Chapter 226 (1/2)

Old Wu saw that the longer the time went on, the more disadvantageous he was.

He himself felt that Zhenyuan was hard to help, and Mr. Wan would be even worse.

However, this man was just like an immortal bug. Old Wu thought that the next sword would strike him, and that in a moment he would be exhausted.

But Mr. Wan was obsessed with him.

Obviously, it's the end of a strong arrow, and I don't know how this man survived.

Most of them used some kind of magic.

Elder Wu doesn't want to entangle with him any more. If the altar is really destroyed, everything will stop. He forced Mr. Wan back with a sword and threw out a dust blower.

This magic instrument has never been used since it was made. At that time, a total of five refining times, the fifth time using a number of rare materials, now think of all feel meat pain.

It is because refining is not easy, and he is afraid to use it with loss, and the cost of repairing is not a small sum, so elder Wu has never used it.

This magic weapon is not the same weapon for attacking. On the contrary, it is a magic weapon mainly used for defense. Once it is used, it will be firmly covered in the area of ten meters. The defense force can be called an iron wall and is indestructible. It is impossible to break this barrier with Mr. Wan's current skills, whether from the cover or from the outside.

That's right. Old Wu used this magic weapon to trap Mr. Wan.

Since we can't kill him for a moment and a half, we'll trap him so that he can't get in the way.

If he wants to do it in ordinary times, elder Wu would not like to use it, and it is used on other people. This is one of the treasures that he keeps to protect his life.

But now the situation is critical, I really can't pay attention to that much.

However, when this magic weapon was thrown out, the result was not as smooth as elder Wu thought. Mr. Wan held his sword across his chest. As the oil was almost exhausted, a stream of real yuan could be released from his withered body to resist the force of blowing the dust.

What sound did Xiaodong hear

Dull, distant, like the sound of thunder on a rainy day. But the thunder came from the sky, but it seemed to come from the bottom of the earth.

He was dazed and thought he had heard something wrong, but the voice seemed to be far and near, as if it were ringing right next to him, more and more clearly.

”Elder martial brother...”

Mo Chen shakes his wrist, and the blood drops down the tip of the sword. The body of the sword is still clean, and there is no blood stain on it.

”Well?”

Xiaodong said vaguely: ”there is a voice...”

Mo Chen turned his head and looked at the altar behind him.

The sound of the altar from time to time was indeed disturbing.

What he thought was totally different from what Xiaodong said.

Where does the sound come from? What's the sound?

Xiao Dong leans on Mo Chen's back, only feels that the voice is more and more clear and closer.

Mr. Wan was stunned when he realized what kind of magic weapon Fuzhen was.

He didn't expect that elder Wu was not using a sharp weapon to kill him, but a defensive weapon to trap him.

Three times in a row, he couldn't get rid of the dust. Mr. Wan's heart moved and turned his head to the altar.

Whisk held on to his figure and followed his steps.

Old Wu did not expect that this man would choose to die by himself. Those who touched the array just now disappeared without exception. One of elder Wu's disciples was one of them. The relationship between their masters and apprentices is naturally incomparable. As soon as the disciple disappeared into the array, old Wu's heart strings tightened and he was hit hard by a huge hammer.

The pain made old Wu no longer take chances.

Those who fell into the array were dead, all dead, and none of them survived.

Mr. Wan must have guessed that.

But now he's headed for the formation.

This guy doesn't want to live? Or do you want to exchange your life with your own, and destroy elder Wu's brush?

Obviously not.

Mr. Wan suddenly pulled up his body just a few feet away from the array, swept over the upper edge of the array at a speed so fast that people could not see clearly. He made a curve in the air like a night bird and fell heavily towards the ground.

However, the whisk who chased him did not think, fear, or judge the interests. The instinct of the magic weapon made it unable to turn at all and ran into the light shield of the array.

Elder Wu's curse was held in his throat!