The mid-stage distraction monk was already frightened in his heart, even if it was just a fragment, a fragment that could not be fully refined, but it was also a fragment of a high-grade spiritual weapon, which could resist a bombardment of the upper spiritual weapon itself, which was no longer the power that a medium-grade spiritual weapon should have, but it was too late to realize this at this moment, as the voice of the dialect sounded again, another incomparable sword light slashed over, and the fragment of the high-grade spiritual weapon was also slightly entangled by a power, and it was impossible to rely on the power of the high-grade spiritual weapon to disperse this sword light, and he was ruthless in his heart and did not take back the fragment of the high-grade spiritual weapon, but continued to urge towards the dialect attack and kill, but to see who fell first, could it be so consuming, the middle stage of distraction cultivation can't grind a junior in the early stage of distraction?

If he had had had the opportunity afterwards, the mid-distracted monk would have regretted this decision.

Heaven and hell were in the blink of an eye, and a miserable scream sounded in the middle of the distraction that he thought he would have no future troubles if he sacrificed the killer weapon, and the incomparable sword light slashed and slashed without mentioning, and there were dozens of five elements spirit thunder around him, these are not nothing, if it is just like this, he is desperate to suffer some damage, and he is not to be the fragment of the high-grade spiritual weapon magic weapon, and his cultivation in the middle stage of distraction always has a chance to retreat, but in the breath of these spirit thunder sword lights, the distracted mid-stage monk who has not had time to give birth to the intention of retreat has noticed a faint but clear killing intent, and a black light flashed。

How could there be such a powerful killing blade, the blade has not yet reached the body, and the almost substantive murderous aura in it has already invaded the mind and raged, it is this killing blade that makes the monk in the middle stage of distraction let out a miserable cry, but in an instant, it was directly bombarded by several powers on the defense outside the body.

Dao Technique?The Dao Technique of the cultivation realm is almost legendary, and I don't know what to think about the endless means of the early stage of distraction monk in front of me, where is this still the means of the early stage of distraction, the defense of high-grade spiritual weapons, and a set of sword formations can also exert the power of high-grade spiritual weapons, that is, those spiritual thunders are also much more powerful than ordinary monks of the same level, and there is actually a Taoist power that condenses their own will in it.

The older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous they become, the more majestic the distracted mid-stage monk who had the upper hand before, showed a panicked look at this moment, he did not have the defense of the opponent's high-grade spiritual weapon, and urged all kinds of defensive techniques in his hand to resist the various bombardment powers around him, and he also shouted urgently: "Fellow Daoists, slow down, there is something to discuss." ”

At this moment, where will the dialect pay attention to his words, the lion fights the rabbit still needs all his strength, not to mention that at this moment, facing a distracted mid-stage monk whose cultivation is still above him, even if the other party is in the cultivation realm of the distraction tribulation, it is not as good as the monk of the same level in the Xuanlan domain, but the dialect is definitely not a lion facing the cunning rabbit, at best, it is comparable, and there are countless sword light swords in the large array here behind him intent to bombard himself, and the half of the fragments of the spiritual weapon in front of him are still invading with fierce killing power, even if there is a star burial robe to protect the body, it also needs to be solved as soon as possible, otherwise if this distraction mid-stage monk is defeated and killed, he will also suffer great damage。

He didn't answer again, Fang Yan just urged his several powerful means to slash back and forth towards the enemy over there, and a series of runes in his hand continued to supplement the arrangement that had been obliterated by the large array, firmly binding the distracted monk within a small range.

"Do you have to force me to die together?" another shout sounded, and there was already a mood of anger and corruption in it.

"Together, do you mean to blow up your body?" the dialect that had not answered all this time spoke.

Hearing the dialect answer, the distraction mid-stage monk's heart perked, and even if he shouted again: "You stop now, do everything, otherwise I won't be able to get out, and I will definitely drag you down, it is a high-grade spiritual weapon, and it will not be able to stand it if a distraction mid-stage monk blows himself up, not to mention encountering others, even the power of this great array is enough to kill you." ”

This time, the dialect did not speak again, as if he was thinking about something, and the distracted mid-stage great monk who was aware of the other party's intention struck while the iron was hot, and while continuing to urge the exercise means to resist the power of the bombardment that had not stopped, he hurriedly said: "As long as you stop, it is not impossible for us to join forces again, and when the time comes, we will make a demon oath, with the strength of you and me, we are enough to break through this big array, even in the face of any other person, we will not occupy the slightest advantage, if you meet a lone person, you will take the lion's head, how about it?"

When the monk in the middle stage of distraction said such words, his posture was already very low.

"Good. ”

Finding that his words did not impress the other party, and the surrounding bombardment power was still like a wave after wave, the distracted mid-stage monk who was about to shout again suddenly heard Fang Yan's hello, and before he could rejoice in his heart, he heard Fang Yan's next words: "If you can take my bombardment." ”

The distracted mid-stage monk who heard the voice of the dialect did not make a sound again, and immediately concentrated on defending the surroundings, but the surroundings were still surrounded by several powers from before, the incomparable sword light was back and forth, the five elements of spiritual thunder kept bursting, a killing blade containing the monk's will kept attacking, and the viscous power tied itself, relying only on these powers?

No, a trace of fire-based power suddenly flashed, and sure enough, there was still a means, Tai Yan Yan? The moment when the mid-stage distraction monk just discovered a Tai Yan Flame aura, before he could make a move, another exclamation sounded: "What the hell is this, ah, I want you to die." ”

The poison of the Wu clan, something that is not available in the cultivation realm, in the domain of Xuanlan, many people may have heard of it, but few people have seen it, and the mid-stage monk in front of him has not even been to the domain of Xuanlan, so naturally he doesn't know where this poison comes from, but he can sense the power that will destroy him, and he also realizes that the dialect has no meaning to stop at all, that too evil flame breath is just a false move, and at this time it has already been taken back, and the real killing move is this wisp of poison.

"If you're willing, you might as well blow yourself up and see what you can do to me. Fang Yan's cold voice sounded, and there was no longer the somewhat soothing tone that had been before.

Self-detonation, it is easy to say, and a few people can do it, if it is elsewhere, when encountering this situation, it may not be necessary to directly explode the flesh, but what is this place, here is a sword formation space, and you need to be more careful when you have a physical body, if there is only the Yuan Infant Yuan Shen left, even if it is a cultivation above the middle stage of distraction, how long can it withstand the strangulation, hearing the cold words of the dialect, the mid-stage monk of distraction couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart.

It's just that now where is there time for him to hesitate, after another miserable scream, the mid-stage monk of distraction was shocked to find that it was too late to blow himself up at this moment, and with an unwilling voice of hatred, the aura of the mid-stage monk of distraction was instantly annihilated and disappeared.

Although with the help of the formation, after all, he also killed a distracted mid-stage monk head-on, and when he noticed the disappearance of the other party's breath, Fang Yan's heart was suddenly relieved, but he only relaxed for a moment, and then he lifted his spirit again, and the fragment of the high-grade spiritual weapon magic weapon in front of him was still killing constantly, and there was already a power to invade his body through the star burial robe.

Without the monk's urging, even the high-grade spiritual weapon could not make too many waves, and even if the dialect urged many means, after a while, he finally trapped the fragment of this high-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, and then the runes flashed like clouds, firmly sealing it.

Without scanning the fragment of this magic weapon again, he casually threw it into his Qiankun pot, and Fang Yan flew away into the distance with a dodge, and it was very unwise to fight against the powerful sword array over there at this time, and Fang Yan naturally had to recover before making plans.

It wasn't until he escaped far away, and the power of the surrounding sword array eased a lot, and Fang Yan couldn't help but secretly say, fortunately it was just a fragment, fortunately, the other party didn't have how to sacrifice at all, just by virtue of the strong bombardment of the magic weapon body, otherwise it was difficult to say what kind of damage he would have, this time facing the enemy head-on, it also made Fang Yan realize the limit of his strength, and he definitely had the strength to fight in the face of a distracted mid-stage monk, but if the other party had a high-grade spiritual weapon magic weapon in hand, it would be a victory and an absolute defeat.

The dialect let Hu Daoren urge the defense, and he slowly recovered and pondered the gains and losses of the battle just now, and after a while, he made up his mind that after leaving, even if he went to refine more thunder swords, he would not be able to refine the medium-grade spirit weapon, and he would also make up more Dawu Sword Formation, if the power was even more severe, maybe he would not have to take the same risk as just now, and he could suppress the other party just by killing.