Chapter 371: Battle for Life

The mana contained in this palm shakes the void, and a faint thunder emerges. Its strength is enough to collapse the whole barren mountain. If it is true, I'm afraid that even the alchemy armor can't protect itself.

Xuan Wuji was horrled and shouted urgently, "Aang Songzi, don't do it yet!"

Just before Xuan Wuji's cry fell, a group of colorful light suddenly stopped between Shen Chong and Xuan Wuji. The colorful light exploded and turned into a thick cloud, and instantly rolled Shen Chong's whole body in.

As soon as he entered the cloud, he could no longer feel any breath of Shen Chong, as if he had been isolated to another world, and the figure of the pine was exposed on the cloud, like flying clouds, laughing and laughing: "I was shocked. I didn't expect this boy to be so powerful. However, the colorful miasma came in and out, inside The toxicity is even more rotten bones and ecstasy. It won't be long before it turns into a pool of blood.

Xuan Wuji took a breath. He knew that the miasma of the colorful clouds had reached the peak of the middle-grade magic weapon. There was a lot of fog in it. Even the strong man with seven turns of the soul would be trapped in it. The poisonous miasma was specialized in corroding the soul of the monks and could not escape at all.

After this relaxation, Xuan Wuji felt a coolness in his vest, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and there was a feeling of escaping from death. Seeing the pine nuts laughing arrogantly, he couldn't help but gushed out a sense of anger:

"How did you get your intelligence? At least this person is also the cultivation of the soul five turns, and his power is comparable to that of the seven turns. If it hadn't brought colorful fans, I'm afraid we would all die here."

Ao Songzi's laughter suddenly broke, and his face was also a little embarrassed: "Please forgive me. It's indeed a mistake, but there is no doubt that what this man showed half a month ago was indeed the realm of three turns of the soul. His strength is not much different from that of the second brother of the Wu family. For some reason, it will soar so much in just a few days. Step."

"Well," Xuan Wuji's face softened slightly, and he was scared and finally showed a trace of joy: "This person may have other secrets, and he must get them all."

"This person also has a lot of wealth. A thousand top-grade vitality stones can be taken out at will. If the prince has enough vitality stones, he can impact the soul five turns. In the future, he will be more qualified to take over the Xuanwu Building." The pine nuts said with a smile.

There are also many sons of Xuanmanshan. Although Xuan Wuji is excellent, there are still several brothers on it. Since Cang Songzi has clearly taken a stand to support Xuan Wuji, he will naturally spare no effort.

"After all, this matter depends on strength," Xuan Wuji nodded: "This man can still last for a few days in the colorful miasma. These 72 best flying swords are also good. Let's collect them first."

Xuan Wuji held his hand and grabbed it, and he had to collect seventy-two Senluo Hell Xuankong Swords. The magic weapon is different from the magic weapon. Without the master's control, he did not have the slightest resistance, and it was easy to capture it.

Although Shen Chong did not fall, he was isolated in the colorful miasma, and his thoughts could not be transmitted. These 72 flying swords were a little scattered. Under the suppression of the three-talented aurora sword, it was difficult to move.

But when Xuan Wuji's claw was grasped, it suddenly mutated and protruded. The seventy-two Senluo hell Xuankong sword suddenly made a light noise, and the yin gas suddenly increased and burst the sky. It not only bounced Xuan Wuji's claw away, but also broke through the blockade of the Sancai aurora sword.

The sword's aperture turns, and the sword is like rain, and it hangs against Xuan Wuji.

"What's going on?" Xuan Wuji was shocked, but his reaction was also extremely fast. He immediately urged three magic weapons to retreat in front of him and firmly protect himself, but the real target of these 72 swords was not him, but the pine tree behind him.

The light and lightning flashed, the cold as a dragon, and the shadow of the sword was dense, and it was strangled all over the world. Although the cultivation of Cang Songzi was not weak, after all, he did not have many magic weapons to protect his body. The only thing he could rely on was the colorful miasma in his hand, and he sacrificed it without thinking about it.

The colorful miasma is worthy of being a medium-grade magic weapon. After a cloud and fog rolled, seventy-two swords of Senluo hell have been collected.

Ao Songzi's face was full of cold sweat, and his heart was also pounding, but before he calmed down, he felt a fierce murderous intention coming from behind, and the hair all over his body immediately exploded, and the haze of death covered his whole body.

"Colorful fans, good things, bring them here."

The cold voice came out, and Cang Songzi only felt a coolness in his back heart. A big hole had been broken from the back to his front chest. A fist exploded in front of his chest. The mana was passing rapidly. Xuan Wuji's urgent shout was heard in his ear, but his mind was a little blurred, and his whole body was as if he had been drained out, and he could not move at all.

"You haven't been involved in the colorful miasma!" Xuan Wuji was shocked, but he did not dare to take action. Under the protection of the three-talented aurora sword, he had retreated.

"Is it strange?" A person came out from behind Cang Songzi. It was Shen Chong who smiled faintly: "Since I know that there is a person hidden around me, how can I be unprepared at all?"

Shen Chong ignored Xuan Wuji. He seemed to look at the dying pine nuts, and then a red flame flew up and instantly burned him into ashes. The source and essence of the soul were extracted, and the colorful miasma of the middle-grade magic weapon naturally fell into his hands.

The colorful miasma is not the magic weapon of Cang Songzi, nor is it a thing of Xuan Wuji. It fell into Shen Chong's hand, but it has penetrated the soul in a moment.

Although it is impossible to fully refine in a short time, he has also mastered the method of opening it. Shen Chong's heart is moved, the colorful miasma is full of light, and the fog is two points, revealing a door.

Seventy-two swords of Senluo Hell Xuankong came out of the door and scattered in the void. Finally, a figure flew out. This person was exactly the same as Shen Chong, and he was transformed by his soul.

Seeing this soul division, Xuan Wuji's eyes shrank: "The origin of thousands of souls is fake and true, and even surpasses the ontology. No wonder it can deceive me. It's hateful."

Shen Chong smiled and then integrated the soul into the body. The colorful miasma shrank into a ball, like a pearl: "As I said, all your treasures are in my bag. If there are any magic weapons, you can use them, or you won't have a chance."

Xuan Wuji's face is getting worse and worse. His right arm has been broken, and the origin of the soul is too far from the other party. There is no chance to fight hard, and the only middle-quality magic weapon has fallen into the other party's hands. With only the three-talented aurora sword, he is afraid that he can't even stop the other party's 72 flying swords.

But after all, Xuan Wuji is the son of Xuanman Mountain. After nearly a hundred years of monition, his knowledge and mind are not as ordinary people. He calmed down in an instant. Suddenly, he laughed and actually restrained his breath.

"Okay, this time it's really my Xuanwu Building. Maybe we can sit down and talk." Xuan Wuji looked at the 72 flying swords around him, and Shen Chong's staring eyes, and he could feel that there was a more powerful magic weapon outside the barren mountain to block the void. The vitality changes within dozens of miles could not be transmitted, so he simply cut off the idea of escaping.

"What, do you think I will let you go?" Shen Chong smiled faintly and was not afraid that the other party could escape or have some other means.

"You dare not kill me, otherwise, you will bear the anger of Xuanwu Tower. You don't know how powerful Xuanwu Tower is. Even the seven sects and nine sects in Youzhou will be three points shorter in front of Xuanwu Tower." Xuan Wuji did not move, as if he was waiting for the opportunity, and he seemed to really rely on something.

"Then what? The pine is dead. Even if I let you go, will Xuanwu Tower give up?" Shen Chong just sneered.

"Aong Songzi is just a slave. How can it be compared with my life? As long as you let me go, I can't even hand over a ransom if anything happens today?" Xuan Wuji said.

"Don't have to be so troublesome. Xuanwu Building may not be able to provoke you now, but you and I will not let you go. Let's imprison you first. If Xuanwu Building really comes to the door, otherwise, I don't mind refining you and integrating the origin into my magic weapon."

Shen Chong did not hesitate at all. He slapped him with one palm. The two sides had become mortal enemies, and it was impossible to pass him because of the other party's background.

"How dare you. I just don't want to work hard. I'm really afraid of you."

Xuan Wuji roared, like an injured beast. His eyes had turned red, and a red pill had bounced into his mouth, emitting a fishy and pungent smell.

"The battle for life!" Qixing suddenly exclaimed, "Sir, be careful. This battle elixir can stimulate the potential of the human body, which is more powerful than Shouyuan's burning, and can increase its power by at least ten times."