Chapter 522 Death Gaze

Feng Xiaotian couldn't help but look awe-in when he saw the situation. He thought in his heart that the sword spirit emitted by the grass pheasant sword was extremely tyrannical, and the average master of the Mahayana period could not be hard to catch it at all. This Shangguan Wuyong was an understatement and generally put these countless sword spirit into his sleeves. It was really smart. No wonder the old man Shangguan used this "dry" Kun, that is, there was a big shock around him, and it was really extraordinary.

"Hey hey, Feng boy, it's a good flying sword, but if you just do these three or two, then I won't be polite!" Shangguan Wuyong smiled gistly and raised the dust in his hand. His big sleeves fluttered, but he chopped towards Feng Xiaotian, but the hairs on the dust were like sharp sharp thorns, scattered and stabbed towards Feng Xiaotian's chest.

Feng Xiaotian saw the aggressiveness, but the sword of the grass pheasant in his hand was taken back to his chest and meditate on the secret. The true spirit poured into the sword of the grass pheasant. The sword of the grass pheasant followed the mysterious trajectory in his chest, and the white light formed a light wall that could be protected in his chest.

And Shangguan Wuyong's dust just stabbed over, but he heard a "bang" sound. The thread of the dust in Shangguan Wuyong's hand broke, and the broken end of the wire fluttered down on the ground. When Shangguan Wuyong put away the dust anxiously, he found that it was good. There is only a bare handle left in the dust.

"Good boy, it's a fairy-level flying sword. No wonder it's so powerful!" Shangguan Wuyong was very heartbroken when he saw this. He couldn't help humming angrily. His dust handle was polished for ten thousand years of ancient jade, and the dusty silk thread was made from ice silk in the depths of the North Sea. After thousands of years of warmed up by Shangguan Wuyong, it was already the best in the top-grade spiritual weapon, but he did not expect it to be destroyed. It really made Shangguan Wuyong. The flesh hurts so much.

"Hum, old man Shangguan, this is just the beginning. I still have a lot of tricks! Look at the sword!" Feng Xiaotian squinted and saw that the surrounding war was already in full swing. The Yanyue blade killing array composed of the commandos had stirred up the back array of the unified gate, and those masters of the Mahayana period had already had a great advantage, suppressing the masters of the unified gate, especially the war circle around him. The Minglu was Mingying Zhenren and Mingye Zhenren has been forced to have no power to fight. Not surprisingly, within a hundred moves, he will be killed by Mingye Zhenren and Mingying Zhenren. In his heart, the sword of the grass pheasant swings, but it is a way to attack Shangguan Wuyong. He has taken the work of dealing with Shangguan Wuyong alone. He can't fall behind everyone!

As soon as Feng Xiaotian's voice fell, his body had turned into lightning. The grass pheasant sword cut through the sky like a white practice, and the long sword spirit attacked Shangguan Wuyong.

Shangguan Wuyong smiled gidly and shouted softly, "Good luck!" A strange round shield flashed in his hand.

The small shield was only about a foot square, and the whole body was black, surrounded by sharp thorns. After Shangguan Wuyong injected true qi, the small shield quickly enlarged and soon expanded to a huge shield with a diameter of half a foot, covering Shangguan Wuyong's body tightly.

At this time, the sword spirit from the sword of Feng Xiaotiancao pheasant also hit the round shield with a "wow" sound.

Feng Xiaotian suddenly felt an incomparable force returning along the sword of the grass pheasant, and his arm was suddenly numb. With this great force, Feng Xiaotian suddenly bounced back into the air, and then eliminated the attacking force. Looking at Shangguan Wuyong, he persisted with a shield in his hand and retreated. A few steps, but because of the shield blocking, Shangguan Wuyong's expression could not be seen clearly, but looking at his steady pace, this move must not have achieved any effect.

Sure enough, on the side of the round shield in Shangguan Wuyong's hand, he showed a smiling face and said with a smile, "Hey, Feng boy, what is the power of my death face shield?"

"The Shield of the Face of Death?" Feng Xiaotian fixed his eyes when he heard the sound. Sure enough, he found that there was a faint head of a skeleton on the dark shield. His two dark eyes seemed to be staring at Feng Xiaotian tightly, exuding an extremely strange atmosphere.

"Hey hey, what you have in your hand is a fairy weapon, but I have a magic weapon refined by immortals in the fairyland, but it is not under your fairy weapon. Let's take a move of 'the roar of the face of death'!" Shangguan Wuyong said, and the right hand of the round shield shook, and the magic formula was slightly recited in his mouth. The shield of the dead face began to rotate slowly, and a fierce magic gas emanated from the shield.

Feng Xiaotian's heart was awe-inspiring. He knew that the magic weapon that could withstand the blow of the grass pheasant's sword must be extraordinary. The next move "the roar of the face of the face of death" was certainly not Xiaoke. His heart moved, and the lock mountain ring, which had already been put away, suddenly flew to the top of his head, and the turquoise light drooped down, and Feng Xiaotian The body is firmly covered.

"Okay, it's worthy of being the head of Xiaoyao Sect. You really have a lot of magic weapons, and it's actually a fairy weapon! Ha ha, your adventure, coupled with your fairy body, if you can't stay here today, I'm afraid that no one in this world of cultivation can control you in the future. The face of death is roaring, go out!" Shangguan Wuyong said solemnly, but the round shield rotated faster and faster. Then, Shangguan Wuyong pushed his hand, and the shield of the dead face suddenly flew out and cut his waist towards Feng Xiaotian with a sharp roar.

What is particularly strange is that on the high-speed rotating shield surface, there is a blue light. In the blue light, a skeleton face appeared, and a gloomy light flashed in the black hole's eyes, staring at Feng Xiaotian closely.

When Feng Xiaotian looked at the eyes of the skeleton, he only felt that the soul in the depths of his heart suddenly trembled, as if it was going to be sucked away by those strange eyes. He couldn't help but be shocked. He quickly asked him to forcibly turn his head and turn his head to look at him. Only in this way, the shield of the face of death was approaching, and Feng Xiaotian had no time to defend. However, it turned into lightning and shot out into the air. The shield of the dead face could pass under his feet. If it was half a step later, it would definitely be cut by the thorns on the edge of the shield of the dead face. Look at the power of the shield of the dead face. Even if there is a lock mountain ring to protect the body, I'm afraid he will suffer some minor injuries.

Shangguan Wuyong saw that Feng Xiaotian had already looked at the eyes on the shield of the face of death. He was secretly happy, but he found that Feng Xiaotian forcibly turned his head to one side. He couldn't help but be surprised. You should know that these eyes are one of the unique tricks of the shield of the face of death, which is called death gaze, which can be compared with. The real soul is shaken, and the slightly weaker strength will even be pulled away from the soul in an instant. It is used by Shangguan Wuyong himself. Even the ordinary Mahayana practitioners can't resist it. And this Feng Xiaotian can turn his head with just a glance. The strength of the soul is really rare!

"Hmm! As soon as the shield of the face of death comes back, will it make you escape so easily? Shangguan Wuyong saw that Feng Xiaotian dodged the rapid and fierce blow of the shield of the death face, but he snorted coldly and said the magic formula slightly. The shield of the death face that flew out of the foot of Feng Xiaotian suddenly flew back and continued to cut towards Feng Xiaotian at a faster speed, accompanied by a sharp and unpleasant roar, and the blue light The eyes of the skeleton's face seemed to be wider, and it seemed to shoot two faint cold lights.

At this moment, Feng Xiaotian's figure was already standing in the air, but he was unwilling to escape again. He wanted to compete with the shield of the face of death. There was a long roar in his mouth, which contained the secret of the secret of the sky, which unexpectedly suppressed the sharp roar, and the surging waves dispersed like ripples. Unexpectedly, the shield of the face of death was also slightly stagnant in the air!

Taking advantage of this stagnation, Feng Xiaotian no longer left his hand and put ten times of the true power into the sword of the grass pheasant. The true force circulates according to the meridians according to the formula of chopping the sky. The sword of the grass pheasant bursts out an extremely blazing white light, and the extremely violent breath also emanates. Feng Xiaotian also felt very dry all over his body, as if he had a feeling of not to vomit, involuntarily. With a roar, he raised the sword of the pheasant and fiercely cut at the shield of the flying face of death.

"Oh!" A loud noise came, and Feng Xiaotian's grass pheasant sword fiercely cut the shield of the dead face.

The blue light on the shield of the dead face suddenly made a "buzzing" sound. It was hit by the true power contained in the grass pheasant sword and circled back down, and the eyes on the head of the skeleton in the blue light stared fiercely at the wind.

Feng Xiaotian was originally shaken by the counterattack power of the Shield of the Death Face, but he happened to catch a glimpse of the strange eyes. His heart couldn't help but tremble. An unspeakable pain breeds from the bottom of his heart. Fang struggled to turn his head in the air, but his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out, and blood was sprinkled in the air.

However, with the spewing of blood, the unspeakable pain in Feng Xiaotian's heart has been alleviated a lot, and the shield of the face of death that was knocked out by Feng Xiaotian continued to be cut in Shangguan's mediocre thoughts and words.

"Haha, good to come! Take me another sword!" Feng Xiaotian was also inspired by the fierceness of his heart. Seeing that the shield of the face of death was cut towards him again, he roared, and he broke through the air and chopped down the shield of the face of death. However, he learned to be good this time, but he could not look at those strange eyes.

In a loud noise, the result was the same as just now. The shield of the face of death was split back again, and Feng Xiaotian was bounced up again by the huge force of the shield of the face of death.

However, Shangguan Wuyong's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. Although he did not fight in person, the shield of the dead face had already been connected to his mind, and the shield of the dead face was split twice, which touched his mind and had already caused him a slight injury, a trace of blood. The traces have overflowed from the corners of his mouth.