At this time, several people were surrounded by gray mist, lost their previous vision, could not distinguish between east and west, north and south, and could not find the figure of their opponent Ji Nineteen, and even the partners who could work closely together a moment ago did not know where to go. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before these people could react, dozens of crystal swords had already fished out of Ji someone's fingers and attacked and killed several people in the formation.

Suddenly, the five of them were in a hurry for a while.

Although several of them were all Transformation Realm cultivators, they had experienced such a scene there.

Isn't it always their share of bullying others?

How could he be inexplicably pulled into a trapped formation, and he was still trapped by one person at the same time.

A few people thought that the small sword that was not good-looking was an inherent means of attack in the formation, and they didn't pay too much attention to it.

As soon as you get started, you know that you underestimate the power of these small swords.

The male cultivator in Tsing Yi, who was not the most good at fighting, hung up the color in a photo, and it was the small sword that was rushing towards the center of his eyebrows that cut off half of his ear under the timely dodge of his head.

Shocked, he couldn't care about the bleeding half-pulled his ears, and the angry shock of mana, tightly protected his body, waved his hands continuously, and the defensive magic weapons overlapped and stacked, and the harpoon did not mean to put it away.

Almost preoccupied with guarding in all directions.

It had to be like this, now his body was surrounded by a thick gray fog, and his divine sense had lost the role of detection and early warning, and it was not as far as a pair of naked eyes.

However, with the naked eye, you can see what can be done at a warning distance of three to five meters.

"Shameless children are used to hiding in the shadows, and they don't let grandpa get out and die. ”

After arranging the overlapping defenses, he finally felt a lot more at ease, so he roared so angrily.

One is to test whether the gray fog that suppresses the divine consciousness can isolate the transmission of sound, the other is to see if it can attract the attention of the people in white and reduce the pressure elsewhere, and then if it can attract the help of his companions.

It's just that one by one, his plans fell through.

As if in a small room closed by iron sheets, his voice was quickly reflected, echoing back and forth around him.

After the man in white who didn't say a word hit that round of crystal flying sword attacks, he didn't have the slightest shadow, as if he had no time to take care of him.

It's even less likely to call for help.

And Ji Shijiu, who was distracted and presided over the formation at this time, was indeed a little busy.

The neon dress female cultivator who danced lightly began to break through first, and the colorful gauze was actually extremely defensive, and the flying sword stabbed on it did not produce a single scratch.

This gourd-like nun went straight in one direction and attacked and walked regardless of it, as if she had studied the situation quite a lot.

The hastily arranged formation covers a really small enough area, and her breakthrough without losing her direction can really keep Ji busy for a while.

And the white-bearded man who was suppressed by him just now also took off the suppression at this time, waving a pair of iron fists to rush left and right.

The Leng Feng, who picked up the big knife and didn't care about anything, was not easy to get along with, as could be seen from the fact that the little sword just now failed to cause him the slightest damage.

And the red-robed male cultivator who claimed to be the young master of Tuoshan was even more cautious, and in a blink of an eye, a huge bell was in his hand, and he threw it above his head violently, and the slightest trace of Xuanguang hung down to protect him tightly.

The little sword that struck him slipped silently past the edge of the light like a torrent hitting a protruding solid reef.

It seems that even if they were caught off guard, they would not be able to cause substantial damage to these experienced Transformation Realm cultivators.

Thick eyebrows tightened, and Ji Nineteen, who had raised two distant mountains, was already thinking about how to clean up these five people while trying to move the five crystal plates that had been arranged.

He has always adhered to the principle that if anyone does not offend me, I will not offend anyone, and if anyone offends, I will kill and not stay.

Since several people bullied him, he had no intention of letting them go from the beginning.

"The reckless man seems to be mighty and domineering, but in fact, self-sustaining is a Taoist body cultivation, and there are few defensive means in the formation of the deity, so let's take you with a knife. ”

Ji Nineteen made a decision immediately.

Several other people more or less have some defensive magic weapons, especially the big bell of the red-robed male cultivator is the most difficult to gnaw, so he won't be stupid to choose these hard bones to gnaw.

With the movement of his fingers, countless small swords hidden in the formation immediately besieged the white-bearded strong man who was still shouting and waving his iron fist in all directions.

Isolated from the divine sense, it is Ji someone's personal home field, and the slightest mana fluctuation is almost controlled by him to the undetectable limit.

When many small swords gathered and were about to encircle and suppress, the white-bearded man was not aware of the impending crisis at all.

The many small swords almost arranged a net, and they surrounded this one in the middle early.

As soon as his heart was ruthless, Ji someone took this ruthless net to the middle.

Due to the loss of the early warning of divine sense detection, it was almost impossible for the naked eye to observe how far it was, and the strong man realized that the situation was not good almost when many small swords were about to arrive.

With a roar of rage, he released a large amount of mana, wanting to bless the usually proud flesh with a layer of spell defense.

But the many small swords that were extremely sharp were blocked by the defenses he hastily unleashed.

These small swords have been bred for dozens of years in the Dao Ji of the Astrolabe, and they are many times sharper than the incoming magic weapons.

As soon as he made contact, the strong man's clothes were shattered, and the muscles that he had focused on exercising were fine, and he could barely bounce off these small swords with the blessing of huge mana.

The weaker ones have suffered.

For example, the toes, elbows, earlobes, eyebrows, nose tips, armpits, and dingdings are already dripping with blood.

What's even more infuriating is that Ji took advantage of his illness to kill him, and with one move, the small swords that had lost around him also gathered at these wounds.

It's like a crazy iron-billed ant that once it tears through a hole in its prey, it swarms.

No matter how crazy the roar is, the heavy punch will not change the fate of being dismembered.

After dozens of breaths, a wheel of Dao disk was left in the gray mist.

It's not that Ji is kind enough to keep his hand, but this dish is really useful to him, and he is merciful.

As soon as he grabbed it with his big hand, a piece of the road plate the size of a tea saucer faintly saw a strong man's projection was caught in Ji's hand.

Unceremoniously flew with both hands, and after several layers of prohibition, he entered the waist storage bag.

As for the strong man's storage bag or something, he easily took it off.

It seems to be an understatement attack, but in fact, Ji has consumed a lot.

These condensed swords are not just transformed by mana, but all of them condense the natal source power in the Dao base of the astrolabe.

With a heavy breath, he made a two-handed move, and quickly moved back these small swords that had been outside for a long time.

Hurriedly sink into the Dao base of the astrolabe and recuperate.

The next moment, almost the same number of small swords swarmed out again, the same shape, the same brilliance, only Ji someone knew that these were no longer the batch of small swords that he had just driven.

This time, of course, the target was the cultivator named Leng Feng who summoned two square shields to defend himself.

This one is also holding a big knife and slashing at the gray mist to open the way.

However, his sense of direction is not strong, and he shuttles indiscriminately in the gray fog-filled space that does not distinguish between east and west, north and south, and there is a small trick that someone Ji deliberately misleads him, but he has been spinning in place.

But he didn't know.

The same strategy, the same means.

However, this time it was not so smooth, most of the small swords were blocked by two shields, and a small part was blocked by a large knife to chop, slash, cut, and pick various moves.

It's just that the two-sided square shield that entered the product obviously couldn't withstand the bombardment of Ji's small swords, and it was in an unavoidable situation.

This one can only be hated under countless small swords.

In the end, a masterless broadsword was suspended in the gray mist with dim light, and the two sides were chiseled and pierced, and the large shield that had lost its treasure light was scattered on both sides, and a large cloud of blood that had been cut into pieces and did not recognize the face was spread out in the gray mist.

A small man the size of a ginseng fruit, with a face like the man before, and a trouser in a panicked rush to the left and right.

But no matter where he charged, the tips of his sword were dense against his young body.

Under the scoundrel, he was also caught in the palm of Ji someone's hand, and after several prohibitions, he was put into the storage bag.

This guy actually followed the crowd and refined Daoji into a villain exactly like himself, tsk, it looks like a pink carved jade pocket cute, but once it falls into the hands of someone Ji, the good days are over.

Killing two incarnations in a row, Ji has gained a lot.

actually counted the goods in the storage bags of the two people in the leisurely array.

It's not that he's greedy for money, but that he can't do it easily at the moment by calling the same number of small swords three times in a short period of time.

You can only find something pleasing to do while recovering secretly.

If you don't look at it, you don't know that the storage bags of these two people are extremely rich.

Not to mention the low-grade spirit stones, there are also some medium-grade spirit stones, most of the minerals are newly collected raw ores in this gate of hell, the amount is amazing, once shaken out, I am afraid that there are not two small mountains in front of you.

No one would believe that these were collected by a few of them personally, and they must have come from the wrong way, but now they have cheapened someone for nothing.

There are also some spiritual grasses and spiritual materials, depending on the freshness, it should be produced in the upper layers.

I don't know how many minor repairs have been robbed by these guys along the way.

There are a lot of other magic weapons or something, but the level is not high, and it is not suitable for someone Ji to use.

It's no wonder that these two people didn't manage to use any decent magic weapons when they were dying and struggling.

The most high-level is of course Leng Feng's big sword, but after all, this thing has been sacrificed by a Transformation Realm cultivator for countless years, and if he wants to use it, he has to sacrifice it again.

Moreover, the power of the sacrifice is not known to the original three layers, and it cannot be compared with the power when it was in Leng Feng's hands, so it can be described as a chicken-like existence.

It was almost a stick of incense time before Ji wiped all the items suspended in front of him and put them away.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and this time not only did the five fingers fish out of the small sword, but even the open mouth and nose swam out of several larger small swords.

This time, the target was the man in green clothes.

This one has tossed back and forth several times in the formation, but he has been going around and around, and he has never been able to get out of a corner of the formation.

Don't blame him, it's Ji who is doing this.

With Ji someone's evil taste, he roared 'Rainstorm Tianluo', and the overwhelming crystal small sword attacked the man in Tsing Yi from the front.

It's just because this person's protection is too well done, and the defensive magic weapons around his body are entangled, and there are as many as eighteen layers.

If it were to strike in all directions like the previous two days, it would certainly consume a huge amount.

Although the man in Tsing Yi had already realized that he had been attacked, he was also taken aback by Ji someone's roar.

Now that he was trapped in someone else's formation, the name of 'Rainstorm Tianluo' was all large-scale attack spells, and he didn't have the slightest time to think about it, which really made him delay for a thousandth of an eye.

Fortunately, the defensive magic weapons are all automatic protectors, but the effect can only depend on the level and level of the person who uses it.

Cultivation is beyond reproach, but these defensive magic weapons really don't dare to compliment.

The net-like magic weapon of the first layer was knocked to the dust almost as soon as it touched these flying swords, and before the treasure light could flash, it was cut into countless depravs and scattered.

On the second layer, the triangular shield made of spirit wood was not even able to become huge, and the flying sword that completely blocked the defense from the front was pierced into a wooden miscellaneous.

The heart-shaped token of the third layer did not play its due role, but this time it gave it enough time to become huge, and fully blocked the attack of the oncoming small sword, but it was also broken with one touch, with little effect.

The fourth layer, the fifth layer, and the fifteenth layer are almost unobstructed.

The last three layers, which were also several defensive magic weapons that the man in green clothes was proud of, were able to block the first wave of attacks of the swarming small swords with the support of his crazy mana.

I saw that the last three layers were actually a blue cloak, a ragged robe, and a hat woven with extremely complex graphics and texts.

"What kind of man is a bad boy in the dark. If you have the courage, you will show your true face and fight him happily with your grandfather for hundreds of rounds. ”

This one finally let go of the heart hanging in his throat, and tried in vain to provoke someone Ji to show himself and fight him head-on.

It's just that the weak and boneless voice really doesn't look like that of a man in his prime, and there is a little bit of a female component.

"Tomboy in green clothes. It's clear that you're not a tomboy enough to fight you head-on. ”

Ji Shijiu, who had already learned a pair of mouths from Murong Yan, did not give her face at all, and directly pierced the essence of this woman disguised as a man.

"What's wrong with the tomboy? You and I are both Transformation Realm monks, don't you have the courage to fight in a dignified manner? Are you still not a man?"

Tsing Yi had a pair of wonderful eyes and bones turned around, and as soon as Ji someone's voice fell, the female voice roared angrily in the direction where the small sword cluster disappeared in front of him. (To be continued.) )