Born of all things, the three clans of the Lich and the Witch stand side by side, the most powerful of the Witch Clan is the legendary Witch Clan, and the Demon Clan has many bloodlines of the divine beasts, in addition to the famous spirit beasts such as the dragon and phoenix, the Hercules Ape Splitting the Sky and the Flying Owl These fierce and famous people, the most widely known is the four holy beasts that guard the four poles. This Xuanwu is the totem of the divine beast in the north, the posture of the top-level divine beast. Virtue is loaded, and the divine beast Xuanwu with water virtue as the totem can indeed bear the heavy name, and the defense power that is overwhelming in the world alone is unmatched.

The three-grade magic weapon Xuanwu Spirit Tortoise Shield in Gan Ping's hand was refined with a spirit turtle back armor with the blood of a Xuanwu Divine Beast, mixed with thousands of materials, and its defensive power was extremely strong. This is the legacy of Xuan Mingzi, because he failed to identify himself, Gan Ping sat on Baoshan but couldn't use it, for fear of causing trouble. After that, he was ranked as a personal disciple, and his name was decided, and his origin had been clarified, but because of a series of things, he didn't even have time to take care of the magic weapon in the black paint ring.

Gan Ping's cultivation is too low, if the magic weapon of these three grades wants to be successfully cultivated, it will take several months, to say the least, with Gan Ping's qualifications, it may be possible to rise to the next level in a few months, so the matter of refining the magic weapon has also been put aside. Now Gan Ping has regretted in his heart, he was used to living a stable life in the Miaocheng Sect before, where did he know the sinister nature of this world. As soon as he went out, he encountered a murderer like Feng Xingyuan, if he had a three-grade magic weapon in his hand, although he was still extremely passive, the situation was much better.

Now that this magic weapon is started, it is just a simple input of the true element to urge, relying on the material of this Xuanwu Spirit Turtle Shield to resist this flying sword. If you really apply the three-grade Xuanwu Spirit Tortoise Shield Sacrifice to your heart, you can rely on the armor of this spirit tortoise to urge the boundless power of water in it, and embrace all things.

Feng Xingyuan was also shocked in his heart, he never expected that this son would have such a strange treasure. Knowing this, why should I keep my hands, as long as there are a few drops of true dragon essence blood, it is enough, but this kind of treasure is truly indispensable. Although cultivators can go to the heavens and enter the earth to do anything, and it is extremely convenient to collect materials, most of the best materials are often in extremely dangerous places, and the refining masters are scarce, although the low-level magic weapons are easy to obtain, but the magic weapons of the third grade are extremely precious.

Like that Mo Yifeng, the first seat of the Yufeng Heavenly Craft Hall of the Miaocheng Sect, a bladeless sword has been refined with natal true fire for hundreds of years, and it is only a second-grade high-level, and it has not broken through the first-grade, which shows the rarity of this high-level Xuan soldier. Compared to this Xuanbing, defensive magic weapons are even rarer, Feng Xingyuan's eyes showed a blazing color, and he had already seen that the Xuanwu Spirit Turtle Shield in Gan Ping's hand was the kind of magic weapon that could catalyze the evolution of the formation and protect the sect. Although for a sect, this shield grade is still a little lower, but for the Iron Gate Sect, which has been poor for a long time, it is the furnace in winter, and the fat when you are hungry.

secretly decided to kill this kid as soon as possible, and then find out what treasures he had, and come out by himself, originally to avenge his disciples, but he didn't expect to meet Gan Ping, who was full of jewels, and was simply a boy with scattered wealth. A palm slapped heavily on his left arm, and the small half of the arm flew with the palm of his hand, and even a monk like Feng Xingyuan couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, the poisonous snake devoured his hand, and the strong man broke his wrist.

Feng Xingyuan acted decisively, since he couldn't help this evil thing, the essence and blood of half of his arm had been devoured, and only an empty shell was left, so he simply didn't want it. But he fell for this kid, he didn't take out this thing before, it must be that this thing is afraid of the impact of the magic weapon, but it is ridiculous that he doesn't use the magic weapon, and he should have to endure this calamity by relying on his body.

Feng Xingyuan's heart was like electricity, and he figured out what was going on in an instant, and cut off his arm, and a layer of treasure light immediately flashed on his body, and he had already sacrificed his talisman magic weapon. Sure enough, after the severed arm left his body, it instantly withered and shriveled, turning into a handful of flying ash scattered in the air. There was a blood-red light in it, and it was the Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife. The Blood Transformation Divine Knife that had devoured one-fifth of Feng Xingyuan's essence blood true yuan was no longer the looming void appearance it had before, and the whole body of the sword god was already extremely condensed, and the mysterious and simple patterns on it flickered endlessly, exuding a dangerous light.

As if the greedy child who saw the food, after the Blood Transformation Divine Knife devoured the broken arm, he approached Feng Xingyuan again. Feng Xingyuan was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly commanded a bead-shaped talisman magic weapon to meet him. Sure enough, the terrifying blood-red light hesitated for a moment and turned around and flew towards Gan Ping. The Heavenly Demon Blood God Knife is just a condensed body, and it can devour the flesh and blood soul, but it is a pity that it is difficult to touch the flow of the tangible magic weapon, which is also the reason why there is no body, if Gan Ping can find a large number of innate materials and treasures to condense the body of the sword body for it in the future, he will definitely not be afraid of the magic weapon Xuanbing.

At this time, the sword light also arrived in front of the Xuanwu Spirit Turtle Shield, the peak realm of the Fengxing Yuan Jindan, the power of the flesh was more than eight thousand stones, and the true yuan mana was also the same strength, coupled with the anger of the shot, trying his best, this blow can be said to be a mountain tearing the sea can not be resisted. Even if he is a monk who has just entered the realm of Yuan Ying, when he encounters Feng Xingyuan's sword light that uses twelve points of strength with anger, he must avoid the edge a little.

It really deserves to be a three-grade magic weapon, when the sword light can touch the body of the Dao shield, a layer of azure water film instantly appeared on the spirit turtle shield, and the vast water power rushed out, blocking towards the fierce sword light. Overcoming Rigidity with Softness, it was blocked by the vast water power, and Feng Xingyuan's flying sword was weakened a lot. But the momentum has not decreased, and it is still arrogantly heading towards Ganping.

In fact, where is Feng Xingyuan willing to hurt this shield, if he wants to use the five-grade Xuan soldiers to break the magic weapon of the three grades, although the cultivation gap is huge, it will take an extremely long time. With Feng Xingyuan's thoughts, as long as his flying sword was close to Gan Ping, he immediately bypassed the protection of the shield and cut Gan Ping into two pieces. This hateful boy, Feng Xingyuan is already tired of it.

Gan Ping, who has a variety of means, has lost his patience, and even his own palm has been lost, this kid can be regarded as a character, and now Feng Xingyuan, who loves now, seems to have regarded Gan Ping as an opponent of equal strength. Although Gan Ping used the spirit shield to resist, the experienced Feng Xingyuan saw the problem at a glance, this magic weapon had no mental connection with this kid, that is to say, he had no sacrifice, and he couldn't apply it at will, as long as he pressed the sword light closer, and then with his swordsmanship that he had been immersed in for many years and his familiarity with his flying sword, he could easily kill this kid by bypassing this shield. The flying sword that he has been cultivating for many years, how can the speed be that this kid can catch up with without the magic weapon of sacrifice?

Although it will lose a large amount of true dragon essence blood in this son's body, there is no other way. Just when Feng Xingyuan commanded the flying sword to approach, Leng Buqi Gan Ping actually held the shield in both hands and attacked him, and in an instant, the wide shield body collided with Feng Xingyuan's sword light. Rather take it straight, not ask for it, what a proud Gan Ping, who noticed Feng Xingyuan's thoughts, he actually made a brazen move and shook this great monk at the peak of Jindan.

There was a loud bang that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the Xuanwu Spirit Turtle Shield collided with the flying sword. Blood spurted out of his mouth, and Gan Ping and his shield were hit by this huge force and flew straight out. "No-" The voice was terrible and crazy, it was Feng Xingyuan, and he saw Gan Ping flying straight towards the gray witch tomb, his eyes were full of despair. He didn't expect that this middle-level child of Ganping was so strong, in order not to be captured by himself, he actually took the initiative to meet it, and flew into the witch tomb with the power of the impact, and he would rather die than let himself take advantage of it.

The blood-red sword light in the air, with a wailing sound, flew into the gray mist with Gan Ping's figure in an instant, leaving Feng Xingyuan with a look of despair.