Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

A pure assassination weapon with all its attributes focused on stealth and attack.

If Lu Wenwu did not have an almost instinctive sense of murderous intent, his head would have been pierced.

"Sleepy!"

Zhao Changhe circled in the air, and the sword intent transformed into countless black ice chains that curled towards Lu Wenwu.

"broken!"

The third eye on Xiao Bao's forehead widened, emitting silver-purple divine lightning. Just as the black ice chains were about to wrap around Lu Wenwu's neck, he was hit on the hind legs by the halberd that was steaming with blazing flames, and his silver-white fur was singed and curled by the flames.

Zhao Changhe took the opportunity to deliver a killing move, and with one sword he froze fourteen states!

It would be nice to be able to kill this body-refining barbarian. His previous posture must have been the result of the unleashing of a secret technique, and it was impossible for him to last long.

However, just as this thought came to his mind, the scene before his eyes directly broke through his psychological defenses, and his eyes widened to the point where they could almost eat people.

When the sword tip was three inches away from Lu Wenwu's throat, he saw the opponent's bulging right hand grabbing the sword tip.

That huge hand like a palm-leaf fan was like a five-colored divine light that swept over everything.

The sword light, sword energy, and sword intent all collapsed and shattered the moment the palms closed.

Holding the sword in his hand, Lu Wenwu used his absolute strength to prevent the icy sword from moving even a little bit; it was stopped in its tracks!

No matter how much spiritual power is poured into it, it will be like a drop in the ocean.

With a sudden force, Zhao Changhe was completely unable to resist and was smashed towards the flaming halberd with his sword.

"You dare touch my cat!"

"How brave!"

Chapter 487: It doesn’t matter if the method is old, as long as it works

Eight divine weapons, three human figures, a giant beast, and a vast army of undead creatures, all engaged in a chaotic battle in just a few minutes.

Theoretically speaking, when faced with such an overwhelming difference in numbers, even top geniuses like Lu Wenwu and Xiaobao who can fight across levels would find it difficult to hold on for long.

There's nothing wrong with fighting against opponents of higher levels.

There's nothing wrong with fighting against opponents of a higher level.

But what if the other party’s average cultivation level is higher than yours, and they also have a huge advantage in numbers?

Then they could only do their best to maneuver in the chaos of enemy coordination.

If these divine weapons had not already developed many cracks in the battles that had lasted for thousands of years and had not been united when they joined forces to fight the enemy, the battle would have become one-sided in a short period of time.

As the battle progressed, the battlefield was quickly divided into two.

Zhao Changhe and Gris, who cooperated well but were afraid of Xiaobao's unparalleled power, found Lu Wenwu and cooperated with the Sky-Splitting Sword to surround and kill him.

On the other side, Xiao Bao fought alone against the Tianxuan Treasure Tripod, which was headed by a half-step celestial being, and the other six magic weapons. He relied on the powerful force of Geng and Xin to resist the enemy, and relied on the laws of wind and thunder to quickly maneuver in the enemy formation.

The battlefield was divided, seemingly to divide and annihilate, which was a weakening of Lu Wenwu and Xiaobao.

In fact, this made them able to exert greater strength, and they began to attack without restraint, and their lethality increased instead of decreased.

As the successor of the White Tiger Lord, Xiaobao naturally has a strong suppressive power over magical weapons.

The only means it possesses besides speed is ultimate attack, and the almost extreme added points make its damage extremely terrifying.

This is what gives it the upper hand when facing the divine weapons.

It consumes a lot of energy at one time and has sufficient attack power.

Often, just a few attacks are enough to create cracks and damage on a certain divine weapon. It is not like Lu Wenwu who would fight against the opponent to see who has better recovery ability.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield, the opponent Lu Wenwu faced was also in his comfort zone.

Do sword cultivators also take the path of extreme attack?

I'm sorry, my physical defense is unparalleled, and my recovery ability is comparable to rebirth through a drop of blood.

A fragile assassin with high recovery ability!

As for the god of the dead, Gris?

You can scrape anything.

What Lu Wenwu fears least is round-the-clock battles and large-scale battlefields.

As long as they are not boring sandbags, the more people come, the more excited he becomes!

"Why are you hiding? Aren't you a swordsman?"

Lu Wenwu roared with a hideous smile, blood flowing from the wounds on his body that were stained with the laws, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of blood-colored clothes.

His feet crushed the ground beneath his feet one after another, and he rushed forward like a chariot.

Black flames burned on the powerful body made of copper and iron. It crashed through thirteen walls of bones one after another, and the Big Sun Fist went straight to Zhao Changhe's head.

"Come on! Is this all you have? Let your Fifth Grandfather see the purity of the Ascension Sword Cultivator!"

"How dare you insult me, you little brat!"

Zhao Changhe wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, tapped the air with his toes, and six-sided ice flowers condensed on the blade of Frost, flashing continuously as if unreal.

His condition was not very good at this time. Even though he had taken the medicine, his comminuted fractured left arm bone did not show much sign of improvement.

The powerful energy and black flames that penetrated every pore almost burned his flesh and blood dry, and only the ice attribute law could suppress it.

It is difficult to recover in a short time.

He was at a disadvantage in the battle against Lu Wenwu.

It is true that sword cultivators are unparalleled in killing, but at the same time, because they only practice swordsmanship on a daily basis and ignore other things, their physical defense is not high.

Lu Wenwu saw this point clearly, and when he saw Zhao Changhe stabbing at him with a sword, he didn't even try to dodge, but directly exchanged injuries with the opponent.

If the natal spirit sword in his hand was not an ordinary object, and his ability to comprehend the power of space had not increased dramatically during this period, he would have been swallowed up by the great art of eating gods.

“You’re just in time!”

Thunder rolled out of Lu Wenwu's throat, and the flaming fist wind from the Great Sun Overlord Fist burned all the undead creatures that tried to approach.

"break!"

He threw a punch, and the exploding icicles penetrated his shoulder blade. The ice crystals exploded with silver light on his knotted muscles, but after a moment only a tiny trace of blood was left.

"Hehehe, what a hard body. I like you more and more."

Gris stood behind the Frost Bone Dragon, holding the Skull Staff high in his withered palm, and his other bone claw tore through nine magic scrolls in one breath to form a nested light film shield around him.

In an instant, a long, dark river with a tinge of blood suddenly began to flow on the ground. Amid the wailing of thousands of resentful spirits, ten skeletons shining with black and gold colors surged upwards.

Scarlet soul fire burns in the eye sockets of each of them, and the aura emanating from their bodies is that of a first-level god!

"If I could turn your body into an undead creature, my soul would tremble with excitement just thinking about it!"

"kill!"

A hoarse roar erupted from Gris's dry throat.

Hundreds of black-gold skeletons formed a mysterious battle formation and rushed towards Lu Wenwu together.

These skeletons seemed to be condensed into a whole, and the aura they emitted had already reached the peak of the second stage of deification, not much inferior to his original body.

The sound waves released by the fierce roar also turned into an almost materialized skeleton at this time, suddenly appearing above Lu Wenwu's head.

This was an extremely clever curse that weakened power. The blood and energy that erupted from Lu Wenwu's body was actually forcibly suppressed by this skull.

"Gutter rats!"

With a sinister laugh, Lu Wenwu walked on the sky and his figure flashed behind Gris in an instant.

With a fierce punch, the seven-layer light shield shattered and was torn apart like a fragile paper, only blocking the bloody iron fist for less than a second.

These are magic scrolls of the god-level, and each one is extremely precious!

This level of proficiency in spatial power, damn it!

Zhao Changhe's pupils showed ice-blue lines, and he held the Sky-Splitting Sword in his hand. In an instant, he teleported to the side behind Gris and delivered a sword at the moment when the last layer of shield exploded.

The vibrating space blade cut through the skin with a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound, but when the sword tip touched the bone of the iron fist, it was repelled and caused a mouthful of blood to flow out.

What fucking level of monster is this!

Zhao Changhe felt bitter in his heart and his scalp was numb.

Lu Wenwu's backhand elbow directly broke three of his ribs. The blood mist that spurted out froze into scarlet ice crystals before it hit the ground, and was then burned into nothingness by the blazing Purgatory Dragon Breath.

If he hadn't used the Sky-Splitting Sword to avoid part of the force in time, this elbow to the heart might have even directly shattered his heart meridian!

And what about the other party!

The spatial slash released by his magic weapon did not even break the opponent's hand bones, but only broke the opponent's skin defense.

What's the use!

With the opponent's recovery ability, such a superficial wound can be healed quickly in less than a breath.

Could it be that only the Dao injuries caused by my own activation of the Law of Ice could leave scars that are difficult to repair in a short period of time?

Is it that my grasp of the laws of space is not strong enough, or is it that the Sky-Splitting Sword is not fully cooperating with me?

Zhao Changhe had a lot of thoughts in that period of time, thinking about the current solution.

If it really doesn't work, he can only use the Sky-Splitting Sword to tear a hole in the opponent's physical defense, and then use his own spiritual sword to attack his vital points, in order to cause real fatal injuries.

"Ten Thousand Souls Devouring the Heart!"

Gris had no idea that his sullen partner had thought about so many things in such an extremely short period of time.

Now, in its eyes, there is only the desire for Lu Wenwu's body and the heartache for the depletion of its own resources.

The necromancy staff poked into the ground, and ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp fire appeared from the ground within a radius of several kilometers.

The earth suddenly turned into a sticky swamp, and the battle formation composed of black and gold skeletons roaming in it was not affected at all.

He instantly flashed back behind Gris, protected him again, and directly gave up the order to attack.

The magic accessories were lit up one after another, and a full eighteen light film shields reappeared on Gris' body.

Each one is thicker and shinier than the previous!