Chapter 142 Demon Formation

The long sword in Ye Xiu's hand is more precious than the materials used by the so-called magic weapon used by ordinary warriors. In this way, the failure of the long sword is naturally much stronger, but I don't know how much, the spirituality of the long sword has disappeared and transformed into an ordinary weapon. Although it is sharp, it is not a spiritual weapon. Even the semi-spiritual weapon is not even, but it can only be said that it is infinitely close to the existence of the semi-spiritual weapon.

And the black beads in Wu Tian's hand are real semi-spiritual weapons! Even if it is only a semi-spiritual weapon, it is not comparable to ordinary weapons. It is extremely powerful. In addition, the evil soldier is refined by Wu Tian himself, which is suitable for himself and has stronger power.

Ye Xiu's face became solemn. The original Wu Tian was already a little difficult to deal with. Now with the black beads, I'm afraid that his strength will be more horrible. Even ordinary foundation-building practitioners are probably not his opponents.

"You succeeded in angering me, and I will let you die miserably." Wu Tian smiled ferociously, and the black beads in his hand flashed black in an instant, and black light shot at Ye Xiu like lightning.

"It's so fast!"

Feeling the black light, Ye Xiu's face was also slightly on one side. The Zhenyuan in his body instantly urged to the extreme, and the sword in his hand kept swinging.

"Ding~Ding~"

The sword light hit the black light, and there was a sound of gold and iron.

"Hum..."

At the moment when all the black light was counted, the sword in Ye Xiu's hand also trembled slightly. Although the sword in his hand was not weak, it was not a real spiritual weapon after all. After this period of time, his ears were only infinitely close to the existence of the semi-spiritual weapon. In the face of the bombardment of the soldiers, Ye Xiu could clearly feel the great pressure.

"Damn it, it can't go on like this." Ye Xiu's face also became anxious.

He has been rich in this long sword for a long time to cultivate his current spirituality. If he continues to touch Wu Tian hard, the spirituality in the long sword will inevitably consume a lot, and he will lose a lot.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiu no longer hesitated, and his body became floating in an instant. The Zhenyuan in his body and the sword spirit of the flame constantly cruised and bombarded Wu Tian. Obviously, Ye Xiu intended to delay the time.

"Damn human beings know how to escape." After several consecutive attacks failed, a burst of anger gushed out in Wu Tian's eyes. He couldn't help Ye Xiu, who was holding the evil soldier, which made him very unhappy.

"If I return to my original cultivation, how can I help you!" Wu Tian hated it in his heart.

At the beginning, he was a real ghost king, which was equivalent to a strong man in the foundation-building period of human practitioners, but he was trapped in the demon array for 40 years. His strength was also very powerful, and even the source suffered a lot of damage. Although after more than a year of recovery, even with the help of evil soldiers, his strength It has not fully recovered, and it has only reached the peak of heaven. If you want to break through to the Ghost King again, you must completely recover from his injuries.

"Die!"

Wu Tian roared, and the black beads in his hand suddenly came out. The black beads floated in mid-air and kept rotating. Countless black lights bursting out of the black beads like bullets, covering all directions in an instant.

“hong...hong...hong..."

The black light fell on the ground and kept exploding, like *, and the whole ground was in a mess. If this was not an abandoned factory outside the city, I'm afraid it would have attracted countless people to watch.

"Ding~Ding~"

The black light that fell beside Ye Xiu was blown away by the long sword in Ye Xiu's hand.

"Death!"

At the moment when the sound of gold and iron sounded, a terrible black gas suddenly fell from the sky and turned into a huge blade and fell in the direction of Ye Xiu.

"Boom..."

The next moment, a terrible loud noise came, and the blade turned into black gas fell on the ground and exploded instantly. The terrible waves overflowed from the center of the blade, rolling up bursts of shock waves and smoke.

The smoke and dust dispersed, and a slightly embarrassed figure appeared in the smoke and dust. He saw a huge knife mark about several feet long and about half a meter deep under his feet.

"Cough..."

Ye Xiu's mouth came with a violent cough. At this moment, his face was pale. Wu Tian's previous blow completely fell on him. If it hadn't been for his body far beyond ordinary practitioners, he would have suffered a lot of injuries, but even so, he was uncomfortable in order to stop the blow. The spirituality of the long sword in Ye Xiu's hand has also lost part.

Thinking of this, Ye Xiu felt a pain in his heart. This long sword was constantly cultivated with his own blood and Zhenyuan. Unexpectedly, his spirituality had not been born and had lost part of it.

"Is this their strength?" Looking at the huge gully on the ground, Ouyang Lan did not swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The previous blow of the ghost king was like a god in the sky, giving people an irresistible feeling, but Ye Xiu actually took down the blow, and it seemed that he had not suffered any serious injury, which was greatly beyond Ouyang Lan's expectation.

At this moment, Ouyang Lan completely realized the strength of the strong man. Although he had seen Ye Xiu's battle before, Ye Xiu faced the strong men on the ground level at that time. Although there seemed to be a lot of battle the night he killed the bandits, Ouyang Lan did not see it after all. He only knew by guess. It's not too clear. Later, in order to deal with Fujita and his party, although Ye Xiu took action again, there was almost no one place for Fujita and others, which only showed Ye Xiu's strength. As for how strong it was, Ouyang Lan still didn't know.

But after seeing the battle between Ye Xiu and the Ghost King, Ouyang Lan clearly and intuitively felt the strength of the heavenly power. Turning over the river is definitely not a lie.

"Hum..."

Just as Ouyang Lan sighed about the strength of the strong man in heaven, a strange fluctuation suddenly came, and then the whole ground began to shake violently.

"What's going on?" Feeling this sudden change, Ouyang Lan's face suddenly changed greatly. The next moment, she seemed to think of something and looked at Ma Guoming sitting on the ground not far away.

At this moment, Ma Guoming's breath was full, and a powerful fluctuation was useful from his body, and the fingerprints in his hand were also getting faster and wider. Ouyang Lan's eyes actually felt that he couldn't keep up.

"Damn it, it's the magic array again!" Feeling the fluctuations between heaven and earth, Wu Tian's face suddenly became difficult to look at.

In those years, he was trapped in the demon array for 40 years. Naturally, he knew the power of the demon array. Once the other party set up the array, he could completely trap it in it. Unless the previous good luck, someone destroyed the demon array, but such a thing could not be encountered. Once it was unnatural luck, and the second time it was even more impossible.

"Go!" Wu Tian didn't mean to continue fighting, and he wanted to leave as soon as he moved.

"Would you like to go?"

A voice came, and the next moment, Ye Xiu's figure appeared in front of Wu Tian.

The long sword in his hand was cut out in an instant, and suddenly a horrible sword spirit surrounded Wu Tian with flames.

"The gods, subdue the demons, subdue the demon array, come out!" With a low roar from Ma Guoming's mouth, the fingerprints in his hand stopped in an instant, and the next moment, a golden light shined straight into the sky.