The sand wall carrying the power of the wind has been encircled eight times, and the violent wind still can't annihilate the fire in the copper tripod, although Cao Jiuqian is undamaged, the two sword and shield magic weapons have been completely melted, and the surface of the copper tripod is also full of dents.

That's the trace of being ravaged by the wind.

The sand wall was condensed around again, and Cao Jiuqian's expression had completely relaxed, and the ninth sandstorm was obviously much weaker than the previous ones.

At most, ten sandstorms were strangled, this was Cao Jiuqian's judgment in his heart, as long as he carried the last two times, he had enough confidence to break through this large array that was about to consume ethereal spiritual power.

Not only did he lose two low-level magic weapons, but even the copper tripod under his feet was very badly damaged, Cao Jiuqian not only felt pity, but his heart became more and more hot.

For Bai Yi's magical methods, Cao Jiuqian had long been hot, not to mention anything else, if he could get this kind of large array formation method from Bai Yi, Cao Jiuqian believed that with his own strength, even if he met a strong person in the early stage of Yuan Ying, he would have the power to get out.

Imagining that his strength would increase dramatically in the near future, Cao Jiuqian sneered and blocked the strangulation of the ninth sandstorm, and sure enough, when the ninth sandstorm passed, the sand wall condensed around again, this time the sand wall was not only very short, but even the speed slowed down, and the power was mediocre at a glance.

Cao Jiuqian was very sure that the formation was about to collapse, as long as he carried the last sandstorm, Bai Yi's figure would appear in front of him.

Patting the body of the purple copper tripod, Cao Jiuqian used his spiritual power to resist the strangulation of the sandstorm with all his might, even if he could conclude that this was the last time, he was still very cautious.

In the raging wind and sand, I don't know when there is a fish-like flying sword, these flying swords are very small, there are as many as thirty-six handles, especially a small sword as black as ink, like a shark swimming in the sandstorm, as long as it finds an opportunity, it will burst out and hurt people.

After the nine sandstorms, Bai Yi had already recovered his spiritual power, and the moment the two spirit stones in his hands shattered, he sacrificed the wisteria sword, his eyes were like electricity, staring at the last sandstorm in the big array.

He wants to use the last sandstorm to completely hit Cao Jiuqian!

The thirty-six wisteria swords all roamed at the bottom of the sandstorm, and Bai Yi's target was not Cao Jiuqian's body, but the purple copper monster tripod, because he saw that the purple copper tripod was already connected with Cao Jiuqian's whim.

That purple copper monster tripod is Cao Jiuqian's natal magic weapon.

The natal magic weapon tempered with painstaking efforts, once it is destroyed, the master's mind will be severely damaged, as long as Cao Jiuqian loses consciousness for a short time, Bai Yi will have the opportunity to kill him completely!

Airplanes!

The sound of the sword suddenly exploded, and the thirty-six wisteria swords did not form a sword formation, but all made the sound of eagles and cranes, and the earth-shattering hum made the violent sandstorm stand still for a moment, and then it turned into a wind and sandstorm.

The sand is in the wind, the sword is hidden in the sand, the sword is vibrating, and the eighth layer of the phoenix sword technique is urged by Bai Yi with all his might!

In the violent wind and sand, the sound of phoenix roaring faintly came, although the ninth layer of phoenix singing swordsmanship can only produce phoenix roars, but the chorus of thirty-six wisteria swords still brought out a trace of phoenix roar and dragon roar.

Cao Jiuqian began to defend desperately at the moment when the flying sword appeared, and the big array was about to collapse, he couldn't attack at this time, as long as he survived until the formation shattered by itself, Bai Yi would become a fish on the board, and he would be slaughtered.

Even though Cao Jiuqian had already summoned all his spiritual power, the sonic attack of Feng Ming's sword technique still penetrated into his body, and an invisible ripple like an eagle and a crane rushed straight into Cao Jiuqian's sea of knowledge.

Sensing the sonic spells, Cao Jiuqian was suddenly startled, and hurriedly mobilized the power of spiritual consciousness to block it with all his might, and his body was also a little dazed.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of Cao Jiuqian's body being stunned, Yan Shan, who had broken his arms, appeared behind the Purple Copper Ding, he used all his strength, raised his legs and kicked towards this middle-level magic weapon, in front of the Purple Copper Ding, Mo A, who was floating on the Battle Spirit Flag, opened his big mouth, regarded the Purple Copper Ding as a radish, and gnawed it desperately.

On the left side of the copper tripod, thirty-five wisteria swords formed the shape of a windmill, slashing one after another, and on the right side, holding a black sword, Bai Yi, who had been running to the extreme, had already swung his sword and slashed it.

Cao Jiuqian's body has been hidden in the ding, and when he spent his energy to resist the sonic attack, several cracks had already appeared around the copper tripod, especially after Bai Yi's black sword, there would definitely be a narrow crack.

Bai Yi slashed out not only cracks, but also the mist-like mosquito poison quietly invaded Dingzhong, and when Cao Jiuqian completely cleared the sound waves in his body, he suddenly found that his mid-level magic weapon was about to shatter.

"Little brute!" Cao Jiuqian's eyes were red, and he shouted angrily: "Dare to hurt the old man's natal magic weapon, you are looking for death!"

The coercion of the late Jindan spread out, and Cao Jiuqian in the roar showed his best fire method, and the purple copper tripod immediately erupted into a sea of fire, and even the sand Shuo in the sandstorm was roasted to a creak.

Yan Shan had already retreated sharply, the flames had hurt him too much, and Mo A, who was still desperately gnawing at the Purple Copper Ding, was also directly retracted by Bai Yi.

Before the sea of fire came, Bai Yi suddenly withdrew a few zhang, and with a flick of his sword-holding hand, the pitch-black main sword pointed behind him.

"Gather swords!"

In the sea of fire, Bai Yi whispered coldly, and the rest of the thirty-five wisteria swords flew one after another as if they had heard a call, hovering beside him.

"Condensing Sword!"

As Bai Yi drank lightly again, the thirty-five wisteria swords flew towards the pitch-black main sword one after another, and with the black sword as the handle, a giant blade composed of flying swords was condensed in an instant.

The giant blade behind Bai Yi was more than two zhang long, and when all the wisteria swords were condensed, a purple thunder arc suddenly rose from the hilt of the main sword, and in the blink of an eye, it was all over the giant blade.

One step out, Bai Yi, who was running the Heavenly Reversal Skill, held his hands together, and the giant blade drew a half-moon-like sword mark from behind him, and a dark purple thunderbolt roared out from the direction of the sword!

"Wind, thunder, slash!"

Bai Yi shouted in a deep voice, and unleashed the final killing move of the Wind and Thunder Sword Array, the purple sandalwood thunder in the wisteria wood was forced out, and the purple thunder accompanied by the cold sword wind, exploded an amazing thunder, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura trembled.

Cao Jiuqian was finally shocked, he had already heard of the name of the red sandalwood thunder, which was the power of thunder and lightning that the entire wisteria wood could only contain in thousands of years.

Purple wood thunder, wisteria wood characteristics, and the red sandalwood thunder is not only amazingly powerful, but also has the characteristics of escaping the wind and slashing, as long as there is wind, the attack distance of the red sandalwood thunder can even exceed the caster's hundred zhang, and the wind is endless, and the thunder is not extinguished!

The wind can help the fire, but also can help Lei Wei, when he saw the purple thunder coming, Cao Jiuqian made a decision, he did not hesitate to jump out of the copper tripod, blocking this natal magic weapon in front of him, and then urged the spiritual power with all his strength, ready to meet the earth-shattering thunder with the broken copper tripod.

The dull roar exploded in the copper tripod, and between the electric lights, this middle-level magic weapon began to break layer by layer, and after resisting Bai Yi's wind and thunder slash, Cao Jiuqian opened his mouth and spewed blood, and the copper tripod in front of him immediately turned into powder.

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