Chapter 251 Battle of Wisdom

The best weapon of demon cultivation is their bodies, and as dragons, when they transform into a half-demon form, not only have this change in the head of dragon, but also have a thick layer of scales on the appearance of the body.

There was no retreat. Mu's right hand clenched into a fist, sparks splashed everywhere, and suddenly rubbed against the air with a sharp sound.

At this time, the old man seemed to feel the strength contained in his Mu's fist, and his body quickly retreated backwards. At the same time, his right hand trembled, and the soft sword in his hand suddenly made a "shout", like a ripple on the surface of the water, and like a coiled poisonous snake, suddenly rolled up to the Mu.

The light shines, and the true spirit contained in the sword quickly shot into the dusk under the constant stirring of the old man.

"Hang, Hm, Hm..." However, those rays did not seem to cause substantial damage to the twilight, but only hit a crisp sound on the surface of the twilight.

"You can't even break my scales. How can you defeat me?" At this time, there was a sudden burst of ridicule, and the outstretched fist suddenly wrapped around the purple light, making a "crackling" sound in the space, which made people's scalp a little numb.

Although the light inspired by the old man's soft sword does not break the scales of the twilight on the surface, it is the best spiritual weapon after all. Each light hits the body of the twilight like ten thousand horses galloping, which also causes the body of the twilight to stop.

"Pa, Pa, Pa..." With the opportunity, the sword in the old man's hand trembled more violently, and the whole space suddenly hit the sword and shadow, and the wind that was not easily rolled up, crashed around crazily.

The soft sword is different from the regular flying sword. The soft sword is a word "profit", a kind of arrogance that does everything, but in the blink of an eye, there are tens of millions of sword marks around it, and each sword mark then penetrates through the wall, revealing deep sword cracks.

Under the attack of those swords, the twilight at this time is also miserable. It is also the sword light inspired by the best spiritual weapons. The power contained in it also draws blood marks on the twilight, and what makes the twilight more annoying is that the old man's body keeps retreating, and he can't get in at all. If he goes on, he will Undoubted defeat!

Looking at the old man's tactics, Yang Qian also took a cold breath. Although Yang Qian did not know what the old man's cultivation was, because of the limitations of the environment, he could not transform the body, so he suffered losses in terms of speed and attack power. The old man grasped this and kept fighting with Mu You, with his own strengths to attack. The old man is really smart.

But for Yang Qian, he never thought of this problem. Yang Qian himself used his strong combat power to directly defeat any monk. Of course, with Yang Qian's strength at this time, this is also the simplest and most shocking, but everything has a chance, which is equivalent or powerful. In a slightly weak situation, it is obvious that the old man's method is the best choice at this time.

Soon the old man's playing style also angered Mu. At this time, Mu suddenly stopped, and a small purple dragon suddenly appeared in Mu's hand. Then Mu pushed his hands, and the purple dragon roared away at the old man.

Compared with human practitioners, the body of the demon clan is much stronger, but at the same time, the demon clan also has demon power, and some powerful demon practitioners control some powerful energy, like Twilight, that is, they control a certain thunder power.

In the blink of an eye, the purple dragon came to the old man.

The power of thunder surpasses the power of the five elements and has a strong destructive line. Feeling the breath emitted by the purple dragon, the old man also frowned. He also knew that the purple dragon was not so treatable.

However, if you can come up with a way to fight, it can well explain the old man's wisdom. At this time, the old man hurriedly withdrew the soft sword, and a large amount of true qi rippled from the old man's body and quickly poured into the soft sword.

"Oh..." A loud voice suddenly came from the soft sword, turning and touching, and a wolf-shaped shadow suddenly appeared in the soft sword.

On the arrogant head, the horrible big mouth was completely open, and the hair on the body stood up one by one with a little halo, especially the claw on the chest kept waving, as if it could tear everything.

"Is this an artifact?" Looking at the wolf-shaped shadow, Yang Qian was also stunned and muttered.

Yang Qian knows that general spiritual weapons have wisdom. If they have spiritual spirits, not only will the level of the magic weapon be improved, but the magic weapon will also have the characteristics of the magic spirit. More importantly, the spirituality of the magic weapon will also increase much.

For example, Yang Qian's rosefinch sword, the spirit inside is the red bird, and the red bird itself is a fire mythical beast. After getting the help of the rosefinch, its strength has soared a lot. The scorching flame is comparable to the sky fire, so the rosefinch sword also has this kind of flame burning, just because the flame under its control still hits the sky. Above the fire, so the characteristics do not appear at all, but not everyone is like Yang Qian, so for other monks, this characteristic is extremely important.

However, Yang Qian is not very optimistic about the old man's wolf spirit. After all, Yang Qian has never heard of a powerful wolf demon cultivation.

The purple dragon passed away in a blink of an eye, and the spirit's body slightly changed to the purple dragon.

"How dare you let that spirit fight!" Looking at the old man's movements at this time, Yang Qian also wiped a cold sweat.

The power of thunder contains the vast spirit of heaven and earth, which has a strong lethality for the monks in the state of Yuanshen. Yang Qian knows this clearly from the two-headed tiger. Obviously, the old man is extremely unwise to do so.

However, what surprised Yang Qian next was that the instrument suddenly disappeared, and the soft sword returned to its original appearance. A powerful sword vortex suddenly smashed the purple dragon!

"Damn it, the old man even cheated me!" Looking at the situation at this time, Yang Qian just cursed in his heart.

The essence of the spirit of the soft sword is to further integrate it with the soft sword. With the soft sword as the body, the power of thunder can't hurt the spirit, but Yang Qian doesn't understand how the spirit can be so powerful, just smashing the purple dragon face to face.

"It's not good!"

The purple thunder in the sky, at the moment when the purple dragon broke, sprinkled all over the sky. Those traveling purple thunders were like starlight dots, what was beautiful, but at this moment, the purple light suddenly dissipated, and a single horn suddenly stretched out of the thunderlight. Under the purple light, the unicorn was even more strange.

Soon after the unicorn, a figure suddenly jumped out of the purple light. The shadow waved its fist and roared loudly, as if venting the anger in its heart. A strong sense of destruction suddenly rolled over to the old man.

Yes, that shadow is exactly. The seemingly powerful purple thunder is just a false move. What Mu wants is to let the old man wave a soft sword. Without the help of the magic weapon, Mu can get closer to him better. At the same time, he can also catch the old man off guard.

The hard collision with the demon clan is the last thing that human practitioners want to happen, but at this time, the old man has no choice but to do it. In the blink of an eye, his body has come to the old man. The magnificent momentum, like a tall mountain, pressed directly on the old man, and the weak body seems to be directly crushed by this momentum!

This sudden change was also unexpected by the old man, and it was obviously too late to retreat.

In desperation, the old man gritted his teeth, and the true qi surged crazily, like a calm sea suddenly burst into magnificent waves. The circle of true qi was very densely wrapped around the old man, and the old man's whole body was also looming in the flowing true qi.

"Kka, Ka, Ka..." However, in the blink of an eye, Du's fist finally fell on the old man. Under the strong bombardment, the dense true shield quickly sank inside, with dense lines, like a broken egg shell, which had obviously reached its limit.

"Boom!" The true shield finally couldn't withstand the huge bombardment and turned into fragments, and the strong fist directly bombarded the old man's body.

There was no change. After the old man's body was bearing this punch, his body instantly turned into an I-zig shape and flew out.

At the same time, the soft sword also entangled the dusk at this moment.

Just in the blink of an eye, Mu's body was completely stirred in.