The fairy godmother's match changed to take Long Aotian's script

Chapter 406 406. Horizontal pressure
The blade light was picked apart, and flew upside down like a dart, revealing its original appearance, it was a silver-white flying knife, the waves of light dazzled in the sunlight, and there were small cracks on it at this moment.

This is a spiritual weapon that has been sacrificed and refined by monks repeatedly, and it is driven by its master like an arm and a finger.

The Skylight Knife in Pei Xihe's hand had already been promoted to a Magical Artifact, and after just a meeting, the flying knife spiritual weapon showed signs of being broken.

At this moment, the cultivator behind him also revealed his real body. He was a male cultivator who was not too tall. His eyes were sharp, with determination and determination.

He waved his hand, and together with the previous one, a total of eighteen flying knives popped out.

These eighteen flying knives are all third-grade spiritual weapons, with an astonishing sense of killing. After all, it is difficult for even a cultivator to obtain a magic weapon. The eighteen flying knives of this male cultivator echo each other, not weaker than Ordinary second-grade spirit weapon.

Flying knives formed an array and slashed towards Pei Xihe in an instant.

She swung the knife, and the true meaning of the immortal knife way bloomed with infinite brilliance, her clothes fluttered, and the coldness in her eyes flickered.

Perhaps because of Changguang's death, or because of other considerations, all the cumbersome rituals before the official start of the competition were cancelled, and the cultivators went directly into the small space to compete for inspiration.

But the moment she entered the gate of space, she could clearly feel a lot of powerful eyes looking down at this place, and the feeling of peeping did not dissipate until she entered the space.

The coldness in their eyes subsided, even if they kept watching, Pei Xihe would still be able to book the top three seats.

She stepped on seven stars, and her footwork was as graceful as a swimming dragon. Facing the dazzling pincer attack of eighteen flying knives, a huge knife gang appeared, and with a loud bang, all the flying knives were knocked into the air.

The man's spiritual weapon was damaged, and he suffered severe backlash. The corners of his eyes were bleeding faintly, but he didn't stop for a moment. The spiritual power in his body suddenly surged, and the perfect cultivation of Yuanying was fully revealed.

Four grades of Taoism!

Prisoner Dragon Curse!
One after another, small but mysterious runes were summoned by him, at an extremely fast speed, filling the space where she was in an instant, and an astonishing force of suppression spread to Pei Xihe's body.

Sure enough, there is no simple existence for those who can get here, Pei Xihe thought to himself, all of them are the peak combat power of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Her body was wrapped in the Dragon Prisoner Curse, and her aura rapidly declined. The male cultivator's eyes showed a bit of joy. The female cultivator's sword skills were superb, but she couldn't get rid of his trump card.

Prisoner Dragon Curse, the top Taoism, if it achieves great success, even supernatural races like real dragons can be bound by one or two, and its suppressing power can be called the most among the third-rank Taoism.

With a thought in his mind, the eighteen flying knives that were on the verge of breaking floated again, and he couldn't help feeling distressed and annoyed.

Suddenly, the knife flew across the sky, piercing Pei Xihe's vitals and the Yuan bronze medal.

But there was a burst of intense and dazzling light, and even Nascent Soul cultivators had to close their eyes for a while, feeling the sting.

Promise Skylight!

The light around Pei Xihe's body gradually dimmed, and the Dragon Prisoner Curse completely disintegrated. Her body exploded, and the mana that filled the sky ruthlessly bombarded her body.

With a swipe of the long knife, the true meaning of immortality has already passed through his body, leaving only a little life for him.

The Yuan bronze medal could not be stored in the storage utensils. Pei Xihe swept away his mental power, and the silver-purple mental power immediately turned into a sharp pyramid and stabbed at a place on his body, smashing his bronze medal immediately.

A burst of light flashed, the bronze medal was broken, and the cultivator was eliminated. The male cultivator showed unwillingness in his eyes, but he was helpless, and was teleported out of the small space.

At this moment, her thoughts turned into butterflies, and the silver and purple butterflies flew, and quickly searched for the place where the inspiration was hidden. The butterfly wings were like knives, and directly cut through the covered boulder, revealing thirteen inspirations underneath.

As soon as Pei Xihe took his own bronze medal and raised it, the inspiration was attracted and flowed into it.

With these eighteen thousand ideas, if you want to secure the top three, you have to get six thousand.

Then take your time.

The Tianguang knife turned into scattered radiance and merged into her body, and she spread out her thoughts, combined with the induction power of the Yuan Bronze Medal to search for other hidden places of inspiration.

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In the blink of an eye, a day passed, and the speed of the Nascent Soul cultivator was as fast as light, and it was not unusual to cross thousands of miles in a day with full power.

This small space does not exist like a secret realm, and its scope will not be as vast as a small world. In just one day, the cultivator who entered the space has already turned it upside down, and all [-] ideas have appeared. It also means that the competition among cultivators has officially kicked off.

Pei Xihe came all the way to search, and when she met a fellow Dabi practitioner, she drew her sword and fought. She has powerful mana, profound Taoism, and has stepped into the fifth realm of the Dao of the Sword. She is not an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator. The enemy of the sword.

In this way, while searching and capturing, there was no change of the sun and the moon in the small space, and thirteen hours passed without realizing it, and 930 ideas were accumulated on the bronze medal at Pei Xihe's waist.

Pei Xihe licked his lips. The red light of the bronze medals before meant that all [-] ideas had been absorbed. These bronze medals have a mutual induction and can know each other's position. This cannot be concealed, and it is Dabi's. one of the assessments.

The more inspirations she has, the brighter the dots on the bronze medal that symbolize the position will become brighter. She has nearly four thousand inspirations, thanks to her speed far beyond the same realm, her majestic magic power, and the speed of each duel. Quick decision.

She took off the bronze medal at her waist, and there were red dots reflected on it, more than a dozen of which were rapidly approaching her direction.

been watched.

Pei Xihe put away the bronze medal, the mana all over her body was like a dragon waking up from a deep sleep, her breath exploded suddenly, and horses transformed from several spiritual powers galloped towards her figure.

But what Taotao's spiritual power fell to hit was only an afterimage.

Pei Xihe's real body was revealed again, covered with a layer of pale golden runes, shining like the morning glow, with the supernatural power of the Golden Crow, between the spread wings, the long wind cannot chase.

She turned around and lowered the saber, her brows were calm, only a sharp color was revealed in the center of her pupils, her figure flashed suddenly, the saber suddenly rose, and she went all out when she met her face, her magic power surged, and her immortal true meaning was overwhelming. In a short period of time, she The Nascent Soul Consummation cultivator who was close to him was swallowed by the knife gang before he could use his full strength in the future.

Sensing that the cultivator's life was dying, the yuan bronze medal spontaneously shattered, turned into a layer of light film, and sent it out of this space.

A burst of inspiration merged into Pei Xihe's bronze medal, her black hair flew up, her clothes fluttered, and she was already heading towards another place to kill.

I don't know which cultivator hid in the dark and said loudly: "Everyone join hands!"

These cultivators who came to besieged were all leaders of the human race, so they naturally knew that Pei Xihe's ability to have nearly four thousand inspirations alone was not due to luck.

It's better to work together to defeat this person, and then make a division.

Several magical powers and Taoism are being operated, and the coercion is rising little by little. Behind Pei Xihe, a round of bright moon is transformed. The space to go to prevent the cultivators hiding in it from moving.

Then came the idea of ​​head-to-head.

The female cultivator hidden in the space showed her figure, wearing a silk belt embroidered with white lotus and hazelnut patterns, making formulas with her hands, moving her lips and teeth, motivating the power of heaven and earth with invisible words.

"Five Daoes of Profound Thunder!"

The female cultivator yelled, and completed the Taoism in just half a breath. With a finger point, the five-colored mysterious thunder coincided with the five-element way, and the flying white silk swam like a dragon out of the sea, attacking and killing Pei Xihe .

A brilliant knife.

Cleaving the thunder, tearing the ribbon, Pei Xihe bathed in the light of lightning, only the blood on the surface of the body, but the breath was not damaged at all, and it was even stronger. He swung his knife again and eliminated the female cultivator.

After two shots to suppress and kill the opponent, there was an invincible posture, which made these besieged cultivators secretly frightened!
(End of this chapter)