Chapter 12 Receive

Mo Shoucheng couldn't help moving his pace. Although he is still behind Sikonglan and can support the other party at any time, he can clearly see Sikonglan's every move.

He couldn't take his eyes off and experienced the change of each seal of Sikong Lan. The more he looked at the role of each hand, the more excited he became. Finally, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and learning every action of the other party.

"It turns out that these ordinary knots can still have such a change!" Mo Shoucheng was secretly surprised and only felt that he had benefited a lot from this moment. Originally, there were many puzzled and confused points in my practice, but the answer was in Sikonglan's action at this time.

The practitioners of the imperial sword period are indeed completely different from the Yuanying period. They are not only different in quality and quantity, but also greatly different from the understanding and manipulation of power.

Seeing this, Mo Shoucheng suddenly had a little fear and a trace of joy - because he suddenly thought that he had fought head-on with a practitioners in the cloud period. The reason why I was secretly happy is that I finally subdued the other party.

"It's just... The battle also relied on teaming up with A Lan, and there was Zaifu Chang, a master who broke the air." Mo Shoucheng frowned, and a feeling of unhappiness suddenly appeared in his heart. He thought to himself, "The devil of Pane said that we should be three against one. It's normal for him to be unconvinced. It's just..."

"It's just that one day I have to compete with this devil with my own strength! Let him die, and he will die convincingly!"

He thought of this, and Sikong Lan on the other side was finally ready to collect the fairy weapons. At this time, he closed his palms and shouted softly, "Come!"

As soon as the words came out, the sword body was full of hands, and the flying sword with dazzling light suddenly flew out, centering on the fairy weapon lying quietly on the ground and repeatedly drew a circle.

The circle gradually surrounded a mass of white light, wrapping the fairy weapon layer after layer, and then the fairy weapon suddenly vibrated. It seemed that the bird that was about to break out of its shell was struggling in the eggshell, jumped on the ground several times, and then floated from the ground and hung in the air.

At the moment when this fairy weapon floated, the five horns of the five horns of the five-pointed star emitted cyan fire light at the same time, and instantly penetrated the barrier arranged by the flying sword. These five green lights seemed to have life intelligence. After breaking through the barrier of the flying sword, they turned in the air at the same time, gathered into one, and attacked straight to Sikong Lan.

Sikonglan didn't know the attack range of this fairy weapon before, so she made a mistake and suffered a big loss. This time, Ben made a calculation and stood outside the scope of the automatic attack of the fairy weapon. But how can I get the counterattack of this fairy weapon, which is so flexible?

"Knot!" Although he was shocked, Sikong Lan had long known that it was not easy to collect fairy weapons. Although something had happened at this time, it was still in his prediction. He immediately recalled the flying sword, sealed it with both hands, and put a stricter prohibition in front of him.

Seeing the sudden attack of the fairy weapon, Mo Shoucheng immediately felt a burst of panic - this feeling is not fear, but more like excitement and excitement. He almost wanted to take action immediately to help Sikonglan. In the end, he was still forced to suppress himself - at this time, Sikonglan could resist it, and it was not the key time for him to take action.

At this time, Sikonglan's flying sword was full of hand decisions, and the owner continuously injected Zhenyuan, which had already had an amazing momentum. But only on the green light emitted by the fairy weapon, there was a sound of sadness.

The flying sword can't speak, but it will tremble, buzz, and shatter!

"Is it still too reluctant!" Feeling that the flying sword was gradually getting out of his control, Sikonglan shouted unwillingly, and the Yuanying in his body roared crazily and improved Zhenyuan's vomiting again.

Of course, Sikonglan knows that although his flying sword is not ordinary, it only belongs to the category of spiritual weapons, which is too far from the level of immortal weapons. But he never expected that the flying sword he controlled with all his strength was barely equal to the counterattack power issued by a masterless fairy weapon.

It's just that if this situation continues, I'm afraid that my flying sword will be broken! Thinking of this, Sikong Lan finally made up her mind. While pushing it out with one palm, she took back the flying sword, reduced it, and finally put it into the Dantian in her body.

Next... he has to rely on his own original power to subdue this unruly fairy weapon!

The Zhenyuan immortal power waving from the palm gradually formed a fan shape under the clever use of Sikonglan, wrapping the green light. In this instant, the blue flame suddenly burst, and the power of power not only doubled?

The fairy weapon suddenly reacted violently, and Sikonglan's cultivation reaction was first-class among practitioners in the imperial sword period, and he was also caught off guard. In an instant, the green light suddenly penetrated into his body and swam violently in the meridians.

The temperature of the green light was terrible. Sikonglan's face changed sharply and turned the offensive back to the defensive position, but she still felt wrong. The real elements in her body were continuous, and the defense laid could only be blocked for a moment, which could not offset the power of the green light.

The power of the fairy weapon's counterattack rushed into Sikonglan's body and directly impacted the other party's Dantian Qihai, as if it were a greedy python, showing its fangs at Yuanying in the Dantian Qihai.

Although the slight change in the middle is unknown, he can also see that his face is wrong after Sikong Lan took back the flying sword. At this time, he was suddenly short of breath, his handsome face was pale, and he immediately knew that something was not good. He immediately stepped forward, shouted fiercely, and put his palm on the other party's back. The moon formula broke out, and the pure Zhenyuan immortal power was as before, turning into a clear stream and gurgling.

The palm of his hand was close to Sikonglan's back, and the strength of the fairy weapon suddenly found a new breakthrough. He immediately confronted Mo Shoucheng Zhenyuan and fought with Sikonglan's body as the battlefield.

Like fire and clear water, two different vigors hovered in Sikonglan's body, and with his own Zhenyuan, his body was almost turned upside down for a moment. However, even if Mo Shoucheng extended a helping hand in time and took his cultivation as his strength, it was still a drop in the bucket. However, with a cup of tea, Mo Shoucheng immediately felt helpless.

But the amazing hot momentum from the fairy weapon seems to be surging like the sea, breaking the defense lines woven by the two hands one by one. In an instant, it has invaded Mo Shoucheng's body.

The blood in the body is boiling, which is the feeling of Sikonglan at this time.

Except for the Dantian Qihai that I tried my best to protect, there is no corner of my body that is not full of hot energy, and the overwhelming despair will drip from head to toes.

"I still look down on the power of this fairy weapon!" Sikonglan cried secretly in her heart, but she felt a little strange - although she had been devoured before, how could she be so powerful now?

The white skin gradually turned red, and the blood vessels under the skin swelled up, like a balloon that was about to burst. As the power on the fairy weapon continued to pour into the body, Sikong Lan's seven orifices flowed blood color fog at the same time - it turned out that the blood in the body could no longer stand the fire and evaporated!

Even Sikong Lan can't stand it, let alone be honest. Although the fierce momentum of the fairy weapon has been buffered by Sikonglan's body and has weakened a lot, it is still not resisted by Mo Shoucheng.

The blood fog slowly rose from Mo Shoucheng's nose, and the fishy smell made Mo Shoucheng feel the smell of death.

Although he couldn't see Sikong Lan's face in front of him and didn't know what the other party was feeling at this time, he still clearly saw the bloody fog on the other party's head... And he, he has reached this point at this moment!

"Will I die here?"

The blood in his body boiled, roared, roared, and turned into fog. It flowed out of his breath, soared from his pupils and gradually gathered on the top of his head. Mo Shoucheng didn't know whether his face was red at this time, or pale because he was so close to death. But he subconsciously and subconsciously wanted to pull back the palm on Sikonglan's back - I, I want to live, as long as I leave him...

But how can I give up my friends?!

The idea came to his mind, and Mo Shoucheng immediately eagerly denied it - why did he have such an idea? But this idea is lingering, as if a devil whispers in his ear: your own life is the most important thing, and others will die. What's more, you are not related to each other. Why do you want to kill yourself here? Could it be that you have forgotten your bloody hatred? The law of the jungle in this world is the truth. If he can't control the fairy weapon, he deserves to die. Why don't you let go?!

The law of the jungle in this world is the truth... This sentence seems to have been heard somewhere. Mo Shoucheng felt that his eyes were gradually in a trance, as if he had a fever when he was a child. He felt dizzy and his body was gradually weak.

But at this time, the palm suddenly felt a powerful vibration, and the body of Sikonglan in front of him broke out, shaking him away. This force is strong, but it is not hot or even hostile. Mo Shoucheng immediately realized that it was Sikong Lan's luck to shock him away, just because he didn't want to involve himself.

In an instant, he understood this. At this time, Mo Shoucheng didn't want anything else. With an angry shout, he turned up from a carp on the ground and rushed up again, trying to put his palm on the other party's back again - everything else, so much about him!

His eyes turned red again, and his trance consciousness was uncontrollable, as if a fire had been ignited in his body. Mo Shoucheng only felt that the murderous intention in his heart suddenly surged into his heart, and turned into an endless anger against the fairy weapon, which almost dominated his heart in the blink of an eye.

But just then, the fairy weapon suddenly shook.

Sikong Lan was already desperate. It only took the last effort to bounce off Mo Shoucheng, and then planned to close her eyes and let her fate. Unexpectedly, at this time, the green light and the hot strength suddenly faded from his body and disappeared in an instant.