Chapter 1570 Confrontation
Chapter 1570 Confrontation
Facing the weird vortex in front of them, Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian couldn't help but change their colors in shock.
This thing is somewhat similar to the legendary spatial turbulence.
Of course, the power is not the same.
But at least the nature is the same.
can devour everything.
But at this moment, there is no room for the two of them to change their moves.
With a loud shout, Lin Xuan poured all his mana into Moyuan Sword. Tian Xiaojian's performance was similar, and there was no time to hide his clumsiness now.
The silver light was dazzling, and the size of the unicorn suddenly increased by a circle, and it crashed into the whirlpool fiercely.
The sound of whoosh whoosh came to the ears, and the power of the jade comb Lingbao did not show weakness, and the golden threads all over the sky, like a gust of wind and rain, also plunged into the whirlpool.
For a moment, the two colors of gold and silver reflected together with the deep blackness of the vortex, the suction stopped abruptly, and the surrounding air seemed to be stagnant.
Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed slightly, faintly, and he also realized that the opponent was using a space-type spell, which was so terrifyingly powerful, that he actually blocked the combined blow of himself and Tian Xiaojian.
You must know that the two of them are not using ordinary treasures. These old guys in the late stage of clutching, one or two, really have the skills to press the bottom of the box.
King Wan Jiao is not having a good time.
In fact, with his realm, it is far from enough to master such a powerful spatial supernatural power, but the monster race is different from human beings, and has various talents.
This is the effect of blood inheritance.
The reason why Wanjiao King was able to cultivate to the late stage of separation and reunion, apart from hard work and coincidence, there is another very important factor, it has the bloodline of the divine beast "Jiaofeng".
Of course, it is very thin, only a trace.
But also enviable.
Xiaofeng is not an ordinary demon clan, but one of the nine sons of the real dragon.
ranked third.
According to legend, God is a blessing and a curse, and he is good at the law of space.
If the supernatural power in front of him is displayed by Xiaofeng, the power will reach an unimaginable level, and King Wanjiao is a bit like a tiger.
But Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian were just clutching and reuniting. At this time, the joint attack of the two was unexpectedly blocked by him.
The stalemate lasted only a few moments, but to the two of them and the monster, it seemed like hundreds of years had passed.
Afterwards, the sound of cloth being torn was heard, and countless tiny cracks appeared on the edge of the vortex.
It was small at first, and soon spread outward like a spider's web.
The black light began to shrink sharply, and then the whirlpool collapsed completely.
However, Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian did not have their wish. Although the opponent's spell was broken, their attacks were also exhausted to the point of exhaustion.
The unicorn turned into a faint phantom, and only a few tens of thousands of gold threads remained...
Roar!
King Wanjiao's face was full of exhaustion, but he still opened his mouth wide open, and a thick monstrous aura gushed out, consuming the last attack.
The two teamed up to sneak attack, but it didn't have the slightest effect, let alone the Wan Jiao King, the other party didn't even get hurt at all.
Lin Xuan's face was extremely gloomy, his right hand was turned over, and the Moyuan sword had slipped into his sleeve.
Although the Tongtian Lingbao is powerful, there are many constraints in its use.
It takes one breath just to inject spiritual power.
This amount of time is just a moment for ordinary people, but in the eyes of monks in the separation and separation period, they can complete hundreds of attacks.
So one blow had no effect, so Lin Xuan naturally didn't plan to use the Moyuan sword to fight.
With a flick of the sleeve robe, the Wujin Dragon Armor Shield flew out, turning into a bright curtain of light in front of him.
Before attacking, defend first. Facing old monsters of this level, it is absolutely right to be careful.
Then Lin Xuan sacrificed the nine-day bright moon ring.
There was a hint of worry on his face, and I'm afraid there will be a hard fight next.
Not far away, Tian Xiaojian's whole body was wrapped in black air, but at such a short distance, even if his consciousness was suppressed, he could still see clearly.
In front of this kid, a white bone shield hovered and fluttered.
The Netherworld Broken Heart Sword has also been sacrificed by him.
However, neither of them had the intention of attacking. Whoever makes the first move will attract the full-strength counterattack of the old monster in front of him first, and then the attacking person is only as a support, relatively speaking, it will be much easier.
Although they joined forces, Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian were not on the same side after all. The two of them would not do such a stupid thing that set them on fire.
With the majestic monster aura, accompanied by the roar of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the dragon with a length of more than 20 feet disappeared without a trace, replaced by a monster with a human body and a dragon head. There are electric lights flickering on it.
But the electricity was black.
King Wan Jiao's eyes were also blood red.
He was attacked as soon as he left the teleportation formation, and he was naturally extremely depressed. If he hadn't reacted quickly, and he was of the blood of mocking wind, he used the space secret technique in time, and was hit by two spirit treasures. Even if he didn't die, he would definitely be seriously injured up.
At this time, when he saw clearly the person who was attacking him, his eyes were even more murderous.
It turned out to be those two naughty guys.
Wan Jiao King was ignited, and his demonic aura was so berserk that it couldn't be further increased.
Naturally, Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian would not show weakness. Although they were unwilling to make the first move, they had the same momentum to resist each other.
After all, if a master fights, if he can't fight in momentum, he will lose by three points if he doesn't fight.
Both of them knew this truth well, the terrifying spiritual pressure burst out from their bodies, and even though they were still invincible under joint efforts, the monster aura emitted by the other party had little effect on them.
Gang winds blew across the area for several miles, and it had been razed to the ground just now. At this moment, it was plowed again.
The confrontation between the three monks in the separation and reunion period was no small matter, but at this moment, the light of the teleportation array lit up again.
Lin Xuan couldn't help frowning, although most of his energy was still concentrated on Wanjiao King, but a strand of it also parted and seemed to float to the side.
God knows whether it will be friend or foe.
The halo flashed, and several figures appeared in sight at the same time.
Lin Xuan couldn't help being startled, but then calmed down again.
Although there were many people who came, they were only some Nascent Soul stage cultivators.
Three men and two women.
These three men were dressed strangely, they were actually a monk, a Taoist priest, and a tattered man who looked like a beggar.
One of the two women looked to be in her twenties, with a beautiful face, but her skin was extremely dark.
There is another one who is in his seventies and eighties, with white hair like silver, and a rather stern face.
Among the five, the cultivation of the white-haired woman and the beggar topped the list.
They are all in the late Nascent Soul stage, and the other three are not low, and they are also monks in the mid-stage Nascent Soul.
If these five people walk together, they will not be underestimated wherever they are placed. Even the five major forces in the Twelve States of Tianyun will not rashly offend monks of this level.
What's more, judging by the clothes of the five people, they are still casual cultivators, so they are even more people who cannot be provoked.