Chapter 129: Unrivaled Fighting

Compared to Tie Wu, Fang Yun paid more attention to Ye Mingzhang, who was a cultivator with thunder spirit roots and was good at using thunder magic.

Although Fang Yun caught the opponent off guard with his fierce sword skills, once he reacted, Fang Yun needed to be careful.

With the crazy consumption of his blood and qi, Ye Mingzhang was suppressed and gasped. He could only continuously release lightning barriers to block Fang Yun's sword slash and release lightning to counterattack.

But for some reason, sometimes a lightning bolt clearly hit Fang Yun, but Fang Yun seemed to be unaffected, not even a moment of stiffness, and still slashed at him indifferently.

His eyes took advantage of the situation to notice the clothes Fang Yun was wearing, and his eyes suddenly became solemn. This was a second-level treasured robe.

Then he became puzzled. Who on earth was this guy and why was he so extravagant.

Ye Mingzhang frowned, turned around to avoid Fang Yun's sword, and took a ring from his waist.

The magic power of the late stage of the weapon refining blew, and the ring stretched to the air, emitting bursts of purple lightning.

Fang Yun naturally knew what it was, and retreated before it rose into the air.

"Thunder from the sky!"

It seemed that it was too late. As the purple lightning flashed, endless lightning enveloped the land around Fang Yun.

Lightning and lightning fell in an endless stream, knocking the black tortoise shield directly away. However, it was a first-class magic weapon after all, and it was not so easy to be destroyed, not to mention that it was made of the black armor tortoise shell with unparalleled defense.

But Fang Yun was not so lucky. Thunder and lightning rumbled, and the lightning came out like a dragon, hitting Fang Yun.

Thunder exploded, accompanied by a violent roar, as if it was struck on a big bell, and the gorgeous purple lightning flashed, stirring up countless smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Fang Yun's expression remained unchanged, without any fluctuations, but he was covered in dust and looked a little embarrassed. His spiritual shield had been shattered, but above his head, there was a small gray-black bell covering it.

"Another top-grade magic weapon, where the hell did you get so many treasures?"

Somehow, Ye Mingzhang always felt a little horrified in his heart. The lightning attack he just released seemed to be less powerful than before.

Fang Yun was not moved by his words and did not answer his question. He threw out three water arrows with his backhand, followed by three fireballs. Many tiny seeds popped out from between his fingers. The seeds grew as they landed and were controlled to wrap around him.

"You are the only one who has treasures, right? I have too!"

Ye Mingzhang is also an old-fashioned high-level cultivator of weapon refining. In his early years, he liked to visit ruins and had several good treasures on him for self-defense.

However, due to an accident, he was seriously injured and had to sell most of his magic weapons in exchange for healing pills. Only one or two handy weapons were left.

He took out a thundercloud handkerchief. When the handkerchief came out, clouds and mist swirled around, completely covering Ye Mingzhang's figure.

And the clouds and mist continued to spread. The clouds and mist were extremely dark, with heavy moisture, just like a thundercloud that was about to pour down a torrential rain.

The cloud moved towards the black bee behind Fang Yun. At this time, Ye Mingzhang was hiding in the clouds and mist, and was planning to rescue Tie Wu first. Only by working together could they have a chance to defeat Fang Yun.

At this point, he didn't know that Fang Yun was obviously a cultivator of the eighth level of Qi Refining like him, but he was still hiding his cultivation and pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger. He was really shameless.

How could Fang Yun let him do what he wanted? He pinched his fingers with one hand, and countless arrows went in all directions.

The arrows broke through the air with infinite force. Although the soft handkerchief in Ye Mingzhang's hand was a soft object, it had unparalleled defense.

The arrow condensed by the water arrow technique hit it and was immediately shattered, turning into water splashes and dissipating.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

Accompanied by the sound of arrows volleying in the air, locusts flew like rain, and the speed of spell casting became faster and faster. This water arrow technique was originally the most proficient spell of Fang Yun. After practicing to the great perfection realm, he could manipulate this technique at will.

The power was entirely controlled by himself. The arrows he cast before were just a casual test. Now was the real power of this spell.

These arrows were faster than one arrow, and one arrow was even faster than another. Fang Yun also blessed them with pure Yuan mana, and various buffs were superimposed. In the process of approaching Tie Wu, Ye Mingzhang could deal with it at will at first.

But at this time, his handkerchief magic weapon had been bombarded and was shaky, so he had to be very alert to deal with Fang Yun's attack.

Fang Yun's eyes condensed, and he chuckled: "I found you!"

He raised the water charm gourd in his hand, and three purple-gold water arrows shot out. After the water arrow technique was perfected, Fang Yun could already manipulate the water source in the air to condense arrows, and no longer needed to use external objects to perform this spell.

But he still carried the water charm gourd with him at all times, because the water charm gourd was loaded with the one-yuan heavy water that he had worked hard to refine. With this spiritual water, the arrows were more powerful, and he could perform the killing move he had realized, "Three fatal chain arrows", named after the novel in his previous life.

After the three arrows were sacrificed, Ye Mingzhang felt endless palpitations, "Danger, I will die!"

Feeling a gust of wind coming, he turned into a rolling gourd without thinking, and then dodged the first arrow. What immortal posture and what graceful demeanor were all thrown behind his mind at this time.

But the second and third arrows that followed made him despair.