Chapter 287 Battle

Then Sanxiu immediately found the strange movement around the fighting platform. His expression moved, and his hands quickly knotted and flipped over. Suddenly, the little sword around the elder of the Wushenzong was a little faster, just like a fast-moving fish swimming in the wind and water. Originally, the little flying sword trapped the elder of the Wushenzong, but the offensive was not fierce. The usual secret method of using the sword as the array is mainly based on sharp attacks. At this time, as soon as the sword array is completely stimulated, it immediately makes the people inside dangerous.

The elder of Wushenzong seemed to be in a hurry under dozens of flying swords. Although he kept controlling some magic weapons to attack and resist, he was easily broken by these flying swords. It is naturally much weaker to compete with the real Xianyang weapon with vitality. In particular, those flying swords were divided into nearly half of the hand that held the stone bowl against the monk of the godless sect, and did not give him a chance to sacrifice at all.

"Open!" Suddenly, he shouted fiercely and controlled all the Xianyang weapons that had been used to emit vitality in his hand and flew out. Unexpectedly, he went through a thrilling and hard attack with dozens of flying swords.

A series of dense sound of bangs sounded on the fighting rooftop. After a moment, in the eyes of the surrounding monks, they naturally saw the results of the hard struggle between the two sides, which made almost half of them marvel. The sharpness of the flying sword is obviously beyond everyone's imagination.

Although the flying sword was blocked for a while on the rooftop, several treasures sacrificed by the decoration of the Wushen Sect were all scarred, and hundreds of small cracks were revealed on the magic weapon. Finally, a ruler-like Xianyang weapon burst under the surge of many flying swords. With the power of the explosion of Xianyang, he blew up 20 or 30 flying swords hundreds of feet away, but under the scattered fingers, he flew back and continued to form an encirclement.

"If that man has no other interests except this sword array, Ye Huanting, the godless sect, is afraid to win." The moon cicada fairy suddenly said.

Pingjiang also saw that on the Doutiantai, the Wushen Sect monk had sacrificed the stone bowl in a short time with several Xianyang weapons to resist the flying sword. The stone bowl turned over and grew in the wind, and finally turned into a large bowl half a foot wide, covering the monk of the godless monk on his head. Then, a thick, gray-yellow thing, like a breath and a thick water liquid, flowed out of the huge stone bowl, forming a huge gray-yellow eggshell around the monk of the godless sect. On the eggshell, something grayish yellow. It keeps flowing, and there is a strangeness. Then, the stone bowl flashed and did not enter the eggshell.

The Sanxiu frowned, but he didn't want to give up. He controlled a few flying swords to quickly cut off the gray yolk egg shell.

"Idiot!" Xu Qingtian snorted softly.

As soon as a flying sword touched the gray yolk eggshell, it cut out a ripple. Then, a scene that made Pingjiang's face suddenly appeared. The circle ripples that had been cut out suddenly rushed out of the eggshell, and then pulled the flying sword like a big hand to the eggshell. Drag it inside.

"Imitation of fairy treasures?!" Pingjiang was shocked and shouted.

"Yes, this stone bowl is indeed an imitation fairy treasure. I have never seen its monk. The first time I met it, I would suffer more or less." Xu Qingtian said.

Do you have to suffer more or less? So, did Master also win the trick in those years? Pingjiang peeked at Xu Qingtian, but did not dare to ask. However, it is not impossible to think of the strange power of this magic weapon.

"Oh, this monk is interesting!"

Pingjiang quickly turned his attention to the fighting rooftop, where the first flying sword was bound. Although the following swords were desperately trying to avoid the eggshell under the control of Sanxiu, they were entangled by a gray and yellow liquid that took the initiative to fly out of the eggshell and could not fly away at all.

Seeing that these flying swords were about to be dragged in, the monk flew his hands with an angry face, and the French seals hit them out one by one. At that time, he saw that on the fighting rooftop, all the flying swords flew to the place where several flying swords were entangled. After a dazzling rotation and circled, it quickly recondensed again. A huge sword five or six feet long, under the power of condensation, the entangled little flying swords also broke free. However, as soon as the giant sword was formed, a huge gray-yellow cloud rushed out of the eggshell and pulled the giant sword.

On the rooftop, it became a strange scene of two monks fighting magic and divine means. However, as time went by, more and more monks made a startling sound and began to talk one by one.

It turned out that the gray and yellow thick clouds were actually nibbling on the giant sword little by little. Although the sharp people of the flying sword had just witnessed it, now under this thick cloud, a little gray spots began to appear slowly, and more and more, getting bigger and bigger.

On Sanxiu's face, his face became more and more solemn. Looking at the huge sword that slowly began to get out of his control, after a period of uncertainty on his face, he suddenly sighed and said loudly, "Taoist friends pass through the sky, and I'm admit defeat!"

The godless monk sneered, but did not mean to let go. He even manipulated the thick clouds to accelerate the surging.

"Please put it on the next horse!" Sanxiu's face also sank, and there was a faint anger in his voice.

"Well, it's not so easy to let you go. Your sword will make up for my cloud ruler!" The godless monk sneered.

"Since Taoist friends insist on doing so, no wonder I have to do my best!"

The words of Sanxiu made everyone's eyes wide open in surprise. Naturally, they knew that they showed weakness before this practice and did not want to have too much evil with the monks of the Godless Sect. Now they are naturally more unwilling to see that their extremely important magic weapon is going to be swallowed up.

The two people on the stage looked at each other coldly. The monk of the Godless Sect looked indifferent and obviously full of confidence in their imitation fairy treasure.

After saying that Sanxiu saw his opponent's contempt for him, he immediately snorted coldly, and then waved his hands again and brushed twice. Two giant swords, which were exactly the same as the trapped giant sword in front of him, were revealed in front of him.

"What, he actually has three of this kind of giant sword magic weapon?"

"This can't be refined by himself. I think it's what he got by chance, and then there should be a matching sword array. Otherwise, if you really want to refine these three magic weapons, I'm afraid it will be used to collect materials and refiners for nearly half of the time."

"Does it mean that he will make two more giant swords bigger and smaller and arrange the sword array? Oh, my God, it's really so... What kind of divine division does this need!"

With the voices of discussion in front of the roof, hundreds of small flying swords all over the sky stabbed into the gray yolk egg shell.