The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 125 Five Elements Against the Wind

The magical object of the third person turned out to be a dinosaur-like thing. It opened its mouth wide and swallowed the other four flying swords.

"Infant Transformation Realm is really powerful!" Zhao Wuji was startled, and suddenly felt that his connection with those ten flying swords had weakened a lot in an instant, as if he would soon be out of his control.

"No, you should quickly take back the flying swords, your strength is not enough, you can't completely control them!" Sui Xing hurriedly informed.

As soon as Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth and moved his divine sense, he manipulated the ten flying swords to barely escape from the control of the three magical things, and then quickly retracted them into the ring.

Seeing this, the three Infant Transformation cultivators were immediately overjoyed, and quickly drove their spells to attack Zhao Wuji.

For the first time, Zhao Wuji started to retreat, thinking in his heart, it was really too much effort to fight against three immortal cultivators at the stage of transforming into babies at the same time, seeing the monsters transformed by three magic spells were about to pounce in front of him, he suddenly flipped his palm , a five-color windmill flashed in the palm.

Five Elements Against the Wind!
Zhao Wuji waited for these three huge guys to come to the closest distance to him, and quickly threw the windmill forward.

The windmill turned quickly, rising against the wind, and turned into a size of hundreds of feet in an instant. The three magically transformed monsters were caught by the five-color wind and waves blown by the windmill, and immediately fell to pieces.

The three Infant Transformation cultivators stared wide-eyed and looked at the huge windmill in disbelief: "Isn't it? He even has the first-grade magic weapon, the Five Elements Windmill? This is the legendary treasure that can destroy any five-element spells! "

After using the windmill, Zhao Wuji's strength was almost exhausted, he couldn't help panting heavily, but he still secretly manipulated a flying sword to slip out from under his feet.

This flying sword has a very strange appearance, only the size of a palm, it is pitch black, without any patterns and totems, as soon as it left Zao Wou-ki, it immediately melted into the air, as if it disappeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, the small-eyed cultivator spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression began to slump, his face showed incomparable shock, he wanted to look back, but he had no strength left, and he didn't even say a word , and fell straight down from the sky!

(End of this chapter)