Chapter 133 Taiyuan Xingchen Evil Sword

"Damn dragon lizard little demon, dare to be presumptuous here!"

Ma Huang shouted, and the sound shook for miles, and the human monks who were fleeing backwards all heard Ma Huang's shout.

The silver light under Ma Huang's feet suddenly unfolded, turning into a very wide silver sword, this wide silver sword, if you look closely, is composed of small thousands of silver stars, very much the momentum of the monstrous waves just now.

Whistling towards a large cloud of mist where Qian Xing was, thousands of silver stars covered a radius of dozens of zhang around Qian Xing.

Most human monks thought that Ma Huang was killing dragon lizards and demon cultivators in the mist.

Qian Xing, who bore the brunt of the attack, was shocked.

The three black-clothed monks who attacked him just now were all from the Admiral Yamen, and now, the three monks failed in their sneak attack, and Ma Huang, the Admiral of the Torture Gate, personally attacked him.

Looking at the fierce power of this silver sword light, this Ma Huang obviously wanted to kill himself with one blow.

Could it be that the Admiral Yamen found out that he was the murderer of the crown prince Xia Jie?

The "Thousand Blades Dragon Scale Blade" could not be released to resist, and in the vast mist, all the monks were retreating, and the vast mist made it impossible for them to see what magic weapon they were holding in their hands.

Qian Xing's hand flipped over, and a burst of golden light burst out, and above his head, there were more golden shields lined up on all sides of a long dragon in an instant.

This golden shield has about five feet on each side, and the four golden shields are arranged in four layers.

Just blocked the unusually wide rain-like sword light!

It was the "eight-phase golden shield" that had not been used for a long time after Qian Xing got his hands on it

In order to prevent others from tracing the clues of the "Moral Subtlety and Divine Thunder", he has not taken out this eight-phase golden shield and used it.

And today, this misty environment is just the right time to take it out to resist for a while.

It's good to weigh and weigh, how is this Ma Huang's strength!

"Pounce, pounce, pounce, pounce, pounce,"

Like rain hitting plantains, the silver rain of light struck the eight-phase golden shield that was stacked into four.

"Ou -----" Qian Xing's condensing sword light was injected into the eight-phase golden shield, constantly trembling in the silver light rain, and no matter how haode magic weapon is, it must also be supported by the user's mana.

The pressure felt by Qing Ning's sword light was transmitted to Qian Xing's body, like a big drum, beaten by countless drumsticks.

On the top side of the eight-phase golden shield, it only supported six or seven seconds, and it was beaten into pieces by the silver light rain in the sky, and the second pentagonal gold shield finally blocked this wave of silver light rain, but on the golden shield, there was also an extra piece, a piece of pockmark.

Qian Xing heard a long-lost system prompt: You were attacked by the Taiyuan Xingchen Evil Sword, the attack power is 800 points, and your defense ability is 400*4=1600 points.

No wonder, the protection of an eight-phase golden shield is 400 points, no wonder it was smashed to pieces.

Damn, this is just one sword! If you fire two more swords, this eight-phase golden shield will have to be scrapped!

The level of Lao Tzu's refining weapon is still not good, this defensive magic weapon is one bad one, one less thing!

This Ma Huang's mana is at least a few levels stronger than that Tiger Xiu Shan Xiao!

Qian Xing's heart was already shocked!

This person can't resist now!

If this Admiral Yamen knew that I was the murderer of the crown prince, he would definitely arrest me publicly, and he would not attack him in the name of killing demons.

In these few seconds, Qian Xing had already come to a judgment conclusion.

With a flick of his hand, he put away the eight-phase golden shield, his body turned into a piece of blue light, and he strung a distance of a hundred zhang to the side, and then shouted at the top of his voice: "I am Qingyimen's subordinate Milan, Lord Ma stop!"

Speaking of which, people have already flown up a hundred feet high and come to the sky full of mist!

Ma Huang frowned!

This Mi Lan actually used this to defend the magic weapon and block the blow of his eighty percent mana.

Moreover, this mist in the sky also made Ma Huang's Taiyuan Xingchen Evil Sword unable to lock the specific location of the target, and the attack range was scattered, which actually allowed this kid to escape.

Since the sword is useless, the target of the attack has already flown out of the mist and shouts, so naturally he can't continue to attack.

On Ma Huang's face, a smile of apology squeezed out: "It turned out to be a Daoist friend of Milan, and this Admiral thought it was a demon of the dragon lizard, I'm really sorry!"

After speaking, without waiting for Qian Xing to reply, thousands of silver lights were wrapped, like flying deep on the shore.

Sure enough, they didn't know that they had killed the crown prince, but that there was something else for them to kill them.

As soon as this triangular face arrived, it was a little wrong with those monks of the Admiral's Yamen! This matter must have something to do with Mi Meng and the Mi Fan!

Qian Lucky had enough eyesight, and looked back, Mi Meng was standing on top of a big cyan wooden row, flying in the direction of the inland!

This big cyan wooden chop is the treasure that Mi Meng used to resist the water blade just now, and as a flying tool at the moment, it has shrunk a lot!

Moreover, it is already five or six miles away from me!

Be sure to stop him!

Qian Xing threw the Sanyang Kaitai flying sword into the air, and immediately turned into a huge flying sword more than two zhang long, galloping towards the direction of Mi Meng!

However, although the Sanyang Kaitai Sword is a fifth-order flying sword, the reason for its high rank is that the three blue-horned sheep in the sword have their own flight speed of only about 400 meters per second, which is not as good as the Hanxue Flying Sword cast by the sword boy.

Qian Xing was a little anxious, and he couldn't catch up with the kid Mi Meng, but a figure half a mile away from Mi Meng and frequently looked back attracted Qian Xing's attention.

Isn't that Zhu Yi's kid?

Find Zhu Yi for help! If Mi Meng and Mi Fan's ghost will definitely not let this kid go back alive!

Qian Xing hurriedly used all his strength and transmitted a message to Zhu Yi: "Zhu Yi, I'm Qian Xing! I will be rewarded!"

Zhu Yi's figure obviously paused in the air, turned his head, and then continued to drive a ten-zhang long lightning bolt and flew forward.

"Six medium-grade immortal stones!"

This Zhu Yi seems to be a master who doesn't see rabbits and doesn't scatter eagles, and if he doesn't make an offer, it seems that he will definitely not make a move!

Zhu Yi's figure slowed down slightly, and the lightning that was about to surpass the big cyan wooden row suddenly slowed down a little, and became on a par with the cyan wooden chop driven by Mi Meng.

"Ten medium-grade immortal stones!

Qian Xing gritted his teeth and raised the offer significantly.

The disciples who came here were definitely not the core disciples of the sect, and it was not so easy to accumulate ten medium-grade immortal stones!

If Qian Xing hadn't killed two monks in the foundation building period and got their storage rings, such a "generous" offer, Qian Xing would definitely not be able to afford it!

A bolt of lightning suddenly thundered towards the cyan wooden platoon that was half a mile apart and galloping in the air!