"Of course, I know that, it's a fluke to be able to kill one. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is going to deal with it head-on. Qin Chuan replied. After finishing speaking, Qin Chuan's figure flashed, disappeared into the mist again, and walked in another direction.

At this moment, the ghost boy and another monk in the late stage of condensation were terrified, and from the screams just now, they had already guessed that their fellow disciples might have suffered an accident. The ghost boy was already angry to the extreme, and this was the second time he had suffered at Qin Chuan's hands. For him, the first person of the younger generation of the Ten Thousand Ghost Sect, it was a great shame. But he didn't dare to be careless, a pitch-black battle armor like ink had already wrapped him firmly, with the Thousand Soul Banner and this magic weapon-level battle armor, he believed that even if Qin Chuan attacked again, he was sure of the next.

Qin Chuan quickly walked in the big array for a while, and saw a big man in black with a solemn expression, this person was another monk in the late stage of condensation. Seeing this person, Qin Chuan was taken aback, only to see that there were several layers of spiritual light flashing on this person's body, and there was a black and shining turtle shell in front of him, which looked like a high-grade magic weapon, which firmly protected him inside, in addition, a blood-red small fork and a gray ring were also sacrificed by this person.

Seeing that this person was waiting for battle, Qin Chuan didn't have the slightest chance of sneak attack, so with one hand, a small white shield and a cyan flying sword appeared in front of him, and after the small shield appeared, the wind was long, and in the blink of an eye, it was a long zhang. The Qingfeng Sword turned into a cyan sword and stabbed at the black-clothed man.

The big man in black who was attacked was taken aback at first, but then he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and the red fork instantly greeted him. The cyan flying sword and the blood-colored small fork collided fiercely in the air. Although these two magic weapons were both top-grade magic weapons, the grade of the Qingfeng Sword in Qin Chuan's hand was obviously relatively high. The little scarlet fork was defeated by the small sword, and there were several small gaps on the scarlet little fork. The man in black was naturally distressed when he saw this situation, but just when he was distressed.

Qin Chuan raised one hand again, and a blood-colored Xiaoding appeared in front of him, although the blood-colored Xiaoding was only the size of a palm, but the blood was full of light, and the bloody aura was pressing.

Seeing this ding, the black-clothed man yelled: "It's not good, it's the Blood River Ding." "The Blood River Ding is a very famous magic weapon of the Blood River Sect, and he is also a demon Dao person, how could he not know. Although I don't know how the other party has this magic weapon, it can still be driven. But he didn't slack off. As soon as the big man bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of essence blood was squirted out by him. After the essence blood spurted out, it was immediately absorbed by the black turtle shell, and then the big man fought out several magic duels in a row. The shell of the turtle that had absorbed the essence blood immediately doubled in size, and its surface emitted a very strange red light, as if a blood-red turtle was about to come out.

Qin Chuan pointed to the Blood River Ding with one hand, and drank lightly: "Go"

The Blood River Ding instantly turned into a streamer of light, shooting at the black turtle shell. The fist-sized Blood River Ding collided with the turtle shell, making an earth-shattering loud noise, forming a large storm of spiritual energy around it.

Seeing the fierce collision between the Blood River Ding and the turtle shell in the air, Qin Chuan was a little surprised: "It didn't break."

"This is a turtle shell, it should be a turtle shell of a fourth-order demon beast, the defense of the turtle shell of the Xuanyan turtle is very amazing, although the technique of the refiner is average, but the defense power is still not to be underestimated, and this person has stimulated all the power of this magic weapon, and this magic weapon will be abolished after this battle." The voice of the Blood Flame True Monarch came to Qin Chuan's mind.

Qin Chuan pointed at the Blood River Ding again, and shot out a mana on it, and the Blood River Ding, which absorbed the mana, burst into a red light, turned into the size of a zhangxu, flew into the air, and then smashed it on the black tortoise shell.

The black-clothed man in the distance saw that his heart was already half cold here, and then he slapped the storage bag with one hand, and a small black banner appeared in his hand, which was the Hundred Ghost Flag.

Looking at the hundred ghost flags in his hand, a trace of pain flashed on the face of the black-clothed man, but then it was replaced by a hint of ferocity. I saw him throw the small black banner into the air, and then recited a series of incantations from his mouth. The small black banner in the air, the black light was released, and then it burst open with a "touch". After the Hundred Ghost Flags burst open, Qin Chuan saw hundreds of red-eyed ghosts rushing towards Qin Chuan.

Seeing hundreds of ghosts flying towards him, Qin Chuan's face changed, especially the ghosts in the lead, who were obviously transformed by the souls of the condensation stage monks.

As soon as Qin Chuan opened his mouth and spit out, a cyan flame the size of an egg was spewed out by him, and the law in his hand kept changing, and after a while, a cyan firebird the size of a zhang appeared in the air, and this thing was the flame monster bird that he made with his spiritualism.

After the firebird appeared, its wings spread violently, and it rushed towards the hundreds of ghosts without the slightest fear.

As soon as he finished all this, a trace of excitement flashed on Qin Chuan's face as a black-clothed man, and Qin Chuan's heart secretly screamed badly, and at the same time, Qin Chuan's mind heard the voice of the Blood Flame True Monarch's warning: "Boy, hide." ”

Qin Chuan didn't hesitate at all, and his body suddenly wanted to twist to the side, but it was still a little late. There was a pain, and a cold chill in his arm, which made his arm almost numb. Qin Chuan fixed his eyes and saw that there were three fine holes on his arm, which were obviously pierced by magic weapons such as flying needles. Another thing that made Qin Chuan feel frightened was that there were three flying needles as thin as a cow's hair on his chest, if he didn't look carefully, he couldn't find them at all, and it was incredible that this flying needle magic weapon could actually avoid his white-scaled shield.

"It's the Shura Yin Evil Needle, boy, you have to be careful, although it is only the lowest kind, but this needle is condensed with evil energy, it is very vicious, if you don't die You have inner armor protection, you are dead now." I told you a long time ago that if you want to show all your strength, every monk who can cultivate to the late stage of condensation is not simple, if you are like this, you don't know how to die. Blood Flame True Monarch said angrily.

"Thank you for the guidance of the seniors, the younger generations have been taught. Qin Chuan said very respectfully.

After finishing speaking, Qin Chuan hurriedly applied several defensive spells to himself, and pasted two talismans to restore his injuries on his injured arm. Seeing that the injury on his arm had been alleviated, Qin Chuan's face looked a little better. Then he looked at the black-clothed man in the distance with a gloomy face, the black-clothed man at this time, his face was full of pity, he was almost able to sneak attack successfully and kill the person in front of him, but it was too late at this time.

Qin Chuan patted the storage bag again, and a small white mirror appeared in his hand, this thing was the fixed light mirror, after a magic decision was hit on it. The fixing mirror flew into the air, and then a milky white pillar of light shot out from above, and the pillar of light instantly shone on the blood-red fork that was fighting with the Qingfeng Sword. After being illuminated by the white pillar of light, the blood-red fork was instantly frozen in the air and motionless.

Seeing this situation, the big man in black turned pale again, and said angrily: "It's not good. ”

Qin Chuan took this opportunity and pointed at the Qingfeng Sword with one hand, and the Qingfeng Sword became the size of three zhang again, and then slashed towards the black-clothed man.

The big man in black looked at the flying sword slashing above his head, his face was dead, but he didn't sit still. From his cuffs, three small black needles as thin as a cow's hair flew out again, trying to block Qin Chuan's flying sword and fight for him a chance.

But the power of the Qingfeng Sword is still something that his three small needles can resist?

I only heard three crisp sounds of "click, click, click", and three small needles broke in response, and the protective light shields on his body were more like paper paste, and there was no blocking power at all, and they were broken by the Qingfeng Sword, and the black-clothed man didn't even let out a scream, and was split in half by the Qingfeng Sword. (To be continued)