Chapter 22 Master Battle 2
Qiao Yun followed the crowd to the back mountain. The peaks of the back mountain are 3,000 meters high, and you can see an endless sea of trees from afar.
On the void of the sea of trees, a middle-aged man burst into a green light fighting spirit, holding a light axe with light green light in his hand. It can be seen that his temples are snow-white on both sides. On the opposite side is a white dress, a thin jade hand holding a cold sword with a cold light and stepping on a lotus-shaped throne. Because it is too far away from Ben I don't know the woman's face. From her wonderful posture and temperament, I know that the monk's appearance is as beautiful as a fairy.
The trees under the void where the girl was located formed a thin layer of ice fog. It seemed that the girl practiced ice skills.
"Stepping into the void--. At least the strength must be at the sixth level.
Everyone took a deep breath. In addition to monks who can fly and wizards to control flying monsters with the help of magic weapons, general fighters and warriors can only fly with the sixth level.
The people watching the battle were like ants in the eyes of the two strong men in the void, and they didn't care about those who watched the battle.
Qiao Yun's slightly childish face flashed with a look of shock and said, "This man's strength has reached the seventh level, and this woman's strength is only level six. However, this woman practiced ice skills, and even I was a little affected.
Whether it is a spiritual weapon or an artifact, there are five elements. The monk pays more attention to the five elements of the magic weapon. If you want to use the magic weapon as you like, you have to practice the five elements of the treasure.
Qiao Yun slightly felt a cold air in his heart, and the fire skills he had practiced just complicated with the attributes of the monk. My strength is low, and I can only say that I have a slight advantage.
The middle-aged man in the void dares not relax at all, because the monks are born to have an advantage. Although the woman in front of her is one level lower than herself, she can compete with herself.
The middle-aged man said in a low voice, "Xianqinyun, is it so unreasonable for you to be so arrogant? I won't give you anything about this elixir.
Xianqinyun sighed and said, "It's better to give me the dragon crumb elixir. This elixir can also improve your strength by up to one-one, but it is very important to me. I'm willing to take a low-class spiritual weapon; Qingyang cold armor is exchanged with you. What do you think?
"Qingyang protects the cold armor? Do you want to change the dragon chip elixir in my hand with a low-class spiritual weapon? This elixir can replace at least one high-quality spiritual weapon. If there is no superior spiritual weapon, everything will be discussed in person. There was no ambiguity in the tone of the middle-aged man and said with a smile, "Although this dragon crumb elixir is not very useful to me, I also know that this elixir is very important to monks. If you don't have this elixir, you can never transform and break through the sixth level. Am I'm right."
In the face of the middle-aged man who had no room for bargaining, Xianqinyun sighed helplessly and said, "That's what has been said, so don't blame Xianqinyun for violating the purpose of the practitioners to seize it."
"Ha, ha, I also want to see that your so-called monks are really as powerful as the legend?"
When the two immediately fought, Qiao Yun was suddenly patted twice on the shoulder and turned to see that the middle-aged man was Wu Chen, the mayor of the town.
Wu Chen smiled and said, "Little brother, I didn't expect you to come to see the fun."
Qiao Yun did not have much prejudice against Wu Chen. He smiled and didn't say too much to him. He paid attention to the battle between a man and a woman in the void.
In the face of Qiao Yun's indifference, Wu Chen had to shake his head and smile bitterly. This little guy was too arrogant.
In the void, the breath bursting out of the middle-aged man's body was several times stronger than just now, and all the fighting spirit on his body gathered on the axe in his hand. Suddenly, the light of the axe burst with a soaring green light, which was indecisive.
The middle-aged man shouted, stepped on his feet a few times in the void, and the axe in his hand cut at Xianqinyun.
Xianqin's rhyme face was as heavy as water, and her left hand made a strange magic seal like a twisted flower. The lotus foot gently under the lotus platform, and her graceful posture quickly flew dozens of feet away and shouted coldly; "get--"
With her cold shout, the Lotus Seat flew away.
The axe smashed the void, accompanied by the whining sound.
"Song-. Boom, boom, boom..."
The axe and the lotus throne collided, and the two energies spread wavyly around. The trees below kept collapsing and the wood chips were everywhere.
The energy spread, and the people standing in the back of the mountain shook twice.
Qiao Yun shook his body a few times, and he was shocked and said, "What a powerful energy, worthy of being a strong man--."
Wu Chen shook a few times before he stabilized his body and said with a wry smile: "This is the strength of the strong man who has reached the peak, which can crush a mountain. Now that the two of them have not shown their real strength, we who watch the battle also have to be careful."
Qiao Yun gave a faint hum. A pair of dark eyes emit a little fanatical light, which is the momentum of the strong.
"Little brother, let's stand away so as not to affect us innocent people." Wu Chen shouted, "For everyone's safety, everyone obeyed my order to retreat 300 meters."
The lotus seat shook violently a few times, making a buzzing sound, and the fairy piano rhyme also shook a few times in the void like the lotus throne, as if it was going to be drowsy.
Xianqinyun's face turned slightly ugly. This middle-aged man's strength is much stronger than he thought, and it takes a lot of effort to defeat him.
The middle-aged man stepped back several steps sharply in the void before stabilizing his body, and his pale face sneered a little. He also knew that Xianqinyun was not uncomfortable. He wiped the blood at the corners of his mouth with his hand and laughed wildly, "The monk is nothing more than that--"
Xianqinyun's white and handsome face smiled a little sarcasticly and said faintly, "Hmm, it's enough to dress you up."
Is that right? Then try my strength--"
The middle-aged man held the handle of the axe in both hands, and his whole body gathered on the axe, faintly finding several illusions of axes.
Xianqinyun's eyebrows were light, and the middle-aged man in front of him dared not neglect at all if he wanted to use his own must-kill stunts. The lotus throne returned to his feet, and the flying sword in his hand emitted a cold light.