Chapter 257 (1/2)

Before the two friars reached the peak, a roar came from the smashed hole at the peak. In the rumbling sound, a figure came out, as if the whole mountain trembled.

Wuye's neck seems to be short, and his head is directly connected to his shoulder. It looks very strange. He tries to lower his head and finds that the mysterious armor on his body has cracked. The most terrible thing is that he can't feel any spiritual fluctuation on it...

If you have to use appropriate words to describe it, this mysterious weapon is dead...

With red eyes, he looked into the distance. The Golden Shadow of the boat had become a small spot and was still going away.

There was piercing pain everywhere. Xiang Yang's blow just now, although protected by mysterious tools, under the huge and unparalleled power, at least 50% of his bones and meridians had been damaged, and his spine had been pressed and bent, but the most serious thing was not this, but the blood essence tool was directly broken, which shocked his sea of knowledge.

There was a buzzing roar in his ears. He shook his head at night, endured the biting pain, straightened his spine, and then casually stuffed several pills into his mouth to recall the undamaged flying magic weapon.

After acting alone, Xiang Yang had no worries.

The ripples of lvya'er's boat were 30% faster than the ordinary cloud boat. It was also extremely dexterous. It drove fast for less than half an hour. The formation of the friars of Lingtian sword sect from one side had been pulled into an arc by him.

In the distance, I don't know when there was another black spot. After calculating the time and distance, it should be reinforcements from lingtianjian sect.

Looking back, those nine turn friars still fall far away. They use good flying magic weapons. The short sprint is not much slower than the ripples under their feet.

Xiang Yang looked to the left. There were only dozens of cloud boats due south, and the rest had been opened a certain distance.

On the Yunzhou, there are basically disciples below Huashen. There is at most one Yuanying in each ship. As long as they block the first wave of attack and break into their camp, they will throw rodent repellents at each other.

The attack of dozens of cloud boats and hundreds of monks is not enough to fear.

This space is enough!

With a move in mind, the ripples, the golden boat drew a beautiful arc and went straight towards the south. The distance of more than ten miles, that is, the time for tea, was approaching.

The disciples of Ling Tianjian sect were well-trained and did not mess up in the face of sudden changes. At present, the shields on the ten cloud boats flashed up and scattered up, down, left and right, directly blocking Xiang Yang's way. The other dozens quickly turned back and forth and put in a pocket like formation. All the monks on the cloud boats held their magic weapons neatly, Wait for Xiang Yang to enter their attack range.

A moment later, the distance between each other was less than a mile. Several Yuan Ying friars shouted, and the gorgeous lights flashed.

All the magic weapons used by the friars of Ling Tianjian sect are flying swords. Originally, the attack was mainly penetration. Now, such a face-to-face and rapid approach to each other has increased the power of flying swords by 20%.

Xiang Yang had a sneer on his mouth and drove the ripples directly into it.

In an instant, dozens of sword lights went straight up, and spells poured out.