Chapter 538 Alien Armor

He fell into adversity but was lucky. Nearly a hundred warriors admired and sighed for Wang Wujian. Unexpectedly, he really blocked more than 200 desperate Erlang with the strength of one person.

Wang Wujian ignored their worship and took the lead alone in the direction of the Magic Fog Sect.

It is far from enough to get rid of the cold marrow sect. If you want to expand your power, you must include the whole three seas under your banner and gather the power of the three sects to conquer the high-star king vein!

Soon, the field of vision is full of white, or thick or light fog connects the sky and the earth, regardless of the height, and there is no distant scenery.

The Magic Fog Sect relies on fog and has maintained an invincible situation in thousands of years of struggle.

The Magic Fog Sect is far away from the Flame Sect. After some calculation, Wang Wujian can generally conclude that the second patriarch should just fight with the guardians in the Magic Fog Sect.

But not long after they entered the fog, other warriors, including Wang Wujian, clearly felt that a powerful force was approaching rapidly. Obviously, this was the sneak attack troops from the magic fog sect and hurriedly returned after receiving the attack on the general altar.

"Hey hey, it's really a coincidence. If you shoot an ambush circle here, you will definitely get a lot!"

Wang Wujian smiled cunningly.

Divide the troops, and he himself secretly released the Son of Darkness, giving him a chance to absorb energy crazily. Although the people of the Fantasy Fog Sect are used to fighting in the hazy fog, the cunning Son of Darkness is better at attacking. This is a great opportunity, and Wang Wujian will not let go.

Sure enough, the magnificent group quickly entered the fog area. It is roughly estimated that there are about 200 people. From the number, it can be seen that the Magic Fog Sect is much inferior to the Flame Sect and the Cold Sect.

But hundreds of fighters are good players among the elite, and their combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

Wang Wujian raised his heart and was ready to go to war. He didn't expect to rely on the only one hundred and eighty people around him to defeat these rescuers. Moreover, he had to rely on them to attack the high-star king vein in the future, so he still had to preserve his strength under the premise of his own safety.

Where the regiment passed, the fog seemed to be swept by a strong whirlwind, leaving a vacuum, and the cyclone turned very rampant!

The leading fighter was Feiyun, the suzerain of the Magic Fog Sect, who was valiant and majestic, but his armor was bright red, which was very unique and conspicuous in a golden light.

"What's going on? Variation? Or a more powerful suit?"

Wang Wujian asked curiously, and he couldn't help thinking of Ziyan Luozhuang, the treasure of the shock of the seven-star king's vein. If the treasure armor was worn on himself, he would be more confident in the battle, but he would be more at ease if he gave it to Xiaotian to defend himself!

"What the Holy Lord doesn't know is that this is not a mutation or a suit, but that he integrates his own essence while creating armor. That kind of armor may show an alternative color, and its defense or attack power is more than double that of ordinary armor, but it makes the original creation process 100% discounted and plastic. Sex has been reduced to less than 1%. About one of the 100 fighters can successfully integrate into the essence, and most of them are also weak. One attack will be destroyed! There are several major risks, so few fighters will do so!"

A more qualified fighter said to Wang Wujian.

Wang Wujian nodded silently. He must have heard that there could be such a thing. He also had a novelty about such armor in his heart. I don't know how big its defense ability is? Can you withstand the blow of the sky mirror or the Lingyu tree?

"Do not wait, kill!"

Under the order of Wang Wujian, a warrior beside him suddenly released the psychic qi as a hint to other warriors, and this sudden psychic qi also made the fighters of the Magic Fog Sect feel it, and almost stopped in an a flash.

The well-restricted behavior was obviously effective after deliberate training. Wang Wujian praised it secretly and killed it quickly.

The attackers are basically from a long distance, but at close range, they will hurt the same people around them because of the explosion of energy. Therefore, when they feel the crisis, more than 200 fighters are scattered into a strange formation at a staggering speed.

Wang Wujian was a little surprised, but this did not affect his attack, because Wu Ling did not pay attention to the distance, especially Wang Wujian. He could sacrifice magic weapons to hurt the enemy within any range.

The array set up by more than 200 people was originally carefully designed by the Fantasy Fog Sect to fight against such a group battle, but they didn't expect that there was a strong man like Wang Wujian who was unreasonable.

As soon as the imprisoned spirit of the sky mirror was released, most of the warriors felt that they could not breathe well, their limbs were blocked, and their minds were dull for a moment. This made them all shocked. Originally, they were a little uneasy when they heard that the general altar was attacked. Suddenly, they could not even resist. How could they not make people panic?

At this moment, the holy light of the same color as the fog flashed by, and more than a dozen warriors died in an instant.

"We will work together to break the prison!"

The leading suzerain shouted, and at the same time, his whole body bloomed with a terrible red light, extremely enchanting, like a blood demon, and his luster was very strange and ferocious!

Wang Wujian was originally to give them a power. If the purpose has been achieved, there is no need to bear the risk of being repulsed. He quickly put away the repulsive mirror and only protects himself.

At this time, the son of Darkness became crazy. The black figure specially attacked the warriors on the edge. He was getting more and more powerful. He didn't need to entangle his prey to absorb his energy. Basically, it only took a blink of an eye to suck a warrior.

The shouts of killing and screams sounded almost at the same time. The golden light filled the fog and soon opened a transparent space.

The so-called capture of the thief captures the king first, Wang Wujian and He Feiyun both understand this truth, and Feiyun almost immediately targeted Wang Wujian, who played the greatest role among the attackers, and rushed to him without hesitation.

After two faces, Wang Wujian barely tied with him with the protection of the sky mirror.

"Who are you? Why did you help Flame Sect attack me?"

As soon as Feiyun fought, he knew that Wang Wujian was not a warrior, so it was strange why he helped Flame Sect, especially his unbreakable protection and the mysterious imprisonment just now. Even though he himself was not a terrible opponent, his magic weapon was absolutely awe-inspiring.

"Because I am the king of the three seas, those who don't listen to my orders are rebellious. Those who betray me will die!"

Wang Wujian did not drag his way, but directly expressed his meaning.

"Hum, hum, it's ridiculous. Sanzonghai came out of the king, why didn't you inform me!"

Feiyun's face darkened and wiped a disdainful sneer.

"It's not too late to tell you, I'm afraid you can't wake up!"

Wang Wujian said.

"No matter who the king is canonized, you want me to submit to you. I'm afraid you're still a little short. I'm willing to shake hands with you. You go yours, I'll go mine."

With the general altar in mind, Feiyun had to endure that arrogance and said neither humble nor arrogantly.

"Hey hey, shake hands and make peace?" Wang Wujian shook his head with a smile, "You don't deserve it. You should know the strength of the patriarch of the cold marrow. Here, let's see this for you."

With that, Wang Wujian's heart moved, and the full moon machete appeared in his left hand with a roar.

"...Full moon machete? How can this be in your hands?"

Feiyun looked very shocked. His lonely strength was comparable to his own, and the full moon machete was his **. How could it fall into the hands of the boy in front of him?

"He wanted to make peace with me, but I took a fancy to this machete, so I killed him. Now it's me who is the owner of the full moon machete!"

Wang Wujian smiled lightly.

Feiyun frowned. It is not difficult to imagine that the loneliness is dead, and the whole cold marrow sect has also gone. Although the boy in front of him is in a small number, it depends on his calm appearance. Obviously, he has something to do. At least he has enough confidence to keep him calm.

"Then let me see if you are qualified to kill me!"

With a turbid breath, Feiyun rushed towards Wang Wujian like a meteor falling. His whole body was shrouded in thick red light, which looked like a flint falling from the sky, and his momentum was very terrible.

"It's time to test the defense of your set of armor!"

Wang Wujian was in his heart. Although he was ready to meet the attack, he actually secretly mobilized Ling Yushu, waiting for him to suddenly launch an attack when he was just right to make him defenseless.

Seeing that Wang Wujian was so calm in front of such a powerful attack, Feiyun had already prepared in his heart and prepared to defend.

With a strange sound, the holy light flashed again, and the solid concentration fell on the rushing flying clouds.

The thick red light was instantly swallowed up by the holy spiritual light, and his whole body was frozen by the confinement suddenly released by the sky mirror. Although he suffered the strong blow of the spiritual jade tree, he could not fly far to slow down the shock, thus making all the pain converge on his body. The blood-red armor seemed to be painted by blood. The red one is more bright, leaking a very strange brilliance.

Wang Wujian was shocked, and the white light completely disappeared. Feiyun's face was just pale, and his strength and body didn't look serious. There was a stronger fighting spirit in the lingering red eyes.

"Okay, it's really worthy of the high-quality armor that can be fought through a lot of hard work. It's a battle with Ziyanluo, but you're going to die after all!"

Wang Wujian sighed secretly.

Since Lingyushu failed to cause him damage, it's the turn of the Death Tower.

The dark air suddenly filled the air, and after towering, it suddenly smashed.

Feiyun's eyes showed a ferocious sneer, and he raised his head to stare at the death tower with difficulty, disdain for the evil but powerful magic weapon.

The Death Tower hit him, but Feiyun was just slightly shocked. A bright red light spot appeared on the armor, and then returned to its original state. Those little red dots seemed to spontaneously radiate a body-protecting aperture when he was fatally hit. This aperture carried a lot of attack power for him.