Chapter 483 The Elder's Shot

This man is dressed in white, his face is handsome, standing in the air, and the jade trees are facing the wind.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Guan is not like that gangster. He fights without saying a word. Zhao Guan's men don't kill unknown people.

"My prince, Da Xia Shen Chao Xia Yu." Xia Yu's temperament is calm, and his eyes are like paint, that is, the temperament of the prince and the elegance of the monk. The two temperaments are perfectly combined.

"Well, what a bullshit god dynasty and prince, in front of my demon army, they are all native chickens and tiles. I am Zhao Guan, remember this name, and I will know who will die on Huangquan Road in the future." Zhao Guan said fiercely.

Xia Yu smiled slightly and had an elegant temperament. He was not angry with Zhao Wan's words. He stretched out his hand slightly and said, "Brother Zhao, please..."

Zhao Guan looked at Xia Yu's handsome face and got angry. Then he looked at the state of mind where everything did not linger in his heart, and he could not maintain stability. A black magic light shot at Xia Yu.

Xia Yu was motionless, and a golden dragon rushed out of his body and hit the black magic light.

"Boom!"

The sound of the explosion sounded, and the black magic light and the golden dragon turned into flying ash in mid-air. In the first contact, the two were equally divided.

"It's a bit of a trick." Zhao Guan's eyes glowed, stretched out his red tongue and added his lips. His body turned into a black light. Countless magic spirits surrounded him and rushed towards Xia Yu.

Xia Yu unfolded a set of body method, and there were all the shadows of Xia Yu in all directions. He surrounded the black light in the middle, and the golden dragons rushed to the black light in the middle to strangle the black light.

However, as soon as the golden dragon cast in gold rushed into the black magic gas around the black light, like the snow meets the scorching sun, and it melts into the magic gas one after another, which has no effect.

In the face of this situation, Xia Yu's expression on his face remained unchanged. A golden dragon sword appeared in front of him and was destroyed by him to the black light. When he cut it off with a sword, he cut away the magic spirit around him, revealing Zhao Guan inside.

Zhao Guan hung a handleless dark magic sword in front of him, and the heavenly marks of the road formed layers of dark runes on the magic sword. Seeing the cut golden dragon sword, he broke the magic sword with a cold voice and went straight to the golden dragon sword.

"What!"

The sound of the golden dragon hissing sounded, and Zhao Guan's inconspicuous magic sword actually severely damaged Xia Yu's golden dragon sword, making Xia Yu unstable in mid-air.

"Well, the strength is nothing more than that. It's simply an embroidered pillow. No matter how good the skin is, what's the use?" Zhao Guan saw that his sword severely damaged Xia Yu's golden dragon sword. Xia Yu was slightly injured again. He looked down on Xia Yu even more in his heart. He suddenly destroyed the sword formula. Waves of attacks came to Xia Yu's golden dragon sword. In a blink of an eye, he cut out more than a thousand swords. Finally, he cut off the golden dragon sword. Xia Yu also spewed out a mouthful of blood at the moment the sword was broken. .

When Zhao Guan saw Xia Yu spitting blood, he was happy and forced Xia Yu directly to cut Xia Yu under the sword. When he saw this little white face at the first time, he was not happy and never showed mercy.

Seeing Zhao Guan approaching, a trace of panic flashed in Xia Yu's eyes and wanted to escape, but it seemed that he was forced by Zhao Guan's momentum. His reaction was actually half a beat slow. Before he escaped, Zhao Guan had already come with a killing momentum.

"Death!"

Zhao Guan coldly spit out a word in his mouth, and the black magic sword cut at Xia Yu, who was completely locked.

Xia Yu seemed to be in a panic and barely moved his body.

"Puff!"

A burst of blood fog exploded, and Xia Yu's whole arm was cut off by Zhao Guan.

"Hey hey..."

Zhao Guan let out a cold laugh. Xia Yu is really a silver wax gun head, so he can't help beating.

"Explosion!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came into Zhao Guan's ear, and a huge force hit him, and a sense of danger rose directly from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Guan's face immediately turned pale. In the field of his body, all kinds of body protection secrets and magic weapons had been destroyed at the moment when his intuition rose. In an instant, a violent and incoherent energy swept over him. The middle-grade magic weapon on his body seemed extremely weak under this energy, and his immortal magic realm was This energy shock was full of holes, and his body was almost torn down by this force.

"Ah, immortal magic power, rebirth!"

Zhao Guan used the Mahayana period to cultivate the immortal origin. The Yuanying in his body opened his mouth and spit out a ball of black blood, which poured into his body, constantly repairing the body seriously injured by this energy. However, the Yuanying obviously became mentally depressed after spitting out a ball of black blood.

Zhao Guan withdrew from the storm for a kilometer and got out of the energy storm that had come to an end. His face looked forward uncertainly. He saw that Xia Yu was still standing in the void like a javelin. His face was pale, his right arm was empty, and his blood had already stopped. The expression on his face seemed to be broken as usual. His right arm was not like his. He looked at Zhao Guan calmly, but somehow, Zhao Guan saw Xia Yu's calm eyes and felt a chill for no reason.

Xia Yu's eyes were calm, but it caused riots between the practitioners and the demons. The discerning people could see that Xia Yu's strength was slightly worse than Zhao Guan, but it forced Zhao Kou like this. Xia Yu's fierce determination was by no means comparable to ordinary people.

Zhao Guan also had no power to fight again at this time, and his eyes were complicated. He didn't expect that this little white face he despised would have such a determination. With his magic weapon and right arm as bait, he was careless and blew himself up in the field, which hit him hard. It's really hard to say who will win or lose in this game.

He cut off Xia Yu's right arm, but in the Mahayana period, with mysterious spells and magical elixirs, he can completely be reborn with a broken arm. The self-exploding field can be re-cultivated in a few years, and he was forced to use the Mahayana source, which is the most important source that monks can cultivate in the Mahayana period. It is extremely difficult to practice, which is very important for the Mahayana monks. If he wants to re-cultivate this Mahayana origin, he will never be able to do it in a hundred years. Speaking of which, he still has a slight down.

"Zhao Guan, come back."

Zhao Bin's voice came, and Zhao Guan did not dare to violate it. He retreated to this array. He used the Mahayana origin and had no power to fight again.

Similarly, Xia Yu lost an arm in the field of self-exploding, and at the same time, he had no power to fight again.

Zhao Bin looked at Xia Yu, who silently returned to the camp of practitioners, with a complicated look. Although this monk named Xia Yu is not as strong as Zhao Guan, this heart is not comparable to Zhao Guan. He is calm and decisive. This kind of cruelty is not only for the enemy, but also for himself. If he grows up in the future, his achievements will be absolutely amazing.

He turned his eyes to the monk's side. After these two fights, the morale of the monk's side is getting stronger and stronger. If he doesn't win back a city, then the blow to his own morale will be fatal. The demon clan should also pay attention to morale.

"Ead Elder Zeng, please go to war." Zhao Bin ordered in a low voice that he would no longer fight with these monks, but directly sent the elder-level master, Zeng Qifei, the elder of the ancient city.

"Yes, Elder Zhao." Zeng Qifei happily took the order. He was also aggrieved about these two battles. What kind of fighting game do you play with these monks? It's enough to directly send a master to kill the other party. However, he dares not doubt Zhao Bin's decision. This time Zhao Bin sent him to fight, so he will be ruthless and kill him.

Zeng Qifei stood on the battlefield in the middle, and the powerful momentum emanated without scruples. The whole world seemed to be in the middle of him, fluctuating with the momentum he exuded.

"The eighth master of the Mahayana period!"

The powerful Yi Shuihan and others raised the shield one after another to protect all the disciples around them. At the same time, they retreated tens of thousands of meters again, and then stopped.

Several people frowned. The eighth master of the Mahayana period, only a few suzerains have reached such a high level, and other disciples never have such a level of cultivation.

"I'll do it."

Yi Shuihan said, and then stepped into the battlefield.

"Yi Shuihan, the patriarch of Xuantian Sect, please give me some advice." Yi Shuihan said gently and elegantly.

"This is not teaching, but a life-and-death fight. Since you are a patriarch, I remind you that I will never show mercy." Zeng Qifei said.

"It's the same here." Yi Shui said coldly, and there was a sense of firmness in his tone.

"That's good." After Zeng Qifei finished speaking, when he raised his hand, an ancient mottled city was sacrificed by him to Yi Shuihan. Under the suppression of this city, the surrounding space kept exploding, making a tearing sound, shaking like a rag.

A black shield rose from Zhao Bin's body, guarding all the demon army in it. Mo Tianhua, Xia Jingtian, Shi Hui and so on also supported the shield. The aftermath of the battle between monks in the Mahayana period is a catastrophic destruction for the disciples around him. If there is no protection, I'm afraid none of them can survive.

In the face of the magic weapon sacrificed by Zeng Qifei, Yi Shuihan did not dare to be careless. An ice crystal sword flew out of his body. In an instant, the whole world was filled with a strong chill. Those space cracks that were crushed by the ancient mottled city were frozen.

All the demons and monks held their breath. The battle between the two Mahayana monks has not been met for thousands of years. It is a rare opportunity to witness the battle between the eighth heavenly monks of the Mahayana period. Of course, without the protection of Zhao Bin, Mo Tianhua and others, these people would never dare to watch the struggle between the eighth heavenly masters in the Mahayana period, and any aftershock could make them disappear.

Zeng Qifei did not dare to be careless when he saw the power of the flying sword sacrificed by Yi Shuihan. At his level, he has rich combat experience, and he will never have any fluke psychology, and there is no need to play any conspiracy and tricks. Everything is based on his strength, and Yi Shuihan's strength is enough for him to pay attention to it.

An ancient city full of historical mulberry feeling seems to be slowly pressing towards Yi Shuihan. The upper field is surrounded, and the sky marks of the road form a magic rune on the city, and even the original power of the Mahayana period is added to the magic weapon. This power is enough to destroy a world. Yi Shuihan does not dare to be careless, and his eyes are full of With solemnity, the original magic treasure cold water sword rippled endless sword waves, one after another to meet this ancient city full of magic.