did not benefit from the giant's numerous tentacle protective nets.

These things have been cut off one by one, and they have come and gone, and they have been scattered and gathered together.

In the end, when it was really impossible to advance an inch, the disciple of the Haoran Sect who had turned into a giant sword had to turn around.

On the way back, he was even more hateful, opening and closing with hatred, destroying many Marceau flying machines.

Although he was only able to destroy these flying machines and allow the Marceau people hiding in them to escape and flash into the neighboring units, he also gained a lot.

Just this one back and forth, thousands of battle merit points have been obtained.

At the same time as this burst into applause, the Terran cultivators in several other directions were not far behind, and they all took their might.

A strong man with white hair fluttering in the air held up a gilded gourd and shouted.

The gilded gourd burst out of the mist angrily, like a living thing, and dragged wildly into the gourd.

Strangely, the things that were clinging to the curling mist were shrinking rapidly from time to time, as if they had been caught by some kind of magic.

The first to suffer, of course, were the approaching Marceau flying machines, which shrunk to the size of flies like children's toys and fell silently into the gourd, not even missing a single Marceau.

On the contrary, the black light released by the giant can resist the curling mist, as if it is comparable, seesawing, and no one can help the other.

"Quack, something interesting. ”

The huge head that had been attacked by the cracked voice turned its head and shouted a few words at the cultivator.

Suddenly, the three blood basins opened their mouths widely, and the fierce wind visible to the naked eye whistled out, and in an instant, a dense wind blade the size of a palm was formed towards this side.

"Brother Hulu, don't run away yet!"

A cultivator on the side reminded in surprise.

The cultivator who was carrying the gourd frowned, and as soon as he copied the gourd with his big hand, he stepped on the auspicious clouds and suddenly retreated.

The other party obviously saw through the shortcomings of his curling mist, and the only way to target him was to temporarily retreat from his edge.

On the other side, a dashing and calm cultivator pointed like a sword, awe-inspiring only in the direction of the giant.

Almost at a forty-five degree angle, the countless phantoms of birds and beasts behind him were either roaring angrily, or chirping happily, or roaring, fangs and claws, as if thousands of horses were charging.

Everywhere he passed, all of them were covered and broken by the beast herd of birds, and he looked invincible and invincible.

"Hey, is this the power of the Beast Snatching Sect?"

Some cultivators exclaimed.

It's a pity that so many birds and beasts can't resist the black rays that the nine-eyed monster head doesn't shoot, and they have been dissolved into invisibility.

Holding a half-open and half-closed peach blossom bottom folding fan, the handsome man who looks like a female cultivator dances frivolously.

Countless fine petals, either snow-white or white, translucent red, or red like fire, or as bright as blood, fluttered like a disorderly blizzard in a huge space.

These seemingly harmless petals, whether it is the hard mecha or the dark shield held up by the Marceaus, are no longer able to resist in the slightest.

What's even more peculiar is that these petals only act on **.

Many of the Marceaux were hit in silence, either directly controlled by the owner of the petals, turning the spearhead to shoot at friendly forces, or directly being cut into a puddle of meat by the petals, causing the aircraft to lose control and crash into the rest of the aircraft and explode.

"Hahaha, the descendants of the Creation Sect are really amazing, I don't know if this trick has a name?"

Maybe it was because this trick was too draining and inconvenient to be distracted from communicating with the friendly army, or maybe he didn't bother to explain anything to him, or maybe he didn't hear the words of the friendly army at all, and the male cultivator with a peach blossom face was still dancing meticulously and didn't answer.

"Hmph, a shallow fellow, he doesn't even know such a famous signboard move of the Creation Gate in the Four Holy Cities, and he is still clamoring here, don't you want to lose face?"

A cultivator who seemed to recognize this trick sneered as he busied himself in imprisoning the out-of-control flying machines in his pocket.

"You guy is so shameless, you have taken all the spoils of people's booty, and you are embarrassed to say dirty. ”

Of course, the cultivator who spoke just now was ruthless, and the other party was sarcastic.

"Hahaha, who doesn't know that the Creation Gate and our Fude Gate are brothers, their spoils are ours, and ours is theirs. Do you need an outsider to make any more noise here? ”

This Fude Gate was originally a branch of the Creation Gate, which originally formed a hidden gate, but it has gradually entered the WTO over the years.

These disciples are very close in private, and even many of them are mutual initiates, so it is not surprising that they appear together.

Although the cultivator who asked the question was angry, he still forced it to press it and silently retreated.

However, there was an insider, who deliberately whispered on the road he passed.

"This is a killing move that the disciples in the Creation Sect must learn, what is it called the Peach Blossom Dance Hero Mound. ”

"Hey, hey, this trick is evil enough, it seems that the male cultivator is not as powerful as the female cultivator, and the more handsome female cultivator is more powerful. ”

"Hehehe, fellow Daoist, this is hearsay. However, this sect rarely uses this trick on Terran monks, and it is unknown how powerful it is, whether it exists or not. However, there are a lot of killing moves in this sect, so you have to be careful not to offend them when you go out in the future. ”

"Hahaha, I can't offend even if I want to. The male cultivator's face is like a crown of jade, and the female cultivator is even more watery, like a fairy in a painting. It's too late to tie the knot. Fellow Daoist, you say yes, yes. ”

Of course, these words were deliberately said to the cultivator just now.

Who called him not a member of the forces in the Four Holy Cities, he originally wanted to mingle with these people, but he touched a small mold.

From this point of view, there are still some xenophobic feelings among the monks in the many cities of the human race.

Although the cultivators of this Creation Gate can withstand the attack of the black mang, and they are not afraid of the wind blades released by the three big mouths, but the effective range cannot cover this one, and they can only kill the low-level Marceaux of many flying machines, and they cannot threaten the existence of the giant.

Of course, there are countless shining Terran cultivators on the stage, all of whom have no way to take that giant.

Even a swift flying machine that came from a distance could not be stopped by them, allowing the four Marceau bows to converge into one.