Chapter 484 Concerns

Zeng Qifei's fingers kept pointing on the ancient mottled city. His former home was the master of the ancient city. The ancient city magic weapon in his hand was refined based on the ancient city. According to the ancient books of his family, Wancheng City used to be a unique Taoist weapon, but when it hit the fairy weapon, it suffered a natural disaster and was knocked down and was missing. And this magic weapon in his hand has been infiltrated and refined in the ancient city all year round, absorbing the treasure of thousands of ancient cities. It has long been a magic weapon of the top-level Taoist weapon. It is extremely powerful. In addition, Zeng Qifei practiced the eternal magic city secret of the Zeng family. His cultivation is all on this city pool. At this time, he is a killer as soon as he takes action. Although Yi Shuihan's talent is extraordinary, it is still a little difficult to face Zeng Qifei, who has already stepped into the eighth day of the Mahayana period.

The flying sword in Yi Shuihan's hand was also refined by the Elder Ouye in their Xuanqi Peak. Although the time to be promoted to the top Taoist weapon is not very long, its power is much smaller than the eternal magic city that Zeng Qifei sacrificed for thousands of years. The ice crystal-like sword light sends out the Eternal Magic City. The confused yellow light was cut off, and the eternal magic city sacrificed by Zeng Qifei was deadlocked in mid-air.

Yi Shuihan has just been promoted to the eighth heaven realm of the Mahayana period. Although he is extraordinary, Zeng Qifei's talent is also amazing. Moreover, Zeng Qifei is also a demon clan with magic bones. His qualifications are more advantageous than ordinary monks. In addition, he has been promoted to the eighth heaven of the Mahayana period for more than a thousand years, and his cultivation is profound. It is comparable to Yi Shuihan, a new recruit who has just been promoted to the eighth day of the Mahayana period. At the beginning, Yi Shuihan was comparable to Zeng Qifei, but over time, Zeng Qifei's deep and long mana and great magic power slowly emerged. It is no longer what Yi Shuihan can resist with a top-quality Taoist weapon.

Zhao Bin looked at the battle between Yi Shuihan and Zeng Qifei, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. This time, the victory must be in hand. It seems that Jiang is still old and spicy. These young disciples are still not so reassuring. Elder Zeng's action is different.

Yi Shuihan knew that he was bitter at this time. His magic power was not great. However, the demon clan on the opposite side, who was not tall and had a white beard, was still skillful under the attack of his flying sword and Xuantianzong's skills. Obviously, his cultivation was much deeper than him. At this time, he had little power to fight back by being suppressed by the other party. You can only guarantee that you will not be able to break through your own field and kill your real body. However, if you continue to consume like this, I'm afraid that your field will be broken by the other party, and then your real body will not escape.

Yi Shuihan's mind changed quickly. Sure enough, this demon clan is by no means so easy to deal with. Although they have two battles and one draw, the real master of the demon clan did not take action. At best, this is just a fight with the children's family. Now, the demon clan sends a master casually, which makes him, the Xuantian suzerain, feel pressured and even be great. Lose and lose.

It is not so easy to win this battle. Yi Shuihan knows in his heart that Zeng Qifei in front of him is definitely one of the most difficult opponents he has ever seen. He has strong strength, rich experience in struggle, and profound skills.

"Well, you can't lose this time." A trace of determination flashed in Yi Shuihan's eyes, his mind flashed, and the flying sword in the air was more flexible and more powerful.

Zeng Qifei has been suppressing Yi Shuihan. Although he will not win for a while, he is confident that as long as it goes on like this, at most another quarter of an hour, he will be able to break through the water cold field. This cold water field is not only as flexible as water, but also as cold as ice. Plus, the power is doubled, and Yi Shuihan also integrates the big trace of the road and the source of Mahayana in this field. It has long been different from the general field. The power is infinite, and it is really not easy to deal with. However, there are also shortcomings in such a field. As long as external forces break through the field, it will also cause great damage to the Mahayana monks themselves. Ordinary Mahayana monks will not do this. In doing so, the power is great, but it is a double-edged sword that can hurt the enemy and also hurt themselves.

If it hadn't been for the Mahayana origin in the field of Yi Shuihan, Zeng Qifei believed that he had already taken Yi Shuihan. However, even if there was a Mahayana origin in the field, under his oppression, there would be no storm. At most a quarter of an hour, he would break through the enemy's field and cut it under the ancient magic city.

Zeng Qifei thought that the formulas in his hand were more powerful. In his eyes, he could now close the net.

Yi Shuihan's face was pale, and there was a cold light that was not easy to be detected in his eyes. Yi Shuihan could become the suzerain of Xuantian, and he was by no means a casual person. In addition to suffering losses in front of Zhou Qi, he had never been forced to this extent. However, he had his own proud bones. He would rather stand and die than kneel down.

"Go!"

Yi Shuihan suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and shouted in a low voice. On the dragon-like flying sword in mid-air, he was suddenly stained with a layer of blood, and then stabbed at Zeng Qi like an arrow.

Zeng Qifei didn't think it was surprising at first, but when the flying sword bypassed his magic weapon, the Eternal Magic City, and still flew quickly in his field, he paid some attention to it and mobilized the power of the field to stop the flying sword.

However, this flying sword is like running water. No matter how the power of the field is squeezed, it can find the gap, and with the help of the power of the field, it is faster. In the blink of an eye, it comes to Zeng Qifei, shining red light and stabs his throat.

Zeng Qifei's mind moved, and the ancient magic city hanging in the air seemed to move in an instant. He came to him in the blink of an eye and guarded him firmly.

"Explosion!"

Yi Shui shouted coldly, and this magic weapon exploded instantly and turned into countless small red raindrops. Each raindrop was extremely powerful. In an instant, it left countless deep holes in Zeng Qifei's ancient magic city, which directly destroyed his field. Several raindrops also shot into his body from a tricky angle.

The power of these red raindrops was beyond Zeng Qifei's imagination. A raindrop even pierced the Yuanying baby in his body, making his body immediately severely damaged and depressed.

When Zeng Qifei looked at Yi Shuihan again, he saw that Yi Shuihan had closed his eyes and fell down from mid-air.

"It's fierce enough!"

Seeing Yi Shuihan falling down, Zeng Qifei didn't know what was going on. In order to hit himself hard, Yi Shuihan actually blew up his own magic weapon. Xia Yu's self-explosion field plus an arm compared with Yi Shuihan, that's a little witch.

According to his temper, even if Yi Shuihan had lost his resistance, he had to take off his head, but his Yuanying was pierced, and he was powerless for a while, so he had to retreat. On this expedition, he was completely useless.

"It actually blew up its own magic weapon to hurt the elders of my demon clan."

Zhao Bin also saw Yi Shuihan's method, and his heart was stunned, but he calmed down: "I brought more than ten elders in the eighth day of the Mahayana period this time. I see how many magic weapons you can blow themselves up." He thought coldly.

He can see that although the number of monks on the other side is large, there are only four masters, reaching the eighth heaven of the Mahayana period. Now one of them has also blown up his own flying sword, which is even more negligible. There are only three people left, and on his side, in addition to being a master of the ninth heaven in the Mahayana period, he is also There are more than a dozen masters of the eighth day of the Mahayana period. Even if the other party has a formation, there is no chance of winning. It's just a little strange. How can a little monk who crosses the fifth day of the disaster be side by side with these monks with the highest cultivation?

A trace of doubt rose in Zhao Bin's heart, but he didn't pay attention to it. The monk who crossed the fifth day of the disaster period could kill tens of thousands of people with one finger, which was not taken seriously by him at all.

"Elege Zhao, I'm incompetent and didn't cut off the enemy's head." Zeng Qifei came to Zhao Bin and said.

"Ead Elder Zeng, needless to say, it is a great contribution to win this battle. Go down and have a rest." Although Zeng Qifei did not kill Yi Shuihan, he forced him to blow up his own magic weapon, which was already a great achievement.

On the monk's side, other peak masters of Xuantianzong had already rescued Yi Shuihan, who fell to the ground.

"What a pity!"

Yi Shuihan, who woke up, saw that although Zeng Qifei was severely damaged by him, he did not fall, and a trace of regret rose in his heart. However, this was already the best he could do.

"Master Yi, why are you so impulsive!"

Xia Jingtian, Mo Tianhua, Shi Hui and others came to Yi Shuihan. They didn't know what to say. They blew up their own magic weapon. It would be very difficult to practice again. It can be said that Yi Shuihan's achievements stop here.

"In order not to be enslaved, even if you give up your life, it's not a big deal." Yi Shuihan shook his head, but he looked very open.

"I can't fight anymore, but the command formation is okay." Yi Shuihan smiled and reminded, "The demon clan is strong. You should be more careful."

In fact, there is no need for Yi Shuihan's reminder. Xia Jingtian, Mo Tianhua, Shi Hui and others also know that their strength is comparable to that of Yi Shuihan, but they are forced to this extent by an elder casually sent by the demon clan. Even if they go to war, they can reach the same level as Yi Shuihan at most. If they can fight. Winning is unlikely. For a while, several people are worried. The strength difference between the two sides is too big. The fighting spirit is high, and in the absolute strength, it is also vulnerable.

"Ead Elder Jin, are you also active?"

After winning a game, Zhao Bin was obviously in a good mood. Although Zeng Qifei could no longer fight in a short time, it was obviously much lighter than the sequelae of the self-exploding magic weapon. Moreover, there were only three masters left on the other side. He was ready to force these people to the end. As long as these three masters were solved, there were no masters. Under the auspices, the array arranged by these monks has become a decoration, useless, and it is not for him to handle.