Chapter 857

"Everybody, resist the enemy with me!" seeing the dense transparent swords appear, amusang, who originally wanted to teach Lu Xiaotian a lesson, was directly under Lu Xiaotian's attack. That feeling was a little clearer than yuan min.

The sword rain was so terrible before it moved. Even amusang had become famous for many years, he also had a feeling of panic. At this time, he couldn't care about his face and directly greeted several other Jindan friars.

The black Zhuang man and the other four friars in the star world were not as good as amusang. At this time, they were all shrouded in the terrible sword rain. Where still use amu sang phene to charge, already offered Dan yuan magic weapon.

At this time, hundreds of base building friars of LingXiao palace flew into the air, and each peak area climbed to the hillside. The disciples at the peak of Qi refining period looked at the battle in front of the palace. Although the battle between the alchemy friars was rare for them, it was the first time that they faced six alchemy enemies with their own strength.

Bang! A big drum took the lead in bombarding Lu Xiaotian, which was the aftersound. After hearing the heavy drum sound, the friars building the foundation at LingXiao palace couldn't help a burst of Qi and blood.

Luo Qian frowned. Yuan min waved a blue light curtain over there. With her strength, she was not able to carry the big drum directly. However, the other party's main attack object was to rush to the landing Xiaotian. It was not difficult to stop it.

The other two swords also attacked Lu Xiaotian at a strange angle. With a twinkling of stars on another person, the whole person has disappeared in place.

In the twinkling of an eye, the six people have shot Lu Xiaotian at the same time.

"Fall!" Lu Xiaotian scolded. The sword rain that had climbed to the top of his head poured down like a rainstorm from the top of the six people in an instant.

"Arrow array, prepare!" the hundreds of arrow practitioners behind the six Jindan friars, under the roar of the leader, drew their bows and took arrows. At the moment when the arrows were stringed, the whole arrow array changed into a huge scorpion. Like a giant scorpion swinging in the air.

The friars in LingXiao palace were fascinated. Even though six Jindan friars and hundreds of base building friars formed an arrow array, Lu Xiaotian still chose to take the initiative to attack. As soon as he shot, there was a mighty sword rain. Although he could not guess the final result, he was no longer comparable to other friars.

Whoosh! The middle-aged man in purple, who had escaped through the starlight before, appeared again at this time. He had already reached six feet away from Lu Xiaotian, and a soft whip with a sharp thorn in his hand pointed to Lu Xiaotian's throat.

This man was far more mysterious than others, and in a twinkling of an eye he deceived him to such a close place.

Lu Xiaotian's body swayed slightly in the air. The middle-aged man in purple was suddenly surprised and soon turned into a sneer. The silver haired monk was too arrogant to dare to shake his fire thorn star whip! The middle-aged man in purple shook his wrist, and the fire thorn star whip flew to Lu Xiaotian at a speed difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Thousands of sharp fire spikes appeared on the long whip.

The reason why he approached such a close distance through his escape skill was to give Lu Xiaotian such a note. The dense rain like fire thorns were thick and dense. Even the terrible sword rain could not be destroyed. At such a close interval, his miraculous Xinghui escape method could not escape.

The middle-aged man in purple is confident that his combat power may not be ranked among the friars of the same level, but when it comes to the miracles of evasion, no one can compare with him. Otherwise, he would not be able to persist in this 200 year scuffle in the immortal world until now.

However, to the surprise of Ziyi's middle-aged, the silver haired friar didn't dodge, directly stretched out his hand and slapped him, and let thousands of poisonous fire stab him. One palm slaps at a faster speed.

Almost at the same time that he triggered the fire and poison stab attack, Lu Xiaotian sensed the movement of this person. With a distance of several Zhang, Lu Xiaotian could not escape the vicious attack at Lu Xiaotian's speed, but he was ready to attack. The middle-aged man in purple just landed and appeared. He clapped it with his palm. What's wrong with the middle-aged man in purple? The escape skill of the middle-aged man in purple is really the only one in his life, The miraculous place of short distance is not even under the thunder flying horse LU Hong of the silver armour woman.

However, Lu Xiaotian Yuanshen's strength has reached a point that is difficult for friars of the same level to reach. There are slight fluctuations around him. He immediately sensed that unless the other party gives up the attack and runs away directly, he still has nothing to do. Unfortunately, the other party still chose to attack.

The friar of LingXiao palace could not help sweating for Lu Xiaotian. It was obvious that the middle-aged man in purple fled to Lu Xiaotian's side within a few feet and was ready to go. However, Lu Xiaotian's rapid response was also dazzling. Almost the middle-aged man in purple had just appeared, and Lu Xiaotian had moved in time. Instead of avoiding, he was domineering to meet the difficulties.

Lu Xiaotian sneered. No matter how fast, can he use the treasure faster than himself? When the thought moved a little, a layer of blue Taihao battle clothes floated on the rest watch and wrapped the body tightly.

At the same time, Ruyi armor protected the vital points of his body and rolled up his palm. Thousands of fire poison stings kept hitting Lu Xiaotian's body surface, but he could not break Lu Xiaotian's defense.

"What?" Ziyi middle-aged immediately lost his countenance and wanted to escape again. The strong wind had hit his body. It seemed that the vitality around him was broken by the other party's palm. Ziyi middle-aged gritted his teeth, shook the firethorn star whip in his hand and beat Lu Xiaotian again.

Thousands of fire poison spikes hit Lu Xiaotian's Taihao battle clothes. Although his green clothes were a little lighter, they were all blocked. Under Lu Xiaotian ', It has exceeded the limit of monks in the later period of Jindan by several times.

Boom! Although Ziyi middle-aged tried his best to resist, his cultivation was just in the middle of Jindan. How could he withstand Lu Xiaotian's blow, his head exploded like a watermelon, and the headless corpse fell from the air.

"Scorpio arrow! Release" at this time, the arrow array was finally ready to talk. Hundreds of base building friars each shot an arrow. The arrow converged into a huge torrent in the air, forming a huge arrow more than ten feet long and about feet thick, which shot at Lu Xiaotian in the air.

The momentum of the giant arrow has exceeded the full strength of the monks in the later stage of the ordinary golden pill, that is, Luo Qian and Yuan min. I didn't expect that after hundreds of base building friars formed the array, they were so powerful.

Lu Xiaotian looked cold and solemn. He stood alone between heaven and earth. The golden light in his hand flashed. It was his psychic Golden Whip refined with the Xuangong sacrifice of seizing heaven's grain. A psychic magic instrument is not cultivated by itself, but can only play a small part of its power.