From NPC To Overlord

The fifth-order magic weapon has entered the ranks of high-level magic weapons, and its power has undergone a qualitative change compared to the fourth-order magic weapon. It can be said that the power gap is no less than ten times, so Gu Chong's dozen or so fire dragons will directly crush and collapse.

However, although it is unbearable for the enemy, but after all, he blocked it for a while. The monk was prepared, his eyes opened sharply, and countless Sanskrit characters converged into a huge golden palm. There was a loud noise, the wind howled, and a circle of fiery air waves spread wildly around, to a hundred meters away.

The power of Xuan Wuzi's palm with the help of the power of the fifth-order white bone relic is amazing, but after all, it is just a palm, and the monk who is born is not bad, and the two palms are destroyed at the same time.

The two sides talked about collapsing and fighting, Gu Chong reacted the fastest, put away the gourd, raised the ancient pine-pattern sword with a 'swish swish', which was a triple sword slash, but he couldn't even break the shield of Xuan Wuzi's body, but he did not have the slightest Frustrated, he moved quickly, constantly slashing down sword beams.

And Rong Yunyi sacrificed the jade phoenix scissors, and the two white phoenixes with their tails intertwined flew to Xuan Wuzi, but was blocked by a black flying sword that appeared out of nowhere in Xuan Wuzi's hand. Black light exploded.

Shuangfeng returned without success, and the black flying sword also fell into Xuan Wuzi's hands with dim light. He sprayed out a mouthful of pure mana, and the spiritual light of the flying sword lit up again. But it was cut straight in the direction of Gu Chong.

"Today you must die!"

This is the real sword-fighting technique. Gu Chong felt the killing intent coming at a distance of more than ten meters from the sharp sword light. The sharp sword light stabbed his skin with faint pain, as if it was about to be cut open.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched the loose-grained hilt with his right hand, and all the true energy in his body penetrated into the flying sword, and a layer of crystal clear light appeared on the sharp blade, which was slowly aimed at the front and stabbed.

"Ding!"

When the gleaming tip of the ancient pine grain sword collided with the looming light of the black flying sword of Xuan Wuzi Yulai, everyone above the entrance of the crypt suddenly felt a tingling in their eardrums, and at that moment they were all deaf. No sound could be heard, as if they had all lost their hearing for a moment.

As a client, Gu Chong felt an unprecedented terrifying force coming from the ancient Songwen sword. Holding the hilt, he could feel the trembling from the sword. It was Xuan Wuzi's absolute mana against Song. The oppression of the ancient sword.

Fortunately, this ancient sword was passed on to Daoist Changmei. The grade is not very high, but the quality cannot be said. It was not crushed, but he was crushed because of his lack of cultivation, and he took seven or eight steps back in one breath. The body trembled at an extremely fast speed for nearly ten times, each time a part of the pressure was relieved, and after seven or eight steps, more than half of the pressure was relieved, and it was worthy of being held.

"what?"

Xuan Wuzi let out a soft squeak in surprise, but the movement in his hand didn't stop. With a virtual pointing, the black flying sword turned into light and slashed down again.

Gu Chong concentrated his energy, his eyes fixed on the flying sword, and he clenched the ancient pine-patterned sword and aimed it at the flying sword. At the moment when the two swords touched, his wrist flicked, and the tip of the sword leaned against the black flying sword. The blade brushed past, and the moment the spark lit up, the wrist turned, and the blade also turned to hold the black flying sword, trying to take it away from the track.

"Go!"

The strong infuriating qi concentrated on the rotation of the sword body, pulled the surface with points, and pulled out a thousand jins in four or two. The black flying sword circled around him and passed by.

Xuan Wuzi's heart moved slightly, and the coldness in his eyes became colder. With a swipe of his sword finger, the flying sword that passed by flexibly turned his head and stabbed Gu Chong.

But he repeated the old trick again, and once again used the skill of pulling a thousand pounds to drive the flying sword to deflect the angle, and it was worthy of passing in front of him.

Gumo

In the eyes of other people, they saw Xuan Wuzi's envoy flying swords around and attacking Gu Chong, but Gu Chong used his superb swordsmanship to hold an ancient pine-patterned sword to block him, and the flying swords were constantly intertwined. The dazzling sword light exploded, and the sword qi flew obliquely, cutting out ravines all around.

He failed to take down Gu Chong with more than ten swords in a row. Xuan Wuzi couldn't hold back his face. With the help of the mana contained in the white bone relic, his current strength was comparable to that of an ordinary Loose Immortal, but he did not survive even a single calamity. None of the cultivators who have passed him can win it. If it spreads out, he is afraid that a bad evaluation will fall on him. This is a huge prestige blow to Xuan Wuzi, who is preparing to establish a sect in the world of Shushan.

After all, the head of the sect cannot even win a cultivator who has not survived a mere calamity. The sect created by this kind of waste must also be a waste.

The left hand grabbed the flying sword and flew upside down, and the right hand lifted it and pressed it down with one palm. The powerful mana condensed the vitality and turned into a gray-white vitality nearly two acres in size. The big hand volleyed towards Gu Chong.

"I'm so embarrassed!"

Gu Chong felt quite happy in his heart, he drew his sword and stood up, took a step back, and shouted loudly:

"Sister, save me!"

In the next second, a pair of jade phoenix swept past him, and with one blow, the big hand of vitality was cut in half.

He can still hold on to the swordsmanship competition, but if he really can't handle two moves, he will be crushed to death by Xuan Wuzi with absolute mana, and of course he has to ask senior sister for help.

The quality of Rong Yunyin's jade phoenix scissors is definitely the top class among the fourth-order magic weapons. The main attack is killing, and the power is extremely terrifying. Gu Chong doubts that he does not know if he can hold this scissors.

Senior Sister took over Xuan Wuzi, Gu Chong found Monk Dafang, and once again brought out a fire dragon gourd and summoned more than a dozen fire dragons to rush up from all directions, while he followed behind with his sword.

Monk Dafang sacrificed the white bones to recruit ghost flags, and a mouthful of black air sprayed on it. A black vortex appeared on the flag's face, and ghost figures rushed out of it, rushing towards the rushing fire dragon.

His white bone banner is limited to the level of sacrificial training. There are only a few hundred ghosts that can be released in one breath. In fact, there are more than a few hundred ghosts in it. Once a ghost is killed~www.novelmt.com~ will be added immediately. On one end, there have been hundreds of dead ghosts since the first time I saw them, but the number of ghosts flying out is not small at all.

It's a pity that Li Gui's strength is far less than that of Huo Jiao. The ten-meter-long Huo Jiao pounced on him, and the ghost energy on the ghost's body was burned and sizzled. It quickly wore away and revealed the ghost body. quickly become nothingness.

In the same way, a large number of ghosts rushing towards the fire dragon can also use the ghost energy to dispel the fire of the fire dragon's body. If the number is large enough, the size of the fire dragon will gradually shrink, and its power will also become smaller.

It's just that Gu Chong never expected to rely on the Huojiao gourd to defeat the Dafang monk, so he took the pine-pattern sword and followed the Huojiao to the Dafang monk.

When the monk Dafang saw him wave the white bone flag, he immediately freed up dozens of ghosts to rush towards him.

Gu Chong swung his sword and slashed out a thick sword energy that condensed in front of him. With a slap on the back of the sword, the sword energy spread out into a net covering a dozen ghosts.