"Whoosh!"

The light blue flying sword with a missing tip hovered and circled back. It shot towards Mo Chong, but it was obvious that its speed was a little slower than just now, and Wei Ya was a little weaker above. Losing the tip of a sword is indeed not a small damage to it, not to mention that the magic blessings on the sword body have also begun to weaken.

Mo Chong saw the light blue flying sword. This time, he naturally didn't wait for the flying sword to bully him, and immediately held his right hand with his left hand, and pointed at the light blue flying sword like a sword.

"Whoa!"

A series of fire bullets, not much larger than a finger, were shot out by Mo Chong's spell. These firebombs were fast and urgent. At the beginning, the fire bomb hit the light blue flying sword, and the light blue flying sword was not moved at all, but as the fire bombs continued to come, the light blue flying sword was finally slowly forced, and finally, it was forced to stop in mid-air far away from Mo Chongzhang, and the continuous fire bombs were glued together.

Seeing that his flying sword was no longer able to work, the Baohua Guan monk immediately snorted coldly and returned the flying sword with one move. At this time, there were two rays of light in the distance from far to near, and they were two of them who had just hit the ink rush. The thin man was not among them, and I don't know if he was seriously injured and couldn't come, or if he had already encountered an accident.

Seeing the arrival of the helper, the Baohua Guan monk couldn't help but perk up, and as soon as the two of them flew closer, he immediately said, "The two of you are finally here! Yes, what about Brother Pang Long?"

Among them, the white-faced old man had a dark face and did not speak. Another young man with a short beard shook his head and said lightly, "It's dead." ”

Monk Baohua Guan was taken aback when he heard this, although the moment when Mo Chong crashed into Pang Long before was indeed very powerful, but just this collision could kill people......? It's also incredible.

"How can this be!? I clearly remember that although Brother Pang Long was seriously injured at that time, he was still alive, wasn't it, did he just hold his breath temporarily......" Monk Baohua Guan spoke, but after speaking, his voice gradually lowered. He also knew that his words did not hold water. Two monks in the foundation building period, one of them died or not, can this still be seen wrong?

"Hmph! You can't get out of the third brother's death. However, you can go back and settle your account slowly. Now, give me this kid first!"

The white-faced old man snorted coldly, suddenly flipped his palm, took out a gray-brown wine gourd, unplugged it, and raised his head to drink a few big sips. As the wine fell into his stomach, the mana and cultivation on his body skyrocketed in an instant. The short-bearded young man next to him also took out the wine gourd and drank the same wine. It turned out that these two were both monks of the Brew Immortal Sect, and they didn't use the Brew Immortal Sect's trick just now, obviously because they didn't want to reveal their identities, but now, they didn't care anymore.

Mo Chong's eyes have now gradually regained their clarity. The wine fairy sent the two to drink, and he naturally saw it in his eyes. Seeing the menacing appearance of the two, Mo Chong sighed and said, "The two of you should know that if you make a move, you are just forced by the shape." Now, it's still too late for you and me to stop. ”

The white-faced old man nodded and said, "If you want to stop, it's okay." As long as you hand over one thing. ”

Mo Chong said, "Oh, what?"

"Your head!"

The white-faced old man shouted, and the person rushed towards Mo like a gust of wind. Mo Chong sighed lightly, stepped a little, and quickly retreated. At the same time, his right hand was slightly clasped to his mouth, and his cheeks were bulging, and a large tuft of flames was blown out by him. The white-faced old man was forced by the flames, and he could only temporarily stop his figure. He stopped, and the other two wouldn't stop. Behind Mo Chong, the short-bearded young man had already flashed out, picked up a large black fine iron gourd that was twice as big as his person, and swept it towards Mo Chong suddenly. And above Mo Chong's head, the light blue flying sword of the Baohua Guan monk without the tip of the sword also arrived.

"Open!"

Seeing the two waves of attacks coming, Mo Chong immediately let out a loud shout, and a huge circle of flames rose out of his body, pushing the light blue flying sword of the Baohua Guan monk away, and blocking the short-bearded young man's fine iron gourd. Mo Chong, on the other hand, took advantage of this opportunity to get in shape and run into the woods next to him. At this time, Mo Chong's body was covered with the Divine Fire Armor, and as soon as the flames of the Divine Fire Armor touched the grass and trees, it immediately ignited, but in the blink of an eye, the woods were ablaze, and under the thick smoke, it was difficult to tell where Mo Chong was for a while.

"How about I'm going to go down and get him out?"

The white-faced old man and the three were floating in mid-air, and the short-bearded young man was raising yì with a cold light in his eyes.

The white-faced old man shook his head and said, "No. However, some trees will soon be burned down, and it is not too late to make a move. If you go down now, you will be easily attacked by him. "Jiang is really still old and spicy. The white-faced old man was the tallest in cultivation and the oldest, and he saw through Mo Chong's intentions at a glance.

Mo Chong, who was hidden in the smoke below, heard the words of a few people above his head, and immediately sighed, he couldn't sneak attack, he could only be hard? No, he couldn't be hard, the magic of the Brew Immortal Sect's 'One Drink River' was more powerful than the secret technique of the Demon Dao Monk's sudden increase in attack power, because the Brew Immortal Sect's mana cultivation was improved, but there were not many restrictions on his actions, and the spell could be cast if he wanted to, but there were no many scruples of the Demon Dao Monk.

'Why don't you just leave?'

Mo Chong frowned. He has a dragonfly boat, and the monks of the Southern Liang Kingdom generally do not have special flying magic weapons, in this case, he controls the dragonfly boat, and the speed of the escape should be enough to throw the three of them off. It's just that he and these three people have already formed a relationship, and if they leave, it will be a disaster in the future. There are already a lot of things that worry about me, and if there are these enemies again, it will be very troublesome.

'It's okay to run away later, but think about whether there is a way to leave the three of them behind. ’

Mo Chong looked in all directions, thinking about what method to use against the enemy, and suddenly his mind moved, and he remembered something. A few days ago, when he was in the Maple Leaf Country, Feng Da and Ling Zhifang gave him a lot of things in order to attract him to the attention of the Demon Dao Monk. Among the things given by Ling Zhifang, in addition to the talisman and the Qiankun umbrella, there is also a colorful Linglong Pagoda talisman treasure. He returned the Qiankun umbrella to Ling Zhifang, but the colorful and exquisite tower rune treasure forgot to return it and was still in his storage bag. At this moment, the three people above their heads did not make a move, and they did not dare to come down, isn't it the right time to stimulate the rune treasure for themselves?

Thinking of this, Mo Chong immediately reached into the storage bag and quietly grabbed the colorful exquisite tower rune treasure. Mo Chong did this, naturally not to let the aura of the rune treasure leak out, but the quality of this rune treasure was too high, even if Mo Chong deliberately covered it up, it was still discovered by the three people above his head, and the Baohua Guan monk sneered, and shouted first: "He's there!" As he spoke, the light blue flying sword turned into a blue light and shot towards Mo Chong's hiding place.

Mo Chong sighed lightly, and a little under his feet, he rushed out of his hiding place and rushed forward, and in a few flashes, he disappeared again. But it was certain that he didn't run out of the woods under his feet.

"Humph!"

The white-faced old man snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, five fireballs shot out and landed in the woods below, immediately causing flames in five places. He apparently thought the flames were burning too slowly, and now he had to help. When the other two saw the white-faced old man making a move, they also threw fireballs one after another, but in the blink of an eye, the entire mountain was on fire everywhere, and birds and beasts of all sizes flew in all directions.

"That's enough, don't let it go. Wait for him to come out. ”

The white-faced old man saw movement everywhere, and hurriedly spoke to stop it. It would be a pity if Mo Chong had the opportunity to hide his aura and escape in chaos, anyway, with the current scale of the flames, it would only take about half an hour for the entire mountain to be burned out, so there was no need to rush for a while. The other two naturally understood this truth, and they stopped one after another, staring intently at the woods below.

Mo Chong frowned. Now, he hid his breath and could not be discovered, but when he activated the rune treasure, the Wei Ya on the rune treasure was difficult to hide, what should I do? Sure enough, I still want to go? After a deep groan, Mo Chong flipped his palm, grabbed a talisman, and then threw it hard. The talisman quickly flew out of his hiding place, turned into a large fireball, and flew towards the three of them in midair. However, this large fireball was just a low-level spell rune, and the Baohua Guan Monk only scattered it in mid-air with a little aura that popped out of his fingertips.

"He's there. Monk Baohua looked at the direction where the talisman flew out and spoke.

The white-faced old man nodded: "I see it too." He wants to lead us down. ”

"Hands-on?" the short-bearded youth's eyes flashed.

The white-faced old man groaned slightly, his lips moved slightly, and he whispered: "Don't act rashly. This kid is very fast. Now that we know his exact location, let's set up a formation around him first to prevent him from escaping. You two go, I'll keep an eye on him. I reckon he must have set some kind of trap to lure us down. Wait a minute, no matter what he makes a fuss, as long as he doesn't run away, it's up to him. This is the formation equipment. ”

As the white-faced old man spoke, he took out a set of array flags and handed them to the two. The Baohua Guan monk hesitated for a moment, and then said, "This is the Four Elephant Array. It's not too difficult, but it's completely arranged, at least half an hour, will he be so honest? Oh, even if he stays honest, the woods won't last until then. ”

The white-faced old man sneered and replied, "Who asked you to completely arrange it? Under the layout of the large frame, how much can be done in the details after that." Don't really trap him, just be able to hinder him. As long as he is blocked, the three of us, I'm afraid that no one will free up to greet him!?"

The monk of Baohua Guan suddenly discussed a few words with the short-bearded young man and determined the division of labor, and the two quietly fell into the light and disappeared in the woods.

Mo Chong naturally didn't know the plan of the three people above his head, and after throwing out the talisman, he waited for a while, but no one came down, and threw out a few talismans, and finally cast a spell directly by himself, and played a few spells, but the three people on the top of his head died and generally did not move, except for the flames that burned closer and closer, and no one sneaked over.

Mo Chong nodded secretly and said, "Yes." Well, they were afraid that I would set up an ambush here, so they planned to wait for the fire to burn the woods before they started. But if you don't come down, I'm going to activate the runes. As long as there is half a cup of tea, my rune treasure can be activated, and you can't wait for the fire to burn. ’

Mo Chong was secretly amused, and immediately took out a mid-level protective shield talisman and slapped it on his body, then took out the colorful exquisite tower talisman treasure, closed it between his palms, and began to input mana to excite. Of course, at the moment of the great enemy, Mo Chong did not dare to concentrate on activating the rune treasure, but was distracted to observe the movements around him. Who knows if those three guys didn't have the idea of letting themselves relax first and then sneak up on them?

In addition to the sound of the 'crackling and peeling' flames burning the trees, there was only the occasional sound of birds and beasts escaping from the flames. However, the time for Mo Chong to activate the rune treasure was much faster than the three white-faced old men arranging the formation, and in just a short time, the rune treasure in Mo Chong's hand had already begun to exude amazing coercion and aura.

The white-faced old man who was floating in mid-air and was responsible for monitoring the rune treasure suddenly changed his complexion when he felt the unusual mana fluctuations of the rune treasure, and shouted: "Little thief!

"Bang bang bang!"

Several loud noises were made in a string. Mo Chong was originally hiding behind a big bluestone, and there were many towering trees around, but when the ice pick hit like this, the bluestone was shattered, and the surrounding trees were also broken by the broken ice, and there was a frost frozen place on the ground with Mo Chong as the center, and Mo Chong was frozen into an ice lump in the center. The sharp-shaped icicle can be much faster than the magic weapon in terms of speed alone, and it is precisely because of this that the white-faced old man will first use the icicle technique, instead of sacrificing the magic weapon to attack.

The white-faced old man saw Mo Chong, who was frozen into a lump, and first breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face turned ugly again. He found that Mo Chong, who seemed to be frozen, was actually safe and stable. He also had a solid shield on the outside. The frost only froze a layer of ice on the outside of his protective shield, and the ink punch inside the protective shield was not affected at all. And what made the white-faced old man look the most ugly was the light emitted by Mo Chong's hands. Although I am not sure, the coercion carried from this light and light should be possessed by rune treasures. It turned out that the reason why Mo Chong didn't move was actually activating the rune treasure!

"Humph!"

The white-faced old man snorted coldly, and he didn't have time to inform the other two, so he suddenly slapped the storage bag, held a spear that flew out of it and was covered by the bag, and reached out to tear the bag off, suddenly revealing a broken gun that was a long and rusty one, and even the head of the gun had rotted. The white-faced old man looked at the broken gun, and his eyes showed a trace of reluctance, but he quickly gritted his teeth, suppressed the reluctance, bit the tip of his tongue, and spurted blood along the body of the gun.

The rusty spear, soaked in the blood of the white-faced old man, suddenly glowed with a strange brilliance, the rust on the body of the spear slowly faded, and the rotten spear head began to reveal its essence little by little. This is a golden gun. The length of the gun is one foot and three inches, and the head of the gun is in the shape of a gilded tiger head, and the tiger's mouth swallows the blade, which is made of platinum and is extremely sharp. The spear is incomparably powerful, and the white-faced old man who holds the spear seems to have a little more power at this time.

The white-faced old man saw that the spear in his hand had appeared, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he raised the spear and wanted to throw it at the ink below, but when he saw the situation on his face clearly, he couldn't help but be stunned. Mo Chong didn't know when he had already stood up, his right hand pinching the magic trick, and the shining rune treasure between his palms had disappeared. The white-faced old man's complexion changed, and he roared, and was about to throw the spear in his hand, but Mo Chong took the first step and snorted coldly: "Town!"

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, a seven-zhang high, seven-story colorful glazed pagoda suddenly fell from the sky and pressed down on the white-faced old man's head. The white-faced old man was pressed by the colorful glazed tower, and suddenly blood spurted from his seven orifices. The colorful glazed tower pressed the old man from mid-air and fell to the ground, and there was a loud "boom!", which shook the ground slightly. Looking at the glazed tower again, there is nothing but a pool of blood and a severed hand holding a spear.

Mo Chong walked to the glazed tower and picked up the spear in his broken hand first. At this time, the spear didn't know if it was because the white-faced old man died, or because there was no supply of mana, the light gradually converged, and it regained its rusty appearance. But Mo Chong had already seen how powerful it was, and he didn't dare to underestimate it at all.

'Well, the tiger head Zhan golden gun......

Mo Chong nodded. Just now, if he hadn't made the first move, Mo Chong believed that with the edge of the Tiger Head Zhan Golden Spear, he would definitely be able to pierce him in an instant. Such a dangerous thing...... Of course, it's better to put it away. As soon as Mo Chong flipped his palm, he put the rusty tiger head Zhan Jin Gun into the storage bag, and then slowly floated up. The movement here naturally alarmed the two people who were arranging in the distance.

The short-bearded young man was faster than the Baohua Guan monk, and as soon as he arrived, he saw that it was Mo Chong floating leisurely in the air, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and then said sharply: "Is it you!?

Mo Chong nodded and said, "It's me." ”

The short-bearded young man looked around, but he didn't see the white-faced old man, he was slightly surprised, and said, "Where is my eldest brother?"

Mo Chong said: "Your eldest brother...... He's waiting for you. ”

The short-bearded young man heard that there was an overtone in Mo Chong's words, his face changed, and he shouted, "You...... What happened to your eldest brother!?" As he spoke, the mana on his body was drumming, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and a large black fine iron gourd twice as big as his person appeared in his hand.

Mo Chong saw that it was almost the same, and he no longer talked nonsense with the other party, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and shouted: "Get up!"

"Whoosh!"

The colorful and exquisite tower of Ambilight flew out of the woods below with Mo Chong's shout. Originally, this thing was very eye-catching, but as soon as the short-bearded young man came, he was blocked by Mo Chong, and his attention naturally fell on Mo Chong, and he didn't notice that there was a colorful glazed pagoda in the woods.