Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 995

Dialect didn't hear the Hua family patriarch's words of warning to the younger generation, but he could see that the Hua family patriarch's actions at the moment must not be playing tricks, and there was such vigorous power in the shadow of the Wuhua sword.

Self-destruct?In an instant, Fang Yan sensed the plan of the patriarch of the Hua family. It seemed that he wanted to blew up the Wuhua sword to injure the enemy. Dialect, who was aware of the movement, just looked at it coldly, and still had no intention of retreating. The power of the blade is even more powerful.

He Bailing, who stopped and watched from a distance, still had a frightened look on his face. He also noticed the movement there, and seeing the actions of the ancestor of the Hua family, Dang even glanced at the dialect, and then saw that the dialect had no intention of retreating. , still bombarding the patriarch of the Hua family there, whispered secretly: "Extremely rampant, although Hua Laoer's Wuhua sword shadow is not a real magic weapon, it is enough to compare with the real magic weapon flying sword, and even better After a long time, even if you use the aura of the thunder to plot against Guiyinzi, do you still need to use yourself to receive a magic weapon that is comparable to the top-level middle-grade spirit weapon and self-explode?"

At this moment, He Bailing suddenly realized that he had been fooled by the dialect before, and the flaw just now was simply because the dialect had deliberately exposed him to let him leave the battlefield. A distracted monk with the lowest strength.

He Bailing muttered with a hint of greed, bloodthirsty, and cruelty on his face, staring at the situation over there, and in an instant, he heard the Hua family patriarch yelling wildly: "Dialect, it's you!" Those who force me, kill."

He Bailing's expression tightened when he heard the shouting, and he shot out suddenly, shooting towards the dialect. Seeing this situation, even though he hadn't seen the result yet, He Bailing's face had already shown A trace of complacency was just an indescribable weirdness caught in the terrified expression that had not yet dissipated.

Yep?Suddenly, He Bailing made a questioning voice. Dialect, who had never planned to retreat before, suddenly urged his body at this moment, as if he wanted to escape the threat of self-explosion and bombardment from the Wuhua sword shadow, but how could the speed of the flying sword be that of a monk? The speed is comparable, let alone just a phantom. At this moment, the Wuhua sword shadow is already an arrow from the string. Even his master, the ancestor of the Hua family, can hardly take it back. Dialect came flying, and He Bailing sneered again: "The misfortune is diverted to the east? If it is still where it is, maybe you and I will be affected. Now that I have escaped, how can I go into this muddy water."

As he spoke, he had activated his exercises and was about to dodge to one side and leave.

"Ah?" In an instant, He Bailing realized something was wrong. A formation power suddenly appeared in the empty surroundings, dragging his own figure, and He Bailing I don't know when there was an extra formation here out of thin air, but suddenly I remembered that when a few of them arrived, it seemed that dialect was just sitting and waiting in the valley below. Was this formation arranged by dialect?

At this moment, He Bailing didn't have the heart to think about anything more, and the most important thing was to get away in a hurry. If it was normal, how could such a formation's power be seen in the eyes of a distracted mid-stage monk like He Bailing? The half-breath time is even shorter, enough to swing the flying sword to kill all the surrounding formation powers, but at this moment, these binding forces have a fatal threat.

All of this happened in an instant, before He Bailing got rid of the entanglement of the formation, Fang Yan's figure had already passed by his side, followed by the shadow of the Wuhua sword.

Because of the slight influence of the formation, the Wuhua sword shadow changed its direction a bit, although it was still heading towards the dialect, but before that, it had to pass by the place where He Bailing stopped.

He Bailing, who once again showed a horrified expression, didn't bother to entangle the power of the formation, and even threw out several magic weapons, urging them all to stop this Wuhua sword shadow, but his movements were a little slower, although Wuhua Jianying blocked it, but didn't push it out, let alone let it go in the direction of dialect again.

The patriarch of the Hua family seemed to have no energy left, or he didn't notice the sudden change here at all, only heard a sound of cursing, and then a loud bang that shook the sky, just less than a hundred feet away from He Bailing. burst open.

The cultivator at the early stage of distraction took a life-threatening blow, and its power should not be underestimated. Although the distance was still more than a hundred feet away, He Bailing, a cultivator at the middle stage of distraction, had already mobilized many defensive skills and treasures, and was still defeated by this A burst of explosive power hit him directly, and he was sent flying towards the back. This time, the power of the formation that was holding him back before was completely blown away.

It was not enough to fall, but He Bailing immediately noticed that his body was injured, the injury was not serious, at least he had to recuperate for several years, but he didn't have the slightest thought about these at the moment. The instant that the sword shadow's self-explosive power had not completely subsided, He Bailing's heart revived a warning sign, and another unparalleled power slashed towards him, which was exactly the dialect of going and returning.

Whether the dialect was deliberately designed or followed the trend, at this moment, He Bailing couldn't care less about thinking about it. When he raised his eyes, he saw a unparalleled sword light coming towards him. This sword light was not much bigger than before. times, the power is even better than the previous killing blade, and there is a flash of will in it.

Is it the power of Taoism again?He Bailing shouted in amazement, at this moment, he showed his extraordinary determination, without any hesitation, even if he threw several magic weapons and blocked them in front of him, two more flew directly towards The dialect over there is also a magic weapon of self-destruction, but He Bailing didn't want to kill the dialect, he just blocked the sword light and the instant of the dialect's figure, and then He Bailing forcibly activated the blood escape technique, Void fluctuations suddenly flashed, and he was about to step into it.

He Bailing still underestimated the power of the Dawu Sword Formation, even if several magical treasures exploded together, it only wiped out part of the sword light, and they came towards him again in an instant, and the sword light slashed straight at him Touching the back of He Bailing's body, with a miserable cry, He Bailing fell into the void and disappeared.

"This time I'm very decisive." Sensing the location where He Bailing escaped just now, Fang Yan couldn't help but secretly said, whether Gui Yinzi or He Bailing, they had guessed dialect's plan one after another, but they all Unexpectedly, from the very beginning, Dialect wanted to plot against Guiyinzi, but later he wanted to plot against the three of them. From the very beginning, he never activated the greatest power of the Dawu Sword Formation. When he just killed Guiyinzi, It was just a matter of urging several flying swords with massive lightning power. The reason for this was to win by surprise, but he didn't expect that He Bailing would not be left behind in the end, and the two magic weapons thrown by He Bailing just now It also caused the dialect to suffer a little impact. Fortunately, with the protection of the Star Burial Robe, it didn't hurt the root, and it recovered after a little time in seclusion.

The dialect, which didn't stay for a moment, once again urged the Dawu sword array to move towards the Hua family patriarch whose breath had weakened over there.

"Do you really want to kill them all?"

The matter happened too fast, and the patriarch of the Hua family, whose breath was much weaker, did not expect such a consequence at all. The dialect did not suffer much damage, but He Bailing was blasted. Even if he wanted to escape in blood like He Bailing, he would have no chance. Now he can't stand the slaying of dialect's sword light like He Bailing. At this moment, the patriarch of the Hua family can only shout .

"Fellow Daoist Hua, you should have this awareness when you came here. If we get along in a different place, will you hold back from me?"

Hearing the words of the patriarch of the Hua family, the dialect did not pause at all, but just let out a cold sound, urging Jian Guang to slash straight down.

If you don't do it, let it go, once you do it, there will be no mercy.

The patriarch of the Hua family, who had activated his own defense again, was unable to block the strongest blow of the Dawu Sword Formation. With a scream, another distracted monk fell into the hands of Fang Yan.

Far away in the forbidden area of ​​the Hua family on another continent, a Hua family child watched in horror as the top jade tablet suddenly cracked, and a mournful howl suddenly came out: "Old ancestor, old ancestor has fallen! gone."

Before many Hua surnamed people realized what was going on, another howling sound came out again: "Senior brother Langshan has also fallen."

At the same time, in a deep cave on a desolate planet, a figure also stood up at this moment: "Who is it, who is killing my body, and killing my body?" A few disciples." In front of him were also several broken jade tablets.

(End of this chapter)