These sixteen magic weapon cold light swords formed a ring-shaped ice sword formation, forming a rapid ice blade storm with a range of tens of zhang, and after surrounding Sun Fengzhao, it spun wildly and strangled towards Sun Fengzhao in the sword formation.

Sun Fengzhao in the sword array had truly felt the taste of cold as snow at this time, looking at the enemy outside the sword array. The proud figure, standing in the white cold haze, makes people unable to see whether the face is shocking or desperate?

Sun Feng looked at the power of the menacing sword formation, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Not good!"

"Bell!"

With the crisp sound of golden sound, sixteen ice swords once slammed into Sun Fengzhao's shield, body shield, and armor. Sun Fengzhao's shield was broken again, and the milky white aura of the close-fitting armor flashed again, and the shield in Sun Fengzhao's hand was still hard.

With a "poof", Sun Fengzhao's figure was swayed by the blow. But Sun Fengzhao, who still couldn't stand the attack, spurted out a mouthful of blood. Sun Fengzhao, who had been injured repeatedly, frowned, and began to hurriedly throw a few elixirs into his mouth, and continued to command the two blades in his hands to resist the enemy.

But to the surprise of Li Boming, who was in charge of the main attack, his surging attack was once again blocked and disintegrated by the orange, golden, and blue-gray light clusters formed around Sun Fengzhao's body.

Each of his Little Cold Light Ice Swords was an ice-based magic weapon made from the finest ice-based materials. If the sixteen flying swords are at the same time, the power is unimaginable, and the attack strength is even greater than that of a monk of the same level. Even if he was now in front of a monk in the late stage of foundation building, under the attack of such a complete set of top-grade ice-type flying sword magic weapons, Li Boming was confident that he would kill the other party in one fell swoop.

But Sun Fengzhao was subjected to this round of attacks, and Li Boming, who was slightly stunned, commanded the sixteen ice flying swords, stepped back a little, pointed his fingers, and continued to command his sword array to strangle the past. He didn't intend to give Sun Fengzhao a chance to breathe.

"Click!" With a bang, under Sun Fengzhao's injection of the mana of the blue and gray hand shield, a shield shadow shot out from the hand shield, attacking the two ice swords on it, and it was crushed and rebounded with a touch. When he withdrew Li Boming's hand, he found that a small gap the size of a bean had been knocked out of one of his ice swords. The other ice sword, however, unexpectedly broke directly and split in two.

"Spirit weapon, is this shield you have a spirit weapon?" Li Boming's voice was full of anger for a while.

Except for the rumored magic weapon spirit weapon, he really couldn't think of any other weapon that could have such an anti-heaven ability and could instantly break his cold light sword.

The materials for this set of cold light swords were refined by the genius earth treasure that had caused a bloody storm back then, but not only were these materials extremely difficult to find and gather. Refining is also very labor-intensive. At present, the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm is afraid that only he, the young master of the Shouyue Sect, can have such a set of ice-type flying sword magic weapons.

But now there was a Lingbao-level treasure again, and it was also in the hands of the hostile person on the opposite side, which really shocked the future master of the Shouyue Sect.

Hearing Li Boming call out the level of his shield, Sun Fengzhao's expression changed slightly, Sun Fengzhao didn't expect it to be this strange result, and he didn't have time to think about the reason at this time. Seeing this, his confidence suddenly skyrocketed, and under great joy, he continued to control this shield magic weapon and rushed forward, preparing to break through.

At this time, the other fourteen ice swords, and Lai Yuejing's soul bell had turned into a giant bell, and they continued to attack Sun Fengzhao with Li Boming's ice flying swords, one left and one right.

But at this time, Sun Fengzhao, whose expression had regained his composure, did not change his expression after sneering, but he just urged the blood sword magic weapon on his head, wanting to solve the magic weapon giant bell of Lai Yuejing first.

At the same time, Sun Fengzhao glanced at Lai Yuejing in addition to the two treasures.

This disciple of the Caodong Sect was thinking about the scene where Li Boming's ice sword was destroyed by Sun Fengzhao's spiritual weapon level just now, and after his expression moved, he suddenly happened to meet Sun Fengzhao, who happened to be staring at him.

When Lai Yuejing saw this scene, she naturally knew that what she heard was right, and her face couldn't help but turn a little pale.

As a descendant disciple of the Caodong Sect, his understanding of spiritual weapons was far from comparable to that of ordinary monks. He was even more afraid of the legendary spirit weapon, and after seeing Sun Fengzhao's repulsion of Lai Yuejing's ice sword just now. He knew that there was no exaggeration of the spirit weapon in the rumors, and as long as the other party had this shield, it would be enough to abolish his magic weapon and magic weapon.

Lai Yuejing took a deep breath and glanced at Sun Fengzhao, who was standing expressionlessly in a fluorescent light, his face was gloomy like water, and a trace of uneasiness flashed in his heart.

"Brother Yuejing, we can't retreat at this time, let's go all out! Kill this son, and we will divide the heavy treasure on his body equally!"

Li Boming, who saw that Lai Yuejing was already afraid, deeply forgot about Lai Yuejing after he spoke out to encourage Lai Yuejing.

Lai Yuejing knew that Li Boming was not only using these methods, but also under his agitation and threatening gaze. Not only did he rekindle some confidence and greed, but he hurriedly commanded his only magic weapon, two high-grade magic weapons, and frantically pounced on Sun Fengzhao.

Seeing this scene, Li Boming was overjoyed, and immediately sat down cross-legged, his hands formed strange knots one after another, and he spit out a series of tedious and difficult mantras in his mouth.

At the same time, relying on the golden armor and the hand shield of the same spiritual weapon, he successfully released a shield shadow to block another round of ice sword attacks. But this round Li Boming deliberately dodged Sun Feng's shield shadow in his cold light sword attack. The cold light sword that had been broken and damaged by Sun Fengzhao's shield spirit weapon before was recalled by Li Boming in his hand, and a piece of ice-like thing was injected into the two broken cold light swords, and the two damaged and broken cold light swords began to strangely automatically reunite, and they were re-refined into a complete cold light sword.

Then Li Boming was no longer in a hurry to command the sixteen cold light swords to attack Sun Fengzhao, but after re-arranging the cold light sword array on the periphery of Sun Fengzhao and Lai Yuejing's fighting methods, he closed his eyes and did not move.

Sun Fengzhao had no time to watch this strange and magical scene at this time, he could only pay all his attention at this time, staring at the giant clock that was buckled from top to bottom.

Sun Fengzhao rushed forward with one hand, the magic weapon blood sword, and with a slight click, a demonic red glow transformed by this thing instantly shot above his head, and the blood sword aimed at Lai Yuejing's giant bell magic weapon and slashed upward.

After this sword was slashed, Sun Fengzhao, even if he had reached the middle stage of foundation building, was also under this continuous consumption of mana, as if most of the essence was extracted, only half of the sword qi fell, and the aura of the nearby heaven and earth was like ten thousand flowing into the sea, and it was sucked by the blood-red sword qi. This is also a trait that only exists when attacking with magic weapons.

"Dang!" The two magic weapon-level treasures collided fiercely together, and the magic weapons were also superior and disadvantaged. Sun Fengzhao's blood sword was obtained from Ji Congliang, this sword is not only the natal magic weapon of Ji Congliang, a former infant monk, but also injected with something Sun Fengzhao doesn't know how powerful the material is. And it has been warm in her body for hundreds of years, which is extraordinary.

This fierce impact on Lai Yuejing's magic weapon, under a loud bang, two extremely dazzling red and green lights burst out.

When the light dissipated, I saw that there were cracks on Lai Yuejing's giant bell, and the spiritual light on it also became extremely dim and flew back into Lai Yuejing's hand.

Although, Sun Fengzhao's blood sword was not good enough to go there, and there was a small gap. But in this round of fighting, Sun Fengzhao obviously had the upper hand.

Lai Yuejing, who snorted coldly, had a flash of anger on his face, and at the same time waved his hand again, driving away two other high-grade magic weapons, together with this damaged soul bell, to attack Sun Fengzhao again.

But before that, Lai Yuejing only felt that the bloody qi was rushing towards him. "Boom, boom!" In the middle of the three sounds, Lai Yuejing was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, the blood-colored sword qi slashed into the three treasures that he had just flown into the air.

There was a loud bang, flashing, and blood and qi were immediately intertwined. The offensive network composed of two high-grade magic weapons and a magic weapon that seemed to be amazing, in the entanglement of blood and qi, the light flashed wildly, rushing left and right, and it was impossible to cut off the seemingly weak and weak blood qi. Instead, it was gradually wrapped in layers of things. can only struggle desperately like a big fish in a net.

"Click, click!"

Under the sound of two urgings, Lai Yuejing only felt that his mental connection with the two magic weapons was suddenly interrupted.

At this time, Lai Yuejing didn't need to look to know that his last two high-level magic weapons were completely destroyed by the blood sword.

Now only the magic weapon-level soul bell was still resisting Sun Fengzhao's blood sword, but after a while, his face sank to Sun Fengzhao, and his hands rose upward, and two extremely thick red arcs erupted from his hands, hitting his blood sword body through the red blood net.

The blood sword was like going crazy, and after it surged again, it struck down at Lai Yuejing's soul bell, and in a wail of "boom!", Lai Yuejing's soul bell finally collapsed and dispersed, turning into a small group of fragments of green light of different sizes, scattered in the air.

"My Soul Clock!"

How precious a magic weapon is for a foundation building monk, and some foundation building monks will not even have a magic weapon in their lifetime. Because of Lai Yuejing's family background, fortunately, he had one without much effort in the early days of foundation building, but now it was ruthlessly destroyed by Sun Fengzhao.

Lai Yuejing, who was sad, only felt a tightness around her body while spurting out a mouthful of blood. The figure was suddenly imprisoned. At this time, Lai Yuejing didn't say that he was pinching the trick and casting spells, but he couldn't even move a finger of his hand.

Lai Yuejing, who was aware of all this, was as pale as snow, and the sneer on Sun Fengzhao's face on the other side flashed.

In the sound of "poof", the blood sword shook and turned into a frightening rainbow in the light, bursting through the air and shooting out of the blood mist, slashing down at Lai Yuejing, who was standing not far away.