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Thinking of this, the middle-aged scribe was angry from his heart, evil was born from the side of his guts, he burst into a long laugh, and then his expression was cold, and he said extremely well: "Good, good." (The fastest update speed is all in the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info) I didn't expect your kid's divine sense to be so powerful, but it made this seat look away. But in this case, do you think you can threaten this seat? Before, this seat was reluctant to do it immediately, because it didn't want to hurt the vitality. Since you kid doesn't know what to do, I'm going to recuperate for a few years, and I'll smoke you to refine your soul first!"

After that, the middle-aged scribe took out a small bottle from his bosom, poured out a scarlet pill the size of a dragon's eye, swallowed it without hesitation, and sacrificed a small green shield, one turned into two, two turned into four, and soon hundreds of small shields swirled and flew around itself, protecting the whole body from water to water.

Then he didn't pay attention to Chen Yang anymore, his eyes closed, his hands pinched, and soon the painful look on his face flashed, and then a faint layer of black gas appeared.

Chen Yang hesitated slightly, and commanded the Five Fire God Flame Forks to surround the middle-aged scribe for a while, and they were all blocked by the light green shield.

The middle-aged scribe opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, he moved his body, crackled, and the momentum on his body was even more amazing!

"Senior, things can still be discussed like this, and the younger generation can take a step back and make an oath of demons. Chen Yang took a few steps back, retreated to the edge of the small pool, and commanded the Five Fire God Flame Forks to aim at the small pool, pretending to be very strong.

The middle-aged scribe was too close to the exit, and Chen Yang was still uneasy at this time, ready to attract the other party.

"Haha, it's too late to beg for mercy now! This seat has already recovered half of its spiritual power, and it is more than enough to destroy a junior in your foundation building period, and it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in this seat if you are not beaten to the ground!" The middle-aged scribe smiled disdainfully, and looked at Chen Yang with an extremely cold gaze, as if he was looking at a dead person.

"Since that's the case, then don't blame the juniors" Chen Yang said with an eyebrow, and with a rush of divine sense, the Five Fire God Flame Fork slammed downward.

"Kid dare!" The middle-aged scribe shouted angrily, but he didn't dare to let Chen Yang attack, his right hand slapped the back of his head, and the silver Falun slowly rose from the top of his head strangely.

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged scribe's hands changed several spells one after another, and the silver wheel roared, and the silver light was magnificent, and in the dazzling silver light, the silver wheel rotated rapidly.

The middle-aged scribe looked solemn at a little silver wheel, and a thick pillar of spiritual power light shot into the silver wheel, and the silver wheel shook slightly, and pieces of silver light blades of several inches in size gushed out wildly, densely packed, no less than hundreds of pieces!

As soon as the middle-aged scribe waved his hand, the silver light blade slashed towards Chen Yang with the sound of swishing and cutting through the air.

The middle-aged scribe was afraid of long nights and dreams, so he used a powerful means as soon as he came up.

Chen Yang saw the momentum of the silver light blade, his face changed slightly, and then he sneered, and unhurriedly manipulated the Yuan Turtle Shield, which grew rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it became more than half a person tall, protecting the vital parts.

Then the right palm flipped over, and a thick stack of talismans appeared, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, all of them were raised, and one after another fire snakes, wind blades, water arrows and other spells headed towards the silver light blade.

The sound of "crackling" rang out one after another, and the sound was so dense that it was almost connected.

The red light flashed continuously, the water vapor rose, and the dozens of silver light blades in front were quickly exhausted by the talisman seal, but more light blades in the back rushed to rush in.

The middle-aged scribe sneered, his expression relaxed, waiting to see the moment when Chen Yang's spirit was destroyed.

Chen Yang's face was gloomy, and he patted the storage bag again, and it was a stack of talisman seals, but this time it was obviously much thinner, and he also sent all the talisman seals to the hair, and consumed twenty or thirty silver light blades.

The rest of the light blades swarmed up and hit the Yuan Turtle Shield, the black light on the surface of the Yuan Turtle Shield flickered, resisting to death, but after all, it was difficult to resist the power of the magic weapon, and with a wail, it was cut into fragments and turned into a streamer in the sky.

Chen Yang felt a pain in his heart, the Yuan Turtle Shield was the only magic weapon left to him by Daoist Chen, and it had accompanied him for decades, but he didn't expect it to be destroyed here.

But the Yuan Turtle Shield finally died as he deserved, consuming most of the power of the silver light blade. Although the remaining silver light blades hit Chen Yang's body one after another, they only scratched out the white marks of the Dao, and there was not much damage.

"Hmph, I want to see how many more talismans you have?" the middle-aged scribe was slightly stunned, then snorted coldly, and said with disdain.

Both hands pinched again, and as soon as they were retracted, more silver blades of light condensed than the last time.

A trace of hideous color appeared at the corner of the middle-aged scribe's mouth, and with a wave of his arm vigorously, hundreds of silver light blades turned into silver rays, and they attacked in a flash.

This time, the middle-aged scribe no longer kept his hand, and the spiritual power continued to shoot into the silver light wheel, and the silver light wheel continued to pour out a half-moon-shaped light blade under the action of spiritual power.

Chen Yang was shocked in his heart, knowing that he still underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Jindan Stage Cultivator.

However, the matter has come to this point, and we can only continue to fight.

Fortunately, Chen Yang is not an ordinary foundation building period monk, although he is secretly a little frightened, he is not without the means to deal with it.

I saw Chen Yang clapping his hands on the side of the storage bag, dozens of white lights flashed one after another, and more than twenty puppets appeared on his side, and immediately after, these puppets rushed towards the overwhelming silver light blade without fear of life and death.

These puppets are no more than third-level puppets at most, which is equivalent to the strength of a monk in the late stage of Qi training, and the materials used are naturally not high.

Almost as soon as Fang touched, many cracks appeared on the surface of the puppet's body, and it was about to follow in the footsteps of the Buyuan Turtle Shield and turn into scrap copper and rotten iron.

Chen Yang's heart was horizontal, his eyes flashed, and under the urging of his divine sense, a huge explosion sounded instantly, and an invisible wave of qi swept in all directions.

With the cultivation of the middle-aged scribe Jindan monk, he was also a little hurried in the face of more than two dozen puppets at the same time.

Chen Yang's face was even more pale, he manipulated the puppet to explode when he broke the formation before, and the damage suffered by his divine consciousness had not yet recovered, and now it was even worse, he had a headache and a crack, and he wanted to hit the wall a few times.

The impact of the explosion quickly dissipated, and in the face of the sparse dozen silver light blades, Chen Yang endured his headache and manipulated the Five Fire God Flame Fork to circle and dance up and down in front of him, although there were more than a dozen deep blade marks on the fork of the Five Fire God Flame Fork, but he finally blocked the light blade.

The face of the Middle Eastern scribe was as heavy as water, how could this kid surnamed Yang be so difficult, his shot was a top-level magic weapon, and there were a large number of talismans and puppets in his body, and he was still practicing the top-level exercises of dual cultivation of the Dharma body.

Such a difficult character, if there is no big sect or old monster behind it, it is a strange thing. Why was he blind in the first place and found this kid here?

He thought so, but he was not worried in his heart, no matter how many means the other party had, he was just a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and in the face of the powerful power of the magic weapon, it was still easy to destroy the other party.

Seeing that the means of the silver light blade were difficult to work for a while, the middle-aged scribe's practice changed sharply, the black qi on his face became more abundant, his face became blurred, and he secretly bit the tip of his tongue, and a ball of pure cyan essence mixed with a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the silver Falun, and his mouth quickly recited the formula.

The essence blood fell on the Falun and quickly disappeared, and the silver Falun made a few sounds, and the silver mangs were great, like a silver sun. After a blur, more than a dozen Faluns appeared in the same place, each of which had a powerful spiritual power on it.

After casting the spell, the middle-aged scribe's aura was slightly disordered, but there was a smug look on his face, and his divine sense moved, and the more than ten Dharma wheels hovering above his head shot out like more than ten silver light arrows, slamming towards Chen Yang from all directions.

Chen Yang's face was expressionless, his hands were raised, and the Five Fire God Flame Forks let out a low sound, and they were divided into five directions and struck towards the silver Falun.

The attack power of the silver Falun body was much more powerful than Fang Cai's silver light blade, and the Five Fire God Flame Fork barely managed to gain any time before it was shattered and turned into a little starlight.

At this moment, the silver light wheel, which was not hindered by anything, dragged out the Dao Silver Mang, bringing a violent sound of breaking the air, and swept towards Chen Yang with a fierce momentum.

A relaxed smile appeared on the middle-aged scribe's lips, although it was more difficult than he imagined, but fortunately, he finally killed his opponent, thinking that all the treasures of the ancient monk belonged to him, and the Yuan Ying Dao could be expected, his heart couldn't help but become hot.

Just when the middle-aged scribe thought that the overall situation was timed, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly froze, and his right hand was raised suddenly, pointing in the direction of Chen Yang, with a look of seeing a ghost.

I saw that Chen Yang had words in his mouth, and the black cloak behind him came out with a green light, and in the cyan light, a blue demon bird with a crested head, swallowtail, and three legs loomed.

Subsequently, Chen Yang's figure became lighter and fainter, and he disappeared in place. More than a dozen silver rays only passed through the extremely faint phantom left by Chen Yang, blasting the ground out of a huge crater several zhang in size.

The middle-aged scribe was shocked in his heart, and teleported, Lei Xiao Technique, Wind Escape Technique, Shrinking the ground into inches, How could this be possible? A young monk in the foundation building period, how could these Jindan stage monks envy the great supernatural powers? For a while, his mind was extremely chaotic.

The next moment, a few feet of blue light flashed around him, and Chen Yang's figure suddenly appeared, clinging to the small pale green shield.

Chen Yang exhaled and raised his voice, and punched out with all his might, like thunder and lightning, and the air exploded.

Before the middle-aged scribe could respond, a small pale green shield moved over on its own.

"Bang", a punch that condensed Chen Yang's whole body strength, had a force of more than 10,000 catties, and the small pale green shield immediately collapsed and disintegrated, turning into a little green light.

After all, the middle-aged scribe had rich experience in fighting methods, so he quickly reacted, and as soon as his divine sense moved, more than a dozen small shields stopped in front of his fist.

A series of sounds of "bang bang bang" sounded, Chen Yang's earth-shattering punch broke through seventeen shields one after another, only to be blocked by the eighteenth shield, at this time, Chen Yang's fist was only a few inches away from the heart of the middle-aged scribe!@.

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