"Cover the sky!"
Feilong put up a sky-shattering combat skill and gave Shangguan Jin a strong defense. If the opponent wanted to kill Shangguan Jin, he had to blow him up first.
"Hey, shield repair?"
The man took a look at Feilong, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a look of disdain, "No matter how strong the defensive power of the shield cultivator of the Xuanming Seven Refinements is, it can only be strong within the scope of the Xuanming Realm. In front of the Immortal Terrace, your Shields are like scum!"
"Scumbag?
Once you try it, you will know how strong the fat man's pot is! "
Feilong sneered, his fat face bursting with confidence.
Under the pressure exerted by Lu Chen, Feilong risked his life to take two copies of Jiuwen Xuanming Pill. The excessive medicinal power exploded, but was suppressed by the blood essence of the Beastman Emperor absorbed in his body. The internal rampage caused Fat Dragon to die of pain.
However, the benefits are still obvious. The super powerful medicinal power forged the power of will and helped Feilong break through the shackles.
It was in the great pain that Feilong broke through a big gap and stepped into the Seventh Refinement of Xuanming!
Therefore, Feilong is full of confidence in his realm, full of confidence in his cauldron, and extremely confident in his ability to cover the sky.
With the strength of his high forging position, even the weaker Immortal Realm may not be able to break through the sky covered by him.
"Break your pot with one knife!"
The man was afraid of Shangguan Jin and didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so he showed his weapon.
"Treasure?
Rubbish! "
Fat Long glanced at the other party's knife, and spit out a mouthful of phlegm without paying attention to hygiene on the spot.
"This is a top-notch treasure, do you dare to underestimate Lao Tzu's sword?"
The man flew into a rage.
"Keep your dog eyes wide open and take a good look, what level is your fat master's pan?"
Fei Long raised the cauldron in his hand, sneered and said, "Your garbage knife is a scum in front of your Fat Lord's holy pot!"
"Holy cauldron?"
The man narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at Feilong's pot. After a while, he frowned and said, "Holy fart, it's just a quasi-holy weapon. It's far from a holy weapon. Even the sword of a sword repairer is better than yours!" I don’t know how many times the pot is stronger.”
Hearing this, Feilong's face turned blue for a while, very unwilling.
Yes, in the legion, his pot is not the best weapon.
The best weapon of the legion is Shangguan Jin's holy sword, which is a high-quality holy weapon.
There are also Lu Chen's knife and Ruhua's double hammers, which are also real holy weapons.
His quasi-holy weapon is only one level higher than the ancestor weapon. No matter how much defense power is improved, it is still far from the real holy weapon.
"What a long-winded fart, do you want to beat me?
If you don't fight, get out, don't pretend to be aggressive in front of the fat man! "
Feilong said angrily.
"In front of absolute strength, weapons of any level are scum, do you understand this truth?
Fat boy, I see your quasi-sacred pot, how can I resist my knife? "
The man was also enraged, and immediately swung his knife and slashed towards Feilong's cauldron.
choke!
A sword chant sounded.
Shangguan would like to draw out his sword.
Fat Dragon's Covering the Sky is just to help him with a defensive force, it is for his life, not for others to cut.
He cooperates with Feilong, he is the main attacker, so he naturally wants to make a move to prevent the opponent from attacking Feilong's cauldron.
boom!
The power of the sword and the power of the blade shook together, and they all collapsed with a loud noise.
"Come again!"
The man withdrew the knife and cut again in an instant.
Shangguan Jin also drew his sword again to confront the opponent.
All of a sudden, the two fought hard, and the fight was inseparable.
However, Shangguan Jin needed Feilong's protection from the sky, and his sword practice was special, so it was inconvenient to move around, so he almost stood still and fought against the opponent.
But the other party was very flexible with the knife, while slashing and walking, he quickly approached Shangguan Jin.
At this time, Fat Dragon becomes very important.
If the other party wanted to surprise Shangguan Jin, they had to overcome the obstacle of Feilong.
"Damn fat boy, look at the palm!"
The man suddenly freed a hand and slapped it hard on the cauldron.
boom!
The force of the palm was so strong that the cauldron shook the sky and shocked the whole world.
In an instant, there was an extra palm print on the cauldron, but it wasn't blown up, or even dented.
"This is a defensive combat skill, why is it so strong?"
There was twelve points of surprise in that person's eyes.
Fat Boy's pot level is indeed very high, but it also depends on who uses it?
For a low-level martial artist like Fatty, even with the Holy Shield, he can smash the Holy Shield with one palm.
But now, not to mention the explosion, you can't even shoot the concave, just leave a handprint on the cauldron.
This can only show that this dead fat boy has used very high-level defensive combat skills, otherwise he would not be able to support such a strong defense.
"Your Fat Lord uses high-end combat skills, and a bastard of your level will never understand it!"
Fat Dragon laughed out loud, with a smug smile, smug and dissolute.
Last time, his pot was smacked into a flat pot by a strong person in the Immortal Realm of the Black Rock Sect, and it became a shame for him.
But this time, after he stepped into the Xuanming high training position, his strength changed qualitatively, and the shrouding sky he propped up was many times stronger than before.
This core disciple is just a one-yuan strongman in Sendai, not much stronger than that disciple of the Black Rock Sect, how can he blow his pot?
As long as he can't get rid of him, his defense line will not collapse. If the defense line does not collapse, the opponent will do nothing to him, and he will have the confidence to pretend to be aggressive!
He didn't know why Lu Chen didn't come out?
The whole mountain was shaking loudly, there was no reason why Lu Chen didn't know in the room.
But at this moment, he didn't want Lu Chen to show up at all.
He hasn't finished pretending yet, once Lu Chen comes out, nothing will happen to him, what a pain.
"Placing it in front of Lao Tzu is presumptuous, courting death!"
The man was furious, he confronted Shangguan Jin with a knife in one hand, and continued to attack Feilong's cauldron with the other hand, trying to find a weak point.
"Dharma circle: extremely cold vortex!"
Drink up together.
A magic circle descended from the sky and enveloped the man.
In the formation, an extremely cold vortex appeared, swept in, and almost froze the man into an ice sculpture.
"Hold the grass, there is a powerful formation master!"
The man found that his speed was a bit slow, he couldn't help being shocked, and quickly circulated his true energy to resolve it.
However, the man was distracted, slowed down by a beat, and fell into Jianxiu's trick.
puff!
A sword light cut down and hit his shoulder, causing blood to flow like a pillar.
"Bastard!"
The man was furious, his breath exploded, the magic circle shattered, he retreated hastily, and left the battlefield.
He never expected that he hadn't met Lu Chen, the rightful lord, but he was beaten like a bird by Lu Chen's men, and suffered a slight injury to his shoulder.
He also knew clearly in his heart that the sword cultivator was protected by a powerful shield, and he couldn't take down the sword cultivator. With the help of a powerful formation mage, this fight would be impossible.
That array mage's array is a bit powerful!
If the fight continues, he will only suffer!
