Chapter 779: The Violet Wanxiang Clothes Demon Stick Makes a False Shadow (Asking for a Monthly Pass)

"You can compare it as much as you want, it's just that I'm afraid that your Zixiao Thunder God Sword is strong and capable, and it won't be useful, it's just an embroidered pillow, which makes people laugh in vain. While speaking, Yi Chu was no longer polite, and between the magic tricks in his hand, nine apricot-red flames rushed straight towards the ordinary Taoist.

The power of the primeval poison flame, that is something that the primordial god masters don't want to provoke, at this time, no matter which of the nine primeval poison flame dragons flies on the body of the normal Daoist, it can leave an indelible trace on the normal Daoist.

In the face of the nine apricot red fire dragons that flew suddenly, the ordinary Daoist did not dare to underestimate them, and the magic trick in his hand was pinched, and the purple sword light rushed straight towards Yi Chu's nine fire dragons.

Let you change everything, and I will only break it with one sword

The ordinary Taoist envoy of the Zixiao Thunder Divine Sword, thinking in his heart of the master's advice to him before today, for a while, the pride rose in his heart, and the Zixiao Divine Thunder Sword was like a long rainbow coming out, breaking through the ten thousand laws.

The moment the purple thunder light and the nine primeval poison flame dragons intertwined, an primeval poison flame dragon was cut into two pieces from the middle. But at the moment when the Ancient Poison Flame Dragon was smashed, the Ancient Poison Flame formed an apricot-red cloud, surrounding the Purple Night God Thunder Sword in the middle.

"Blood Immortal Ancestor, is this the only skill you have?" The Ordinary Daoist pinched his fingers in his hand, and a stream of thunder slammed into the Ancient Poison Flame Cloud, slashing the Ancient Poison Flame that was hidden in the cloud in the void.

"Although the Ancient Poison Flame of the Blood Immortal Son is powerful, it is still a little short of trapping Chang'er's Purple Night God Thunder Sword. The Taoist with jade Ruyi embroidered on his chest said to Reverse Water Han with a proud face, that look is not only the chance to win, but also seems to have a hint of boasting.

Of course, this pride is not for Yi Chu.

Reverse Shui Han's expression did not move, but nodded noncommittally, in his opinion, Yi Chu was not so easy to lose.

"Since Brother Shou Chang Dao thinks that this Ancient Poison Flame Dragon is not enough to see, then let's change the routine and be careful" Yi Chu's sarcasm at the Shou Dao man did not look angry at all, his palm slapped on the top of his head, and the rolling blood cloud rushed out from the top of his head.

The normal Taoist looked at the red cloud rising above Yi Chu's head, and his face changed. With a twist of the magic in his hand, the Purple Night God Thunder Sword soared into the air, splitting the void sword and slashing towards the cloud formed by the apricot-red primeval poison flame.

"Sacrifice", the red cloud above Yi Chu's head formed a blood-red figure in an instant, this figure looked like another Yi Chu, but at this time, this blood-red figure held a strange blood-colored stick in his hand more than Yi Chu.

The blood shadow was like lightning, rushing straight towards the Keeper of the Ordinary Dao, and the strange blood-colored stick that was a foot long was like lightning and slammed towards the head of the Keeper of the Ordinary Dao.

Seeing that he didn't have time to kill the blood shadow with the Purple Night God Thunder Sword, his face changed, and a black and red mirror was held in his hand, and when the mana was urged, a purple light shot out of the mirror, and he greeted the blood-colored figure.

The speed of the blood-colored figure in the purple mirror light slowed down in an instant, like a ghost. The ordinary Taoist held the treasure mirror, looked at Yi Chu coldly, and said disdainfully: "I thought that the Blood Transformation Sect Master had some ability, but it turned out to be nothing more than that."

"Really?" Yi Chu looked careless, smiled faintly at the normal Taoist, and between the magic decisions in his hand, blood shadows flew out from the top of his head almost at the same time, these blood shadows were the same as the blood shadows just now, and on each blood shadow, there was a huge blood-colored stick.

The blood shadow came overwhelmingly, and in an instant, within a radius of a hundred zhang of the Guardian Daoist, he was already surrounded by rolling blood shadows. In the shadow of blood, the normal Taoist was not shocked at all, he urged the treasure mirror in his hand, and sneered: "Sure enough, the donkey skills are poor, and even this kind of illusion that cannot be used on the table has been used."

Before the words of the ordinary Taoist landed, more than a dozen blood shadows rushed to his side, and more than a dozen blood-colored strange big sticks, even with a strange pressure, smashed down on his body and face.

The purple glow instantly rushed out from the body of the Ordinary Daoist, turning into a purple cloud, blocking the surroundings of the Ordinary Daoist. For this purple cloud, the normal Taoist is very confident, and he said in his heart that with his heaven-level low-grade purple Wanxiang clothes, he can't stop the attacks of these fantasies?

Just when the people of the ordinary way didn't think so, the big sticks had already been slammed under the purple clouds, and with more than a dozen big sticks blasting out one after another, the thick purple light was blasted out of more than a dozen big holes.

"Bang", the body of the normal Taoist was instantly knocked away by more than a dozen strange big sticks. There was a little dizzy and normal Taoist who hadn't figured out what was going on, and dozens of big sticks fell from all directions. As the shadow of the stick fell, the Ordinary Daoist felt like a ball, constantly flying around in the void.

"Bang Bang Bang"

The purple glow, in the shadow of the stick, slowly dimmed. Countless stick shadows had already smashed on the body of the normal Taoist.

"Really, these blood shadows are real?" The white-haired Taoist with jade Ruyi embroidered on his chest couldn't sit still anymore at this time, and at the moment when the countless stick shadows fell, he suddenly rose into the air, and a white whisk of dust unfolded in an instant, turning into an endless silk net, and rushed straight towards the ordinary Taoist.

"Silence, your opponent is me, how can you forget your old friend" At the moment when the Taoist made a move, the heavy sword in Qin Jianheng's hand flashed, and a thousand zhang of sword light rushed towards the white dust.

With the silent son's shot, two more figures flew out, and between the sharp sword strokes, all of them came towards Yi Chu, but as soon as their sword light flew out, they were resisted by the two people who flew up.

"Bang bang bang", a sound like tamping suddenly sounded in the void, and with this sound, the already weak sound collapsed in an instant. The Ordinary Daoist who didn't even have time to shout out a scream was shattered into the void in an instant.

"Master save me"

As soon as the little Yuan Infant flew out of the **, more than a dozen blood-colored giant sticks flew straight out of the void and rushed straight towards the Yuan Baby.

The Yuan Infant who had already condensed the evil qi of the ordinary Taoist didn't have time to urge the evil qi attached to the body, and was hit on the body fiercely by a huge stick