"That's the branch altar of the Thunder Sha Sect, everyone go down directly. After flying for a long time, Lin Jingnan pointed to the distance below and landed first, and all the disciples of the Feitian Sect also flew down with Lin Jingnan.

In front of it is an ornate attic, but surrounded by mountains and rocks, which is a stark contrast to this attic, making this attic particularly eye-catching. Suddenly, there was a strange laugh in the attic, and then more than a dozen people rushed out of the attic.

These people were all dressed in green clothes, and the sleeves were embroidered with unicorn marks, and at a glance they knew that they were all members of the Thunder Sect. A strong man at the head was full of beards, burly, and had fierce eyes. Next to him was a middle-aged man with a sickly face, both of whom were at the initial level of the early foundation building.

Lin Jingnan's heart sank: "Although the opponent is at a disadvantage in numbers, there are actually two foundation building period monks, and there is only one foundation building period monk on his side, it seems that today's battle will be very tragic, after all, the battle between the Qi Gathering Period monk and the foundation building period monk is definitely not as simple as simple superposition." After a while, he should deal with the bearded man as soon as possible, and then kill the middle-aged man, otherwise everyone in the Flying Sect will suffer a catastrophe. ”

"You rats, you dare to trespass on the altar of my sect, this is your own death!" "At this time, the bearded man had already judged by his outfit that these people were all disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect, and he also saw the strength of all the disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect, so he laughed and laughed.

"You dare to sneak attack my Flying Sect and rob my Sect Jingyu, so I will make a break with you here today. Lin Jingnan waved his right hand, and a black light roared and flew towards the bearded man, this black light was Lin Jingnan's black sword.

The Wuhan Sword is a superb magic weapon, and it is a weapon used by Phantom Yue Zhenren during the foundation building period. Twenty years ago, Huanyue Zhenren saw that Lin Jingnan's cultivation was improving rapidly, so he gave him this sword, and Lin Jingnan has used this sword for more than 20 years.

The bearded man snorted coldly, raised his left hand, and a talisman appeared in front of him. As its true essence was quickly injected into it, the talisman quickly turned into a small shield, blocking in front of the bearded man.

With a sound of "Zheng", the sword danced like a crane in the sky, hitting the small shield fiercely. Suddenly, the light was dazzling, and under the interweaving of the two, huge spiritual power fluctuations were pushed out. For a while, the two things were inseparable. The rest of the people on both sides sacrificed their magic weapons to attack each other, and a scuffle soon began.

Feng Fan stood in place and did not make a move, but quickly urged a shield defense talisman, after all, it was the first time to fight the enemy, it was better to be cautious. At this time, the middle-aged man of the early initial level of the Lei Sha Sect saw that Feng Fan was urging a high-level talisman, so he raised his right hand at Feng Fan, and a blue light shot towards Feng Fan.

Feng Fan saw that the talisman in front of him had turned into a shield, so he pointed at the shield, and the shield turned into a talisman blocked in front of him. "Zheng, Zheng......" The light hit the shield like a meteor rainstorm, emitting a brilliant blue light.

The violent power poured out one after another, like a storm crashing on the shore, which made Feng Fan feel extremely depressed. If it weren't for the strongest strength that Feng Fan could exert far beyond the late stage of Qi Gathering, at this time, the cultivation of the eighth layer of the Qi Gathering Period would inevitably be instantly wiped out under the blow of the initial level opponent in the early stage of foundation building.

Feng Fan looked closely and found that it was a light blue awl that attacked him. This awl is called the "Soul Cone", which is a middle-aged man's magic weapon, and it belongs to the best magic weapon.

In fact, both magic weapons and talismans can attack and defend, if the cultivation level is the same, then the power between low-level runes and low-grade magic weapons, middle-level runes and medium-grade magic weapons, high-level runes and high-grade magic weapons, super-level runes (spirit runes) and superb magic weapons is basically the same.

However, there is no limit to the number of times the ritual can be used, unless it is damaged. There is indeed a certain limit to the number of times the talisman can be used, and it will be completely scrapped after a certain number of times or a certain amount of time. However, it is more difficult to obtain magic weapons than talismans, especially the best magic weapons, whose value is second only to magic weapons.

If Feng Fan's cultivation is also the initial level in the early stage of foundation building, he can temporarily resist the attack of the opponent's best magic weapon with the help of high-level talismans. And Feng Fan's cultivation is slightly lower than that of his opponent, and at the same time, the high-level rune is against the best magic weapon, so Feng Fan's shield rune is naturally very difficult to resist the attack of the magic weapon.

The opponent's cultivation is far better than his own, and since he is right, there is no reason to retreat. It seems that this awl is not ordinary, but if you want to win, you must use the Five Elements Xuanmeng Array. But in front of everyone, he must not show this strange formation, and it seems that he should lead the opponent to a place where no one else can be used again.

With a sharp turn of mind, Feng Fan single-handedly, and the frisbee flew out of the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring. Feng Fan stepped on the frisbee, collected the talisman, and his mind moved, and the frisbee turned into a frightening rainbow and shot away into the distance.

The middle-aged man thought that Feng Fan was going to escape, so he couldn't help but sneer, put away the soul cone, and then pointed to the ground with one hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared. The middle-aged man stepped on the long sword, his body shook, and the long sword chased towards the direction of Feng Fan's escape at a faster speed.

Lin Jingnan caught a glimpse of Feng Fan flying away, thinking that Feng Fan was fleeing because of fear, and a look of disdain flashed on his face.

Feng Fan saw that he was already far away from his fellow disciples, so he quickly fell to the ground, and the middle-aged monk of the Thunder Sha Sect also chased after him.

"Boy, this is where you are buried. The monk landed in front of Feng Fan and said gloomily, then raised his right hand at Feng Fan, and a blue light let out a monstrous scream and shot towards Feng Fan. A huge force shot out, overwhelmingly towards Fengfan.

The middle-aged monk had not hidden his cultivation, and Feng Fan had seen from the beginning that the opponent was the initial level of the early foundation building, so he did not dare to hold it up. Feng Fan waved his left hand, and the shield formed by the talisman blocked in front of him. Although Feng Fan collected the talisman when he flew away, he kept the talisman in an activated state during the flight, so he didn't waste any time at this time to cast a defense.

With a "Zheng" sound, the shield formed by the talisman seemed to have suffered a shocking blow and trembled violently. The cold light of the soul cone flickered, and the fierce spiritual power surged and surged, and the battle with the shield turned the world upside down.

Feng Fan's true yuan poured out wildly, and as the talisman turned into a shield and the light was great, a powerful force surged out, annihilating the blue light emitted by the opposite soul cone.

"The strength of the initial level monk between the ninth layer of the Qi Gathering Period and the early stage of foundation building!" Feeling the power of Feng Fan, the middle-aged monk exclaimed. The middle-aged monk then pointed at the soul cone, and the soul cone was blue and slammed into the shield fiercely, as if it had the potential to shoot it down.