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Chen Yang secretly said that it was a pity, he had tried his best to use all kinds of means to make the middle-aged scribe slack, so he suddenly used the wind escape technique that came with the black cloak, but he didn't expect it to fall short. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

The middle-aged scribe's light green shield magic weapon can actually protect the lord by itself.

Although Chen Yang was slightly disappointed, he was not too frustrated, this blow did not work, it was also in his prediction in advance, one blow missed, and then found the next chance.

Thinking of this, Chen Yang's figure flickered, and he quickly flew back for more than ten zhang, looking at the middle-aged scribe with a smile on his face.

The middle-aged scribe only calmed down a little at this time, only to feel a layer of fine white hair cold sweat on his back, and his heart was still pounding. If it weren't for the natal magic weapon to protect the master, this time it would really be extremely dangerous!

If he is seriously injured by a junior in the foundation building period, I am afraid that he will become the laughing stock of the immortal cultivation world!

The middle-aged scribe thought hatefully, and when he looked up, he saw Chen Yang's strange expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his face was even redder, and a stream of blood rushed to the top of his head.

In a fit of rage, the middle-aged scribe secretly gritted his teeth, suddenly mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, and hit the silver light wheel several times in succession, and after the silver light wheel shook a few times, it shot out of the deep pit on the ground, and pounced viciously at Chen Yang again.

Then, his solemn fingers flicked continuously, and a few feet of green qi bounced out one after another, and halfway through, a few rolls turned into several different forms of demon beast images, extremely flexible, shaking their heads and tails to attack Chen Yang.

After doing this, the middle-aged scribe stroked Xiong with one hand, and a mouthful of red blood spurted out, and his expression was a lot more aggrieved.

The elixir he had taken before was a kind of elixir that pierced the potential of the ji, and that kind of elixir was extremely violent, although it could quickly restore more than one-third of his spiritual power, but the sequelae were also obvious, and the damage to the meridians was great, and he had to recuperate for several years afterwards before he could recover as before.

But thinking that he was a dignified Jindan period monk, he couldn't take a small foundation building period monk, but was almost seriously injured by him, so that the middle-aged scribe could no longer be injured in the future, and he was bound to beat the kid surnamed Yang to the point of being scattered, so as to save the lost face.

However, although the middle-aged scribe was in a rage, he did not lose his mind, and he had already figured out that this kind of magical power similar to the teleportation technique of the boy surnamed Yang must have great limitations, otherwise, he would not have endured it to the point of being unprepared, so he took advantage of his unpreparedness to sneak attack.

As long as this supernatural power can't be used often, it's easy to do. Now that he has taken precautions, even if the kid surnamed Yang coldly uses this magic power again, he is completely fearless.

If you are competing in attack power, you have a magic weapon to use, how can you compare it to a mere foundation building monk?

Thinking of this, the middle-aged scribe's heart was slightly relieved, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked towards Chen Yang.

Chen Yang's expression was slightly solemn, but his movements were unhurried, and with a light pat of the storage bag, a simple talisman suddenly appeared in his hand, and in the middle of the white talisman, a small red ruler was extremely agile.

With a wave of his right hand, a golden knife swam out of the sleeve of his robe, Chen Yang silently recited a few mantras, a little trick, and in the dazzling golden light, the Xuanjin Tiger Wing Knife twisted and deformed, instantly turning into a tiger with two wings!

The tiger's mouth opened wide, let out a silent roar, and opened its teeth and claws to meet the few demon beasts condensed by green qi and fought together, although it was at a disadvantage, but it could resist it for a while.

Chen Yang didn't pay attention to it anymore, holding the small red ruler rune treasure in both hands, the spiritual light in his palms was shining, and streams of pure spiritual power continued to pour into the talisman.

At this time, he was already in the middle stage of foundation building, and his spiritual power was no less refined than that of a Jindan stage monk, almost in the blink of an eye, the talisman was finished, and the red light on the talisman flashed and in a clear sound, a small red ruler the size of a foot jumped out, slowly turning and sprinkling a misty red cloud, exuding a scorching hot atmosphere.

This talisman from the isolated island secret room Chen Yang is still using it for the first time, he didn't expect the momentum to be so amazing, it is even stronger than the Ming Lei Sword Rune Treasure!

Chen Yang was overjoyed in his heart, and saw more than ten silver magic wheels coming in a blink of an eye. He didn't delay any longer, his face was solemn with one hand and a finger, and the red ruler hummed a few times, and suddenly disappeared in place.

Almost at the same time, the red ruler appeared in mid-air, spinning rapidly, and red clouds shot out towards the jiji in all directions, intercepting all the surging silver magic wheels.

The silver light and red rays were intertwined, you have me, I have you, and soon more than a dozen huge silver and red balls of light were formed.

Soon, the silver light gained the upper hand and forced Hongmang to a corner, but Hongmang, with the support of Chen Yang's continuous spiritual power, immediately stabilized his position and did not give an inch.

The middle-aged scribe didn't expect that his two attacks were blocked, he was stunned at first, and immediately said with a sneer: "The pearl of rice grains, dare to compete with the sun and the moon!"

Then, while inputting spiritual power into the silver magic wheel, he changed the magic technique with one hand, preparing to cast another spell and kill Chen Yang in one fell swoop.

But just as he activated the spiritual power, the middle-aged scribe's face suddenly changed greatly, the beads of sweat on his forehead surged wildly, flowing downward, and there were bursts of sharp pain in the meridians.

The middle-aged scribe hurriedly withdrew the spell that had prepared half of it, knowing that there was only so much spiritual power that could be used at this time, and he could no longer use spiritual power.

"But it doesn't matter, just let your kid live a little longer. The middle-aged scribe secretly thought, Suo Xing gave up other methods, relying on his deep spiritual power, and planned to consume it little by little with Chen Yang.

In the minds of the middle-aged scribe, although his spiritual power was still less than one-third at this time, after all, he was a monk in the Jindan period, and the depth of his spiritual power was far from being comparable to that of a monk in the foundation building period.

No matter how wonderful the opponent's exercises are, and their spiritual power is deeper than that of a monk of the same level, it is impossible to reach the level of a Jindan stage monk and break through this law of cultivating immortal realm iron!

The middle-aged scribe actually thought well, Chen Yang's spiritual power at this time was indeed not much left after several previous consumptions.

But what the middle-aged scribe never imagined was that Chen Yang still had a thousand-year-old spirit in his hand, this kind of treasure that would make his eyes blush when he saw it! And before he came back, he quietly swallowed a big mouthful and hid it in his belly!

The middle-aged scribe smiled coldly, and was about to sneer at Chen Yang, but found that Chen Yang looked calm and didn't look panicked at all. He felt bad in his heart, but he didn't know where the problem was for a while, so he had to secretly comfort himself that the kid surnamed Yang was just bluffing.

Time passed little by little, and whenever Chen Yang was short of spiritual power, he would secretly let go of the spiritual power group hidden in his abdomen and absorb a few drops of thousand-year-old spiritual power to replenish spiritual power, so although the situation was still at a disadvantage, he was not in a state of weakness at all.

Chen Yang saw that his previous plan had "turned into reality little by little, his expression gradually relaxed, and he looked at the middle-aged scribe with a slight sneer.

The middle-aged scribe's heart slowly sank, he already knew at this time that he had fallen into the other party's big dang, and the other party's body must have something that could quickly replenish spiritual power, or an elixir, or something else, so he dared to fight with himself, a Jindan monk, for spiritual power consumption.

The middle-aged scribe frowned, and hurriedly looked inward, only to find that the spiritual power in his body was now less than one-tenth of it!

"No, I can't. If this continues, not only will I not be able to win, but I am afraid that even Xing's life will have to be explained here. That's it, you can only withdraw from this place first, recover your spiritual power, and then slowly figure it out. I don't believe that this kid surnamed Yang really dares to break the net and destroy the treasure! If he dares to do this, I swear that I will definitely draw out his hun spirit and torture him with yin fire for a hundred years!"

He is also a resolute person, just do it when he thinks of it, he glanced at Chen Yang deeply, as if he wanted to imprint Chen Yang's face in his heart Then, the middle-aged scribe stretched out his hand and made a move, and more than ten silver magic wheels that were holding on to the red small ruler rune treasure made a few whining sounds, gathered somewhere in mid-air, and showed the original shape of the silver wheel, which immediately turned into a silver rainbow and quickly flew towards the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe didn't wait for the silver wheel to fly back, and then quickly fled towards the exit of the hall, and the silver wheel accelerated violently, and disappeared into the body of the middle-aged scribe.

Chen Yang sneered, the aura of the black cloak shone brightly, and a black rainbow chased after him at a speed that was not inferior to that of a middle-aged scribe.

chased out more than ten zhang, and the figure of the azure demon bird on the black cloak behind him reappeared, and a gust of wind swept up Chen Yang's body, and he instantly chased nearly twenty zhang.

Immediately afterwards, he used the Wind Escape Technique again, this time, Chen Yang actually rushed to the middle-aged scribe's side, shouted, his arm suddenly thickened by three points, and a heavy punch came straight out!

The corners of the middle-aged scribe's mouth showed a hint of hideousness, he had already guessed that the kid surnamed Yang was so meticulous that he would not let go of this only opportunity to kill him, and the kid surnamed Yang had a kind of escape technique that was almost equivalent to teleportation, and he would no longer use it after using it once, and he would definitely use it at this time.

Therefore, this is also an excellent opportunity for him, as long as he can take advantage of the situation to kill the opponent in one fell swoop, he no longer has to worry about the opponent threatening him with Hantan Xiaocao.

The middle-aged scribe faced Chen Yang's punch, he didn't dodge or dodge, but his divine sense urged the pale green shield to block in front of him, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a silver mang's sword shot out, but he didn't know what method he used, and moved the silver magic wheel hidden in his body to his mouth.

The two sounds of "bang" and "boom" sounded continuously, and the light green shield screamed, and was blown away by a punch, and the aura dimmed a lot.

But the middle-aged scribe's lightning blow also pierced Chen Yang's chest.

Chen Yang looked at the big hole at the mouth of Xiong, smiled weirdly, and his body disappeared in an instant, leaving only a dry arm, floating in mid-air!

"Catastrophe**!" The middle-aged scribe knew that it was not good, but then his neck was cold, and a feeling of whirling heaven and earth came, but he was horrified to find his headless body standing in place! @.

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