The ordinary monk who turned around and fought desperately in front of him waved his hand and released two strange-shaped flying swords, slashing towards Xiao Ziyang's head.

Although these two flying swords have the shape of a sword, they are wide and thick, and when they grow up in the wind, they are like two door panels, and they smash down towards Xiao Ziyang's head with the momentum of Mount Tai.

These two flying swords seem clumsy, but they are actually extremely agile. In the process of splitting, it trembled left and right, and the landing point was uncertain.

At this time, Xiao Ziyang's defensive magic weapons were all entangled by the two swords and three insects of the two people on the right, and it seemed that he was already poor in donkey skills. But he didn't panic in the slightest.

I saw a silver pill the size of an egg suddenly appear in front of him. Under the urging of Xiao Ziyang's decision, it exploded with a bang. Countless fragments danced in a burst and formed two silver shields, meeting the pressed greatsword.

After a loud bang, the two seemingly thin shields were as stable as Mount Tai, while the two giant swords as thick as Mount Tai bounced off at the ground.

The ordinary monk in front of him, who was wrapped in the cold mist, "saw" all this from his divine thoughts, his heart was shocked, and he let out a desperate howl, "Worry-free Divine Armor!"

That's right, this silver pill is the worry-free divine armor that Xiao Ziyang got from Wang Biling, as the third-ranked magic weapon among the seven secret magic weapons of Lingxiao Palace, it can be said to be prestigious.

It is said that in addition to the seven secret magic weapons of Lingxiao Palace, except for the Lingxiao Tower, which ranks first and has both attack and defense, there is no stronger defensive magic weapon than this divine armor.

On that day, Xiao Ziyang obtained this magic armor from Wang Biling's hand and found that with the divine thoughts of the Qi training period, he could only reluctantly use this magic weapon to stimulate the first form of this magic weapon, that is, the armor form. When activated, this magic weapon will automatically form a powerful armor amulet, but it cannot be manipulated and commanded.

When he successfully advanced to the foundation building realm, he could manipulate this magic weapon to transform at will, or a shield, or a flying sword. This artifact can also be split into groups and combined into up to seven artifacts for use separately. Of course, as he splits, his power decreases accordingly.

Now Xiao Ziyang split it into two shields, and its protective power was several times stronger than the armor form that covered the whole body.

In addition to its amazing defensive power, the control formation in this divine armor is also extraordinary. Its agility is almost no less than Xiao Ziyang's spirit sword and spirit shield. It's just that it has quite high requirements for the monk's divine thoughts, and it can't be controlled unless it is a monk who builds the foundation and condensation.

The ordinary monk was desperately fighting back in despair, and as soon as this prestigious worry-free divine armor appeared, he immediately collapsed completely.

He jerked back the twin swords that had bounced open, using them as shields to protect him, and rushed out against the ferocious attacks of the dark moon despite the heedless stuffiness.

Although Youyue's attack was sharp, it was not a strong attack type magic weapon after all, and this person was desperate, he actually stood against Youyue and rushed out of the scope of Xiao Ziyang's divine thoughts, and also rushed out of the shroud of cold mist.

After getting out of the cold fog, the ordinary monk waved his hand and collected a few magic weapons, and released a narrow flying sword.

Xiao Ziyang glanced at the back of the monk who went away, smiled coldly, and waved his hand to recall Youyue. Urge the Shadowless Flying Sword with all your might.

The ink smoke from the two flying swords suddenly became three points thicker. Suddenly, because the boss fled, the two people who were terrified were left, and the speed of releasing the magic cover could no longer keep up with the speed of the shadowless destruction.

A moment later, the two men also ended up with a broken shield.

From Xiao Ziyang's instant killing of the first monk to the defeat and death of these two people, it was only a few breaths. At this time, the body of the first rough monk to be beheaded had not even fallen to the ground.

With a wave of his hand, Xiao Ziyang took back several magic weapons, controlled a shadowless flying sword, turned into a light smoke, instantly bypassed every corpse in the air, and with a wave of his hand, he recovered all the items with mana fluctuations, and rewarded each corpse with a fire bomb, and burned the corpse to extinguish.

After doing all this, Xiao Ziyang stepped on the shadowless flying sword under his feet and chased after the ordinary monk who had escaped.

The narrow flying sword under the feet of an ordinary monk is also a superb flying sword that is known for its speed.

The speed-type flying sword, when controlled, although the comfort is poor, the speed is the fastest among similar magic weapons. The flying speed of the flying sword under that person's feet is extremely fast among the best speed type flying swords. The Tibetan Wind Spirit Boat that Xiao Ziyang bought was three points slower than it.

But its speed is comparable to that of the Shadowless Flying Sword, like that of an old ox compared to a horse. It's more than three times slower. After dozens of breaths of effort, Xiao Ziyang crossed over his head and blocked him in front of him.

This ordinary-looking monk looked at Xiao Ziyang with a hideous face, but his eyes were full of despair. This person is also a bachelor, and Xiao Ziyang will never let him go. With a wave of the flying sword the size of the door panel on both sides, he slashed down at Xiao Ziyang, who was blocking the road.

This person deserves to be a monk of the Wangdan period, and under the onslaught of Xiao Ziyang's two shadowless flying swords, he lasted more than the five monks just now combined. But that's about it.

After killing him, Xiao Ziyang collected his storage bag and portable magic weapon, and after a fire bomb turned the corpse into a light smoke, he quickly disappeared from this place.

After escaping for hundreds of miles, Xiao Ziyang fell away and landed on a deserted mountain. He took out six blood-stained storage bags from his bosom and examined them one by one.

After reading it, Xiao Ziyang was secretly frightened. The combined property of these six people was more than enough to make up for Xiao Ziyang's purchase in Lingxiao Pavilion this time. There are a total of seventeen top-grade magic weapons for the six people, and each of them is a high-grade product worth more than 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones.

Even the "Hundred Poison Golden Flags", as well as the two door flying swords belonging to ordinary monks, and a gold and silver shield magic weapon, are all fine products that can enter the third floor of Lingxiao Pavilion.

Xiao Ziyang put the belongings of the six people into storage bracelets in different categories. Xiao Ziyang did not wear this storage bracelet on his wrist, so as not to be recognized and cause disaster. He wrapped the bracelet in a ropa-shaped artifact that would obscure the aura and hung it on his chest, under his clothes.

After incinerating the six storage bags with real fire, Xiao Ziyang stepped on the "Tibetan wind", hid the light, and galloped towards Daluo Mountain.

Entering the Daluo Mountain Gate, Xiao Ziyang could feel that along the way, there seemed to be a gaze. He sneered, ignored it, and went straight to the archdeacon's hall.

After reporting in the deacon's hall, Xiao Ziyang was told that two days later, Mao Shizheng was waiting in the deacon's main hall, and there would be Elder Jin Dan to lead all the monks who participated in the competition to the spirit stone mine that was being contested, where it was said that the fighting method enchantment had been prepared.

After Xiao Ziyang spent some spirit stones, he found out that the elder Jin Dan who led the team this time was the real person of Jumu. Among the monks who participated in the competition, the highest cultivation was none other than Wang Ziling.

He left the deacon's hall as if nothing had happened, but in fact his heart was already filled with anger.