It's easier for them to deal with those ordinary meta-arts. Because no matter how strong those things are, they are all substantial.

But thinking about Song Yan's attack is a little tricky. In fact, even Song Yan himself didn't know whether his eternal exile belonged to martial arts or Yuanshu. Although he has the martial art Eight Wolf Tooth Fist to perform, the way he attacks is too weird and domineering. It is very different from ordinary meta-arts.

Song Yan was also confused about this, and never thought about it carefully. In his opinion, as long as he can subdue the other party, it is a good method, and as for martial arts and Yuan Shu, it doesn't matter. Song Yan only had two of the eight Wolf Tooth Fists at this time, and the success rate of Eternal Banishment was less than one percent when facing opponents of the same rank. So he guessed that he would wait for all eight to be collected. This eternal exile is sure to increase the success rate by a large margin. But when this martial art faced an opponent whose level was not as good as his own, the success rate still made Song Yan happy.

"A swarm of ants that don't know the height of the sky!" In Song Yan's eyes, these people were really as he said. It's ants. "Humph! Don't be rampant! Look at my magic weapon, the Soul Gathering Umbrella! Perhaps it was Song Yan's disdain that made it difficult for the monk surnamed Lin to accept. He actually used his magic weapon in the first place.

Although he is a martial artist, because of his special status in his own sect, his true strength is beyond the reach of even ordinary martial sects.

And this magic weapon in his hand can be said to be quite powerful, although this thing is only a top-level magic weapon, but the power he can produce is definitely not inferior to that of a low-level holy weapon.

Even if his own strength is not good, as long as he has the magic weapon in hand, let alone a two-fold heaven without a trace, even if he encounters a martial sect above the five-fold heaven, he will have the strength to fight. At this moment, the small umbrella opened as soon as it opened, and a dark beam of light shone into it. And this beam of light has just appeared, and the surrounding flowers and plants have instantly lost their vitality. And this beam of light was shooting towards Song Yan at an extremely fast speed.

Song Yan's heart trembled when he saw this scene, and the power that this magic weapon could exert also surprised Song Yan. Judging from the coldness of this beam, this thing must be a rather domineering Yin Ghost thing. The moment the beam came, Song Yan had no time to dodge. At this time, a flash of inspiration occurred in his mind, and he immediately took out the small mirror from the ring, and sang to the beam of light. I saw that the beam of light was completely refracted as if it had met a nemesis.

It hit another male servant, and the moment the beam came to him, he didn't even say a word before he turned into a puddle of ashes. "This!" When the monk surnamed Lin saw this scene, he was also so frightened that he couldn't speak for a while. He himself knew how powerful this Soul Gathering Umbrella was, as long as this beam of light was set on anything, it would directly turn into nothingness. And most importantly, this thing should never be reflected by a mirror.

There was another thing he didn't notice, and that was that the male servant who had turned to ashes had not turned into nothingness. Ashes don't equal nothingness. The monk surnamed Lin didn't notice this, but Song Yan completely saw it. At this time, his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This small mirror should have completely suppressed the black beam of light of the other party. Not just the bounce, but the complete negation of the power of the beam. Because the last person to die was obviously instantly burned by the power of the mirror. That little pile of ashes is the best proof of this.

Thinking of this, Song Yan was not only a little overjoyed, but then looked at the remaining three. He didn't want to waste time, he pointed at the small mirror, pointed at him, and shot at the three of them. "Hide!" Wen Tong also saw the fight between the monk surnamed Lin and Song Yan in her eyes, although she didn't see any clues, but Song Yan's next actions still made her heart alarmed.

Seeing that the small mirror was adjusting its direction, she hurriedly shouted to her companion to avoid. But she was still a step too late. The tall monk with a burly figure didn't come to dodge at all, and he immediately made Song Yan's small mirror shoot at all.

Then, the unthinkable scene occurred, and the man was reduced to a small pile of ashes, and there was no sound from beginning to end. "Damn! Senior Sister Wen, quickly use the Sword of the Breeze! When the monk surnamed Lin saw that another companion had died, his heart immediately became anxious. While beckoning Wen Tong to use his tricks, his fingers were also on the soul gathering umbrella.

In an instant, the nine hideous-looking ghost creatures drawn on the soul gathering umbrella suddenly came to life. And they took off the umbrella one after another and landed on the ground. And after his reminder, Wen Tong also hurriedly took out a strange-shaped, but very delicate ancient sword from his storage jade pendant. As soon as this sword came out, Song Yan immediately had a feeling of being targeted by death.

At this time, Song Yan didn't care too much about the nine ghosts. He had already understood that although this Soul Gathering Umbrella looked powerful, its level was no less than that of this ancient sword. But because his master's strength is too low, there is also a point that it seems that there is something wrong with this soul gathering umbrella itself, so this thing will exert thirty percent of its power at most. Although this is also quite powerful, Song Yan is not so afraid of it.

And this ancient sword was different, he had just been taken out, even if it was still in the scabbard, Song Yan already felt that it was very dangerous. "No! They must not be allowed to use this magic weapon! Otherwise, I won't be able to eat and walk around! Thinking of this reasonableness, Song Yan didn't pay attention to the monk surnamed Lin at all, but stepped on the breeze and stomped on the clouds, and his body just flickered and came to Wen Tong's side.

"Ahh This sudden surprise made Wen Tong startled, and he hurriedly lifted Yuan Li and wanted to hide behind him. But Song Yan came prepared, and after his figure just flashed, Song Yan punched Wen Tong in the face. In an emergency, Wen Tong hurriedly waved her hand to block, and the hand she waved out was the hand holding the Sword of the Breeze. This hit Song Yan's arms. I saw that Song Yan's fist suddenly turned into a claw, and one of them grabbed the hilt of the Breeze Sword, and then, Song Yan's figure exploded back.

"Sting!" With a bang, the Sword of Clear Wind, which made Song Yan feel very dangerous, was pulled out by him and firmly grasped in his hand. "You!" Seeing this situation, Wen Tong almost remembered to cry. "Senior Brother Lin, hurry up and snatch back that sword!"

This sudden change made the monk surnamed Nalin stunned on the spot. But in the next second, he made a decision that surprised Song Yandu, only to see this guy put away the soul gathering umbrella, and didn't even take a look at the ghost thing that had been replaced. He turned around and ran towards the way he came. Unexpectedly, Senior Sister Wen Tong, who had just been the same enemy, was still here. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "Online Game Blood Dance Qiankun Claw Book House" for free for the first time.